Post by Davina Claire on Oct 29, 2014 23:17:47 GMT -6
Davina watched as the vampire known as Marcel left the attic of St. Anne's church, closing the door behind him. Once she was alone the events of the night replayed in her mind, as though she were a spectator watching her own personal horror movie.
She had been so happy, so honored, to be chosen as one of the harvest girls. Her mother had been speaking of this happening since she was a child. Davina had dreamed of this for as long as she could remember, to be one of the chosen four. At last, her dream would finally come true.
Her dream, however, quickly turned into a nightmare. Davina watched, horror stricken, as her friends were dragged to the alter to be slaughtered. Looking to her side, Davina screamed and begged her mother to save her life. Her mother couldn't have known she was going to be killed, that her throat would be slashed. Her mother, however, turned away from her, refusing to help. It dawned on Davina that her mother knew, her mother had always known she was meant to die.
Laying down on the bed, curling into the fetal position, Davina hugged herself as her body began to shake from the sobs that wrecked through her body. The person who was meant to protect her from the world, no matter the cost, was offering her to be a sacrifice, all in the name of power. Was she nothing more than just a tool to the woman who gave her life? All her life her mother had prepared her to be a harvest girl. All her life she'd been told what an honor it would be, that she'd be loved and revered by her coven. It had all been lies. Nothing more than a trick so she'd go to the slaughter willingly, absolving her mother of any guilt she may have felt over her death.
Hearing the door open, Davina rolled over so that her back was turned to Marcel as he walked in carrying items he thought she might like.
Marcel had been her salvation, her savior. Sophie had often said that Marcel had a soft spot for kids, that he would fight to prevent anything bad from happening to them. She hadn't been worried about the harvest, believing the lies her mother spewed. She simply thought Sophie was a non believer and would be sorry when she was punished for her lack of faith. Thank goodness Marcel had listened.
As Davina kicked and screamed, begging for someone to help her, she began to faintly hear a commotion. Not long afterwards, the sound of screams pierced the air as vampires appeared out of nowhere, killing all of those that would seek to harm her. Poor Monique had been murdered just before the last of the witches had been killed, Davina's mother included. The last girl standing, Davina looked at the alter, the bodies of her friends strewn over the ground throats slashed. Davina sobbed as she clung to Marcel, her rescuer.
Hearing the door close once more, Davina rolled back over and saw she was alone once more. Getting to her feet Davina walked to the window, that overlooked the French Quarter, and looked out towards the cemetary. As her tears dried, she felt her new powers beginning to stir within her, making her stronger. She would no longer be someone's willing pawn in the pursuit of power. She would fight injustice with Marcel and, somehow, all of the witches that remained would be punished.
She had been so happy, so honored, to be chosen as one of the harvest girls. Her mother had been speaking of this happening since she was a child. Davina had dreamed of this for as long as she could remember, to be one of the chosen four. At last, her dream would finally come true.
Her dream, however, quickly turned into a nightmare. Davina watched, horror stricken, as her friends were dragged to the alter to be slaughtered. Looking to her side, Davina screamed and begged her mother to save her life. Her mother couldn't have known she was going to be killed, that her throat would be slashed. Her mother, however, turned away from her, refusing to help. It dawned on Davina that her mother knew, her mother had always known she was meant to die.
Laying down on the bed, curling into the fetal position, Davina hugged herself as her body began to shake from the sobs that wrecked through her body. The person who was meant to protect her from the world, no matter the cost, was offering her to be a sacrifice, all in the name of power. Was she nothing more than just a tool to the woman who gave her life? All her life her mother had prepared her to be a harvest girl. All her life she'd been told what an honor it would be, that she'd be loved and revered by her coven. It had all been lies. Nothing more than a trick so she'd go to the slaughter willingly, absolving her mother of any guilt she may have felt over her death.
Hearing the door open, Davina rolled over so that her back was turned to Marcel as he walked in carrying items he thought she might like.
Marcel had been her salvation, her savior. Sophie had often said that Marcel had a soft spot for kids, that he would fight to prevent anything bad from happening to them. She hadn't been worried about the harvest, believing the lies her mother spewed. She simply thought Sophie was a non believer and would be sorry when she was punished for her lack of faith. Thank goodness Marcel had listened.
As Davina kicked and screamed, begging for someone to help her, she began to faintly hear a commotion. Not long afterwards, the sound of screams pierced the air as vampires appeared out of nowhere, killing all of those that would seek to harm her. Poor Monique had been murdered just before the last of the witches had been killed, Davina's mother included. The last girl standing, Davina looked at the alter, the bodies of her friends strewn over the ground throats slashed. Davina sobbed as she clung to Marcel, her rescuer.
Hearing the door close once more, Davina rolled back over and saw she was alone once more. Getting to her feet Davina walked to the window, that overlooked the French Quarter, and looked out towards the cemetary. As her tears dried, she felt her new powers beginning to stir within her, making her stronger. She would no longer be someone's willing pawn in the pursuit of power. She would fight injustice with Marcel and, somehow, all of the witches that remained would be punished.