House of cards

Date | 21st of February
Time | Evening
Place | Oscar’s house
Attire | Jeans, bare feet and a tight fitted t-shirt in the colour dark blue

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Letha watched her finger glide over the edge of her wine glass. She had no idea what time it was, or how long she had been sitting there watching the untouched wineglass in front of her. She had poured it when she had gotten home, and wanted to wait until Oscar had come home, mostly so she could ask him how his day had been. After the incident with Adonis, she had tried to be very punctual about when she got home, making sure to text him when she would drive off from work. Just not to worry him, it wasn’t uncommon that she didn’t respond right away, or that he wasn’t home when she had stepped through the door. But he usually was or would not be far behind her. Maybe she had just gotten to used to him always being around, and now it felt so lonely sitting in this big house. Maybe it was also that slight worry that there were werewolves prowling around. She tried not to worry about the Radclyffee family, as they mostly just wanted her dead. Not Oscar, because of his bond with Melanie.
She heard the door opened and with a smile on her lips she looked up. She was just about to get up and greet him, when the smell of someone familiar hit her. Melanie Radclyffee. She swallowed and felt how her entire body felt cold and ached all over. He had gone to see her? Why?
Now she tried not to think the worst, he was of course allowed to see whoever he wanted. Maybe it was her own insecurity, and the fact that Letha had told Oscar so many times how much she had missed him and that she loved him. But he had never said it back. He had said it with actions, but one could also love a person, without wanting to be with them.
Knowing that everyone was so afraid of her turning back to her old self, she couldn’t help but wonder, if Oscar thought that too. That he was only having her around to make sure that she didn’t become the woman that he hated. And that he truly wished to be with someone else.
Her fingers started playing with the ring that normally was like melted into her skin, but she had realised a couple of weeks ago that she could take it off if she wanted.
“Hi” she said with a soft smile, even though it felt forced as he stepped into the kitchen where she was sitting.

Oscar had woken up by the fjord feeling sore. But everything was fine truly. He was just covered in a bit of werewolf blood. He got up and had already forgotten everything about his phone and who he had planned on calling, so he just walked home.
He got inside and didn’t truly care for who it was he could smell, but simply walked straight towards the kitchen to grab one of his ‘wines’. He had dried blood down from his mouth and onto his clothing. The wound Melanie had created by biting him had healed, but his blood was still visible from where the wounds had been. His expression was completely stoic and at first didn’t reply to Letha. He grabbed a bottle from the cabinet before he turned towards her, making everything truly visible. He was about to open the bottle when he placed it on the countertop. “You might want to help me,” he said with his eyes completely matte, looking at her. His hands let go of the wine bottle and he placed his hands a little wide on the countertop of the kitchen island before he collapsed on the floor, knocking the bottle over.

It was only after he had stepped into the kitchen, that she picked up on the different scents that there were around him. Not only the smell of Melanie, but also blood, hers and his. What on earth had happened. She slowly got up from the chair, she could hear how it scraped over the floor. Eyeing him. Letha could feel something was off. Like he wasn’t Oscar, there was something else behind that pale forehead of his. Or maybe there was a lack of something. He didn’t answer her, he had just gone towards the cabinet and grabbed one of his bottles with blood. Then he turned towards her. She could see the blood from where it could look like he had been bitten. Blinking a little, she saw how emotionless his eyes looked at her. It tore in her heart. But she kept herself in check and didn’t move from behind the table. Not until he told her that she might wanted to help him. Her brows knitted towards each other, before she saw the scenario unfold in front of her eyes. With her speed it was no problem to catch the bottle before it broke. She then knelt by Oscar’s side. Pushing some of her hair behind her ear. “What on earth have you been up too” she whispered but as her fingers glided over the blood she knew. “Fuck” she hissed, closing her eyes she started to use her powers to generate new blood in his system flushing out the toxins from the werewolf bite. Then she leaned up and grabbed the bottle. Using her teeth, she pulled off the cork and then placed it towards his lips, once again using her powers making sure that it was gliding into his mouth and without spilling anything.

