Death is laughing as he helps up Cece. She scowls, taking his hand, and grips it tight.
"I'm going to be honest, I thought it was going to be longer wait than that." he said, guiding her towards a pathway away from her body. Cece was nervous then; she could feel herself aging or shrinking. "Am I going back in the womb?" she asked him, and he laughed, shaking his head. "I'm not sure yet, but seeing you fight your pregnant friend, and your betrothed was quite amusing. Your other friend is trying her hardest to wake you up." A scream sounded behind them, and Death chuckled. "Looks like she shook you hard enough to show the exact spot your neck broke." Cece fought back shivers, staring straight ahead. "Was I that much of a fool?" she muttered, mostly to herself. "No; just because you followed what you were taught, and they didn't don't make you a fool. It just makes them impatient and imponet." Death replied. Cece said nothing, though she felt a bit better at that point. She was still growing and shrinking, a sort of back and forth thing that left her with goosebumps. Briefly, she wondered if she would see something in this other side of life. Death gave her hand a gentle squeeze, trying to comfort her, but continued on to walking. Again, Cece could feel her body moving and shifting, and she felt old pains and new pains as they continued on the path. Death hummed, and whenever Cece tried to ask him a question, his hums got louder. When they stopped, Cece's body thrummed with energy, and she stared at Death. He was beautiful, and even as he smiled, she could see that there was something sad about him. "You've been offered a second chance, Cece. Get your revenge, and live your life. This is the only chance I'm giving you." And then he kissed her cheek, a small moon mark forming on the spot where he had kissed. Cece touched the spot in wonder and then felt a pain in the side of her neck. There was a snap, and she let out a gasp, eyes flying wide open. "M-my neck! It hurts!" She cried out. "In order for you to come back, you have to heal how you died. You died of a broken neck. It's healing now, and the bone snapped back in place." He explained, sounding apologetic. Cece briefly saw stars, and she dropped to her knees, letting go of Death's hands. But he kept a hand on her back. "I don't need you getting lost in this part of the afterlife." He explained Cece was too busy being lost in the moment of pain and then clarity. She no longer felt Death's touch, but she heard him whisper goodbye. When I wake up, the concept of time is lost on me. I have no idea when I am. The sun peeks through my curtains, and I look down at myself. I grab my chest, noting that they're the same size, and I throw the blankets off of me. The doors to my room slam open, and my maids rush in, holding my gowns and tsking at the sight of my hair. "My lady, it's time to get you ready. You have a date with your betrothed soon." the maids say, giggling to one another. "A date under the stars sounds so dreamy." The one with the blonde hair says. Father always switches the maids, so I don't bother learning their names. They catch my attention, though. A date under the stars. This must mean that Death took me back to when Mason and I were engaged and it was close to the party. And to where I discovered the truth. An angry blush overcomes me, and I sit up straight in my bed. "I don't want that gown. I want another one." I say, and the maid holding my gown bows before disappearing back into my closet. I follow my maids into the restroom, where they take off my nightgown and get my bath drawn. I have plans to go through. The memory of Isadora braiding pearls into my hair is what caused me to order my maids to throw all of those away. They follow through, but I see the looks they exchange before throwing it all away. I sit down as my maids pull up gown after gown. None of them call to my attention, and I tap my fingers in annoyance. "That was the last one my lady." the black haired maid says as she bows. "I'd like for you to go through my mother's gowns. And any of her red ones, bring forth." They begin to leave and I snap my fingers, stopping the last one in her tracks. "While they're at it, fix my hair." She nods, brushing through my hair in gentle motions with the brush. I say nothing, waiting for my other maids to arrive. It takes them about fifteen minutes for them to come back with five red gowns. They show each one, the last one being the one I'm satisfied with. My hair is twisted into a bun, the top having a braid to make it look like a crown. My face is washed and powdered, and I have a daring shade of red on my lips. The maids help me with my corset, placing it on tight, my breasts bulging at the top. I'm careful not to move too sudden, as my hair must be kept in place. Thankfully, the dress is easy to place on, holding my arms out as they tie the back, adjusting the plunging neckline, and ensuring my bodice is covered. I