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Not Even Death Can Save Us Now

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The Battle Within Mystic Falls

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The Battle Within Mystic Falls

Bryce Holloway | 329 but appears 23 | Vampire

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Cynthia Dawlings | 28 | Witch | Power of Illusions

The Battle Within Mystic Falls

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Not Even Death Can Save Us Now

When Bailey was able to get her legs working again, she left the cabin, arm over her stomach as the thoughts from that terrible time flooded her memory like a tidal wave. She found Daryl and walked to him, clearing her voice, but noticed something behind his back. "What's that?" She asked, her eyes moving to him. What could he be hiding? She looked over at Rick who avoided eye contact with her. "We should get rid of those bodies in the cabin, before they attract walkers." He said and motioned for Carl to come help him. Bailey watched as they made their way to the cabin. She already saw what she wanted to- the man who had initially done this to her wasn't there. Everyone else was, but he wasn't. Was he still alive, or did he turn?

Biting her lip she looked back at Daryl, waiting for him to show her what he was hiding.

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After Rick and Carl disposed of the dead bodies in the cabin, he found Blake. "So, these are the guys who almost left Bailey for walker food? What's in that small bag she can't see?" He asked, his curiosity nagging at him.

Bride To Slavery

Charlotte placed her hand in his own, surprised at his touch. It almost seemed.. gentle, something she wasn't use to. She followed him out of the dining room and bowed her head slightly as a thank you when he opened the door for her. She nodded and watched him walk off, following the maid to her bedroom, and it blew her expectations. She figured she'd be sleeping on another shitty cot, but no. There was a four poster plus bed in the middle of the room, a satin burgundy bedspread with matching pillows decorated it. She let out the air she had been holding in. "It's.. beautiful." She said to herself, but the maid standing beside her nodded. "Yes, my lady. The Lord treats us good, even the butler." She said and led Charlotte to a large vanity, opening the door. There were full length mirrors on each side and inside several beautiful gowns. "Lord Alwyn would love you in this, my lady." The maid who accompanied her said, bringing out a beautiful black and white gown. The sleeves fell off her elbows and ruffled at the top. It was a corset top that flowed down to a mermaid style dress. She put it on, with the help of the maid, and was a little surprised at her changed appearance. "Let me do your hair, my lady." The maid said. She piled Charlotte's dark curly hair back, pinning it with a few pearl pins. When she was done, she had on a pearl necklace, a present from Alwyn, her future husband.

Standing up, Charlotte was almost unrecognizable. She thanked the maid and soon enough, the party was staring. She waited for Alwyn to accompany her, her heart pounding out of her chest.

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Bride To Slavery

Charlotte glanced at the piece of paper that was placed in front of her. She stared at it, listening to Alwyn explain why she was here. So she was to be his bride? Not his slave? Or was she to be both? She wondered what he meant, by her not being his style, but that was the last thing on her mind. She didn't picture her first marriage being like this, with someone she didn't even know or had even heard of, with no feelings attached, did she want to do this? A nagging thought stayed with her You'd be happy here.. taken care of... That thoughts took control of her as she nodded her frail head, dark curls moving with her, and signed the paper, her signature small and pretty.

Glancing up at her 'groom' She placed the pen on top of the paper and pushed it towards him. "Okay." She said, it was the first time she spoke since she arrived, her voice was small and almost musical. She nervously bit her lip before looking back down, fumbling with her clean and freshly manicured hands. She wondered what they'd do next; would he beat her? No, he said he wasn't her master. Would they go to bed together? He did say something about that; or would she have her own room? She did feel tired and was aching to lay in a real bed, on a real mattress, not a lumpy and stained cot. She waited to hear what would happen next, her heart almost thudding out of her chest.

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Bride To Slavery

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