Author note: I don't own Count Cain: Godchild. Nor do I own the music box version of the song 'Cantarella,' originally sung by Vocaloids Miku Hatsune and Kaito, which inspired this drabble into being.
Warning: AU somewhat, Possible CassandraxCain-ish (more of onesided), mentioned onesided CassandraxJizabel, takes place during Castrato Arc parts 3-4
Constructive Criticism would be great, and I hope you guys read, review and enjoy! Thanks!
Cantarella
Cassandra Gladstone decides that he is certainly enjoying this feeling of superiority right now, as he stares at the young Earl Cain Hargreaves within his hypnosis. Cassandra always liked being the dominant one, and seeing Cain in this submissive state was quite amusing, considering Cain was always so high and mighty at times, or at least so he had heard from other rumours...Especially when it came to seducing others.
Sure, sure, so what if Cain is not Jizabel, not as pretty as him? Cain is a more than decent-enough alternative to the lovely doctor, and those golden-green eyes allure Cassandra very much. He's always liked beautiful things, especially beautiful men (Latisha, of course, is no exception, and neither are Jizabel and Cain).
Riffael has been shot by Cain himself (of course Cassandra would implement that first), and Riff is on the floor, most likely dead. Of course, Cassandra ignores the cold corpse, kicking it slightly with his foot. That commoner was interfering far too much, anyway. Good riddance to him.
Cassandra stood in front of the young Earl, before grasping Cain's chin and pushing it upwards slightly, staring at those lips upon the beautiful boy's face. Cassandra gazes at the young earl's face quietly, before leaning forwards and gently putting his lips to Cain's own.
The kiss is nice, Cassandra admits to himself, and he doesn't have to force it like he had to do several times to Latisha. He likes the feeling of Cain's lips on his. He breathes in Cain's scent through all the cologne the earl is wearing, a scent that says clearly that the man Cassandra is kissing is Cain Hargreaves, the earl that courts death. Cassandra feels a sense of cautiousness rise in his chest, and he figures it is perhaps that the kiss is like a bit of poison-beautiful like Cain, but surely dangerous. He can't waste too much time with this, anyway.
Cassandra breaks the kiss after a few moments, and-
The next thing he realizes, he is now on his knees on the floor, gasping for breath as his body feels like it is burning. Cain stood over him with a triumphant smirk on his face, and Cassandra knew what really happened.
Cassandra knew that his hypnosis didn't work. He knew that Riff wasn't really dead. He knew that Cain allowed himself to be kissed so he could get up close and finish him off.
Cassandra coughs up blood, collapsing completely as his vision slowly begins to grow fuzzy. His head is hurting, and he doesn't really know what to do now. His servants are dead and on the floor, and soon he will join them. He sees Cain help Riff up, before the two start to leave the room. Cassandra wants to extend an arm towards Cain, to beg him to stay, to plead for mercy, but he cannot.
He wants Cain to come back so he can taste those lips he would gladly describe as cantarella. And unfortunately for Gladstone, Cain will never come back.