Airalin

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

Since Amanda had agreed to hold her tongue regarding the necklace, I decided to shrug off her opinion of me and eat my food in silence. My breakfast was more than good enough to provide ample distraction until she left the room.

With Frank gone, I didn't have much to worry about, at least for the time being. There wasn't much I could do about the necklace beyond what I had done already. Of course, it was likely that Frank would be replaced by some other scumbag, but I would have to deal with that when it happened. I decided to go watch some TV while I had the living room to myself.

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The letters seemed to tell a story I already knew. Father had arranged for me to be kidnapped in order to make me a tortured soul eligible to inherit the family fortune, and Grandmother had implored him to reconsider, but to no avail. The only elaboration the letters seemed to offer came in the form of a few minor details. Still, it could prove useful to have material evidence of his scheme. I would hold on to these.

I dressed myself in a dark dress with long sleeves, one that concealed all of my bruises. If I could ignore the aching that came with every movement, I would be able to function as normal; in truth, the memory of my attack was far more painful than the remnants of it.

I left my room and made my way back to the dining room. Amanda was still present, as I had hoped - we had unfinished business.

"I don't really care if you think I'm crazy," I said, "But you should not tell Vivian that my necklace is back in the house." My voice was stern; I couldn't help that. "She is just as scared of it as I am, if not more so. The last thing she needs is something else to worry about. So if you care about her well being at all, please hold your tongue regarding this matter."

With that, I sat at the table, unconcerned with whether I'd be viewed as rude, and was served. I began eating immediately. The night had been long and miserable; some sustenance was long overdue.

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

She took all the ones you mentioned. Let's open one from daddy's law office first. =p

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I snorted at Vivian's text. She was going to be in for quite the unpleasant surprise when she returned.

Or perhaps not. If the necklace was to stay in the vault, and if it didn't interfere with my life from there, there was no reason for her to even know it was back in the house. I was certain she would be more comfortable that way. Maybe I should speak to Amanda, convince her not to share the information. If she could just believe that Vivian was as scared of the thing as I was she might not think me to be crazy. Of course, that was a long shot - I would probably always be an unstable lunatic in her eyes from this point forward.

Hand resting against the wall the entire way, I slowly returned to my room and laid out the letters I had taken on my bed. Whatever they were, they might have nothing to do with me. However, it was also entirely possible that they did. I couldn't hide from the truth forever - I needed to know. So I sat on my bed, opened one of the letters, and began reading.

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Just as I feared, Amanda totally thought I was nuts. Well, whatever. "I know you don't believe me, but I'm not wrong about this necklace," I said, "You should see the news story about the man who stole it from the pawn shop." I hated to be pitied the way Amanda was pitying me now, but there was no point in making a big deal out of it. I stormed out of the room, heading toward Grandmother's room, my heart sinking. The necklace was going to bother me while I was there... I just knew it was!

I kept the door open while I entered the room, frantically ripped the paper with the combination free from the bottom of the shelf, and dashed over to the safe. I couldn't help but wonder whether I'd find something else inside; there was only one way to find out. Within a minute, I heard the 'click' indicating that the safe was unlocked, and, breath held, pulled the door open.

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I recoiled from the mirror after seeing my reflection. Out of pure instinct, I hurled a lamp at it, causing it to shatter, glass shards scattering across the floor. I frantically looked over my body, but the only sign of harm was a multitude of angry bruises. I was walking just fine, and both my eyes seemed to work.

I snatched up the necklace, still in its envelope, and ran toward the dining room, still in my pajamas. Amanda was going to ask what had happened to me, and I didn't know what to tell her - perhaps it would have to be the truth. But that didn't matter. I didn't care if she decided I was crazy - she could think whatever she wanted! I just needed somewhere safe, somewhere distant, to store this thing. Perhaps I could put it in my bank vault?

When I arrived in the dining room, I began making my demands immediately. "I need somewhere secure and very far away where I can put this stupid necklace!" I said, my voice shaking. I indicated toward my leg, toward the bruises running down it. "This stupid thing is cursed - I told you it was! It gets fucking high off of hurting me. The only reason I wanted it back was to prevent Frank from using it to hurt me, but now he's dead, so please, help me put it somewhere no one else can reach it and it can't reach me!" When I stopped yelling, I realized tears were running down my cheeks. Amanda must think me a complete lunatic! But that didn't matter... all that mattered was getting away from this awful thing!

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Not entirely sure what happened. Does Eva now have bruises on her body, but no other sign of physical damage? It's just her mirror showing the bloody version, right?

The dark heart +18 mature/viloence/language

It had happened already. Frank was dead and Tiffany arrested. A chill ran down my spine; with the necklace, all of this was way too easy. I barely managed to stop myself from giggling with insane glee. No one stood a chance against me anymore - no one except the necklace itself. If I could find some way to neutralize, or at least minimize, its negative effects, I would be the uncontested ruler of my world, untouchable by all others!

Just looking at the dismayed expression on that bimbo's face made me happy. No more stupid demands that I go shopping with her - never again! Perhaps next time I should take out the leader of my security team... the jerk who wanted to blacklist me over Christian's death. No - that was pointless, I would suffer for nothing if I did that. Just being around the necklace was making me feel insane all over again. Vivian would be horrified when she caught sight of it. I needed to stash it away somewhere safe before it could do any harm.

I excused myself and returned to my room, necklace concealed in its envelope. Once inside, I changed into a more decent outfit and scanned the area for hiding places. There was nothing... nothing secure. It seemed my only option would be to install a safe.

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That had been disturbingly easy.

My heart sank as I peered into the envelope and saw the dreaded necklace within. The chain could be easily replaced, of course. I bit my lip as I looked at the object. It had caused me much suffering in the past, and was bound to hurt me again. Maybe I could have a safe installed in my room and keep it hidden there... with luck, that might protect me from the negative influence of the necklace.

I was surprised how well Amanda played a slut, of course. I hadn't even needed to be dressed up; the cop we had run into had eyes for her alone. I was perfectly satisfied by that, of course. The last thing I needed was some rotund excuse for a man soiling me with his eyes. Anyhow, that little ordeal was over. Now my real troubles would begin.

I would avoid wearing the necklace as much as I could, if only for the pleasure of watching Frank continue to frantically search for it, but I would probably be forced to keep it on my person at all times until I had a secure place to store it. Otherwise, Frank was bound to search my room for it. It might be best for me to dabble in its powers one more time to get rid of Frank for good; that would likely secure the safety of the necklace as well.

I held it in my hand and willed my thoughts to reach it. Please, kill Frank, before we return home... I'll have an alibi, and he'll drown in his own blood!

The Gifted[CLOSED]

She's inside. I never even meant for her to try to leave, lol - she was just going to find a place in the house to be by herself. But then people were posting as if she was leaving, so I just went with it. XD