BORN TO DIE, stefan salvatore [1]

15 - MISS MYSTIC FALLS

BORN TO DIE
MISS MYSTIC FALLS

IT WAS HARD TO SAY HOW LONG MADELEINE HAD BEEN GONE. She lost track of the days. She tried to count the times the moon rose but soon she got lost in numbers and couldn't separate the days from the weeks. Madeleine wondered how the outside world was. Were the vampires conducting a plan as they promised? Did Caroline or Daniel notice the blonde's absence at all? Madeleine feared that the only person that would've noticed her disappearance was dead, rotting away in Nate Foley's basement with the rest of his victims.

Madeleine was now unbound from her chair, allowed to roam around the room as she wished. She would run if she could. If she was strong enough, she would've made her escape and taken down the house of vampires with a raise of her hand. But at this moment she couldn't even stand. Her body was bruised, her bones weak and her magic thinning. She was dying.

Nate bounced down the stairs to greet his prisoner. Madeleine grimaced from her spot on the floor, crossed legs in front of her spell book. Nate had insisted heavily that Madeleine practice her magic for his ritual. Madeleine had refused to take part in such monstrosity but with her life on the line, she complied.

"Don't say I never give you anything." The boy proclaimed. In his hands he held a white rectangular box. He had a skip in his step as he placed the box in front of her and joining her on the floor.

Nate watched in anticipation as Madeleine hesitantly reached for the box. Her hands were shaking as she touched it. A small feeling in her stomach thought of the possibility of a bomb being stuffed into this box to end it all.

The edges of the box became black with Madeleine's dirty hands. She lifted the lid gently. A gasp escaped her lips as her vision was clouded with purple. Madeleine was scared to touch the lavender satin with her blackened hands. Nate removed the dress for her and guided her to stand. The blonde wobbled as she stood. Nate pressed the dress against her body. "What's this for?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten. Granted it was supposed to be Charlotte getting you ready for the ball but I'd make a great fairy godmother." She had in fact completely forgotten. Charlotte signed Madeleine up for Miss Mystic Falls the day she participated, and won, the pageant herself. Madeleine believed that the pageant was a stupid social judgment of popularity and beauty but for Charlotte's sake, she felt the need to take part. Charlotte believed that Miss Mystic Falls was a small town experience that no one could miss out on. Madeleine struggled to see her point.

"Miss Mystic Falls." Madeleine gulped, the memory of Charlotte tasting vile as images of her death flashed through her brain. "I'm going?"

"We are going." Nate corrected.

The blonde looked at him through the mirror. She hated those eyes. His dark irises conveyed mischief and evil. It was as though Loki himself was taking her to the ball. She feared at what he might of have planned for the night ahead. "Why?"