A/N: so everyone I got this little idea a five weeks ago and it won't let me be so I have decided that I will write it. But I need to warn you that you will not find any of Kentaro Yabuki-sensei's characters in this fic, but it still Black Cat related. How come? That is simple, I think we all know that both the manga and the anime tel us so little about the characters pasts. The ones who have read my intro-fic 'Blood dyed memories' they know that I have let Creed have a weary rich family who live in France and well this fic tells the story about 'Lady Dominique Véréne Diskense' one of Creed's famel ancestors who he resembles the most in looks. This is her story, about her live, her love, her obsession and her tragedy…

Disclaimer: Black Cat isn't mine, but I hope that this story is…

P.S.: the titles will be flower names and in the end I will tell you what the flower means. I do that because Dominique was a weary interesting kind of person and flowers meant weary much to her because of they meaning. Oh and the flower names will be in France and some words also…and sorry if some things confuse you, but I'm looking the words up on the net because my vocabulary in this language covers only 8 words…

I. Prologue/Rose

France 1860. Jealuen, April the 28th.

The sun was slowly waking up on the horizon, wrapping the land in his soft golden light awaking the sleeping and drew away the night. A soft breeze followed the golden rays of live through one of the opened gigantic window of the castle, playing a little bit with the crimson curtains before entering the room deeper.

The room was richly decorated, pearl white walls with golden and silver motives of roses and irises, on the celling was the painted image of a Chinese dragon, the symbol of wisdom. On the west wall hung a gigantic wall carpet shoving a beautiful forest and a lake where a young maiden sits in her right hand a red rose with the other she was stroking the face of one unicorn, by her feet laid a chimera like creature and many other animals and flowers surrounded her. On the other side of the carpet sat a young knight in silver colored armor on a black horse, a gigantic dragon in front of him. In the background, but still in the middle of the picture stood a majestic looking castle, which separated the two scenes on the carpet and the two daytimes, where the maiden sat was it day and the sun shone brightly, by the knight was it night the full moon and the stars lighting him his way against the beast. By the north wall stood many selves with tick books on them and one closet for the clothing. A bit nearer to the wall which was only covered by gigantic windows, and the door which lead outside on the balcony stood a richly carved ebony black desk. On the walls were also a five paintings about the landscape which could be seen from the window and of places you could only see in your dreams. In front of one of the windows stood a black piano, a candle holder placed on it. In the middle of the room stood a little round table with three plush chairs placed around it, in the middle of the table stood a little Ming vase with fresh roses in it.

The wind flew through the room as if he would be one ancient ghost which walks through this room every night when the old clock in the left corner of the room hit midnight. It flew to the king sized bed, through the deep violet curtains drawn around the bed stroking the sleeping figures pale check slightly. The figure stirred a little bit from the cool morning breeze and still sleepily sat up, violet covers falling back as the body moved. The figure let yawned a bit, which come out as a soft mewl, pale and delicate arms stretching. Crystal blue eyes opened as a soft knock could be heard by the door.

"Ugh…come in…" said a soft voice as the woman lay back on her bed with a 'thump' listening to the door opening and closing again then to the soft steps nearing her bed and the soft noise of a silver plate placed on the nightstand beside her bed.

"Good morning m'lady." said a soft famel voice as the curtains protecting the bed from the sunrays were pulled apart. The figure on the bed growled in frustration and pulled her covers over her head to block out any sort of light, but they were yanked down from her and a soft giggle entered her ears.

"Ugh…Violette, let me just rest for five more minutes…" she groaned and put one delicate hand on her eyes.

"Combien?" she asked.

"Qu'est-ce que?" the woman sat up again, crystal blue eyes looking confused at the smiling girl.

"How much red vine did you drink last night?" she asked again.

"Oh…only a bottle, I couldn't help myself." the woman said as a glass of water was held up in front of her which she accepted gratefully. "Merci." she said. The cold water felt wonderful to her dry throat.

"You shouldn't drink that much, it makes you groggy in the mornings." Violette said as she walked over to the desk with the mirror on it and gestured to her mistress to sit down in front of it.

