Bride To His Darkness

Marius knew that if she stayed close to the vampire, luring her towards him would be nearly impossible to accomplish. Whatever false bonds she might have forged with the vampire were taking effect, because whenever they stayed together, or whenever she thought about him, he could not maneuver his way into her head. He no longer felt like her master, and the Sierra he knew was always more than ready to fulfill his wishes– like his favorite little puppet ! He owned her.

He could bend her as he pleased, she was his loyal puppet, but gazing at her presently, as she laid unconscious on his own bed, she no longer carried the air his Sierra once possessed. Everything about her screamed for that vampire, whilst his hands balled in anger, and he was tempted to grab her neck and demand from her why she would go after another man when he was still hers to control, to tame.

He was fortunate enough that he was able to suppress what he felt in the presence of Carmela, but after her presence had been requested at the nick of time, he finally had some alone time with the woman he longed to see beside him again. It happened many years ago, after Sierra’s death, and then her soul merging with the Orb instead of returning to the afterlife, he remembered it all.

"Did the centuries distance make you forget me so easily?" He inquired as he crouched down at the edge of his bed, gazing at her face that showed no sign of her waking up anytime soon. He carried a strand of her golden locks and wrapped it around his index finger, and then he sniffed the floral scent she emitted.

"Lavender?"

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His obsidian eyes darkened like a moonless night, swallowing the last glimmers of starlight that restrained his fury, cause he knew, this wasn’t her scent.

Last night, when he suddenly ran out of patience, he found himself standing beneath the ancient oaks close to the gate of the Chevalier Palace, whilst the moonlight cast an eerie glow on the clearing outside the dark forest. His human guise cloaked the demonic essence within him, a cunning smile playing on his lips as he knew it was time for his beloved to return to him.

In the stillness of the night, he whispered a subtle incantation and softly called her by the name his Sierra presently bore in her second life, a speckle of dark and purple stardust hovering ominously in front of him.

"Samantha.."

It was a mind trick designed to enthrall even the most divine beings. A subtle manipulation, seeking out the most vulnerable edges of Samantha’s consciousness. The Palace where she resided loomed in the distance, a majestic structure adorned with vines and blossoms. He could feel her presence inside, and what’s more, she was alone, with no vampires to come in the way of his spell.

Soon, he sensed a subtle shift in the air, a response to his insidious influence, and then he smiled.

"She’s coming."