div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"ememokay so i finally finished writing chapter two of this story, it's actually harder to write than i expected, anyways, without further ado i give you chapter two, enjoy./em/emhr /The woman below him moaned and mewled as Castiels thrusted deeper into her. This was the worst part of his lifestyle, he had to lie to get a meal. In any other circumstance, he'd be in a tea house, eating cake or something else sweet with black coffee. But, this was what he had to do now. The women finally screamed out in pleasure, her heart racing. Castiel moved quickly biting into her neck, the women let out a brief pained cry before going limp. "My deepest apologies." Castiel said before drinking almost greedily from her neck. Her blood was bitter and salty, as is the norm for women who merely only wished for sex. The vampire stopped drinking, every instinct of his told him to continue feeding, but he knew this was only his feral instinct. He listened for the woman's pulse, he heard a quiet thump then moved to the black medical bag he always carried with him. He began the process of bandaging the women's neck, then began to redress himself in the suit his maker had tailored to fit him perfectly. His maker was a very pleasant man, and he even trained Castiel to control his hunger after he'd been turned. He smiled at the thought. He was also the one to suggest to him to become a physician. He smiled. He picked up his medical bag before leaving the room. /div
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div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"Charlie and Abbadon strolled through the streets of London, night had fallen, therefore the parasol they used for the sun was no longer needed as they walked to the theatre. "I wonder if he'll remember us." Abbadon said turning a corner with her sister, arm in arm. "Of course he will, a dandy like him wouldn't forget two lovely women such as ourselves." The theatre was in sight ahead of them, sparkling brightly, various patrons were entering. Abbadon sniffed the air experimentally. The scent of silver and holy water was in the air nearby. "What is it sister?" Charlie asked. "There is a hunter nearby." She said nodding her head to the left. Charlie's gaze followed the direction her sister nodded in, to see a tall man with long brown hair and hazel eyes in a black suit. "Are you comfortable being so close to a hunter." Charlie whispered, Abbadon shook her head. "I see no reason why I would not be. I do not smell vicious intent coming from that man." Charlie nodded, nervously nodding her head. They bought there tickets for the opera, found their seats, and waited for the show to start./div
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div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"Castiel sat in his town house, writing a letter of thanks to one of his few patients who knew of his condition, the few patients who payed him in blood. He wrote in silence, the faint sound of the opera house nearby danced through his open window. The night air always soothed his nerves after a feeding. He believed that was why vampires could only walk the streets at night. The night protected them, nurtured them, and allowed them to hide. He normally never stalked living beings at night, his maker had taught him that dragging someone to feed off of them was horrible etiquette. Anything done against someone's free will overall was bad etiquette. /div
div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"His thoughts drifted to his maker again. The man, though a creature of the night who fed on many humans, was kind at heart, he never once killed, to Castiel's knowledge. The man helped others in need, he had adopted twin girls. They were sold into slavery after being kidnapped, Haniel had saved them as well as the other girls involved. Granted, Castiel knew the man most likely had a dark past, but that wasn't his business. /div
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div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"Castiel had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he did not here the music opera house stop. It had stopped ages ago. He heard a light tap on the door, figuring it was a client of his. He opened it to reveal his makers adopted daughters, Abbadon and Charlie. "Good evening, ladies. To what do I owe this unexpected surprise?" He asked, not wishing to invite them in, do to his untidy room. "Good evening brother, we've come to inform you that Atherydesian is deceased as of anoon today/a. Father also wishes to see you and brother Gabriel for tea to discuss this matter." Abbadon said evenly. "Tea? And Gabriel of all people?" Castiel sighed, not wishing to be bothered by the troublesome little man with golden eyes and chestnut hair. He had no qualms with him, however, he found Gabriel childish and a little on the sociopathic side. "Yes, Father has also requested that you bring your rose with you, that was the most important." Charlie answered. /div
