I'll never forget the first moment I saw him.
He was evil personified in human form. Immediately when he first looked at me, he could right through me; his eyes were like hooks, sinking deeper and deeper inside of me. He didn't look as I imagined he would. Much younger and actually quite handsome; his long, dark hair reached down to his shoulders. He was very slender and long, bony fingers. His crimson eyes scared me the most; they were sharp and dangerous. He was good-looking but that didn't detract from his aura of malice. I knew… from the moment he saw me, he wanted me. And not in a romantic or even lustful way. I understood right away that his intentions were possessive- that he was possessive. What terrified me the most was the hungry glint in his poisonous crimson eyes. I was not a human to him- I was an object; to own, to touch… to be kept for his amusement. To be looked at in such a way…. I'll never forget it, and it completely destroyed all confidence in me.
Jack actually disappeared very quickly; if I didn't know any better, I'd say he was afraid of this man. And I don't blame him; he was terrifying. He was just one of those people who when you meet them, you know….. you know they would do anything to harm you. Without a word, I was brought to this huge, throne-like room; there was no sign of Daddy or Jerome. Actually, there was no sign of anyone else around. I was left there in the darkness like fifteen feet away from where this man sat in a large cathedra. He didn't take his stare off me from the moment I arrived. Meanwhile, I stood there, utterly petrified to be in the presence of someone like him. I had no idea….. I had no idea.
After some time, he chuckled ever so softly and my blood curled in my veins. His laugh….. his sick, sick laugh. Seriously, I can't say enough how terrifying this guy was. Things only got worse once he started to talk.
"No, stay still; let me look at you for some time longer." Oh… oh my god. I don't think it was possible to be more afraid than I was now. "I'm glad you're here. I've been waiting for you, the youngest and sweetest mob princess in the world." I'm the youngest? He looked as if he wanted me to say something, and you don't disappoint a man like that. I used all my strength and willpower to force my trembling, tight lips open. "U-uh…. A-are….. are you….. E-Eric Lincoln?" My voice revealed how scared I was, if my body language didn't already. I felt like I was going to vomit when a frown crossed his lips. He eyes narrowed threateningly onto all of me.
"Those eyes….. those eyes of yours. Even from far away, I can see it." It? What the hell is he talking about? His hand rose up a bit to curl his long fingers. "Alike…." Then, before I had time to move or even breathe, he was over up in front of me in a flash. His hand reached over to almost caress my cheek as he swallowed me with his narrow stare. "You look like Carla."
My body went into survival mode; I was incapable of thinking or reacting in a cognisant way. The human body does very strange things when it's being attacked. I threw myself backward using my feet and desperately winced my eyes shut. "Don't touch me!" I didn't know I could scream that loud. It wasn't even in an angry or upset way either; it was more so begging, pleading. But he didn't react in the slightest. Instead, the most insidious grin began to grow across his pale face. "Prefect… you are so perfect." More steps stumbling backwards in a desperate attempt to get away from him on my part. "You will replace Carla, and let me love you."
"No! No, get away!" I tumbled onto the floor, landing with a hard thud. "Help! Somebody help me! Daddy! Daddy! Jerome! Daddy!" With tears now streaming down my face, I cried out using all my breath. No….. please god, no. It dawned on me that he intends to keep me here; to "love" me… and I'll never see my father again. "DADDY!"
"Daddy? Ah yes, Ray; I forgot you're also his daughter. Anastasia's the name he gave you…" I gave a little, horrified scream as his hand then stretched out for me on the ground. "Anastasia, you naughty little girl. Come here to me." "N-no! No, stay away! Don't touch me! Stay away!" My foot tried- and failed- to kick him away on its own accord. My vision was blurred by tears at this point. "No, my darling Carla- I've waited too long already. I will keep reaching, keep chasing…. Anywhere you wander, anywhere you go… I won't stop…..
Until I'm holding you; until I hear you sigh, here in my arms."