~ Hello, my faithful readers. So I am writing this on a high, not a low. I just went and saw X-Men 2 and it was great and put me in a good mood. I love Nightcrawler and Gambit (though he did not make an appearance in this movie). Enjoy. ~

I got out of the shower and was walking into my room, when I saw that Gabriel was in my room. Man, I had just taken a shower. For God's sake, I didn't want to get bloodied up already. He was looking through my one of my sketchpads. I knew that he could tell I was now in the room, yet he made no sign of it. He wouldn't move at all if I didn't try to hit him. I decided to act as if nothing were wrong, though I was extremely uncomfortable. I really didn't want to get dressed in front of him. I was also aware that I was extremely revealed right now, so I was kind of cautious around him, being the perverted sadist that he was. I went over to my dresser and pulled out some clothes. To my surprise, he stopped me. Fortunately, he stopped me with words, not actions.

"You need to dress up, I have a special guest. Understood Katana?" I swallowed my pride and nodded. He seemed to be satisfied with that, he went back and began to look at my drawings. It's just amazing, my work. Not really, but he must be fascinated. I went through my drawers, but couldn't find anything "fancy." My outfits consist of t-shirts and jeans, not one was really different from any other. Gabriel looked over at me and grinned. What exactly he was smiling about was a mystery to me. He held out a dress, one that looked extremely small. He wanted me to look like a freaking whore. It was black and had a kind of sheer look to it. I raised my eyebrow in defiance, but he did not care. "Get dressed, Katana. I don't have all day." And yet, he had enough time to let me look through all my drawers, when he knew I had nothing in there to wear. He irks my nerve.

I vaguely wondered who I was getting dressed "up" for. I actually felt like I was being dressed "down," I felt like a two-dollar whore (A/N: who broke a three-dollar nail, hehehehehehe.... I have a strange sense of humor.)

Gabriel stood and looked me over; more like undressed me with his eyes, I felt violated as his eyes traveled up and down my body. He must have thought I looked stunning; he pulled me forward so that I was molded into the masculine curves of his body. He grinned at me suggestively and I pushed him away. Pervert. He laughed and attempted to pull me into another embrace and succeeded, of course. He tilted my chin up and kissed my lips passionately. I used my not-so-strict control to stop from responding to his dark, spicy, seductive kiss. Of course, my not-so-strict control failed me and I caved in. I deepened his kiss, letting my lips gently caress his. He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, keeping me from pulling away. His other hand gently stroked the curves of my body. We were in extremely close proximity to each other and I think we were both aware of that. I stifled a moan as his mind attempted to take over my own. It was calming and made me feel as if I were floating, but I knew that feeling too calmed could ultimately lead to my doom. I tried to push him away again; this time he stopped me from going anywhere with the hand on the back of my neck. His black eyes locked with my own aqueous eyes and I felt the pull of his mind on my own. I drifted into his control again, allowing myself to rest and.... Wait, no! Stop! I looked away from his deadly gaze, which had bound me previously, and saw him smirk. I kicked his shin and got away. Gabriel's response to this was laughter. He pulled me close to him, again (this must be getting really old, I mean it is to me), so that his lips were very close to my ear.

"Sometimes, I wonder why you don't give in completely Katana. Do not worry about looking like a whore. That outfit is simply something that I wanted to see you in. Your actual attire is on your desk. Get ready; I'll be back in ten minutes. If you are not ready by then, you will be disciplined." I tried to punch him for getting me to dress like this, but he caught my fist and released it, his mocking eyes watching me all the while.

He turned and walked out of my room, with it's stark white walls and plush crimson carpet. I swallowed my throat was parched. When I did so I discovered the coppery taste of blood in my mouth. I dabbed my lip with my finger and found that my lip was bleeding and swollen. Gabriel had probably cut my lip with his razor sharp fangs, when he had been kissing me. Damn him. Even when he is trying to be gentle, he is rough.

I looked at the outfit Gabriel had left for me. A plain white button down shirt and a black skirt that would fall to my feet, although there were slits that went almost all the way up my leg. I pulled on the clothes and pulled my hair up, so it wouldn't be hanging in my face flatly, like a piece of stiff cardboard. Once again, I was reminded of my curse when I saw myself in my bathroom mirror. I looked flawless, well, except for the bloody, swollen lip. I hated that stupid image that would damn me or keep me in Gabriel's manor for eternity. I punched the stupid image and winced as I felt some of the shards lodge themselves into my skin. It hurt like hell. My hand was dripping blood everywhere and, the now ruined, mirror had blood speckling its distorted surface. Fear rose in me. I hoped Gabriel had fed well today or he would drain my lifeblood. I quickly tried to clean up the mess, though my hand was still dripping in blood so it created an even bigger mess. What the fuck had I been thinking? Gabriel was going to kill me for this.

Unfortunately, Gabriel walked in as I was cleaning, or attempting to clean. When he saw the blood stained bathroom he cursed and grabbed my heavily bleeding hand, which was starting to numb.

"What did you do, you stupid, stupid girl?" I was kind of afraid, but I think I detected a note of concern in his otherwise raging voice. Gabriel eyed the mirror and then eyed my hand. He grabbed some tweezers and gauze out of the cabinet in the bathroom. He handed the materials to my blood free hand and told me this: "Get the glass out and clean the wounds. Change your clothes. I believe our guest is getting impatient, so hurry up." I felt the fear pass from me when Gabriel disappeared from the bathroom. He wasn't going to beat me into bloody oblivion. If I had ever prayed to God for protection, it had been that moment. I thought he would throw a fit, but he hadn't. Jesus, the adrenaline was still running through my system. My body thought that it would need to defend itself against the vampire, but he hadn't even tried to lay a finger on me. Except for when he grabbed my hand. A part of me was starting to believe there was a God out there. The other part of me was still an atheist.

I looked around, blood speckled almost everything, from the walls to the clothes I was wearing. I just ruined more clothes. I sighed and sat down on my toilet, with the tweezers in hand, ready for the painful task ahead. I yanked each of the pieces of mirror from my completely numb, snow-white hand. The pieces ranged from small to excruciatingly tiny. The tiny ones hurt the most because it seemed to take an eternity to get them out. I felt like screaming every time I pulled a piece of glass out, but I refused to do so. When I finally got all twenty thousand shards of glass out of my hand, I washed the blood off of it and wrapped it in the gauze Gabriel had handed to me. Hopefully it would stop bleeding soon. I didn't want to get my hand amputated. I took off my ruined clothes and replaced them with a black tank top and some worn out jeans. At least my hair wasn't bloodied. Actually, I'm guessing that, because I have no mirror to look in anymore. I sighed and wondered where the fuck, Goddamned Gabriel wanted me to go. It doesn't take a lot to put me in a bad mood. Scratch that. I'm always in a bad mood. I could never describe myself as pleasant.

Gabriel appeared next to me, to escort me to who knows where, and shook his head. I was dressed in my regular clothes, had a swollen lip (it was no longer bleeding), and a bloody hand. I'm sure I looked fabulous. He led me to the ultra-red dining room. Tables still adorned the dining room and sitting in the center was a familiar figure. To my surprise, my father was sitting there, his features so much like my own. What the hell was he doing here?

~ Hehehe. I love writing cliffhangers. Please review. Happy Hunting. ~