[Worm]

Though Elizabeth had left the vendors, she knew when the apple was retrieved. She surged with warmth the moment that Rosamund picked up her apple. She could hear the crisp crunch of her bite. Elizabeth licked her lips, a smile breeding on her face. Though she wanted to watch Rosamund drop to the ground, she had to return to the safety of her home. The light was draining her life force. Even though she was an elder, she still hadn't the ability to withstand sunlight for very long. The light felt like a tunnel of pain snaking towards her. She wiped her forehead, though no sweat was there, it still sizzled and steamed with her touch. The effects of the apple wouldn't actualize for a few hours. So she had time to return home until dusk. Under the veil of sunlight, she was unable to fly. Instead of using supernatural abilities to return, she walked. It was a rather long one too, the rhythmic sound of her shoes against cobblestone kept her focused on the prize. Emily's eyes stung at the back of her head.

When she approached the hill leading towards her manor, she could already tell that something had changed. Her nostrils flared, eyes scanning the area. The hairs on her neck rose, and her fangs protruded instinctually. Someone was in her home. She flocked towards her wolf den, tucked in the dense forest around her mansion. The wolves greeted her like a mother, lapping at her hands and jumping onto her chest. She moved like ice would, crackling through the space. Though she was sheltered from the sunlight now, she had no idea who was wandering around in her domain. Deep underground, beneath the den, there was a door. She placed her hand on it, a purple glow bled around the edges of the door, and it opened.

Inside was her study, which was technically in the basement of her mansion alongside William's original prison. Though now, it was just an open room, with a red stain in the center of the floor. The study was across from this room, and was intentionally sealed with magic. From where she was standing, she could hear the sound of footsteps from the top floor. Hopefully, it was only a curious child or an easy target. Though Elizabeth might argue that all humans were easy targets. "Here kitty kitty." She whispered, a sadistic smile looming on her face.