Olivia's Thoughts

Olivia understood. In fact, she understood very well. The first few months had indeed consisted of her moping around, doing whatever she was told and being led around by Alexander.

Her act of seeking out Jackal and Sword tavern and therefore extracting information from Alban, was the first decisive step Olivia had taken since killing Glenn and Miran.

These past couple of months, although spent in a daze, was not all fruitless. The free time had allowed Olivia to adjust to her new environment as well as sort through her own feelings and thoughts. While she spent her time as a captive, it was not that Olivia had never come across the thought of trying to find out the siblings' motives for what they were doing to her and the reason for it, rather, she did not have the mental capacity to think of such inquisitive things. Being tortured for days on end, her mind had long began to crumble, piece by piece. She began to feel a sense of self loss, soaring through the blank abyss within her mind. Although she hated the witch siblings to death, Olivia had to admit that conversing with them and hearing a reply back, allowed her to retain the sanity that remained. Enough that she was able to drive a dagger through their hearts.

Olivia sighed as she lay on her bed, staring up at the plain white ceiling.

At first, she had truly not thought that she would somehow be able to escape from their clutches, even going as far as to plan to die with them if that was what it took to end it all. But when she finally gazed at their corpses, laying silently on the grimy floor, it finally struck her that she had gained freedom. Except, what was next?

To her dismay, she could no longer accurately and confidently say that she was human. But if she was no longer human, what was she? Where was she to go now that she had ended it all? Who could accept an unimaginable existence like hers?

All of this had run through her mind while she covered the dilapidated den in oil, ready to burn all that had once occurred here in the dark.

That, however, was also when she had met him. That pureblood vampire. The tall and stoic man who stared at her with his glowing red eyes. Alexander.

While she answered their questions absentmindedly, she had a few thoughts running through her mind at the time.

'Would this vampire kill me?'

'…can he kill me?'

Olivia didn't have a clue. She didn't know what to do with herself either. And so, when Alexander took her with him, back to the De Vere household, she didn't have much to say neither did she put up any resistance.

Things since than went from stagnant to lively. She suddenly found herself doing things she never believed to be able to do in her lifetime. Not only that, she started to find out about herself as she spent more time with him. Surprisingly, she even found herself telling him about her abnormal body constitution.

Olivia couldn't help but chuckle at this point.

Funnily enough, it was a pureblood vampire that knew about these secrets. Only him.

At some point, especially late at night, she often thought about why she had confided in him. Exactly why had she stood in front of the fireplace that day and showed him her anomaly?

She couldn't think of anything but one reason.

She wanted to share the heavy burden that lay on her shoulders with someone else. Deep down, in the darkest crevices of her mind, she wanted to confide in someone. Tell someone. She didn't really know if it was because it was Alexander or if was it was because he was just there at the time but…

A small smile crept up on her face.

She was thankful, grateful even, that she had told him and that he patiently listened. It wasn't such a big thing, but it gave her a sense of solace. The comfort that someone else knew what she had to carry, and that she could talk to him about it.

This, however, didn't mean that Olivia was naïve and had somehow blindly followed Alexander around like he was some saint. Contrary to expectations, Olivia's guards were still up, although they had somewhat lowered as they had gotten closer as time went by, Olivia couldn't ignore the few loopholes.

Why had he taken her in?

She contemplated this question a few times but couldn't quite come up with an answer so therefore, she decided to longer ponder over such a thing. What use would constantly doubting him do?

Therefore she continued to adjust to her now, very active life, but the question was… was that it?

Rubbing her face, Olivia gave a long sigh.

Of course that wasn't it.

With freedom and stability, came her thoughts that she thought had long died along with that rickety dark cell.

Just why did the witch siblings experiment and torment her?

What was their purpose?

And even more importantly, why her?

These were the questions that had plagued her, along with her memories of the past that haunt her unceasingly within the depths of the night.

And so, she took her first step by seeking out Alban.

What good did it do to just continue to mull over the same thoughts over and over. She had already had a few good months of feeling dreary, absentminded and gloomy. Now what she needed to do was start at the beginning.

Yes, she did not dare to dwell too much on the past, neither did she want to think about it either. The box of memories that she had been suppressing for the past 7 years looked to be leaking into her dreams often more than not, yet she couldn't bring herself to overthink. She was afraid that if she surrounded herself with such memories…

Therefore, she was left with indulging herself with investigating her captivity.

Olivia abruptly sat up on her bed. She neatened out the small creases in her dress before looking up.

Just like she had said, she was now here and could no longer look over there.

With that, Olivia left her room and quietly walked across the hallway before entering another.

Without stopping, Olivia walked over to the familiar glass cabinet. She picked up a bottle before getting two glasses. The room was silent, the only noises heard being from the clinking of glass.

Olivia sat down, placing the objects on the table. She promptly poured some liquor into the two glasses, before sliding one of them over to the man that had been observing her ever since she stepped foot into the room.

"Let's drink."

Alexander did not say much, only cocking one eyebrow at her.

He could feel that something was slightly off. The air around the girl was bleak yet her expression remained unchanged.

"Are we celebrating?" Alexander asked as he picked up the glass, swirling the liquor around.

Olivia didn't reply, only taking a sip from her cup.

"Where did you go yesterday?" Alexander inquired, his drink untouched.

"Do you think I'm nice?" Olivia questioned instead, ignoring his previous words.

Alexander furrowed his eyebrows, "It depends on what you define as being 'nice'."

"Hmm."

The longer he looked at her, the more Alexander did not understand why Olivia looked so sombre, as if she was fighting with herself. Looking at her like this, he couldn't help but purse his lips.

"What will you do if I die?"

Such an outlandish question caused Alexander to pause his movements and look up at her.

Olivia did not move her gaze away, meeting his red eyes with her brown ones.

Alexander, at this point, had no clue as to why Olivia was acting in such a manner but nonetheless shook his head, "You won't die."

"How do you know?" Olivia pressed on.

Alexander gave a quirk of his lips as he went back to swirling the liquor in his glass, "Did you forget? I told you that your life will only end by my hand."

Silence had ensued once again.

After a while a quiet, "Hmm," rang out.

Olivia took in a deep breath before looking up once again. Alexander continued to watch her every movement intently, as if trying to figure out her every being.

Except, what Alexander was met with was a blinding and breath-taking smile. A smile that was deeply etched in the safest corner of his mind and one that he would not forget for years to come.

Olivia comfortably leaned back into her chair, her shoulders visibly relaxing as she took another sip of her drink. Alexander continued to stare at her, his mind put in to disarray by the alluring woman before him.

He took a while to snap out of his daze. He took a long sip of the strong liquor before talking once again.

"Is something the matter?"

"I have a few thoughts."

Alexander couldn't help but replay the scene of her smiling over and over again in his mind. It felt as if a small and soft paw was clawing away at his flesh.

He took a moment before his expression morphed into an amused one, "Oh? Why don't you indulge me."

Olivia looked at him deeply before asking, "What do you know about The Order?"