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danyka-fendyr · 5 years

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Remind Me: Part 8

This is your weekly reminder that this series is based on @dreamwritesimagines series Once a Year, which I would highly recommend. It’s super good, and I swear it just gets more exciting with every chapter! Speaking of which, things are about to get pretty exciting here so...hang on to your hats and glasses kids.

Taglist: @dreamwritesimagines @rhabakoli @binbons-is-theloml

Wordcount: 2019 (I didn’t do that on purpose I swear)

Chapter Eight: “Sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find.” -Libba Bray

When you woke up, it was the middle of the night. Or early morning, depending upon how you looked at it. After your discovering yesterday, you had spent all of your time studying Aldrich Killian. The memories of exactly what he had done to you were still fuzzy, but it was bad. You knew that.

Billy had tried to keep you steady. Tried to stop you from flying off the handle, from racing out of that penthouse and into the city to find him and kill him as slowly as possible. He hadn’t restrained you out of any place of restraint on his part though. No, he hadn’t wanted to go after Aldrich almost as much as you had. However, he also didn’t want you dead, and that was important to note.

Because Aldrich, as it turned out, was a very important man. A very important man who would be very hard to get to. But you had your ways.

You crawled out of the bed silently, more awake than you usually were when you first woke up. You supposed it must have been the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

You snuck out of the penthouse, into the quiet of the city at night. You were in the nice part of the city now, but you had no intention to stay there. No, you had plans for tonight, and that much was obvious just from looking at you.

If the little black dress, the intense, sultry makeup and the high heels didn’t tip people off to what you were doing tonight, you didn’t know what would. But you couldn’t just stroll into a party Alrdich would likely be at. Apparently, you had already blown your original cover with his nephew, which was unfortunate. So tonight you had to be someone else.

You knew all the right places to visit. You had secretly been researching them too when Billy thought you were just looking up more on Aldrich. You stopped into the best wig shop in the city first. Well, you broke in actually, but that didn’t matter. You remembered enough of your rebel years to know how to avoid some lousy wig store security and snag a nice wig that looked very far from your original shade before leaving more than enough by the cash register. After that, it was only a matter of picking up the colored contacts and you were done.

You really did look like a completely different person, you couldn’t help but think. You gave yourself one last glance in the dingy mirror of the bar you were at before exiting it to take one more shot and leave with that liquid courage in your veins.

It didn’t matter what name you picked to get into this party. You were posing as an...escort, anyway, so they probably wouldn’t look twice at you as long as you made it clear what you were. But as the security demanded a name from you, you just used the first one that came to mind.

“Krista,” you purred, looking up at him through your lashes.

You didn’t know why, but Krista just sounded like someone who would normally be this...scandalous. Maybe you had known a Krista like that.

You were right about them not looking twice. He didn’t even check the list for your name before giving you an appreciative once over and letting you inside. Easy. Way too easy.

You weaved your way through the bodies in a manner that suggested you were experienced in many different ways, the clicking of your heels against the floor drowned out by the voices around you. Businessmen, mostly, which was why you had stuck to a more respectable dress for tonight. Very, very short, but nice enough. Or maybe it was just the raw confidence and anger you wore it with, a challenge to any of them to even think that you looked out of place here. Considering most of the women present, you looked right at home.

And then you saw him. You saw him, and your heart stopped. It stopped dead in your chest and you nearly came crashing to your knees, nearly vomited all over again, the urge to do so rolling through you and causing you to miss a step.

But you breathed deep. You found that tiny kernel of anger still inside of you underneath all the fear, and you gripped onto it, clung to it. You coaxed that ember into a fire until it was roaring, blazing through you, and you could do anything. Including make him pay for what he had done to you.

You weaved your way through the crowd, making it casual. You couldn’t make it obvious that he was your target. It had to be happenstance.

