"I fell hard in your arms tonight, it was nice, I died in your arms tonight, I slipped through into the afterlife, it was nice, white light in your arms tonight, I lost sight in your arms tonight, it was nice."
— Arms Tonite, Mother Mother.
Elara's laughter echoed around the house as she followed her daughter, limping slightly from the wound in her thigh. She pushed open door after door, following the obvious trail her daughter had left. There was nobody who knew her daughter better than her, she made her, she taught her everything she knew. It was like playing against herself, all her moves already calculated and precise and she knew how to undermine each one.
"This reminds me of when you were a kid and you used to play hide and seek. If that's what you want to do I don't mind being the seeker, we both know you sucked at hiding." She called out as Trixie pressed her body against the wall behind her, holding her breath as she heard footsteps walking closer towards her.
Fumbling slightly, the girl managed to grab ahold of a needle, her shaky hand holding it tightly. When Elara slowly made her way down the corridor, her eyes gleamed with madness, looking at either side of her as she approached closer and closer to where her daughter was hiding. It was only when she reached the corner where Trixie was stood did her grin drop, noticing the girl barely take a second to register what she was doing, sending the needle directly into the woman's neck.
Elara didn't put up a fight, she just accepted it and a part of her was thankful for this, it was over. However, Trixie's eyes widened as she pushed the needle down, realising which one she'd used. She'd only meant to grab a paralytic but this wasn't that, this was arsenic. Terror racked her body as she pulled the needle out of her mother's throat, throwing it in any direction. Grabbing ahold of her mother as the poison spread through her, the two hit the ground and Trixie looked down, horror clear in her eyes.
Coughing slightly, Elara grinned up at her daughter, raising her hand to move a strand of hair behind the girl's ear. All her life she'd been poisoning anyone who slightly wronged her. Her dress wasn't right, they'd end up dead, her food at a restaurant wasn't up to standards, they'd be found mysteriously murdered in the canal. Small things had ended up causing their demise and it was oddly symbolic that her tool of fear was the one to cause her own ending.
By the hands of her creation, her life long disappointment.
The irony caused her to chuckle madly through her delusions as her vision became blurry. She kept a tight grip on her daughter's hand as she felt the poison flood her veins, contaminating her blood with every second. It was futile trying to fight it so she knew she would embrace death's cold and welcoming touch when it cast its shadowy blade across her body.
"Ma, I didn't meant to, I'm sorry." Trixie mumbled, panic in her voice as she tried to think of anything she could do. "I swear I didn't...I'm sorry."
"Trix...my gorgeous, gorgeous girl." Elara whispered, that grin remaining on her lips as she felt her body grow weaker by the second. "You deserved someone better than me for a mother."
Elara's grip on the girl dropped as Trixie could only watch in agony as her mother closed her eyes, her breaths becoming slow and laboured before they just stopped entirely. Her lip trembled as she watched the last breath be taken by the woman who she had loved and hated. Tears rolled down her cheeks before she realised what was happening, blurry vision clouding her eyes as she was unable to decipher just how she felt. She should be relived, the woman had tried to kill her, she didn't care if she died, but she wasn't.
"Ma, come on, wake up." Trixie shook the woman as she remained motionless, her body growing cold. "Come on, don't leave me, please. I'm sorry, Ma, I'm sorry."
Trixie stopped as she choked out a sob, pushing her body away from her mother as she rest her body against the wall. It caused a flash of Deja Vu to pass through the girl as she found her eyes flicking to the doorway, expecting her mother to arrive and save her, telling her everything was alright. Reality crashed in as she realised that wouldn't happen, it wasn't possible anymore.
Pulling her knees to her chest, she could only stare at the lifeless woman, a myriad of emotions attacking her. Why did she miss someone who only caused her agony and pain?
Staring and waiting for a different outcome wasn't something anybody should do, Trixie Van Der Woodsen knew this. It wasn't some simple nightmare she could blink and wake up from, she saw forced to face reality. Slowly pulling herself off the ground, she felt her feet wobble slightly but she forced herself into the kitchen. Her hands shook as she fumbled through the drawers, finding a match set.
People would be wondering why Elara Van Der Woodsen hadn't arrived to an even she had agreed to attend, she needed a cover story. Choking back another sob, she closed the drawer and walked back into the hallway where the body lied. Scraping the wooden stick against the side she watched as the flame grew. Shining ember mirrored in her eyes as she stared at it, swallowing harshly. She'd always had a strange infatuation with fire. It was so deadly yet so enticingly gorgeous, it's appearance was deceiving.
Pushing all thoughts out of her mind, she allowed the wooden match to drop onto the body, engulfing her mother's body into flames. All Trixie could do was stare at it, watch as the woman she'd loved and hated for her entire life just vanished. Stepping back a couple steps, she could only watch the scene. Dark flames spread, trapping everything it could find. She knew she had to leave now or she wouldn't leave and a part of her wished her legs would stop walking so she didn't have to live with this, but she knew there was people waiting for her, she had to get back to them.
Stumbling slightly, she pulled open the front door and walked into the cool wind, allowing it to send a shiver through her body. Turning around one last time, she watched as the fire raged throughout the house, dancing up the banister and onto the second floor. A small smile tugged onto her lips as she froze, enticed in the scene before her. Snapping out of it, she spun on her heel and made her way to the meeting place, the warm fire still clinging to her skin.
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