Lucie in the West Wing
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A/N: A dedication: to a faithful fan of my lost work, "Doubts and Dangers". You know who you are. So sorry for the long wait. Enjoy.
They'd always told her never to go near this place. But, then, that was before…before everything.
A baby. A new baby. They were having a new baby. They didn't care about her anymore, and since they didn't care, she didn't care.
Lucie sniffed, raising the cuff and sleeve of her dress to rub furiously at her nose and then her eyes in defiance of the tears that'd started to again stain her cheeks.
Why? Why couldn't they be happy with her? Just her? Why couldn't they just love her? Was that too much to ask?
Apparently, it was, because if they did love her they wouldn't be having this new baby.
"Well if they don't love me anymore and want a new baby then let them!" The little brunette cried; her sapphire eyes flashing as she looked to the door in front of her once more.
The monster's head for a door knob growled angrily at her, daring her to reach out and open its doors.
Lucie growled back.
The rule had been simple, never go near the West Wing. And she had accepted it all her young life, until now.
Reaching out, and grabbing the gargoyle's head, she yanked, hard.
The door gave way without protest, only a seven-year-old coat of dust becoming airborne evidence of her deed.
And with only one glance over her shoulder, Lucie disappeared behind the door…
And into a massacre.
Up-turned tables, chairs, and tapestries, all marred, broken and torn, a wooden and woven sea of destruction. And just there, on the walls, mirrors all smashed to bits and hanging at awkward angles by their back wires. And portraits too, all, clawed?
"Weird," Lucie mused, treading on carefully placed feet as she made her way to the more or less center of the room.
Why had her parents not wanted her in this room? What, besides pieces of broken furniture, did this place hold?
"Memories," a voice answered.
A/N: A slow start, but it will pick up. Just hoping this idea is original enough, as I haven't flexed my writing wings in this fandom for some time.