A.D.

                                    

                                          
A/N: this is literally the longest one shot I've ever written, so enjoy! 
Requested on Tumblr; smut warning 
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You had one mission. One seemingly normal, manageable mission. 
All you needed to do was observe her, and gather as much information as you could about her.
Alcina Dimitrescu.
That name did wonders. It almost excited you as much as it infuriated you. The damn nerve of that woman was what drove you so impossibly close to the edge.
Her heated gaze burnt into the back of your mind. Gold ripples clouds your vision. 
You didn't have time for this. Any of it  really. Chris, along with several other BSSA members would be there any day to take them out. Every monstrosity they call 'family'. 
In the four short weeks at Castle Dimitrescu, you unintentionally became Alcina's head maiden. 
How you managed to accomplish that was beyond you. It did make you wonder. You hadn't exactly done anything in particular to acquire such a position from the mistress of the castle. Your mind buzzed with possibilities. Was she onto you? No. Of course she wasn't, she couldn't be, could she? 
With shaky hands, you took a deep breath trying to further compose yourself. The portable tray in your hands suddenly feels like a ton of bricks. 
The lady was expecting her afternoon tea and isn't too keen on waiting. Her patience grew weary by the moment. 
Slowly you brought your right hand and gently knocked on the brooding wood that distinguishes right from wrong, safety and danger.
A muffled "Come in," filled the unorthodox silence. Leisurely you opened the door, making sure to keep your eyes lowered as you approached the ornate vanity, and set down the tray. 
Lady Dimitrescu's predatory gaze burned holes as she watched you intently. Seemingly lost in her trance, she doesn't realize when you are standing right in front of her, tea cup in hand. 
"Lady Dimitrescu?" you said questioningly, curious where her mind might be. 
"Yes, sorry, dear. Thank you." She replies quickly, taking the seemingly hand painted tea cup. A faint metallic smell infiltrated the small space between you. It was no secret what the lady of the castle preferred in her afternoon tea. Regardless, a shiver ran down your spine at the mere thought of who that could be. 
"Is that all my lady?" You asked as you made your way back to the vanity to retrieve the silver tray. 
"Actually, there is something I wanted to discuss with you." She said slowly. "That is, if you don't mind, of course." 
As if you even have a choice in the matter. Alcina Dimitrescu, always playing with her food. Utterly ridiculous. 
"Something makes me think it's not really up for debate, is it?" You ask knowingly, growing a bit bold. 
"Perhaps. Perhaps not." She responds teasingly, while smirking. Vague as ever.
Even though she's a ruthless vile woman, whos committed several dozen atrocities, you have to admit, she's painfully attractive. 
Beauty and confidence radiate off her, making her all the more alluring. The air around her is absolutely intoxicating. You know it's wrong, but you just can't help yourself.  
Tirelessly, you try to derail your mind that convinces you, you need more, that you need her..  
Each and every humaneless act she's committed plays before your eyes, yet the image of a broken woman stuck in her own immortality alway wins. 
"Well, I hope I can acquire whatever you desire to know." You reply plainly. 
She eyes you almost cautiously. Observing you shamelessly. Her heated gaze makes you all too aware of the situation you're in. The danger, the unknown, the claws of a monster.