The bottle didn’t break. His emotionless eyes looked at her while she asked what he had been doing. “Securing the area,” he said with a hush voice, still very stoic, while her fingers glided over the blood from where he had been bitten. He didn’t get to do anything before he blacked out.

Oscar woke up with an enormous headache and as his eyes opened the whole room was sailing. He groaned a little, looking straight up into the ceiling. He could feel someone sit on the mattress next to him, but when looked towards it, it almost looked like a big hard-skinned worm who was breathing heavily at him. “Oh fuck off,” he hissed and pushed the duvet and pillows completely out of the bed he was sleeping in.

Letha had no idea how to feel with the whole situation. Which was why she didn’t let herself feel anything right now, not like Oscar had done. She didn’t turn off her feelings, she just, didn’t let them affect her while she made sure that he got clean. Was put in a new set of clothes and put in his bed. She placed a chair by the door, making sure that he wouldn’t just run out, when he woke. Either because he suddenly found other matters more important, or that he was hallucinating. Her powers could only do so much, when it was one of the ancient werewolves that had bitten him.
So, she sat there, looking at his sleeping body. Waiting for him to wake up again, with no idea how he would react nor how she would. Because it hurt, that he had gone off to talk with Melanie without telling her. That something had happened to make him turn off his feelings. She wasn’t stupid, something had happened and when it came to Melanie. She probably had ended up not reciprocated his feelings. Just like Iris.
Letha blinked a little when she heard him stir around in the bed. She looked up, seeing how he looked towards something that wasn’t there. Something he told to fuck off. “You’re hallucinating Oscar, stay in bed” she mumbled, getting up from the chair and walked over and started putting the things he had thrown off, up again.

Oscar gaze darted towards Letha as if he hadn’t even realized she was in the same room as her. “Don’t say untruthful things. My dad always thought well of you” he said. Clearly, he was hallucinating that she was feeling insecure about Oscar’s dad. His eyes darted towards the door that she had been sitting in front of. “I don’t want to look at you,” he whispered staring at the door. He was seeing a hallucination of Melanie standing by the door. He started to sit up, since hallucination Melanie didn’t listen to him.

Deep breaths. That was all she could think at this very moment. Because she knew right now it would matter if she yelled or became angry. It might just put her in a situation where she couldn’t get out of it again. Closing her eyes, when he told her not to say untruthful things. That his father had always thought well of her. Had that been the reason why he had ended up being with her? Because he had loved his dad so much, that he wanted to make him happy. So, even those times where she had thought they had been happy, all a lie?
Her eyes followed his towards the door, when he told someone that he didn’t want to look at them. Who was it now? Letha licked her lips and walked slowly towards him. “Oscar” she tried to snap him out of it. But didn’t dare to get to close, not right now. When she had no idea who he was seeing.

Oscar looked towards Letha as sounds came from her. His eyes were fixated on hers. “Can you please show her the door?” he said, feeling a little dizzy from turning the head so much. His eyes then darted to the window where he was certain to be seeing Melanie’s brother. Now, had he not turned his emotions off,  he might’ve tried to jump out the window to attack him, but as of for right now, as long as he just stared, ut wasn’t alarming him. “Why are you allowing the Radclyfees so close to where I live?” he wondered looking directly at Letha.

Her. Now there could be a lot of hers, she was no full to the fact that Oscar was a man that fell in love with many women. That he had gotten more kids than just the three they had produced. At this point, she didn’t dare trying to guess who he was referring too. She let out a soft sigh, and looked back at the door, almost as if she was able to see the person as well. But there were none, only the figment of Oscar’s own imagination. As his eyes started going to the window, she walked over and pulled the blinds, now that was something she could take care off. Narrowing it down, to only being things in the room. Hopefully whatever he had seen outside, wouldn’t follow them inside. “Oscar, there aren’t anyone here but me” she tried to reason with him, and started to walk over, hoping she would be able to gently lead him back into the bed. Radclyffees. So, he was seeing Melanie? “Just tell Melanie to go away and close your eyes” she whispered, hoping she was guessing right. No, actually, she was hoping it would be someone else. But it was always Melanie, wasn’t it?

