it." Wendy hoped her intuition wouldn't fail her.
She had a feeling that Darcy would change his outlook on Anya if given time to the new look. "He's going to hate it," was her reply before they both heard the door opening. Anya now looked panicked as she stood up and straightened her clothes and put on an impressive passive face.
"Anya? Can you-" Darcy's voice died out as he walked into the room. His eyes trained solely on Anya.
She played it cool though. "Can I…?" She gestured for him to continue. Wendy quietly stepped back since it looked like Darcy was getting more agitated by the minute.
"What did you do to your hair?" His voice was low but Wendy gulped as she heard the simmering anger laced behind it.
Suddenly Vincent was by her side. "Stand behind me," he instructed, making Wendy's fear grow. She felt extremely guilty for suggesting it and now Anya was paying for it. However, when she peeked out from behind to look at the woman, she was surprised to see no fear or regret on her face. In fact, she looked a little spiteful!
"Do you like it? I think it's a much needed change." Her voice was even and sounded so sure. If it wasn't for the ever slight shake in her voice, Wendy wouldn't have seen the anger within her as well.
"I want it changed back!" he yelled out, losing his cool.
Anya squared her shoulders and stuck out her chin defiantly. "No. I like the new look, so I'm keeping it!"
Wendy watched with trepidation as Darcy shook with seething rage. "You are going to change it back and that's final!"
Wendy gasped to herself when Anya had the gall to smirk and walk closer to him. "Why? So I can go back to looking like your dead daughter?!" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, he slapped her. Wendy could tell he was holding back but only just. Being the mouse she was, Wendy cowered further in Vincent's back, hating the violence. She vowed to never give her opinion again if this was the result.
"Please help her," she asked Vincent in a small voice.
He tried to soothe her by wrapping his arm around her but still blocking her from harm's way. "I will step in if it gets too out of hand. You don't see it but Darcy is restraining himself quite a bit." His voice was quick, smooth, and quiet enough to only reach her ears.
She shook her head. "But he hit her!" she hissed, knowing full well Darcy could probably hear her, yet he was otherwise preoccupied.
"Yes he did. I will reprimand him for it later, but right now they both need this."
Wendy couldn't understand but stayed silent anyway if only to be sure Anya wouldn't be further hurt.
"I will not be a replacement any longer! My name is Anya, not Olivia. I am completely different from her. I have no blood ties to you! Stop looking at me as your daughter when I'm not! Until you can see that, I'm going to go on hiatus. I already have a bag packed."
Once again Anya managed to stun Darcy. He stood there with an open mouth. "B-But, you can't just leave!" he sputtered.
Anya jutted out her chin and flounced around him to the door where a small carry-on bag lay, and picked it up. "I can and I am!" With those parting words she opened the door and slammed it shut behind her.
It was quiet for a few moments before Darcy let out an angry roar. Wendy cringed into Vincent's back. "Darcy, calm down," Vincent instructed, making Darcy look at him in anger.
"No! I-"
Vincent cut him off by yelling at him. "Calm down now!" Wendy was shocked to see Darcy breathed out a breath before plopping himself onto a chair.
"Using the sire bond isn't fair, brother," he muttered before placing his face in his hands. "She can't just leave me." His voice sounded far away to Wendy, making her step out behind Vincent and want to say something. Vincent placed a cautionary hand on her upper arm.
"She did, because you used her. She's in love with you, and yet you look at her like you do just because she resembles your daughter. Which is why she changed her look. Maybe you should re-evaluate your
She had a feeling that Darcy would change his outlook on Anya if given time to the new look. "He's going to hate it," was her reply before they both heard the door opening. Anya now looked panicked as she stood up and straightened her clothes and put on an impressive passive face.
"Anya? Can you-" Darcy's voice died out as he walked into the room. His eyes trained solely on Anya.
She played it cool though. "Can I…?" She gestured for him to continue. Wendy quietly stepped back since it looked like Darcy was getting more agitated by the minute.
"What did you do to your hair?" His voice was low but Wendy gulped as she heard the simmering anger laced behind it.
Suddenly Vincent was by her side. "Stand behind me," he instructed, making Wendy's fear grow. She felt extremely guilty for suggesting it and now Anya was paying for it. However, when she peeked out from behind to look at the woman, she was surprised to see no fear or regret on her face. In fact, she looked a little spiteful!
"Do you like it? I think it's a much needed change." Her voice was even and sounded so sure. If it wasn't for the ever slight shake in her voice, Wendy wouldn't have seen the anger within her as well.
"I want it changed back!" he yelled out, losing his cool.
Anya squared her shoulders and stuck out her chin defiantly. "No. I like the new look, so I'm keeping it!"
Wendy watched with trepidation as Darcy shook with seething rage. "You are going to change it back and that's final!"
Wendy gasped to herself when Anya had the gall to smirk and walk closer to him. "Why? So I can go back to looking like your dead daughter?!" As soon as the words were out of her mouth, he slapped her. Wendy could tell he was holding back but only just. Being the mouse she was, Wendy cowered further in Vincent's back, hating the violence. She vowed to never give her opinion again if this was the result.
"Please help her," she asked Vincent in a small voice.
He tried to soothe her by wrapping his arm around her but still blocking her from harm's way. "I will step in if it gets too out of hand. You don't see it but Darcy is restraining himself quite a bit." His voice was quick, smooth, and quiet enough to only reach her ears.
She shook her head. "But he hit her!" she hissed, knowing full well Darcy could probably hear her, yet he was otherwise preoccupied.
"Yes he did. I will reprimand him for it later, but right now they both need this."
Wendy couldn't understand but stayed silent anyway if only to be sure Anya wouldn't be further hurt.
"I will not be a replacement any longer! My name is Anya, not Olivia. I am completely different from her. I have no blood ties to you! Stop looking at me as your daughter when I'm not! Until you can see that, I'm going to go on hiatus. I already have a bag packed."
Once again Anya managed to stun Darcy. He stood there with an open mouth. "B-But, you can't just leave!" he sputtered.
Anya jutted out her chin and flounced around him to the door where a small carry-on bag lay, and picked it up. "I can and I am!" With those parting words she opened the door and slammed it shut behind her.
It was quiet for a few moments before Darcy let out an angry roar. Wendy cringed into Vincent's back. "Darcy, calm down," Vincent instructed, making Darcy look at him in anger.
"No! I-"
Vincent cut him off by yelling at him. "Calm down now!" Wendy was shocked to see Darcy breathed out a breath before plopping himself onto a chair.
"Using the sire bond isn't fair, brother," he muttered before placing his face in his hands. "She can't just leave me." His voice sounded far away to Wendy, making her step out behind Vincent and want to say something. Vincent placed a cautionary hand on her upper arm.
"She did, because you used her. She's in love with you, and yet you look at her like you do just because she resembles your daughter. Which is why she changed her look. Maybe you should re-evaluate your
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