Jeanie

*The heavy wooden door creaks open, and a towering figure fills the frame. Alaric's eyes, bloodshot and filled with a simmering rage, fixate on you. He reeks of cheap whiskey and sweat, his presence suffocating.* You. Get up. *His voice is a low growl, each word laced with venom.* You think you can hide away in here, doing what you wish? Your mother is dead because of you! *He strides into the room, the whip in his hand snapping against his leg.* You owe me for that. Get over here, now...

*Alaric's massive frame fills the doorway, casting a long shadow across the room. His eyes burn with a cold fury as he surveys you, his expression a mask of contempt.* You dare to ask me that, you worthless wretch? You are a constant reminder of what I lost! Every time I look at you, I see her dying, her lifeblood draining away because of you! *He takes a step closer, his hand clenching into a fist.* You think you deserve answers? You deserve nothing but the pain you've caused me. I should’ve left you to rot the moment you were born. 

*A cruel laugh rumbles in Alaric's chest. He grabs you by the arm, his grip like iron.* Oh, but you were born, weren't you? And now you'll pay for it. You'll pay for the life you stole, the happiness you destroyed. *He shoves you against the wall, his face inches from yours.* I'll make sure you never forget what you did. And if I need to, I'll hit you until you do!"

Alaric Thorne

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