Roxanne felt a hard rock under her foot as she made her way back to the palace, taking the familiar route through the forest to savor her fleeting moments of peace, accompanied by the morning chorus of birds. She sang softly, a melody woven with the threads of her longing, seeking refuge from the relentless critics who shadowed her every step. Life had become a bitter struggle since her father denied her the blood to fulfill Mr. Canelo's wish. The only gift she possessed was her voice, a haunting echo that magnified the abilities of others, yet she remained an outcast, forever trapped in the shadows, unable to embrace her true vampire form.
Without warning, the rock beneath her vibrated violently, sending a shiver coursing through her body. The ground trembled ominously, and suddenly, a cage erupted from the earth, unveiling a girl who appeared as if she hadn't bathed in an eternity. Her wild hair framed a face etched with despair, and Roxanne's heart raced as she instinctively stepped back.
"Excuse me," Roxanne called out, her voice trembling as she tapped the cage. But the girl remained frozen, her eyes vacant, as if she were a ghost haunting this forsaken place. Roxanne stood at a crossroads, torn between fleeing to the palace officials for help or staying with this enigmatic figure. Just as she resolved to act, the girl lunged, a feral glint in her eyes, and seized Roxanne's neck, siphoning her energy with a terrifying intensity. Roxanne felt her strength ebbing away, darkness creeping in at the edges of her vision. Just before she succumbed to the void, the girl flung her aside, leaving her gasping for breath, teetering on the brink of oblivion.
Desperately, Roxanne crawled backward, her heart pounding in her chest as she stared at the girl—this beast who had stolen her vitality. Their eyes locked, an unspoken connection forming in the charged air. With trembling hands, Roxanne reached out, touching the girl's hand with a mix of fear and compassion. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I will go inform the palace officials," she promised, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Wait, they are the reason why I'm here. And who are you?" the girl demanded, her tone sharp, tinged with both defiance and curiosity.
"I'm Roxanne, a native of Silvermoon," she replied, her voice steadier now, defiance igniting within her. In a moment of desperation, she conjured a small ball of light, illuminating the darkness and revealing the image of Fiona—the very force that had ensnared them both in this twisted fate. The weight of their shared struggles hung heavy in the air, a silent understanding forming between them as the forest around them pulsed with an ominous energy."Do you know her? I promise to destroy her with everything I have," the girl hissed, her eyes blazing with fury.
"I guess we have the same enemy then," Roxanne replied, tightening her grip on her hand, a newfound determination coursing through her veins.
In that moment, an alliance formed, forged in the fires of shared hatred for the one who had wronged them both. The air crackled with tension as they stood together, two warriors united against a common foe, ready to unleash their combined strength against Fiona. The forest seemed to hold its breath, anticipating the storm that was about to unfold, as Roxanne and her newfound companion prepared to confront the darkness that had plagued their lives.
Time seemed to have stopped as one handsome figure threw a coin, which was abruptly sucked into the void. "She is back, I surmise," Vangelis declared, his voice laced with urgency. "Appear already!" Phoenix commanded, catching the coin just as a thin line of shimmering light drew itself in front of them. From that line emerged Eira, a girl with striking white hair that cascaded like a waterfall of silken moonlight, framing her delicate face perfectly. A black blindfold wrapped tightly around her eyes, adding an air of mystery to her ethereal beauty, as if she were a goddess descended from the heavens.
Her skin glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, smooth and flawless, reflecting the faintest light around her. The soft curves of her figure exuded grace, each movement fluid and enchanting, as if she were dancing through the air. Her lips, a soft shade of rose, held a hint of a smile that seemed to promise secrets untold. The aura surrounding her was intoxicating, a blend of strength and vulnerability that drew everyone's gaze.
"How was she, and what happened?" Vangelis demanded, his impatience evident as he dragged the fragile girl closer. "Be careful with her," Phoenix warned, his eyes narrowing before he turned to leave.
