The Sanctuary In The Old Prison

A Knife In The Thigh

Three. Three perfectly placed droplets of thick warm blood covered my silver encrusted dagger. Three is always the perfect amount. Never too empty where the grey lining was visible, but light enough where the streaks perfectly wrapped around the leather sheathed weapon. 

At this point, all I could do was feel the warmth radiating from the living blood cells. As the oxygen conjoined with the samples of liquid magnesium, my eyes glimmered with soulful passion.

This was my life.

"BELLE" I snapped my head at the sound of my name, forcing my neck to rotate at an uncomfortable position. Before answering, I analyzed the space I currently inhabited. 

The walls were old grey stone, melded with moss and cobwebs from the towers' long aging. The floors, although painted with red symbols, kept an eerie and cold formation. Cracked and jointed, this place was not fit for a family.

A normal family at least.

"BELLE I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME. YOU'RE LATE!" The echo from the opened hall bounced off the jail cell, shaking the building before reaching my warm wood plated bed. As I reprocessed the words which journeyed for my hearing, reality struck me with a dull blade.

No really. It did.

"OW!!!" I felt a slight scratch on my leg, drawing a red line down to my feet. As I begin to look up, a tall dark shadow holding a tiny red tinted iron dagger blazed my eyes.

"How many times do I need to scream before I come in here?" A calm yet intense voice fluttered around the room, vibrating in my ears as I giggle. I fixated on the voice before realizing the owner; a determined and heavy tempered woman in the same business as me. An assassin....more importantly,

 The Speaker of the guild.

"Jess don't be so serious! I was only into my studies you see!" My giddy expression made no impact, and the thick accented wave of sound trembled the halls once more.

"Just get in the meeting room" A sigh of discomfort left her lips as she swiveled around, revealing her short dark grey hair. As she trotted towards the main hall, I couldn't help but examine her features.

She was fully clothed in dark red and black armor, sheathing a charcoal infused long-sword on her side. Her boots softly patted the ground, creating very light sound waves as they revealed extra daggers hidden in the ankle. 

That was my Speaker alright.

A serious and sarcastic ridden boss who demanded that the kitchen was wiped clean of sweet roll batter and luxurious poisons. 

And yet,

Despite our eternal differences and drastic contrasts,

Somehow we still found a place to love each other until Sithis pulled our weight.

"Coming?" I hear once again before shooting up, ready to follow our leader to discuss our latest and biggest contract line ever. 

My heart was ecstatic, and barely could intake the news that I was about to hear.

What could be better you ask?

A pink satin bed, laced with white trim and seeded droplets of blood. The bed, raised enough to feel like a king but low enough where one could touch the ground with their toes, would contrast with the dimmed darkened walls which were slivered in red markings.  

But that's not all

Furthermore, dressed in void color skin tight clothes would lie my one true love.

Lucien Lachance.

Perhaps one of the greatest killers of all time, and deemed the most dreamy one at that (based on my opinion of course).

His chiseled light face was completed with dark brown eyes, underlining his black sharp brows. His hair, long and tied back into a wolf's tail could make any sane person sigh, as it flowed to his broad and tall shoulders. 

And don't get me started on his lips...

His delectable....juicy....soft-

"I swear I'd stick a needle in your head to stop you from dozing off" A tight but gentle tug came at my shoulders, jumping me out of my trance. 

Jess had finally had enough, and decided dragging me to the meeting hall was the best option. 

Without putting up a fight, I quietly trailed next to her while she took control of my movement.

I had only one thought in my head.

No, it wasn't revenge against Jess's intruding command.

And no, it wasn't my glamorous tailor made suit.

But that...that man

Lucien Lachance....

He was gonna be

Mine