Thread: Till Death Do Us Part (Grim x Lux)

1421. Nearly six hundred years had passed since that fateful night, and she had never forgotten. She had never forgotten the ultimate betrayal, nor had she forgotten him. Every day of her immortal life passed with thoughts of him. She had long since forgotten those days, and had even nearly forgotten their roots in Romania. But she had never forgotten their love. A cruel irony, with all things considered. The passage and ravages of time could neither mend nor destroy some things. A cruel irony indeed. Irina Marinescu sat alone in the large, well-appointed room. Darkness had now fallen with its own set of of beautiful rules, ushering the daylight away for the next several hours. But Irina had awakened much earlier than usual. Many thanks to blackout curtains, if one was careful enough, waking before twilight was permissible. She was deeply troubled, if not deeply terrified. And for good reason.... Irina the voice was familiar, but not comforting this evening. It belonged to Nicolai, her most trusted advisor. A fellow Romanian, he had been a loyal subject since the very beginning, and although she had never given him her love, he was ever-faithful and devoted to his Siress. What troubles you? His voice was calm, his demeanor, poised. She gave him a long glance before turning her back to him. Opening the heavy blackout drapes to the darkness, she gazed out into the inky depths of night, and all its dark wonders. She chose her words carefully before speaking them, knowing the weight each one would hold. This was no small thing, and even she had no idea what the outcome would be, once it presented itself. No doubt, the world of darkness would be changed, forever. No one could hide from this. Not even her. The Queen of them all. The Original. Few knew of the truth. Only The Elders. No one else knew, save for one. It was clear to her that the one also had a loyal subject of his own. One who had been obviously missed during the betrayal. Irina always knew this day could be a possibility, but it had been a very very remote one. In all actuality, this should never have happened, but she knew it was so. She could feel it. To say she was fearful was a gross understatement. Tears rimmed her gorgeous emerald eyes as she both tried to find the words to tell Nicolai, and as she tried desperately to steady herself from the deep terror she now felt through her entire being. He was awakened. He was here. The day of so-called reckoning was upon her, and all of her underlings. She thought it was a peculiar thing how fate always came back around to serve everyone. Every season has an end, and things always change with time. It always played out, whether one was a mere human, or an immortal. This evening she did not feel like the Queen she was, instead she felt almost insignificant among her kind. The consequences for her actions would be dire, no matter the outcome. She abandoned her thoughts of how to explain herself to Nicolai, and instead began to think of him.... Demetrius had been her only love. Through the ages she had never once stopped loving him, even at the ultimate betrayal. Fighting back tears, she knew it was solely her fault. In the heat of the moment and the crippling fear, she had reacted hastily that night. She had not known the possible outcome, or the repercussions of such an act of betrayal, but she had committed the act nonetheless. In truth, it started out by doing what was right. The Holy Order had been that strong. But she also did it out of fear and a false sense of his betrayal of her. Or, rather, what she had perceived as betrayal. Centuries later had made her realize that she herself was wrong, but she could not afford to look back. Here, in the darkness of the Georgia night, her fears were now realized. Fate had come full term. She was now forced to evaluate and face straight on what she had tried so desperately to keep hidden....to keep dormant. Her rule was incomparable. Her own strength formidable. But she knew she was no match for Demetrius. Still, she was, for all intents and purposes, unwilling to relinquish her hold to power. She had led her kind for six centuries. But he was the Original. That she could no longer deny. Surely now that Demetrius had been awakened, he would seek his rightful place of power and dominance, and he would also seek to exact revenge upon her. Now the legions of Vampires would know who the true Original was. Now they would know their true King. Irina could barely contain her emotions as she stood silently. Centuries of thoughts and emotions running through her mind, barely contained with her somewhat calm facade. She was the epitome of beauty, with a head of luxurious blonde tresses that fell along her waist, framing out a beautiful, flawless countenance that was beset with verdant green eyes more beautiful than any emerald. She looked softly at Nicolai, bolstering herself before she spoke. You are correct. I do indeed have something that troubles me. I need to tell you something, and I hope you will understand me, and stand loyally by me, as you always have throughout the centuries. Please understand, to tell you this pains me so. She went on to tell Nicolai of that fateful night six centuries prior, not sparing him one single detail. He deserved the absolute truth, and she rendered that truth to him with one painful detail of full disclosure after another. Nothing left out. Not a single omission. Nicolai looked at his Siress with an incredulous look, but his loyalty never wavered. She went on to finish her storySo, since he is my Sire, I can feel him. He has been awakened, and he is here. Presumably the one who awakened him escaped the initial purge of his underlings, and hid until the appropriate time. Now Demetrius is here, in Savannah. The time is long nigh. He is coming. Because he is my Sire, and the One True Original, there is nowhere possible for me to hide. He will find me. There is no escape. Retribution, I fear, will be swift, and absolute. With those words Irina looked back out into the darkness of night. It had finally come to pass. Right or wrong, she would pay dearly for her decision centuries ago. He was looking for her. She could feel it.