He smiled, and you felt your guts twist at it. It was the same smile you could remember, the same power-hungry, pathetic, terrifying leer that you knew from that flash in your mind. You tripped again.

You tripped, but this time, it was not on nothing. There was a cufflink on the floor, clearly missing from some rich gentlemen’s suit, and you froze staring down at it. That cufflink...

You saw another cufflink, a pair of them, being taken off by wrinkled hands aged with malice and spite. Saw them tossed to the wayside as sleeves were rolled up, almost careless, almost cavalier with his bravado. And that hunger. That unfathomable hunger, swallowing you up, ruining you, oh gosh, oh gosh.

You were hyperventilating. You were going to start crying in the middle of this room with all of these people and you were going to lose it. You were going to blow your cover and you were going to be kicked out and there would be nothing left, because you remembered all of it now, every second, and you wanted to go back. You wanted to go back to not remembering, wanted to tell yourself that it was better that way, to not chase down these memories, to forget about this revenge, because you were about to lose it in the middle of this party that you did not belong at with him here and then-

And then you were fine. You were fine as a familiar voice said,

“Ah, there you are Krista! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Billy’s smile was disarming, even as the look in his eyes told you he was probably contemplating killing you. But he softened when he noticed your panic, your posture, and looped an arm over your shoulders. To anyone else, it would have looked possessive, but you knew what it was. It was protection.

“Had a few too many drinks again, hm?” He said it like he had intended it to be quiet and the rest of the party had just coincidentally heard, a very calculated tone of voice. “Well, gentlemen, I know I just got here but I think it’s best if I head home. I’d love to do business with all of you though. You know who to call!”

He smiled, laughing as though he had just told some kind of inside joke before he pulled her out of there. Pulled her out of that place with those fake smiles and facades that wreaked of the deeply unhappy rich. Pulled her all the way down to the parking lot, where her car was parked, apparently borrowed by Billy who was now pulling the keys to it out.

He didn’t speak until they got into the car.

“What were you thinking?” He demanded.

He was furious. Rightfully so.

“I wasn’t,” you answered honestly.

Okay, so maybe there had been some thought process and some preplanning and some wig-purchasing put into this, but you thought maybe Billy wouldn’t be quite so angry if you gave him the stereotypical answer he would hopefully buy. That was what you were supposed to say. But Billy was broke before he was anything else and he wasn’t buying it.

“Oh, so there was no premeditated planning here at all?” He gave your wig a meaningful glance.

Time to change the subject. “How did you find me?”

“Well you weren’t exactly subtle earlier today Skittles, and you’ve never been very patient in the revenge category, so I pretended to go to sleep and I waited for you to do something stupid. Which you did. Promptly. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you tonight? Even if Aldrich hadn’t recognized you?”

“Actually, yes Billy, yes I do! I have a lot more than an idea!” You were angry now, eyes flashing as you yelled at him.

He was driving now, but he didn’t look like he was thinking about the road as he stilled, body going stiff.

“Skittles...”

“I may be a worthless piece of crap who lost all of her memories, but that doesn’t mean I’m not doing what I can to get them back, and it doesn’t mean that I didn’t just have one of the worst memories of my life shoved down my throat like...” You bit back the words, biting your lip until it bled as you tried to stop the tears leaking out of your eyes. “I know, Bill. I know what could have happened, okay?”

The car was very silent now. The hum of the heating was on, the New York night a little chilly now, and the engine thrummed quietly. You tried to concentrate on that, on its steadying little hum.

When Billy spoke, it was broken, his voice choking on the words. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I wasn’t there. I should have been there.”

“From what little I can recall, you had no idea I was there. There was nothing you could have done, and there’s no use beating yourself up for it.”

“But I still could have...I should have...”

“Stop, Billy. Please? Please stop.”

He did, the car falling silent again. It stayed quiet like that until you were back up in your room, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking off your heels.