She spoke to him again and he looked towards her. “No, I don’t want guests,” he said and tried to get up, though Letha tried to lead him back into bed, but he didn’t listen that much. Since Letha had stepped closer to him, he reached for her face with both of his hands. “Your eyes are enormous,” he said before he let go of her and would head towards the kitchen.

“We don’t have guests” she tried to tell him, but nothing she said seemed to be sticking. She let him take her face in his hands and looked into his eyes as he just stood there and looked at her. Her eyes blinked a little, when he told her that they were enormous. This was starting to get tedious. “Stop Oscar” she grabbed his arm and pulled him back, trying to, now a little more persistently to put him back into bed. “You are real annoying right now, stop behaving like a kid and get in bed” she told him, hoping she didn’t have to retort to use her powers on him.

Everything that came out of Letha’s mouth was being turned into random sentences and it might be just as confusing to him as it was to her. She grabbed his arm and he turned to look at their hands, almost like he had done down at the beach with Melanie, but this time, when he looked up, he was almost being forced back to the bed. Now, luckily for Letha, the bed didn’t look threatening, but he didn’t want to lay down. So, like anyone else would have done with telekinesis, he flipped the bed across the room.

Letha closed her eyes. It took everything she had, not to scream. She saw how the bed was flipped around and then across the room. That was it, she didn’t care anymore. She was done trying to do it the nice way, she was hurt, fed up and tired. The last couple of months, she had done nothing but to try to accommodate Oscar’s needs. Despite the fact she had nearly died because someone had felt the need to attack her in broad daylight. She hadn’t done anything to deserve this, she had picked him up when he had screamed at Killian to kill him. She had been there for him, when he had almost killed Zadkiel. A person that she had loved, and still loved so much. This was the thanks she got? Him going off to see Melanie, and now behaving like a kid, that didn’t want to do what he was told. Cut of his feeling, so he couldn’t care less about what she thought?
He hadn’t even needed do to that, because he clearly didn’t care. Served her right, didn’t it? All the bad things she had done. For all the anger, and sorrow she had brought down on people. This was what was her punishment. To love someone, that didn’t love her. Didn’t care for her but wouldn’t let her leave. It hurt, so much that tears sprung in her eyes. She turned around and with a decisive strike she hit Oscar in the head, after she had made sure to use her powers making him unable to stop her.

For a time, she just stood there and looked at the lifeless Oscar. Then she screamed. Heartbreakingly, tears running down her cheeks.

She walked over and picked up the bed, moved it back. Made it so it looked like nothing had happened in the room to begin with. Then she picked him up, placed him in the bed and made sure that he wouldn’t wake up until the rest of the toxins were out of his body.

His eyes opened once again. The room stood still, and it was quite in the room. No one was breathing or staring at him. He then got up, rather stiffly, not really acting upon how the headache he had, had moved. He looked up and noticed Letha sitting the same place as before. Now he didn’t care much for anything right now and therefore walked towards the door to get downstairs.

She looked towards the bed as he started to move again. In her anger, she had packed her things, they were standing in her bedroom. But when she had looked at it and been so close to just walk out the door, she had stopped. For a moment, just sat there and let the sadness overwhelm her again. Now there wasn’t really anything, she felt so numb by everything. Not because she had shut off her feelings. But because, she had no idea what she could do anymore.
He got up, even if she could see that his limps were still affected by the bite that Melanie had given him. “Where are you going?” she asked, her voice low and without much emotion in it. She didn’t stop him, if he wanted to go, he could.

He heard her, and this time her voice sounded clear to him. He looked over at her, the hazel eyes looking her up and down. “The kitchen,” he said, but moved over to her, staring quite blankly at her. “Do you want some?” he almost whispered and let his hand find her cheek, caressing it gently, taking her in, almost as if he hadn’t seen her before. He furrowed his brows shortly. “You need some,” he said almost determined before he grabbed her by the arm and started to pull her up from her seat and hopefully towards the kitchen.

