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Strigoi: Chapter 2

Vampires, Monsters

By Alexandra FPublished 6 years ago 4 min read
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Bride of Frankensteined

What does one say about having been raped in front of a group of people in order to get out of a manor one has been stuck in? Yes, I was also the butterfly, though you will laugh at that. I know exactly who were the two real moths, as opposed to the posited two in the movie. If you’ve ever seen anyone beheaded, especially a butterfly, you know what Crimson Peak means.

There were two male moths, not just one. The female moth was the head of it all. She was the one they competed for, the one they were supposed to compete for anyway. They both wanted out, so they both wanted me as an out. I have never wanted to be anyone’s out.

As I said, just like in one of the Vampire Chronicles, I believe it was Blood and Gold. I was raped in front of a group of people. We didn’t even both get out as the two original moths reneged as soon as they saw that we’d be escaping with the truth of what they’d done to us intact within our memories. It would later happen to me again, at least in my dreams, when I was the daughter of a king famous for the deaths of his wives for one reason or another. What they didn’t know was that the Grimm tale. Bluebeard was loosely based on him, except that it was a daughter, not a wife that found the door to which the forbidden key corresponded. What she found inside that dungeon was exactly as described in the most disturbing of versions of the tale. I should say what I found.

Back to the identity of the moths. The original two were the bastard offspring of the woman who did the torture before. I say bastard because they were only hers, not her husband’s though they were posited as his. The third one was my friend from before. I was his butterfly. A butterfly, as per their definition, was a woman that their mother had helped before she went mad and started torturing the very ones she’d helped. A butterfly alluded to the wings of a fairy as opposed to the wings of a moth or a pixie. Had to do with living or undead (Pixie-lated) fae.

All this was after their mother had raped me with the handle of a wooden spoon before.

I got out but he didn’t. At the very last, he shove-threw me out of the manor and stayed behind to face them down himself. Not the best thing.

I’d gone into that manor to investigate someone I’d been tortured by looking blonde and blue-eyed and fair-skinned. I walked out of there brunette and blue-eyed and tanner-skinned.

All the people that watched him rape me were then turned into horses as some sort of punishment.

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I had promised I’d mention the Frankenstein monster thing. I didn’t yet mention also that being Bride of Frankensteined is no fun. It was in punishment for having helped to free the lycans. My being lycaned was in punishment for having spied on the night-types as their secretary.

I went from feeling wildly full of energy and feeling my previous will to help the humans, abstainers, and lycaneds to feeling like I was maddened and fighting to free myself from this muting within my mind. I felt like I had all parts that were of others and that they were dead. It was later explained to me that they were my own deadened parts and that that muting kept me from knowing that. The maddening must have been from my inner self feeling like she couldn’t get out to the outer me to remind me, and that she wasn’t in touch with the deadened parts of me. Lives later, when I would re-awaken, I’d realize that I had forms attached to those parts.

They were later understood by the friends from before and somehow mercifully silenced within me. Not the best thing for a full Awakening, but the maddened feeling stopped.

I would think that my two choices that I then knew of went through the same pain that I did. It wasn’t the physical pain that bothered us; we got used to that after a while. It was that feeling like we didn’t belong as what we were since we thought that we were of others’ parts, and we struggled to become our full selves we sensed we’d been even though we couldn’t remember them.

I had two seeming choices of assigned husband back then. I could marry the one I had the feeling of a previous connection with or the other one that seemed kind of like him, but was not like him. There later turned out to be a third option that was the other one that the second one seemed kind of like as well, even more so when the first one seemed to disassociate himself with him. I chose the first and felt like I was naturally doing so through my own choice, though I’m pretty sure it was through some manipulation.

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Alexandra F

I write to give myself an adventure & if it's fun perhaps you will enjoy it too.

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