“You’re not going to do something stupid like that again.” It wasn’t a question.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

His eyes snapped up to yours, flaring with temper, red hot. “If you think for one second I’m going to let you-”

“Let me?” You laughed derisively. “Oh, that’s rich. You’re going to let me do something. You’re going to tell me exactly what I can and cannot do, right? Like I’m a toy. Because that’s what I am, isn’t it Billy? Just a toy to be played with until it breaks. Doesn’t matter who it is, that’s all I’ll ever be.”

Some of the anger ebbed from his eyes, hurt taking its place. But your anger wasn’t gone yet, and you wanted to hurt him more. Hurt him like you were hurting.

So you scoffed, pulling the wig off your head. “I can’t believe whoever I once was loved you.”

That cut deep. You could see it on his face, the way he flinched back away from you. You wanted to take the words back, but it was too late for that. Too late to do anything but listen as he did what you were both so good at doing. Taking out your pain on other people.

“I can’t believe I was ever naive enough to think someone as scheming and fake as you would have loved me with or without the memories.”

If it was possible for emotional wounds to turn physical, you were pretty sure there was blood welling up in your throat, drowning you. And in fact, there were tears in your eyes, and then before you could stop them, they were slipping down your face. You were just so tired. Too tired to lie anymore, too tired to pretend to be some tough girl who didn’t let anything hurt her, didn’t let anyone control her.

He looked almost surprised at that. Surprised to see you crumble, curling up into a ball on top of the bed. You didn’t look at him when he came to sit beside you, didn’t look when he pulled you into his arms. He didn’t apologize, but he did press a kiss into your hair, and you figured that was the best you were going to get. It was good enough for you.

You sniffled, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. For the first time today, you felt safe. Felt safe like this with him holding you, keeping the rest of the world out.

Safe enough that you fell asleep, and for tonight, you stayed that way.

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themansionwrites · 5 years

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The phases of the moon (1)

-What are you watching over there?

She walk slowly to the big window, founding him there was almost an everyday occurrence, and their conversation were typical at this point, never a greeting, just direct to the conversation, as a silent agreement to surpass the modals between them.

-The sunrise

-You never get bored of it?

-…

Is not that she could actually get bored of it, but wonder why he keep insisting in being there when the sun arise, a ritual of his own? Is it to hold some mental peace? Maybe to hold into some hope? Well isn’t like she could get a personal direct answer from him.

-Was just an ask don’t get it too personal

-Then why are you here?

-…

-You hate the sunrise too?

Both ask are a surprise, why was she actually there? Maybe feeling a little lonely, but then why there? It wasn’t definitive because he could be a great company, she rater be with the cyclops or with the twins, but they always rather be in the darkest places of those caves, was it the sun?

-It just brings memories

-You too uh?

-Guess it doesn’t always have to be raining or be at night for bad things to happen

Every time something bad happened during her life was under the sun happy rays, even her birth was in a sunny day, but even so, why the night and darkness make her feel so lonely? Is not like she could blame the sun, the first fight happened under the sun, she always saw them cry under a shadow of that big tree on the borderline when the sun was high, her death and comatose state started when there wasn’t a single cloud on the sky, but she couldn’t blame the sun, just the people that ruined everything

-But why us?

-I have asking the same thing for years but I guess we all just have to go with it

-oh…

Is an ask she had for years on her mind, just because the body was dead didn’t mean her thoughts were close too, she was trapped inside, again and again asking herself why, the enemies back then used to be others, those who hurt them, those who despise them, those who make them cry, and still they defend them, still they rather trapped her than letting her fight against those who destroyed them, why? Why protect them back then to end up killing them now? Why they made more of those but leave so many behind when she remembers always arguing with them about using someone as a stair? Maybe being trapped for so long make her miss a couple of details of their story.

-Disappointed I don’t have the answer?

-No, more like surprise, being who you are well …

-Well?

