september 1993
Remus held Fia close, for the first time in well… it must’ve been 12 years now. Remus pulled back for a moment. She was even paler than before. He stared into those red eyes of hers, but they had lost their brightness of youth, replaced with a carnal hunger.
“Are you okay?” He asked, holding her shoulders tight. She looked up at him.
“It’s been… around a decade. Since I ate… ate like normal.” She whispered, her eyes still fixated on him. Oh. Oh.
Poor girl.
They had moved to her office, Remus eyeing the stake she kept in a glass case above her desk, his eyes noting how ornate it was… was it porcelain? Even the box had golden details, pearls decorating it, like it was to house something… something beautiful. Like it didn’t house something killer.