Pretty Little Broken Things

AN- This is the fanfiction your mother warned you about. XD (Yaoi, incest, ect, turn back now)

Not sure why we have a "Count Cain" section and a "Godchild" section seeing as there the exact same thing. So, this is going under Count Cain.

"Riff is gone." Cain tells himself this, yet he can't really bring himself to believe it. Any second now his faithful, kind, gorgeous manservant will appear. But he doesn't. Riff is dead. In fact, he never really existed at all. "Riff saved my life... does this mean that my life was pointless?"

Cain was in a rare mindset. He had been known to fight, and fight no matter what. With Riff along side him. Cain bent over and tried to tie his shoes in vain. He picked himself up and walked to the window. "I'm going to go sit. I won't do anything rash though." he told himself,not even believing it.

Jizabel could tell from the look on his face that Riff is now gone. It's the look of despair that is all over Cain's face. Cain was sitting on a window sill of the mansion, London all around him. People in love, people in hate, and of course somewhere out there was Riff. Jizabel smiled in anticipation.

"You better not jump. I don't want to lose the satisfaction of killing you." Jizabel said, making himself visible to Cain. Cain looked up at him. Jizabel had never seen a face so crushed. The once proud smile that had promised his demise was torn into a grimace of pain. Gorgeous green-gold cursed eyes were red with tears.

"Congratulations Jizabel." Cain said listlessly. His spirit was broken. Jizabel could kick him off the ledge , but that was no fun. He wanted Cain to squirm. He wanted him to fight. There was no fun in this.

"I'm going to kill you Cain. Not today, but soon. Your fate is sealed." Cain just looked up wistfully.

"Go ahead." Jizabel clenched his teeth. This was not how it was supposed to end. Cain was to fight until he could fight no longer. Then he would suck his last breath away.

"You don't care what I do?" Jizabel asked."I could take out your beautiful, cursed eyes?"

Cain nodded sullenly. Jizabel smiled sadistically. The white haired man leaned in and pulled Cain's face up. "One, two. Just a quick needle. And you wouldn't even fight?"

Cain gave a half hearted attempt to push Jizabel off him. "That was pathetic. Cain, I want you to struggle. I want you to kick and scream and beg for mercy."

"Just kill me Jizabel. I'm broken. Isn't that what you wanted?" Cain finally spit out. Jizabel laughed.

"You think you've suffered? You little fool. I'll show you what suffering is. I want you to scream."

It was unbearable. Here he was with the one who had turned his life into nothing but pain, and he couldn't even get any satisfaction. Cain's spirit was gone. Yet, even then he continued to torture Jizabel.

Jizabel pulled Cain's mouth to his and kissed him hard. Cain pulled back hard.

"Stop." He panted. Jizabel gave him a sadistic sneer.

"No. You're so pretty when you're broken."

Screams in the night.

No one hears.

But it's not the end.

Cain picks his pretty little broken self off the floor once more.