Devil's in disguise
I made the most of my trip out, plenty of clothing make up and entertainment to last a life time. After three days of being in the castle though I managed to get a little stir crazy. So I did the only other thing I could think of doing.
“Hey Mon, tell kingy I want to shadow him today.”
I could practically hear the frustration behind the silence. To be honest I was like ninety percent sure she hated me, especially when I threw a fit over someone eating all my mint ice cream the other day. It wasn’t my fault someone decided to eat it and it was her job to fix any issues I had.
Actually I was pretty sure it was the chef’s job, but I figured she didn’t have much else to do before I came along. Tormenting her was probably one of the few things I enjoyed about my house arrest when I was bored- she still hasn’t lost her composure. Yet.
“Having a human beside him while he conducts business is highly-”
“I’m a witch and honestly if I’m going to make a stronger barrier I need to learn who he’s around.” Total lie but I doubted anyone would know that considering I was the only witch here.
She sighed- I could practically hear her massaging her temples. It made me grin.
I was such a pain in the ass.
I loved it.
One day she’d crack.
“I will ask him, he should be up in about an hour. You’ll have to stay up well into the night if you want to follow his entire schedule.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll meet him in his study.” I said before hanging up the phone, though I was pretty sure I heard her protesting not to visit the study. I pretended not to hear her.
As soon as I was dressed (have I mentioned how much I loved my new combat boots?) in my purple plaid jumper with shorts instead of pants with fishnets under I was ready to roll. Skipping wasn’t exactly easy in boots but boy did I as I went down the hallway across the threadbare red carpet. This was going to be exciting.
Maybe I’d meet a real life Fae, or some Slyphs- or an Incubus/Succubus. Some magical sex would be great before my ultimate doom. I’d gladly die after some amazing orgasms. Screw the gender pleasure was pleasure. Plus a female Succubus- oh god they’d know EXACTLY where to hit.
That’s when it hit me. A deep chill making me bend down and clutch my stomach resonating across my body.
Spilling through my fingers. Coming from my stomach.
A raven cried out circling above me. I was outside. My hands shook as they came away red.
Nicodemus was next to me- his face full of pity.
A dead woman with a twisted neck.
A dead witch.
Iona laughing in my ears before finally I sunk to my knees released by the vision.
My body shook as I panted, my hands planted on the floor now that the pain had faded. It had hit me so hard and felt so real. Desperately I tried to remember what she had looked like. Blond hair, blue eyes? Or where they green? They looked so lost and dead it was hard to tell. Her face was very round and healthy looking.
I had to tell Nicodemus immediately, only he could protect me. The thought had me on my feet immediately running down the hallway. There was no way I would let this come to pass. Whoever she was she couldn’t be allowed inside the barrier.
The double doors to his study where closed and I quickly pushed them open planning to call Monica to tell her he needed to meet me in here it was an emergency; only to stop short as they banged open startling both Nicodemus and-
“You!” I said shocked as the blood drained from my face.
The blond thing next to him curled her arm around his almost fearfully- in a cheap looking fake Victorian dress. How did I know it was fake? Anyone that knew period cloths knew that your cleavage didn’t just pop out, typically this was how harlots wore their dresses. Her blond hair was in the same done up curls- but she had worn a different dress. A blue thing vs this deep red one. “Who’s this?” She asked fearfully.
Nicodemus’ face looked pained. “Raven I’m occupied at the moment with company. Could you please be a-”
I held up a hand to stop him my eyes wide. “Please it’s an emergency. I need to talk to you... in private.” I pleaded glancing at the girl before looking at him.
His brows furrowed as he gently took his hand off his arm. “If you’ll excuse me Marie this will take but a moment.”
“Of course my lord.” she breathed sinking into a shallow curtsy.
She looked like a curtsying pig. Though to be fair- she was going to kill me. Well try. Hopefully Nicodemus would hear me out. We went out in the hallway and I made him follow me down farther so she couldn’t use some sort of hearing spell that might breach my pitiful anti hearing aid I quickly muttered under my breath.
Finally after we rounded the corner he let out an exasperated sigh. “Really Raven what is this!? You’re interrupting me and my bride to be.”
“Lord do you plan to marry every witch they send you?” I snapped back turning on my heal before shaking my head and holding out my hands shaking them. “Never mind don’t bother answering that. She’s probably not your bride.”
He grimaced folding his arms. “Why would you say such a thing? The coven has apologized formally and sent her first thing this evening. They wouldn’t be so foolish as to-”
“Answer me this- if someone was your beloved would you kill them?”
Nicodemus stared at me for several moments studying me, likely reading my twitchy nervous body language as I stood fidgeting with the bottom of my shorts."A vampire can never hurt his beloved physically if their blood has been tasted. Why would you ask me such a question?"
"I had a vision... like the one where you... killed me. I'm clairvoyant. So sometimes I see things. Usually not vivid but of course the ones about my death recently seem to be..." I trailed off muttering in anger.
"Raven focus. What was the vision exactly?" Nicodemus said cutting me off while looking at me with a concerned apathetic expression. He was like the father I never had, and part of me started to respect this elderly vampire. Even if he looked like a Texas hobo.
"Ok so I was like... stabbed? Or something. There was a lot of blood. It hurt a lot. You where looking down at me- pretty sure you knew I was a goner. She was dead though- that woman. I saw her moments before I even came to your office and I'm pretty sure you had twisted her neck and killed her, or someone else. Not totally sure but she was defiantly the one that killed me. She had blood on her hands."
"If she had blood on her hands and she was dead- was there any possibility she was attempting to rescue you?"
I shook my head crossing my arms. "No way- this was a very distinct feeling. A very bad feeling. I don't know how I know but I know she's not innocent."
Nicodemus sighed pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "I was afraid this might occur. There's only one way to find out."
"I have to drain her."