Ummmm...Sooo...Been a year. Yeah...Sorry? I promise to keep up with this now, promise


By the time Valentine arrived back home to her secluded mansion it was early morning, the sun slowly beginning to peak up from the tree tops that surrounded her estate. She quickly closed the curtains to her bedroom and changed into her night gown. Her mind drifted back to the man she just turned, he should be fine for now, he is still only a changeling, its a slow process to make the full transformation, he would have to come to her sooner or later to learn how to survive as a creature of the night...

Loki soon retired to his room, ignoring the looks from his brother and the others, the searing pain coursing through his veins was too much for even him and the worst of it at the bite mark on his neck. He laid on his bed and closed his eyes wearily, wishing the pain would go away. His mind drifted back to the women…./that woman/ that foul temptress that caused him to feel this pain and now turn him even more into the abomination that he is. Once he opened his eyes with a sigh, the pain had left and he continued to lay on the bed, letting his mind drift. He needed to see her, he needed to see that wench and find her to either reverse the effects or kill her as revenge. And with that he was gone, in a cloud of mist, the new instincts in him telling him where to go.

Valentine smiled to herself as she woke in the middle of the day. That was quick, she could feel her changling's presence as he arrived. Slowly getting out of bed she lazily walked down the stairs to the front door. Ignoring the maids as they cleaned the halls, all having the same blank expression on them, proceeding to the door she opened it slightly, being careful for the sun to not hit her before opening the old oak door wide. Disappearing into the shadows to just observe him.

Loki looked around at where he was, it was silent, the only road was a gravel one winding its way up to the large mansion. He saw no sign of anyone nearby, he didn't have to be careful then when killing that woman. He felt the sunlight hit his skin and frowned, pursing his lips as it felt as though something was off, as if it wasn't his own. With a growl he stormed in through the open door. "Come out…..You mewling quim…..Explain yourself." he hissed dangerously, making sure to keep calm as he looked around, the anger boiling under his skin.

The door slammed shut behind him and slowly she emerged from the shadows, she walked elegantly, with poise and purpose. "I was bored and thought you were a bit of fun….I gave you a new life, one of riches and untold power my kitten..." She purred, gazing at him with a mocking glance. Loki muttered darkly under his breath looking like he was going to tear her throat out then and there. "And, before you think about hurting me, I have imprinted you. You are my pet now and no pet can harm their mistress or masters...It is impossible, the harm rebounds off the owner and the pet is to feel their consequences...It can be a slow and agonizing death…"She warned him.

He narrowed his eyes at her "I'm a very dangerous person…..you have no idea the things I could do to you… And you thought it a bit of fun to try and make me your pet? How unfortunate for you" He said, pacing around her slowly, waiting for a time to strike. "Change me back…Or else" He said. Valentine smirked at that and shook her head. "Sorry….Can't do that, there is no anti-venom." She chuckled before being grabbed by him and stabbed in the leg. "I warned you" She simply stated, taking the dagger out with ease and chuckling as it came out clean. Instead the wound was inflicted onto him. "It's been a long day. I suggest you fix yourself up and get some sleep." She drawled before turning and walking away. Smiling as she head his muffled cries and grunts of pain

He screamed out in frustration and in shear pain, slamming his fists into a pillar near him the pillar getting a large crack in it with his god-like strength and sank to the floor. He brought his knees up to his chest as he leaned against the pillar. Tiredly he mumbled a spell to make the stab wound heal and soon felt himself slowly drift off into the sleep that he had been longing since he had woken up.