A Foreboding Allure

Chapter 5 - Part II

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Sonya's POV--

My tears had long since dried to crusted streaks of black that extended the full length of my face.  I hadn't shed another drop since Dante dropped off Lucca's body after Antoine's  brutal murder.  That was five days ago.  Almost a week. I don't know why I didn't think of it when I first realized what happened.  I would have been calmer and definietly would not have gushed to my half brother my feelings for Lucca.  I cursed to myself.  I would never live that down. Ever.  It was degrading..though I felt bad for thinking that. I really did love Lucca.  I loved his fire - he was passionate about everything he believed in.  So was I.  I believed in him.  I hated how I'd always acted around him.  I acted like a vampire, I know why though.  I wanted to be in control.  It was an act, mostly, for him, for Dante and Antoine, for myself.

After the tears had dried the night Dante brought him back, I started thinking about every moment I had ever spent with him.  I knew he hated me, my actions, and everything I stood for.  But I wondered if maybe I had acted differently.  If I had been nicer and more understanding...more human... instead of the blood sucking whore I knew I was, maybe then he would have loved me.  I knew it was unlikely, considering he still would have been held against his will, but I couldn't get the notion out of my head.  That's when the idea came to me, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

Lucca's body was being kept in the catacombs beneath our house.  Tunnels upon endless tunnels that had been created over several centuries.  We certainly weren't the only wealthy family with their own private morgue, but I could almost bet that ours was the largest.  Our family still used it occasionally, when blood slaves or maids died and their bodies needed to be disposed of in an inconspicuous manner.  It wasn't like a graveyard though.  Someone usually brought the body down, wrapped in white linen and left it.  There was no speech.  No procession of on lookers come to pay respects. It was more just like a garbage disposal.  No one ever had a reason to come into the dingy, dark, hole of despair, so I knew it was the perfect place to carry out my plan.  I hadn't heard from any of my family members since the incident, but just incase, I wanted to be somewhere I knew they wouldn't look.  They couldn't know what I was planning, if they did, I wouldn't get away with it.

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The day I decided official begin my plan, it was evening, after supper.  I had eaten in my room as I had every other night that week.  Nadia had brought me my tray this time instead of one of the servants.  She didn't ask me about Lucca though, and seemed to avoid the subject entirely. I had no doubt that Antoine and Dante had filled them in on my insanity - or whatever they would have called it.  What she did discuss with me however, was that she and Lorenzo had business and Greece and would be staying in their vacation home for the next few months, or until another deal they had made with a distributer when through and was up and running.  She seemed especially irritated when she mentioned wanting to have family meeting a week ago to let the family know of their departure but "because of unfortunate events" as she said, she couldn't manage to get myself and my siblings in the same place at the same time.  Apparently Antoine had run off again to only god knows where.

She left my room, not staying for any actual conversation when she realized my lack of interest.  I pushed back the tray and began to get ready.  I had spent the past few days gathering supplies from various areas of the house and knew I was finally ready.  I showered, washed the tear streaks off my face, and let my long hair dry to its natural curls.  I chose an off-the-shoulder simple burgundy dress instead of my usual bed room attire and applied my makeup as naturally as possible.  Traditionally, according to centuries of vampire lore, we were immortal, only to be killed by a wooden steak through the heart or a silver bullet.  But there were certainly other ways, even if we did not wish for the rest of the world to know about them, there were certainly other ways.  What I was about to do was extremely dangerous and if I was soon to meet the end of my time, with where I was going, I did not want to look out of place.  I wanted to look as human as possible.  If anyone realized I was a vampire, I did not want my family to be under speculation.  So much danger and risk surrounded what I was about to do but I love Lucca and I knew I what I had to do.  I was going to bring him back to life.