playing house [misha]

[eleanor caroline caruso]

seduce and destroy

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Eleanor would not deny that her life had shifted monumentally in the moment she had cradled this darling baby of Bastian’s. Now this darling baby of hers, too. The importance of everything had pivoted, fading to the background as this little child, this sweet, innocent baby girl, became the singular most important thing in the vampire’s life.

She had hoped to raise Sancia with Bastian at her side, finally fulfilling her dreams of being a mother and having a family of her own. But Marianna, meddlesome and undeserving as she was, had ripped that from them. It left Eleanor alone with her daughter, now. To love and cherish her as Bastian would have. To make sure that his legacy would live on. But, Eleanor knew, she was going to be vastly overwhelmed. When was the last time she had looked after human needs? She knew that she could be more than a perfect mother, but in losing Bastian, she had lost the one bit of help she truly needed more than ever now.

The vampire’s obligations were stacking high, and she knew she would not be able to put them off forever. She had been vague about her absences of late. She was newly married, she explained, and wanted to have a few peaceful moments of wedded bliss. No one had seemed to question it, despite it being her latest in a string of marriages dating back several centuries. But Death, she knew, would not wait forever. And while she was still a loyal, devout servant to the entity, Sancia’s presence in her life had sharply veered the path Eleanor was on.

And, though she was never going to admit it, it made her reevaluate this future she had worked so hard to bring about. Would her daughter be secure in this? With Eleanor’s own protection, maybe. Certainly with both her and Bastian together…but now matters were not that simple. And Marianna’s claim, as much as Eleanor had drawn her line in the sand about her own opinions about the matter, still had some merit. A sliver, but it was more than nothing.

Sancia needed someone else to love and protect her as much as Eleanor did. As much as Bastian did. There were few that had such a high level of trust placed in them, and even fewer that Eleanor trusted with her little secret.

So Eleanor chose Misha. Not necessarily because her step-child was the most trustworthy or loyal - they did, after all, work very closely with Ivan Alucard - but because she had turned Misha herself, and knew that she could use the bond between Maker and Made to ensure his silence on the matter.

She had summoned him to her estate that evening, and she was feeding Sancia as they arrived. The little angel was growing quickly, and while there were still a few hiccups along the way, mother and daughter had taken to each other swiftly. Eleanor cooed and crooned at her baby as she reached for her wand to let Misha inside. Looking up at her coven member, she beamed. It was a transcendent thing of beauty, that smile. Full of a mother’s love, of the happiness she had craved for nearly three and a half centuries.

“You are to keep this secret,” she warned in a whisper, “not a soul outside this very room is to hear even the slightest of hints about her.” Already, the ferocity of her love was mounting, and the threat hung with the promise of a swift, lethal punishment. “Sancia Caruso,” she continued softly, the trace of violence gone from her face and voice. “Bastian’s daughter. And, I suppose, your step-sister.”

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MADE BY MIZO

[misha arden nichols]

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Being called to Eleanor's estate for something mysterious was a new thing for Misha.

They had been there plenty of times, sure, but most every other time they knew exactly what he was getting into. Eleanor had a task for him, or something of the like. Even if Misha didn't know exactly what they would be doing, he at least knew generally what would be asked of him.

This mysterious summons, to come to the estate with no other information, was unlike his former stepmother. She had been oddly absent as of late; perhaps that had something to do with it. Eleanor had just married and wanted a bit of marital bliss before returning to her obligations, according to the vampiress herself, but Misha didn't buy it.

Misha apparated to Eleanor's estate the night she had asked him to, arriving just a few minutes past the hour. Late, though not egregiously so. That was Misha's sweet spot. After that, it was a simple matter of following the building warmth of his bond with Eleanor to find his sire. 

"You are to keep this secret. Not a soul outside this very room is to hear even the slightest of hints about her. Sancia Caruso. Bastian’s daughter. And, I suppose, your step-sister."

Misha had no doubt Eleanor meant every word she spoke and every threat she didn't. His ex-stepmother was a formidable force, even for someone not under her thumb. And, though the younger vampire was loath to admit it, Eleanor would always have him there. When it came down to it, if one day they may find themselves at odds, he knew they would scarcely be able to deny her whatever she wanted. The prospect scared Misha, but they were nothing if not one to ignore the future and live in the now. He had decided long ago not to ponder it too much. 

Still, there was no need for any of the force Eleanor was placing on their bond, intended or otherwise. Eleanor was the only semblance of family Misha had anymore, and despite their history, he had grown to care for her over the decades. Even more, as he peered over the bundle of blankets, taking in the dark-haired babe that Eleanor cradled, they knew he'd do whatever Eleanor asked of him to protect this one. How Eleanor had come into possession of this child, Misha had no idea, but Sancia was an innocent in all this. She needed to be kept safe, and they would play whatever part in that the girl's mother decided. What could they say? He had a soft-spot for children.

"She's... small?" Misha wasn't entirely sure. They had been around kids before, sure, but they were usually larger, at least able to sit up on their own. He couldn't decide if Sancia was small for her age or if they just had no concept of how children grew. "Though, I suppose she's supposed to be. What do you need of me?"

eleanor caroline caruso ● 497 words ● n/a

MISHA ARDEN
Nichols★

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