Status: Here's another oldie I'm reposting to Mibba. I found this on my old Quizilla account. I believe it was the first original story I posted to the internet. Probably written in 2006/2007
Ineffable Plan
Thirty-Seven
"In a park. In New York." Justine snickered quietly as the words New York tumbled out of his mouth sounding heavy and unfamiliar on his tongue. "It was at a 'fair.' Is that what you call it? He saw you there and immediately knew that you were meant for him. He spoke to you that day and the two of you spent the evening together. At the end of the night, he took you home." The monster took a moment to search Justines face for any sign of recognition. "He must have bitten you after. Bitten you to make you forget. It wasn't thetice last time he'd done that was it, Justine?"
She didn't respond and he shrugged it off. "Never the less, whether you remember it or not, it happened. I know this because the second he spoke those first words to you my Seers, the Seers of the future, got their first premonition in sixteen years. Aaron was to finish what his uncle started and succeed because the blood in you makes him stronger."
"But then you're too late." Justine's head popped up and she tried to straighten up in her seat. Whatever poison was in those vines was taking its effect.
"What do you mean?"
"Aaron already has my blood in him. Lots of it, actually. So, you can let me go now. It's too late. You lose."
His laughter echoed off the walls of the hall. "Silly little girl. You haven't been listening, have you? Why do you assume that it would be better for you if Aaron won, anyway? Won't you consider that our victory could be beneficial to you? Especially when considering the fact that you're beloved Aaron has to kill you to defeat us."
"What do you mean?"
"Aaron needs all your blood. That's the only way he'll ever be strong enough to defeat us. Don't you see it now? What I've been saying all along?"
"He wouldn't do that," Justine whispered quietly. "Aaron loves me. He wouldn't kill me just to do defeat you. Why would it matter to him? You and this Coven don't even have any power. You aren't a real threat. You said it yourself. His grandfather ended your reign. His uncle almost destroyed your entire race. You have nothing left."
"Do you know what a paradox is, Justine?" The monster asked calmly. "You're not talking to me now?” He asked when she didn’t respond. “ I'll explain anyway. What we have here is a paradox; circular reasoning; a vicious cycle, if you will. Let's say you're right about Aaron. He loves you. Then won't he try to save you? The only way to save you is to kill us. The only way to kill us is to kill you. Do you see the problem?"
Justine remained silent and so he continued. "Either way you lose. If Aaron comes to save you one of two things happens: One, he kills you to defeat us. Two, he doesn't drink your blood and so he gets killed and then we kill you. In the end, you die either way. We are your only redemption."
"And if he doesn't come?" Justine asked grimly.
"Then you can either you join us and live or resist and die. Like I said before you have a decision to make. Maybe the choice you made before was too rash? Do you care to change your answer?"
"No-"
"Don't think about the Coven. Don't think about Aaron. Think only of yourself. This is your last chance Justine. Please, choose wisely."
"No dice."
She didn't respond and he shrugged it off. "Never the less, whether you remember it or not, it happened. I know this because the second he spoke those first words to you my Seers, the Seers of the future, got their first premonition in sixteen years. Aaron was to finish what his uncle started and succeed because the blood in you makes him stronger."
"But then you're too late." Justine's head popped up and she tried to straighten up in her seat. Whatever poison was in those vines was taking its effect.
"What do you mean?"
"Aaron already has my blood in him. Lots of it, actually. So, you can let me go now. It's too late. You lose."
His laughter echoed off the walls of the hall. "Silly little girl. You haven't been listening, have you? Why do you assume that it would be better for you if Aaron won, anyway? Won't you consider that our victory could be beneficial to you? Especially when considering the fact that you're beloved Aaron has to kill you to defeat us."
"What do you mean?"
"Aaron needs all your blood. That's the only way he'll ever be strong enough to defeat us. Don't you see it now? What I've been saying all along?"
"He wouldn't do that," Justine whispered quietly. "Aaron loves me. He wouldn't kill me just to do defeat you. Why would it matter to him? You and this Coven don't even have any power. You aren't a real threat. You said it yourself. His grandfather ended your reign. His uncle almost destroyed your entire race. You have nothing left."
"Do you know what a paradox is, Justine?" The monster asked calmly. "You're not talking to me now?” He asked when she didn’t respond. “ I'll explain anyway. What we have here is a paradox; circular reasoning; a vicious cycle, if you will. Let's say you're right about Aaron. He loves you. Then won't he try to save you? The only way to save you is to kill us. The only way to kill us is to kill you. Do you see the problem?"
Justine remained silent and so he continued. "Either way you lose. If Aaron comes to save you one of two things happens: One, he kills you to defeat us. Two, he doesn't drink your blood and so he gets killed and then we kill you. In the end, you die either way. We are your only redemption."
"And if he doesn't come?" Justine asked grimly.
"Then you can either you join us and live or resist and die. Like I said before you have a decision to make. Maybe the choice you made before was too rash? Do you care to change your answer?"
"No-"
"Don't think about the Coven. Don't think about Aaron. Think only of yourself. This is your last chance Justine. Please, choose wisely."
"No dice."