slip on some basic flats, the gown long enough to cover my ankles, and my maids nod in approval at what I'm wearing. "That Mason is one lucky dog." one of the maids say and I wince. It's the same thing Isadora said. I look in the mirror and sure enough, I'm a different me. My hair is fixed the way I instructed, making me look like a queen, my eyes highlighted by the black eye paint carefully adorned around them. My lips are rose red, and I smile looking seductive. My breasts were already big, but the corset really makes them pop out, the neckline just barely covering my corset. The dress hugs my frame, making me look slim and curvy, accentuating my buttock. "I look amazing." I agree, and the girls clap and curtesy, as they help me out of the room. As we make our way down the stairs. Mason is standing there in a crisp uniform, his unkempt black hair wild. I grimaced, remembering how I had found that attractive. Now that I knew better, he looked like a sleazy bum, and I kept my face devoid of emotion. I could see the moment Mason noticed me though; his honey colored eyes stared at my face and then traveled down to my neckline, as he eyed my breasts. His eyes continued down my dress, and I fought the urge to shudder as it felt like he was undressing me. "My darling, you look rather spruced up for a night out under the stars." He said. I could tell he wanted to say more, but didn't due to the company that was around. I smiled then, shaking my head a little. "You believe I did this for you?" I replied, and my maids turned to me, a question in their eyes. Mason looked confused then, letting out a small laugh. "Then what for?" He asked, and at that moment, I saw Quill walking over, as he came to greet me. I believed he had business with my father, but a thought came to me then. "I wish to look good for my lover." I said, looking directly at Quill, who had now gotten close enough to hear. Mason stiffened as he looked, and the maids backed away, sharing whispers. And I still wasn't done. I turned to Quill, smiling up at him, as I motioned for him to lean down. Confused, he did, and then before anything else could happen, I pressed my lips against his, sharing a kiss.I hear mixed cries from my maids and Mason as I hold on to the front of Quill's jacket to hold him in place as I kiss him, his body stiff as he's stunned.I need to make this believable, though; I press my breasts against his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck.He seems to relax then, placing a large hand on the back of my waist, his other hand cupping my right cheek where the moon mark is at.I feel him ripped away from me as Mason grabs him and slams Quill against the far wall, honey eyes boring into Quill's calm green ones."I will kill you!" Mason screams in his face, and again, no fear in Quill's eyes."Mason! Release my lover." I ordered, walking over to where they stood. My maids trailed me, nervous chatter coming from them.Mason let go of Quill then, causing him to fall back on the wall, sliding down. Mason stepped towards me, looking like he wanted to hold on to me, either to hug me or shake me."Darling, have you forgotten that you're betrothed to ME." He replied, look
Quill and I decide to go to the gardens, waving away curious stares from butlers, and maids. The wedding planner storms past me, giving me a dirty look, but she stops when Quill places a protective arm around me, pulling me outside. On a whim, I curl into his warmth, forgetting for a moment that he's not Mason; werewolves run on a higher temperature, and since I chilled so easily, it was one of the few things I appreciated. And a bonus; Quill smells like clean clothes and soap. Mason mostly smelled like raw meat, and outside scentst hat I could never pinpoint at times. I snuck a peek at him, wondering what was he thinking. Did he think this was a good idea? Did I think this was a good idea? Honestly, this seemed too fast in such a short amount of time. As I opened my mouth to ask him something, someone calling out my name stopped me. Confused, we both turned, and I felt the color leave my face for a moment. Isadora was there, face flushed from ha
When I awoke, I was crushed against Quill's bare chest, his solid arms holding me in place. He was deeply asleep-I think from his breathing-and I could feel sweat begin to form from how warm Quill is. The urge to go to the restroom grew, and I tried to wiggle free, but his grip tightened, and he sighed, burying his face in my hair. Please, just let me go to the restroom, I thought to myself, and after a beat, he turned to the other side of the bed, sighing as his snores went back to normal. I bolted, rushing to the restroom as I relieved myself, then washed my hands, and teeth. I stared at my reflection, noticing bed marks on my face, and the tangles in my hair. I sighed, knowing that this was going to take some time to fix. Suddenly, I remembered that today was the day of the ball that was being thrown from the duke of the west. In part celebration of my wedding, but mostly he enjoyed throwing them. I wondered if Quill wanted to go, then recalled that he
