Misfortune
The night was cold, snow piled up around houses and doors like the carolers who sang around this time of the year. In one particular house a family of aristocracy gathered to spend time together, laugh together, and have fun. The head of this particular family was spending time with her daughter, the next heiress to the family name. “Bellamina, child how is your daughter?” an older woman asks.
“Dahlia is doing fine mother. She excels at almost every subject, especially language arts and Music.” Bellamina, the current head of the family answers back. Dahlia the youngest child being only 10 walks behind her mother, a shy look upon her face. Her uncle approaches her to which she backs away from him. “Please uncle, I do not wish to be approached…” she almost mumbles. Ironically she is the only daughter who could inherit the family’s fortune. Her uncle growls his disapproval and Bellamina steps closer to her daughter. “Dahlia said she did not want to be approached Lord Draconstien. Do not approach her.” Her words were sharp like steel blades and colder than ice.
“Yes, yes I heard the brat.” Draconstien cooed regaining his composure. The night went on as planned though tension between Draconstien and Bellamina was still growing. When the festive night ended Bellamina tucked Dahlia to bed and read her a bedtime story. She turned the lights off and the nightlight on and went to the master bedroom of the house where she would lay with her husband, Erick Wyllowe. Little known that things wouldn’t be as peaceful as they seemed. Black shadows danced, quietly making their way to the sleeping family’s home. First was the daughter. A shrill shriek woke the other two residents, a shriek that was silenced all too quickly. Next the man of the household. He fought, and fought, but soon he too died. The woman bolted to the kitchen hoping to draw a weapon to fight back. She turned quickly, but not fast enough when a slash made its way down her back, from one shoulder to its opposite hip. She screamed quite marvellously and toppled over from pain. She too has fallen. The shadows left the now blank scene with the knife and her weapon to dispose of them. A series of first responders flooded in and checked the house. They found the woman still clinging to dear life. Even if by a thin thread. They rushed her to the operating room to operate on her. By miracles or fate she did survive, only to tell her tale as she could recall. The police suspected it was her who committed the act but it was cut down by her scar. No one can cut themselves that badly and it be that even of a slash. In the official story, reporters had said it was a break-and-enter scenario leaving two of the three residents dead, the father and the daughter. The mother was traumatized from the loss of her only child and her husband.
A/N: Hope you guys like this storyline. Sorry if it's a tad bit sad.
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