I don't own Count Cain, for if I did there would be a lot of changes
(probably for the worst). I'm sorry if anyone is OCC. Critiques are
welcome, but no flames please. This is going to eventually be "R", I just
have to set the stage first. So without further ado....
Bloody Valentine
Chapter One
Cain had been staring out that window for a long time, much longer than usual. His beautiful eyes held a vacant expression as he thought about those who had gone before him.
He like women, he wouldn't deny that, yet the women he loved, or even got involved with seemed to always die. First there was Suzette, who had turned out to be his half sister. He had realized he loved her only after she had stolen one of his poisons and killed herself and the man she loved. Although he hadn't really cared for Madeline, she was still another, he still held a certain love for her, albeit a faint one. Then there was the girl who thought she was a vampire, what was her name, Julienne. And there was Emmeline and Merediama, the former he did not care for until he lost her and the later the one woman he could possibly see himself with, both killed within days of each other. And Mrs. Heming, who was turned into a doll by that "crooked" child. And although she didn't really fit into this category, there was Dru, who basically sacrificed herself so that Cain would find her beautiful. "I really am cursed." He muttered as he turned away from the window.
"What was that, sir?"
"Nothing."
Riff nodded and bowed slightly. "Would you like some tea Master Cain?"
Cain glanced at his butler, "Only if you make it."
Riff bowed again. "I always do sir." With that he pivoted sharply on his heel and strode out of his masters room. Cain smiled at the precision that Riff always did things. He would never find another servant, or friend, like him even if he searched the world.
He turned back to the window and watched as Merriwhether stooped to pick a few wild flowers. She was making another wreath. She looked so innocent, so young but she had already suffered so much. She lost her mother, Eric, Gilford, Mrs. Heming and Dru, who were all some what close to her. Cain knew that his curse had spread to her now as well. And there seemed nothing he could do about it. And he had nearly lost her. It seemed he was doomed to be alone, that no one would ever be with him.
Except Riff.
Cain blinked at that thought. Riff. The only one who had been with him so long. The man who swore his life to him. The only one who could touch his wounds. Riff.
For a long time he had felt a sort of attraction to quite butler. He had not been surprise, after all Riff knew him the best and had seen him when he was invisible. He had been the only one who stayed with him after all this time, who he knew could protect him. It was not shocking to the Count that he was bisexual, after all, based on how strange the rest of his life was it only seemed natural that his sexual preference would be strange as well. But he wondered about Riff. Would Riff think it strange, that his young master was attracted to him? If he did he would keep it to himself, just like most of his opinions. Would he reject any advances Cain made? Again, it was not likely, for he took his position to serve his master to seriously, and if that was how his master wished to be served than so be it. But would he reciprocate any of those feeling? Ah there was the problem. Riff could be so stoic at times that it was nearly impossible for one to tell what he was really thinking. Cain couldn't help but remember just how good of an acting job Riff did when they were at Windsor Castle. He cared for Riff enough that he would not want to force such a situation upon him.
But Riff has never been with a woman.
Cain mulled over this for a bit. That was true. Riff had never been with a woman during the entire time he served Cain. Even when that French maid tried to seduce him he didn't react to her at all. Of course part of that must have been due to his sense of responsibility, but was there something else? Another part to it?
And perhaps, just perhaps Riff was homosexual, would he even be interested in Cain? Cain was aware of how effeminate he looked (in some cases he was prettier than may girls) but...
Just than Riff walked in with his tea, jarring him out of his thoughts. "Sugar?" He asked although he always knew the answer.
"No."
"Here, sir."
Cain took the cup from Riff, allowing his fingers to remain on Riffs for a moment longer than necessary. He was pleased that Riff didn't jerk his hand away or anything of the sort, but frustrated when he fail to exhibit any emotion at all. Wait, were his cheeks a bit redder than normal? Or was he seeing thing?
"Sir?"
Cain started a bit, realizing he had been staring at Riff, and very thankful that he wasn't prone to blushing. "It's nothing Riff, just a bit preoccupied with something."
"Would you like to share?"
Cain toyed with the idea of telling him something about his poisons, but dismissed that idea quickly. Riff could usually tell when he was lying. Plus if he just came out with it.... but no, there was no way to phrase it without worrying wether or not Riff was telling him the truth. Although he could be extremely subtle when he want to be, he also could be very blunt. And he was a very good judge of peoples reactions, if he did say so himself, so he decided to go for the most direct approach. He beckoned to Riff. Riff looked slightly puzzled but followed his masters request nonetheless. Cain rose from where he was sitting as his servant walked towards him. He couldn't help but appreciate his well formed body and underlying grace with which he moved. Cain smiled to himself. Well if he was going to fall for a man, thank god he was an attractive one. Riff stopped in front of him.
"Yes, sir?"
Cain reached up and placed his hands on either side of Riffs handsome face. He brought himself on tiptoes so that he was almost eye level with him and smiled. "This."
With that he placed his lips gently upon Riffs.
To be continued.....