div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"The rose? That meant the droll and tedious business of deciding on...on...something or other. Castiel never understood the reasoning behind the flower that somehow never wilted. "When will we be having tea?" He asked politely as he could. "He would prefer it to be high anoon tomorrow/a, however, he will also accept a later time if there are complications." Charlie said. Castiel thought for a moment. He had a client soon after high noon, but from the message he received it was merely only an upset stomach, he could reschedule. "High anoon tomorrow/a it is then." Castiel nodded, bowing courteously. The ladies curtseyed and walked away. Leaving the vampire to write a message of apology to the patient he was to see /emI know you all probably hate me for making Abbadon a good guy, i know how much she is hated. please favorite, follow and review, this story is kind of a side project, so i may take forever to actually finish it, so there's that. thanks for reading./em/div
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div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"Charlie and Abbadon strolled through the streets of London, night had fallen, therefore the parasol they used for the sun was no longer needed as they walked to the theatre. "I wonder if he'll remember us." Abbadon said turning a corner with her sister, arm in arm. "Of course he will, a dandy like him wouldn't forget two lovely women such as ourselves." The theatre was in sight ahead of them, sparkling brightly, various patrons were entering. Abbadon sniffed the air experimentally. The scent of silver and holy water was in the air nearby. "What is it sister?" Charlie asked. "There is a hunter nearby." She said nodding her head to the left. Charlie's gaze followed the direction her sister nodded in, to see a tall man with long brown hair and hazel eyes in a black suit. "Are you comfortable being so close to a hunter." Charlie whispered, Abbadon shook her head. "I see no reason why I would not be. I do not smell vicious intent coming from that man." Charlie nodded, nervously nodding her head. They bought there tickets for the opera, found their seats, and waited for the show to start./div
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div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"Castiel sat in his town house, writing a letter of thanks to one of his few patients who knew of his condition, the few patients who payed him in blood. He wrote in silence, the faint sound of the opera house nearby danced through his open window. The night air always soothed his nerves after a feeding. He believed that was why vampires could only walk the streets at night. The night protected them, nurtured them, and allowed them to hide. He normally never stalked living beings at night, his maker had taught him that dragging someone to feed off of them was horrible etiquette. Anything done against someone's free will overall was bad etiquette. /div
div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"His thoughts drifted to his maker again. The man, though a creature of the night who fed on many humans, was kind at heart, he never once killed, to Castiel's knowledge. The man helped others in need, he had adopted twin girls. They were sold into slavery after being kidnapped, Haniel had saved them as well as the other girls involved. Granted, Castiel knew the man most likely had a dark past, but that wasn't his business. /div
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div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"Castiel had been so preoccupied with his thoughts that he did not here the music opera house stop. It had stopped ages ago. He heard a light tap on the door, figuring it was a client of his. He opened it to reveal his makers adopted daughters, Abbadon and Charlie. "Good evening, ladies. To what do I owe this unexpected surprise?" He asked, not wishing to invite them in, do to his untidy room. "Good evening brother, we've come to inform you that Atherydesian is deceased as of anoon today/a. Father also wishes to see you and brother Gabriel for tea to discuss this matter." Abbadon said evenly. "Tea? And Gabriel of all people?" Castiel sighed, not wishing to be bothered by the troublesome little man with golden eyes and chestnut hair. He had no qualms with him, however, he found Gabriel childish and a little on the sociopathic side. "Yes, Father has also requested that you bring your rose with you, that was the most important." Charlie answered. /div
div style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: Noteworthy; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 24px;"The rose? That meant the droll and tedious business of deciding on...on...something or other. Castiel never understood the reasoning behind the flower that somehow never wilted. "When will we be having tea?" He asked politely as he could. "He would prefer it to be high anoon tomorrow/a, however, he will also accept a later time if there are complications." Charlie said. Castiel thought for a moment. He had a client soon after high noon, but from the message he received it was merely only an upset stomach, he could reschedule. "High anoon tomorrow/a it is then." Castiel nodded, bowing courteously. The ladies curtseyed and walked away. Leaving the vampire to write a message of apology to the patient he was to see /emI know you all probably hate me for making Abbadon a good guy, i know how much she is hated. please favorite, follow and review, this story is kind of a side project, so i may take forever to actually finish it, so there's that. thanks for reading./em/div