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By the time he stopped, Florence was curled up, tears streaming down her face, her whole body shaking. She wanted to tell him Stefan wouldnât leave her, but there was something in her mind now, a word that kept repeating over and over again: halfblood. Everything was confused in her head, but while the spell was off, it started making more sense. And Eli was right: Stefan would leave if this was true. And then the curse hit her again, and she cried out in pain once more. She usually wouldnât give him what he wanted, but she desperately needed him to stop this. âHalf⌠halfblood.â Itâs all she could manage to say, and she hoped it would be enough for him. Thatâs what he wanted, right?
A maniacal laugh left his lips when she finally spoke. âThatâs right. Half-blood. Thatâs what you are. The charm is broken, itâll all come back to you little by little.â He stepped closer to her, his fingers tightening around her throat as he roughly pushed her back against the wall. âNow, when all of it comes back to you and when he leaves you, you remember that I was the one who wanted you even when I knew what filth you really are. Do you understand me?â He let go of her before he took a small glass orb out of his pocket, showing it to her before placing it safely into her bedside drawer. âWhen you decide that you are better off with me, break this and itâll take you wherever I am. But itâll only work if you truly want to find me and you come alone. It has some interesting curses in it, if you try to fucking play me.âÂ
He was about to leave when his eyes fell on the necklace around her neck -- and he immediately knew who mustâve given it to her. âHe really needs to get a bit more creative with his gifts.â he hissed as he got close to her, one hand examining the necklace while the other tucked her hair behind her ear. âAre you sure he gives a fuck about you, he gave the same shit to Andromeda too. You know he still has a thing for that blood traitor bitch. Itâs not a secret how he lost it when she forgot him.â He scoffed as he thought of the fun he had with Andromeda, riling up Stefan had been the best part. His fingers delicately ran over the chain and the pendant before he roughly grabbed it off her neck and threw it across the room. âIt really wish I didn't want to hurt you.â Within seconds his wand was on her again, all his anger being focused on the cruciatus curse he shot at her till she screamed herself hoarse and fell unconscious.Â
He stared at the lifeless girl for a few seconds before he got a parchment and quill from her bag and began to write.
âYour halfblood wife is almost dead. Save her if you still want to.â - Elijah
The note looked too plain, and so to add his own dramatics, he took out his dagger and slit her palm, dabbing her blood onto the parchment to show it wasnât a joke. A flick of his wand and the parchment vanished into thin air to be delivered to Stefan. âIâll see you soon, love.â he told the unconscious girl, who he was sure would be dead if someone didnât come for her quickly. He could only hope Stefan would be fast enough.

