She stood up and sat down. Violette smiled a bit, Lady Dominique was one of the most beautiful women in France. It was one of her ancestors who had build the 'Rose castle' and the little town Jealuen near it, town and castle were only an half hour marsh from each other away. The people who lived in Jealuen named the castle because of all the beautiful rose gardens surrounding it. The castle was not only because of the roses famous, but because every member of the family did something to make it even more beautiful. The Diskense family was well known for they liking for beauty, but also they swordsmanship. They were all masters of they swords.

Violette looked at her mistress and frowned a bit as she tried to crawl back to bed.

"M'lady" she said in a stern voice.

"I know…" Dominique said yawning and made her way to the seat. She was really beautiful to look at. She had a weary fragile and delicate looking form and pale skin which let her sometimes seem as breakable as a China Doll; her features were soft almost angelic, pale pink lips which held often a soft child like smile on them when she was happy. Her long white hair reached down to the middle of her back, her hair color was rather unusual for a woman who was only twenty-four years old, but in her family this was normal. Her crystal blue eyes which would glint red when she was using her sword or got angered held a weary playful light in them, but also something other, a strange almost divine looking light. Many people who were not from here and only passed they town or come to visit someone often turned around when she passed them.

Lady Monique was weary loved by the townspeople and were every time happy when she visited or went to the market. When she didn't come people would ask her servants about her wellbeing. Everyone knew about the tragedy of the young woman and respected her for her strength and courage. Her mother Lady Ginette died after giving birth to her youngest child, her father Lord Asce followed her shortly after six months leaving three children behind. Lady Dominique was the oldest of them, but she was only four years old at that time, but she helped the servants to look after her two years younger brother Astor Bedoier and her youngest sister Angelique. The years went by and the family was again visited by death then Angelique was born with a weak heart and passed away at the innocent age of four years, her older siblings on her side. Now were the two remaining children adults, one of them staid in the castle the other was a knight and went in the war for the new religion.

Violette combed her lady's soft hair while listening to her humming. It was a sad melody which touched the heart.

"So I'm ready, you should get dressed now." the young sixteen years old girl said.

"Hey who is the mistress here?" she asked playfully.

"Of course you, your highness." she answered playfully while bowing teasingly.

"I will be ready in a minute." Dominique said as she walked over to her closet and pulled out one emerald green dress and walked with it in front of the antique body mirror, holding the dress in front of her body. "This will do." she said and walked behind the false wall and took down her silk nightgown and pulled her dress on.

After she come out Violette handed her a pair of earrings with deep emerald jewels on them. Dominique accepted them and after she put them on she begun to walk with the girl out of the room. She felt a bit hungry and today was the day on which her brothers eagle Windwing would arrive with his letter about his wellbeing. Before her brother went away she told the general to let her brother take the bird with him so that it could bring her every month a letter to her or if something should happen to her brother, if he got injured they should bind a red ribbon to his right foot, if he died a black ribbon or when he would return home then a violet one. The man agreed and the bird come home on the 28th of every month and today he would also come. She felt so excited, but also worried for her brother who was her only living relative left.

The sun shone brightly as a majestic bird with raven black wings flew through the azure blue sky with a letter bound to his right leg, a blue rose attached to it…

To be continued…

A/N: well what do you think about this fiction? I know that this chapter didn't have to much action to it, but as I told you the titles will be flower names and I will use they meaning for the chapters and with that we already reached the explaining part;

Rose: in the flower language it means beauty…

Combien?: How much/many

Qu'est-ce queWhat?

Merci: Thank you

Dominique:French unisex form of English Dominic, meaning "belongs to the lord."

Véréne: French form of German Verena, meaning "sacred wisdom."

Violette: French form of English Violet, meaning "violet color" or "violet flower."

Ginette: French diminutive form of Virginie "maiden, virgin," Georgine "earth-worker, farmer," and Régine "queen."

Asce: Old French name, derived from German Azzo, meaning "noble at birth."

Astor: French and German name derived from the Occitan element astor, meaning "goshawk," itself from Latin acceptor, a variant of accipiter, meaning "hawk." The name was originally a derogatory nickname for men with hawk-like, predatory characteristics.

Bedoier: (Bédoier): French form of English Bedivere, possibly from proto-Celtic bod(o)-wid-r, meaning "grave-knower," inferring "one who knows (Arthur's) grave."

Angelique: French form of Italian Angelica, meaning "angelic."