She let out a soft sigh, as he walked over to her after telling her that he was going to the kitchen, asking her if she wanted some. She turned her head a little away as he reached his hand down to her cheek. Feeling his fingers glided over it gently, but it didn’t wake any happiness. Because she knew there wasn’t any emotions behind the touch. Much like how he looked at her, which didn’t sit right with her either. Then he took her by the arm and started pulling her along. And she let him, didn’t say much until they were in the room where he wanted to be. She pulled her arm back to herself and took a couple of steps away. “I found another place to live, I’ll move tonight” she said, matter-of-factly. Even if the first part was a lie. And it wasn't like she was expecting a big theatrical about it. He wouldn’t beg for her to stay or start to argue. Why should he, he had made the choice of locking his feelings away. It wasn’t a, I’m leaving you and never coming back. But she couldn’t stay here, not like this. Not like this.

They reached the kitchen, and he quickly found a bottle of his. He looked towards her as she spoke. He shook his head a little before he placed the bottle on the kitchen counter, almost like earlier. “Where to?” he wondered with his hand on the neck of the bottle. He placed his free hand on the plug and simply pulled it off. “Who wants you around?” Oscar would never say such things, unless he was going to do something that would let her know that he would want to keep her around. But right now, he didn’t.

She was just about ask him if it mattered, but she could see on him that it didn’t. She nodded, shaking her head a little letting out a laugh. Not that she found any of this funny, on the contrary it tore her apart. But what was she to do? She swallowed the spit that had formed on her tongue and closed her eyes. His words stung, they hurt so much. He could just as well had taken a knife and put in her heart. “No one apparently” she whispered, shaking her head. Then she walked out of the kitchen towards her bedroom. She didn’t dare to let herself cry; she couldn’t handle more cold remarks. His words returned to her, who he had looked at her like a monster. Telling her in not so many words, that the world had been better off if she had never been born. Now he just didn’t care at all anymore, one thing was not caring, shutting off emotions. But in the process, he had just decided not to act like he knew what it was like to be kind. It only shut off the emotions, didn’t take away the memories. So, if he had really cared for her to stay, he would not have spoken such words. To that conclusion, he hadn’t cared at all. She took the bag she had packed and walked downstairs again, proceeding to get her shoes and a jacket on, before she would walk out the door to her car.

Oscar nodded shortly as she responded. Kept his gaze at her. He followed every move until she walked out the door with her bag. He returned to what he had wanted to do; open the bottle and drink.

Now, every Addams knew that Aria visited everyone at one point or another, and today was the day where Aria had chosen to visit her father, hoping that there would be some kind of conversation. When she walked the last meters, he could see her mother walk out, quite upset clearly. Seemed like it was a perfect moment for Aria to drop by. She walked over to the car and with no warning, Aria hopped in on the passenger’s side. “Hi,” she said looking out the front window. “What did he say now?” she asked and looked towards her mother. It was very clear to Aria that she was upset. She knew her mother quite well, just not that much of the ‘newer’ version. “You know, I wouldn't mind giving him a punch or a hundred,”.

There was no way to describe the pain there was going through her body, as she had pushed the door shot behind her. She had left the keys to the house, everything that he had given her over the course of time they had spent together. Her hands ached, almost pulsated from the storm that whirled around in her body. You deserve it you heartless bitch, I wish I could kill you over and over, until you’ll beg for me just to end it forever. She was so occupied with what was going on in her mind, that she didn’t notice that Aria was nearby.
She crossed the street and threw the bag in the trunk of the car and sat down in the front seat. As she pushed the keys in the ignition. She realised that she had no were to go, that he was right. No one wanted her around. A soft scream left her as tears started running down her cheeks. Then the door opened, making her lips fold together, and she looked towards her only daughter. “Hi” she whispered a little confused and dried away her tears with the back of her hand. “Nothing” she said with a small smile, or he had, but nothing that should have caused this emotion in her. At least not many would understand why.
She shook her head and chuckled feeling how tears kept running. “He turned off his emotions after he met with Melanie, I’m pretty sure he bit her and she him” she explained giving her a soft smile “You can go in if you want, I don’t think he is much fun company, but you know, beats having to look at your pitiful mother” she tried to lighten the mood, not that it helped when it felt like your entire being was being crushed.