The guards throw me in the cell as if I'm garbage, and I land on my hands and knees. The bottom of my dress has torn, and I turn to scream at the guards, rushing forward just as they slam the cell on me. I'm so angry as I grip the metal bars, screaming for them to let me out. Footsteps wander in through the dark hallway, and the small oil lamps laid on the floor light up just enough for me to see who it is. "Mason." I say, through gritted teeth. He smirks at me, dusting off his shoulders, his eyes roaming all over the cell. "Wow, my darling, how you've fallen from your grace. The only, and eldest daughter of one of the most wealthy dukes in all the lands." he gloated, eyes going down to the tear in my dress. "And even your dress has suffered from your insolence." "What do you want from me, Mason?" I asked, hands gripping the bars. "To see you suffer." he replied, and his eyes bored into mine, flashing. I laughed then, cupping my mouth to stop th
Death is watching with bored eyes as I land in front of him. His scythe is in his hand, and there looks to be something caught on it. As I get near, he yanks it off, wiping his hands on his black robe. "Sorry, sometimes the souls get stuck on my scythe." he said sheepishly, and I blink before I realize what he's saying. "What are you doing here?" I asked, watching as the space around us turns clear, with only a slight fog. "I just want to say that this; giving you a chance to come back to life was one of the greatest decisions I've made. Not only have you gone off the rails, you also have managed to carve your own source of happiness." I said nothing, as out of nowhere, he began to float, laying back with his arms down to his sides, the scythe keeping him balanced. "But I know you have something up your sleeve. So please, make it worth my while." he said, as a skeletal version of himself walked out from him and disappeared. He must have seen the dismay
My hair is made into a long braid, the ends tickling my lower back. I change my mind many times on what I want to wear, and I decide on a simple light purple dress, that's long sleeved, and some warm pantyhose, paired off with black boots with buckles. Where Quill resides, it's almost always cold, and I understand why he chose that spot; his entire pack run on a higher temp than the rest of us do. Quill comes back from speaking with my father, and heads back in my closet, pulling out a thick, flower patterned blanket. He wraps it around myself, kissing the tip of my nose as he does so. That simple action, so casual, and out of nowhere makes my heart beat faster, and the blood rush to my face. Quill notices, his face switching from embarassment, to teasing, as he kisses both of my red cheeks. "S-stop, you tease!" I say, lightly shoving him back, as I wrap the blanket around myself. "My darling, you are covered from head to toe in clothes, it might b
The ring feels heavy on my finger, and I feel clumsy. Though the stone being much bigger than Mason's old engagement ring, I felt flustered as Quill guided me out of the carriage and into his castle. Cold air nipped at my exposed nose, and skin, and I rubbed my hands together to sort some heat from friction. At one point, I almost slipped on an icy puddle, Quill pulling me up into his arms. Instantly, my body was warmed, heat coming off of Quill. He walked with sure steps, greeting people to and fro, and I tried to peek out from the blankey. The cold hit my face with enough force to have me back huddled, the icy breeze piercing through my thin dress. What was I thinking dressing like this? "I do apologize for the weather, my dear. It got worse." Quill said, and suddenly, it stopped being cold, the blanket taken off of me. Sudden light from chandliers, and torches made me squint my eyes after having been in the darkness for so long. I rub my eyes, then tr
My breath catches in my throat, and I open my mouth to speak when the door slams open. I let out a shriek and scuttled behind Quill, trying not to care that he's nude. It's Leopold, and his gaze meets Quill. "Sorry for the interruption, but there's trouble, my lord!" he exclaims before leaving the room. Quill whips on a robe that was dangling on his bed post, slipping on clean underwear, and running out of the room, the moment broken. I frown, our moment clearly ruined, and grab my own thick robe that will hide the fact that I'm not wearing a corset, and run after him, stopping just around the corner of the living quarters. The couches are filled with what I assume is Quill's pack, their wounds being attended to by the nurse maids, and a medical doctors. One of the pack members has a bandage around his head, and he tries to scratch the back of his head, but can't. "...report." I hear Quill say, his voice calm, and full of authority. "Before