Scary Dreams & Spells

Darkness.

It was a concept Arabella had already gotten used to, a feeling she had learnt to kiss. The glorified sense of loneliness that enveloped her whenever she could barely see her own two feet. It was the same thing now, absolutely nothing had changed.

She could only remember herself getting into bed beside Klaus at night, and placing her head on his chest, as he rubbed her back gently. How she had managed to transcend from that, to the current state she was in, was unknown to even her.

However, one thing was very sure.

Arabella was neither happy nor comfortable with where she was. The sweat that poured from her forehead, and soaked her neck was more than enough to tell her that.

It was only when she tried to move her feet and settle into a more comfortable position, that she realized her legs had been chained.

Her hands had been cuffed behind her back, and the smell of the room that hit her nose was rather….familiar.

The sound of a door creaking open was more than enough