-One would think you know what they were doing all this time with … them … and with us

What she is? Not what they wanted her to be, what she become? What she was supposed to be from the beginning, maybe those both created her, but she doesn’t own any of them anything, just like them, she was created and when the time came, she was castoff, just like them.

-You mean something more than just discarded thoughts and background music on the main moment?

-When you put it like that it gets worst

A smile cross her lips, of course it sound worse than just get trap because you are too powerful for your own good, just a piece of the great puzzle, just a random name to help the protagonist bright, just an instrument in the back of an orchestra, just the dead body the main character has to cry over to make them see more sympathetic, they were created to mean anything but a tool.

-You can’t exactly wait anything else for me

-Oh I know about your fucking sharp tone princess, literally since you start to resurrecting us we haven’t hear anything else from you, but still pretty harsh to be talking to your trusted servant

Another laugh, maybe he is an edgy adult thirsty for vengeance but with those green eyes and his way of speaking he could be so much more, but oh well sometimes you just have to use what you already got instead of wishing what you could be.

-Servant? Princess? That’s how everyone is seeing this?

-That’s the way you practically organize it … besides between us I think they would follow you to hell and back

-Is that so

Loyalty? From them? Is not impossible but difficult to being see, most of them were design to be a liar, because what else could make a monster look better than the other? Try some redeemable qualities and see everyone around them loving it, they keep killing and their lovers will act as if they would never notice it, but the real difference is remorse, that’s the difference between a monster loved by everyone and a terrible villain, yes, put the exact height to their sins and you would find how everyone love it, but is it really remorse the line that divide them from the ones she bring back to live?

-Without doubt, they see you as their savior or something, and a group that big definitive need a leader and an objective before they go around full berserk

-And you think I would do that?

-I think you already have done it; you already are their leader and you already got an objective

Now is his turn to smirk and for her to get surprise, he is definitive smarter than she originally though, or was she so obvious about it? No, other way even the descendant of Arachne would have notice it by now, maybe he has the right idea, but how did he know? It wasn’t even a topic for their usual chat so it shouldn’t be discovered by that right?

-And they would want the same?

-In your current position? Probably, but to be honest, all of us here have a similar objective

-How so?

-Look any of us, including you, are a saint, and definitive not them either, just because they live in the other side of that fucking river doesn’t make them too different of us, except every single one of us have a bloody debt with at least one of them

So it wasn’t her, but it was for hearing the others? He connected the points so easily just by that? And he could even knows who is against who?

-Even Binoto?

-A debt with that heir of Viperae family

Not to blame an a easy one, Binoto used to be one of Lilyth’s mother more trusted servant, but being female under that aggressive demon means getting almost death at least twice a week, specially when the little heir used to scape with her “friend”.

-Liko and Roku?

-With the one that eat dreams, looks like they all never get along

He really pays attention to their problems, it was tricky ask, since the twins could fool them about their true intentions, their mischievous ways are their priority so going to that information surely cost him more patience that he would ever admit.

-Axel?

-That circus freak keeps blaming the shapeshifter and the crafter for his decay and Twedler too, he sees the shapeshifter as his biggest rival in magic or something

Now two for the price of one? And with the most aggressive ones? He definitive has to sneak on one of their conversation for this information, and with how mad they can get for just looking at the in their eyes, maybe he really could have eyes and ears everywhere.

-Pet?

-He insists he was the favorite one before the fox

Of course, something silly as that could tick the heir of arcahne legacy, since he can have the charm and the brawls but in the brain department leave something to wish, Afterall guiding all his life by instincts only isn’t the greatest one.

-I see

-You know? You shouldn’t take me for a fool

-What do you mean?

-This was never a shelter for the abandoned ones and we weren’t resurrected because you wanted to amend their wrongs

Maybe she was too obvious after all, is the second time he takes out one of her cards before she could react, but still he doesn’t act like someone who has the upper hand, he actually wants to help her with this? What’s his game?

