#dimitresca.

her  screams  have  tapered  off  into  sobs  as  she  squirms  on  the  cot.  sometimes  she  sees  another  girl,  a  blonde  girl,  like-her  but  not-like-her,  beautiful  and  cold  in  a  way  this  one  will  never  be.  cassandra.  she  had  a  name  before  that,  a  true  name,  but  she  doesn’t  remember  it  since  they  cut  open  her  chest  and  put  something  squirming  inside  of  it.  she   remembers  a  woman  - a  goddess?  with  a  halo  and  wings.  that’s  what  made  her  think  she  must  be  dying.  but  there  is  also  this  woman  -  mother?  - who  stands  over  her,  sometimes  wipes  the  blood  off  of  her  mewling,  heaving  lips  with  a  soft  handkerchief.  sometimes  she  reads  to  her,  even  if  the  girl  is  too  fever-dazed  to  understand  the  words.  there’ll  be  no  more  crying,  she  says,  and  the  girl  has  to  believe  her,  because  she  is  the   only  constant  in  this  life,  this  hellish  existence  that  has  narrowed  itself  down  to  the  girl  and  the  cadou,  fighting  and  kicking  and  screaming.

she found herself standing closely behind the oil painter that did a flawless job painting @dimitresca features. she nodded the moment gossip was introduced into the conversation and voiced her sound opinion, " yes! Born this way and show me your teeth had vampires everywhere wanting to be little monsters of the lady Gaga the moment she dropped the albums! " she herself mostly listened to vampire only singers , but still could be persuaded to listen to human singers as well. As it was with her current knowledge on hit artists, " I remember when the baron afanas stole her all meat look for a night on the town! It was a stunning replica of a beautiful original. "

she paused, " I'd really like to see her sing with the band Fang-Er-Ella. come over to the dark side so to speak and just hang out with us vampires. "

unprompted asks. / always accepting.

she's hearing @dimitresca . really she is. but she's also hearing the terrible band play the version of Brittany spears, " slave 4 u " and she remembers why she never allows teen vampires do covers in her club again. she's nodding before she lifts up a finger, " hold that thought. "

she turns to the vampires on stage and yells. breaking the lights in her shrieky voice, " I said you could sing one song of BRITTANY SPEARS NOT TWELVE. GET OFF MY STAGE. "

unprompted asks / always accepting.

" I've already told him not to bring along that stupid bloody cursed hat but- " in the foyer an explosion could be heard and her hand extends as she sighs loudly and hisses. though of course her husband is currently caught up in the explosion himself. left behind in the other room. she appeared like she was used to this several times as she looked to @dimitresca .