"Your wife is insanely beautiful and extremely powerful; she might be second to Phoenix or be at the same level with him," Eira chimed in, her ethereal feet dancing in the air, a mesmerizing sight that contrasted sharply with the tension in the air.
"Phoenix, why are you still in casuals?" Vangelis asked, alarm creeping into his voice. "I've already said my heart out, Vangy," a voice echoed from behind, smooth yet commanding. Vangelis quickly bowed, greeting his mother with reverence. "Phoenix said he isn't coming along," Morticia added, her tone firm.
"I know you aren't an outing type, but this day is for me—a pivotal moment in my life as I meet my mate," Vangelis insisted, desperation creeping into his expression. "Please."
With a heavy sigh, Phoenix finally relented, "Okay, I'll come along." The air crackled with unspoken emotions, the weight of their destinies hanging in the balance as they prepared to face whatever awaited them.The entire house's temperature surged, a wave of heat engulfing the space as if the walls themselves were ablaze. "That is why I hate it when you get overexcited!" Phoenix exclaimed, his hand pressed firmly against the wall, which suddenly erupted in a cascade of snow, blanketing the entire room in a surreal winter wonderland.
"Sorry, I've been trying to control it, but today... well, Phoenix agreed to my request easily," Vangelis said, a playful grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around Phoenix, pulling him close. Eira watched with a pout, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I need someone to pamper me like you did, Vangy," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness, a charming contrast to the chaos around them.
"You can stay here for all we care!" they all chimed in unison, slamming the door shut, leaving Eira standing there, her expression a mix of disbelief and amusement. "It's not like I asked for the entire community!" she huffed, her voice echoing through the hallway as she floated gracefully to her room, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. The magic of the moment hung in the air, thick with tension and laughter, setting the stage for what was bound to be an unforgettable night.
The door swung open with a creak, revealing a girl whose face bore the marks of a haunting past, half-burnt and twisted in anguish. Her eyes, once vibrant, now stared blankly into the abyss as if searching for something lost. "Come in already," Fiona's voice flowed like silk, but beneath it lay an undercurrent of tension, a storm brewing just beneath the surface. "I will make it up to you some other time, I promise. I'm extremely sorry for whatever occurred today," she pleaded, her words heavy with regret and desperation.
But Roxanne stood her ground, unyielding and fierce. She stormed towards the closet, yanking out a brown gown with a fierce determination. Fiona's apologies felt like whispers in a tempest, drowned out by Roxanne's simmering rage. "What do you want me to say, huh? Do you know what I want?" Roxanne's voice cut through the air like a knife, her intensity palpable. Fiona shook her head, confusion and a hint of fear flickering in her eyes. "I want to be like you! I want to command the respect you do. Can you give me that?" The smirk that curled on Roxanne's lips was chilling, a harbinger of the chaos that lay ahead.
Fiona, momentarily taken aback, struggled to comprehend the weight of Roxanne's words. "You can't, right? Because you will never remain barren for me to take over if you die," Roxanne spat, bitterness dripping from her voice. "Listen up. Cut it, Fiona. You've gotten everything you've wanted without asking, leaving your miserable life out there, while I'm left to rot in the shadows. But me? They point fingers at me, mocking me. I can't even live as a vampire because of you!" Tears streamed down her face, a torrent of raw emotion spilling forth, each drop a testament to her pain.
"I'm sorry," Fiona murmured, taking a tentative step towards her, but Roxanne's fury erupted. "Keep that for your dead parents' grave!" In an instant, the air shifted, Fiona's sympathy igniting into a blazing anger. She lunged forward, pinning Roxanne against the wall, her vampire form emerging in a flash of fangs and fury. "Enough with your nonsense! You're lucky you got away this time. The next time you speak to me in that tone..." The room crackled with tension, both girls caught in a web of emotions, their tumultuous relationship teetering on the brink of destruction."Prepare my bath", Fiona commanded