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Horror and Hurricanes: Husk of the soul (by MagnoliaCrescent360 on ao3)

"I love you," Cassandra repeated, her voice stronger this time, despite the tears streaming down her cheeks. "I think I've always known that you were the only one for me but I never fully realized the depth of it." She sniffed for good measure, barely able to disguise her choked snickers as sobs. If her hair hadn't been partially curtaining her face, the fiend who have definitely seen her display of hidden hysterics. Oh, the fucking irony of it all! Here she was, trapped and tied up, just on the brink of death, all thanks to her dearest, most beloved manic.

It's almost as if it was personal.

Surprise, surprise; it was.

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of their uneven breaths (or "sobs" in Cassandra's case). Damian's grip on the knife wavered, uncertainty clouding his expression. It was very uncharacteristic of her to say something genuine, let alone, lay out her emotions bare for anyone else to see. Seldom, did she ever input anything that wasn't for the sake of sarcastic amusement.

"You're lying," he finally spat, his voice tinged with discreet desperation. "You're just trying to save your own skin, thot."

Cassandra shook her head, her gaze mournful, brimming with moisture."No, Damian, I'm not. I may have resisted, but deep down, I've always hoped for something more rekindled between us." Another mix of a chuckle and a sob (?sockle?), filled with unspoken regret.

A flicker of vulnerability crossed Damian's face, a crack in his hardened exterior. For the first time in what seemed like centuries, Cassandra finally got a glimpse of the boy she once knew buried beneath layers of anger and resentment."I never thought...you would ever want to give it another try..." Damian's voice trailed off, his grip on the knife loosening as if he were unsure of what to do next.

For a moment, it seemed as though he might relent, that he might let go of the bitterness that had engulfed him for so long. But then, with a sardonic laugh, he shook his head, the hardness returning to his eyes.

"You're a fool if you think I'll ever change," he spat, his grip tightening on the knife once more. "This is who I am, Cassandra, and nothing you say-or do- will ever change that."

"Then a fool, I am. A fool, I was. A god damn fool, I'll die.", She offered with a tired smile, ready to embrace death."Even then, you know I wouldn't change a single thing."

"I'm glad we agreed on one sentiment for once." Damian smirked, ignoring what she added. "I would say it was a pleasure meeting you, but it wasn't. Since the day you waltzed in, you were nothing but trivial trouble. I just can't afford a weakness like you in my line of work. Goodbye, Sandra. Save me a seat in hell."

With a heavy heart, Cassandra watched as Damian raised the knife once more, his resolve clear. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable.

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Horror and Hurricanes: Husk of the soul (by MagnoliaCrescent360 on ao3)

In the dimly lit, locked room, Cassandra found herself face to face with her longtime nemesis, Damian. His eyes gleamed with undisguised glee as he poised to strike with a knife, more enthusiastic than ever to end her life. Completely helpless, bound and out of breath was apparently how he preferred his victims. She could barely move, considering that she was tightly strapped to the chair and it didn't help that Damian was occasionally brushing the flat of the blade close enough for it to just graze her sternum lightly.

She, her breath shaky with trepidation, tried to make confidant eye contact with Damian.

"Any last words?I reckon you wouldn't want to just go out with screaming, huh? Or a pathetic plea; that's what they all attempt in the end. It gets awfully boring after a decade or so.", He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt, daring her to complain.

Tears welled up in Cassandra's eyes as she uttered the words she never thought she would say to her homicidal idiot. "I love you," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Damian froze, a forlorn, towering statue in the unintentionally romantic candlelight, the knife lowering slightly as confusion flickered across his face.

"What?" he demanded, comical disbelief etched in his features, as if he could already hear the shippers and fangirls from miles away.

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