Beast Of The Moon

Constance’s P.O.V

I laid completely still on the bed, trying not to move in fear that I’d trigger some trap or something like that. These people don’t exactly seem the welcoming or hosting type, at least from my perspective. I guess you could say I was miserable at this point, I just want to go home and see my true family again.

I then clenched my fist in anger, why don’t they understand I’ll never like it here, it’s not like they can brainwash me. Purebred Witches are immune to compulsion most of the time, and from what I’ve been told, I’m purebred. I then let out a frustrated yell, smacking my fist onto the pillow beside me.

Causing a vase on the other side of the room to shatter into million pieces, but I didn’t care at this point. Then let a tear fall down my cheek, why can’t my life just be a little normal, I’m not asking for much. I laid back down and sighed.

I missed North the most, but it’s the mate bond that’s yanking me towards him, not that I mind it. I looked over at the window and decided to at least try and think of an escape plan, then something came to mind that made me smile widely.

I sat up and stared at the wall, maybe I should just annoy them into letting me go, you know like how some kids do when they’re kidnapped or something like that. Maybe I can make them think I’m not worth keeping around, and then just maybe, they’ll send me back.

I know this plan has holes and might not work, but I’m very desperate at this point and willing to do anything to get out of here and go back home. So I looked around the room and eyed the velvet curtains that hung neatly high on the wall. With my anger and stupid plans getting the best of me.

I closed my eyes and held my hands out and began to chant a spell, unsure if I was even doing this right. Back at the packhouse, I never really got time to practice the bigger spells like this, Connor always had me doing something else with my time, well he was an asshole anyway.

But thinking about everything only made me miss home more, fueling my energy. I will NEVER love Salvator, this isn’t a Twilight or Vampire Diaries love triangle, btw I chose Damon and Jacob. Soon, the curtains were in flames, turning quickly into ash on the ground. I smiled at my work and stood with a proud face.

Yep, I’m officially losing it, I guess that’s what happens when you’re without your soulmate for a while. God I need to stop sounding like a fangirl, that’s desperate for a guy to love her, but I guess North does care about me so, maybe not the best comparison on my part.

Soon I heard the door behind me open, and I heard a smooth British accent call out into the room, “Constance? why do I smell-” she cut herself off at the sight of my damage, “My lord, what the hell is wrong with you!!” She said showing me out of the way while she stared at the flames in fount of her.

She then pulled a clouded purple stone out of her pocket and lifted it up to the flames which died down and soon were non-existent. The curtains even went back to there pretty velvet, that stone must have to reverse magic properties harbored inside. She then turned to me with a not very happy expression on her face.

She had curly blonde hair that went to her chest, pale skin and red eyes, just like Salvator, she wore a tight red dress with a leather jacket, paired with six-inch black heels and black painted nails. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by your behavior, you have quite the temper, I guess your red hair gives that away”.

I glared at her in anger, but she ignored it and walked towards me, “You are very pretty though, so I guess I can understand why my brother chose you” hold up...She’s Salvator’s sister!!!

I guess she saw my confusion and shock and smiled, “Sorry, how rude of me, my name is Isadora Rose Vladimir, daughter of King Gideon Vladimir and Queen Ingrid Vladimir, sister of Salvator Vladimir-” she bowed with a smirk, “Please to meet you my future sister-in-law” she said making me angrier if possible.

“I will NOT marry him!!” I snapped at her making her laugh, and walk over to the table of glasses and pouring herself bourbon, “It’s no use lying to yourself dear, there’s no way out of this, so get used to it” she said sipping her glass. I glared and folded my arms over my chest, “You don’t know anything about me Isadora, so don’t assume my actions please”.

I said with attitude, if this bitch wants to fight me then fine, I’ll kick her ass. “I like you, you have strength and confidence, but drop the attitude,” she said in a judgmental tone. But I still smiled, “Your family took me from the people I love and care about, so I got every single reason to be more than pissed right now.”

Her smile then fell and she set her glass down, “You’re new here so I’m willing to let this attitude of yours slide, but in the future-” she moved face to face with me, “Don’t ever talk to me like this again” she sneered, but I kept a strong face, matching her posture in a challenging way, I’m not gonna let her take advantage of me.

“Have a nice night Constance Safire” she spoke in a bitter tone seeing how I wasn’t fazed by her, “You to, Isadora Vladimir” I spoke her name like a curse which I could tell made her more than mad but I didn’t care. Her threats were nothing to me, If I’m gonna be here for a while, I might as well have a little fun with it.

Even If I means I’ll piss off a vampire and get myself in danger,

they took my home and love away from me,

they deserve every bad thing they get.

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If Constance’s plan was successful...