Aria listened. He hadn’t said a thing. Aria truly didn’t believe that the way she acted. He turned off his emotions. Aria’s eyes widened. Her mother elaborated that they probably both had bitten each other. Well, she wouldn’t have expected anything less of an emotionless father. She furrowed her brows as she called herself pitiful. She shook her head. “Okay, no stop that. You got the fucking top hat here, mum,” she said and turned towards her in the seat. “Ace told me that you remember things now,” she said. “Maybe, instead of screaming and crying you should practice singing,” she said and removed a strand of hair from her mother’s face. “Now… While you try to administer that, I’ll keep him company so he won’t end up in a spree… Getting his own kingdom again or starting a war with Killian or something,” she said, almost as if she was used to it. She swayed her hand a little while telling it. “Get back into the game,” she said and winked at her mother, “You’re needed,” said and leaned in to give her mother a kiss on the cheek. Yeah, dangerous move, unless she wanted her neck cracked, but it truly seemed like her mother was a whole other being.

She then got out of the car and walked straight into the house, calling her fathers nickname. It took less than a minute before Aria was thrown out of a window. Aria had a lot of bruises, bitemarks and cuts, but even though she had that, she got up from the ground and ran inside again. She could go on, on repeat.

At first, she didn’t really understand what Aria meant. But as the dots started to connect, she understood, the problem was just that. Did she want to continue? She had no idea what she was going to do now, but she just sat there. A soft smile, however, started gliding over her lips as her daughter pushed some of her hair away. Letha closed her eyes, as she placed a soft kiss against her cheek. She wanted to pull her back and give her a hug, but before she could she was already out of the car.
For a moment she sat there, just thinking, but then she heard the crash and looked towards Aria that had been thrown out of the window. She blinked, no, no!
Funny, how she had no problems with him behaving around her like that. He could do what he wanted with her, and she would leave without trying to give him back. But not her daughter, fucking bastard. She got out of the car, slammed the door and before Aria could do much else, she used her speed to get in front of her, as she tried to grab Oscar by the neck and threw him against the nearest wall. “You do not treat my daughter like that! You, pathetic bastard!” she screamed at him, angry tears glided down her cheeks. “Turn them on! Turn your god damn feelings back on you coward!”

Aria saw how her mother got out, but the way she looked didn’t seem like she was going to face Oscar like she had told her to. She wasn’t going to be hugging him and sing to him. Shit. “No,” she said almost without volume as her mother stormed in. Aria followed with same speed inside. She got shivers by how her mother was talking to Oscar. “Mum,” she mumbled and approached them rather slowly. Everything was already gone. Aria looked fine. She was about to tell her, that it wouldn’t work, but before she could say anything, Oscar pulled a wicked smile. “Since you ask so nicely,” he said and closed his eyes.
“Mum, put him down,” her voice was a little shaky and very hush.
Oscar opened his eyes. They had a shine to them, and a sad face was all over. “Letha,” he said with a shaky voice, tears building up in his eyes.
“Don’t tr-” Aria’s neck was snapped with his telekinesis, but he kept his eyes on what was in front of him.
A wicked smile was then formed on his face. A façade. A mask. “As if your begging is going to help,” he told her. “She’s used to so much worse,” he mumbled. “I’ll leave the both of you be,” he said and grabbed onto her wrist, his grip around it turning more and more tight, aiming to break her bones in her forearm.

She didn’t do as Aria told her to, it wasn’t even because she held Oscar that tight, she wasn’t out to hurt him. But this, this was almost unforgivable. Her eyes blinked for a moment as he closed her eyes, she could see the acting behind it. She wouldn’t be able to explain why she knew, but she knew. “No!” she cried, trying to stop him. But she heard how Aria’s neck snapped and looked back at her lifeless daughter. Now, it wouldn’t kill her, but every time it took a toll on you. She turned around, saw how the wicked smile had glided over his lips.
The snap could be heard as he managed to break the bones in one of her arms. But the other had got out of the grip, and she placed her arm around his neck, holding him close. Holding back the pain as much as she was able too.
Placing her head against the side of his head, she started humming. She didn’t care if he tried to pull her away. How many bones he was breaking in the process. Expecting that he would try to snap her neck, she pulled the blood around her neck hardening it to make sure it wouldn’t be possible, she would bring him back, no matter what.