There the first part is done, please review because I would like to know that people are reading this and to change anything I did wrong, I have only read up to Vol 7, Chapter 1, so that is what my reference point is. Just as a warning it's going to get very gory.
Bloody Valentine
Chapter One
Cain had been staring out that window for a long time, much longer than usual. His beautiful eyes held a vacant expression as he thought about those who had gone before him.
He like women, he wouldn't deny that, yet the women he loved, or even got involved with seemed to always die. First there was Suzette, who had turned out to be his half sister. He had realized he loved her only after she had stolen one of his poisons and killed herself and the man she loved. Although he hadn't really cared for Madeline, she was still another, he still held a certain love for her, albeit a faint one. Then there was the girl who thought she was a vampire, what was her name, Julienne. And there was Emmeline and Merediama, the former he did not care for until he lost her and the later the one woman he could possibly see himself with, both killed within days of each other. And Mrs. Heming, who was turned into a doll by that "crooked" child. And although she didn't really fit into this category, there was Dru, who basically sacrificed herself so that Cain would find her beautiful. "I really am cursed." He muttered as he turned away from the window.
"What was that, sir?"
"Nothing."
Riff nodded and bowed slightly. "Would you like some tea Master Cain?"
Cain glanced at his butler, "Only if you make it."
Riff bowed again. "I always do sir." With that he pivoted sharply on his heel and strode out of his masters room. Cain smiled at the precision that Riff always did things. He would never find another servant, or friend, like him even if he searched the world.
He turned back to the window and watched as Merriwhether stooped to pick a few wild flowers. She was making another wreath. She looked so innocent, so young but she had already suffered so much. She lost her mother, Eric, Gilford, Mrs. Heming and Dru, who were all some what close to her. Cain knew that his curse had spread to her now as well. And there seemed nothing he could do about it. And he had nearly lost her. It seemed he was doomed to be alone, that no one would ever be with him.
Except Riff.
Cain blinked at that thought. Riff. The only one who had been with him so long. The man who swore his life to him. The only one who could touch his wounds. Riff.
For a long time he had felt a sort of attraction to quite butler. He had not been surprise, after all Riff knew him the best and had seen him when he was invisible. He had been the only one who stayed with him after all this time, who he knew could protect him. It was not shocking to the Count that he was bisexual, after all, based on how strange the rest of his life was it only seemed natural that his sexual preference would be strange as well. But he wondered about Riff. Would Riff think it strange, that his young master was attracted to him? If he did he would keep it to himself, just like most of his opinions. Would he reject any advances Cain made? Again, it was not likely, for he took his position to serve his master to seriously, and if that was how his master wished to be served than so be it. But would he reciprocate any of those feeling? Ah there was the problem. Riff could be so stoic at times that it was nearly impossible for one to tell what he was really thinking. Cain couldn't help but remember just how good of an acting job Riff did when they were at Windsor Castle. He cared for Riff enough that he would not want to force such a situation upon him.
But Riff has never been with a woman.
Cain mulled over this for a bit. That was true. Riff had never been with a woman during the entire time he served Cain. Even when that French maid tried to seduce him he didn't react to her at all. Of course part of that must have been due to his sense of responsibility, but was there something else? Another part to it?
And perhaps, just perhaps Riff was homosexual, would he even be interested in Cain? Cain was aware of how effeminate he looked (in some cases he was prettier than may girls) but...
Just than Riff walked in with his tea, jarring him out of his thoughts. "Sugar?" He asked although he always knew the answer.
"No."
"Here, sir."
Cain took the cup from Riff, allowing his fingers to remain on Riffs for a moment longer than necessary. He was pleased that Riff didn't jerk his hand away or anything of the sort, but frustrated when he fail to exhibit any emotion at all. Wait, were his cheeks a bit redder than normal? Or was he seeing thing?
"Sir?"
Cain started a bit, realizing he had been staring at Riff, and very thankful that he wasn't prone to blushing. "It's nothing Riff, just a bit preoccupied with something."
"Would you like to share?"
Cain toyed with the idea of telling him something about his poisons, but dismissed that idea quickly. Riff could usually tell when he was lying. Plus if he just came out with it.... but no, there was no way to phrase it without worrying wether or not Riff was telling him the truth. Although he could be extremely subtle when he want to be, he also could be very blunt. And he was a very good judge of peoples reactions, if he did say so himself, so he decided to go for the most direct approach. He beckoned to Riff. Riff looked slightly puzzled but followed his masters request nonetheless. Cain rose from where he was sitting as his servant walked towards him. He couldn't help but appreciate his well formed body and underlying grace with which he moved. Cain smiled to himself. Well if he was going to fall for a man, thank god he was an attractive one. Riff stopped in front of him.
"Yes, sir?"
Cain reached up and placed his hands on either side of Riffs handsome face. He brought himself on tiptoes so that he was almost eye level with him and smiled. "This."
With that he placed his lips gently upon Riffs.
To be continued.....
There the first part is done, please review because I would like to know that people are reading this and to change anything I did wrong, I have only read up to Vol 7, Chapter 1, so that is what my reference point is. Just as a warning it's going to get very gory.