-…

-You could bring back lots of other creations but you choose us, you wanted specifically us to be back

-And why that conclusion?

-Easy, I can see that revenge fire on your eyes… or well eye

She touches her left eye out of instinct, she still can see though that one without a problem, but the big purple stain, or more like mark, that decorate 1/3 of her face just work as a reminder of what happened that terrible sunny day so many years ago.

-…

-Don’t get it wrong I like it, especially with how your hair is style, like is to decorate it rather than to hide it, and I feel you learn to like it too, it reminds you or what you lost for them

He keeps doing it, maybe he know a lot more than he let anyone see, waiting in the shadows and get what he can to use it against those who he needed, that if his dagger didn’t cross their throat first, but even if is true that once discarded and before getting trap his way of survive was that way, one could thing just because it worked with humans as himself it wouldn’t work with creatures like them, but he somehow did it, he gets what he wants.

-…And what is your objective behind all of this?

-With telling you this? That if I mean to become someone you trust you should know you can’t lie to me

-And by following me into this blind rage?

-Princess don’t get me wrong I see you doing this more of a child wart than actual hate

That’s the name HE called it, Wanülüü doesn’t stop treating her like a child, maybe that stupid demon actually is whispering into her servants’ ears now? Is this a way to go with that stupid deal he wants with her?

-How you dare-

-But if that means I can finally split the blood I always wanted to then sure, lets mature this kid idea of yours and make it real

-…We will see but you have to remember who is in charge

-Ey I don’t want a throne or a name on gold I already told you my price in what I think will be funny to see until I can get my hands on my treasure

-And what exactly is it?

-The blood of that pitiful doctor of them finally being splatter by me

Maybe Wanülüü didn’t have a hand on this after all, maybe his rage and hate is obvious just as hers, just maybe, all of them actually want the same as her, that desire to be more than just the step that make THEM special.

-…Very well

-In that case princess considered me your loyal server in this revolution of your or whatever you call it

-…You really remind me of him

-Ufgh tell me you don’t mean one of THEM

-…No

-Then that stupid demon that keep coming to see you at night?

So, he knows about Wanülüü too, He maybe spy her during her conversations with the demon, that’s why he keeps calling her that? How much he knows about her then? Well is just fair if they are supposed to be at the same level, she knows everything about him after all, and since he is too smart he probably catch easy that she wouldn’t say it if he just ask, at least she won’t have to lie to him about that, besides sounds like both of them someone to rely into.

-Now way to lie to you? More like you have ears everywhere

-Well princess with my line of work you have to know who is near you

-You will definitive be an amazing add to this game

How is possible that they discarded such an impressive character? They could have such a spy on their lines but opted for cartoonish characters instead? They seriously wanted those stupid ones as their companions instead of the ones she chooses? Why?

-The wait may be long but now I know I can enjoy the ride

-You got a point there…better spread the important points of this conversation to them

-Oh, so now I’m the gossip spreader? It makes me sound like an old lady

More laughs accompany the sun rise, definitive he would make the best second in command, now her days would get more colorful, not only the boring red and orange of the sunrise, not only the purple of her marks, the new company she found not only in the green eyes human but in the other creatures as well will definitive make this way more interesting.

-Then make it the messenger, tell them the objective and make convince them to come with us into … this against them

-Believe me princess just telling them the goal will be more than enough

-Oh and Nathanael, I will need one more favor, I need you to collect all you could know of who are the ones living in that … place, I’m counting on you

Maybe they are terrible in so many things, maybe they heart is petrify, maybe their actual intensions are yet to being seen, maybe they are the worst creator in existence, but they are not that stupid, if they choose to hide with them is for a reason, maybe every single one of them are more that what she can see.

-With pleasure Lune

He goes away to do as was said, leaving her alone with her thoughts, but two take over her mind, the day she was trapped, and the day she was resurrected, and she prefers to concentrated her mind on the last one, since the first still too painful to process.

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