I woke up. Dreaming? No. Not again. She had to be standing there. I looked around. Silence. How long had it been? Questions continued to overwhelm my head. Riff wasn't around to help... Tears. Starting to roll down my cheeks. I layed there crying for what seemed a life time. Blackness.

I didn't wake up in the grave yard, I was at home. "Milord. I have found a way to find Alexis," I nodded. "And that way is...?" I questioned. "Madame Stanford, her personal Doctor is Dr. Jizabelle Disreali, take a guess at whome his assistant is," Riff said. I shrugged. "A young girl, she appears to look just like Orchid," he held out a photo. She possessed the same dark eyes, her hair was long, with perfect ringlettes. Her facial features all the same. This must be her. I nodded. "It does look like her," I said. "A blond wig is the only thing you need, Madame Stanford is a painter but only has male models who have the same blond hair as her deceased son," Riff said. "I'll do it," I said.

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Riff placed the itchy blond wig on my head. Hiding every dark hair. "Her family isn't nobel, but she is wealthy. She rarly goes out because of her health, you must look like a commoner trying to make a living as a model," Riff said. "How does this look?" I asked. "All though your speech has been crude, you still don't look like a commoner," He said. "Well then, I try my best to act even more vulgar then usual!" I chimmed. "Don't do anything rash... Lord Cain," he said as I stode off.

I knocked at the door. "Yes? What may I do for you?" a maid asked. "I'm here for modeling," I said. "Oh! Yes, of course," She said letting me in. "Come, this way," She said as she walked off. "Madame?" She asked as she walked in. "A model." She said signaling me to walk in. "Yes... I'm Madame Stanford, this is my personal doctor, Dr. Disreali. And his beautiful young assistant... Oh! I'm sorry, I don't even know your name..." She said looking at the young girl. The girl nodded to the doctor. "This is my young assistant, Catrina," He said.

Catrina did look just like Orchid. Though, her dresses wern't as long as Orchid's, Orchid's dresses brushed the floor, covering her feet, and were fairly vibrantly coloured and not alot of detail. Catrina's was only to her knees, but bloomed out beautifly, they were dark coloured, and very detailed and intricate.

Catrina

"Nice to meet you," The boy said. Smiling to Jizabelle. Jizabelle shook his hand, "What's your name?" Jizabelle asked. "Ian.... Ian Reid," He responded. Ian cringed and pulled his hand away from Jizabelle. "Sorry, I don't know my own strength at times," Jizabelle replied.

Ian nodded and turned to me. "Nice to meet you to," He said. I kept silent. He raised on eye brow to me. I remained silent. "I'm sorry about Catrina. She nearly died a couple weeks ago, since then, she has never spoken," Jizabelle said. That was his cover story for me? That's it? Nothing more? Ian peered into my eyes. I glanced at his. His golden-green eyes looked familiar. Then, it hit me. I looked away.

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Jizabelle walked into my room. "It's rude to not knock before entering a lady's room..." I murmered. "Please, don't try and push that 'Lady's Room' buisness on me, it's the least of our worries," He said. I nodded "I know... Ian Reid isn't...." I trailed off. "Who he wants us to think he is. He's truly-" He started. "Earl Cain Hargreaves," I finished. "He is going to flirt with you Catrina. He wants to get the truth from you. Make you talk. Don't fall for it again. Young Catrina," He said to me. "Bu-" I started but were cut off by Jizabelle's lips.

I went into shocked and pushed him off. Wiping my mouth off, "Don't flirt with me Jizabelle," I said as I walked out of my room. I roamed the hallways of the Stanford Mansion. "You must have a voice," The all too familiar velvet voice called out. I froze. He grabbed me from behind. Hugging me by the waist. I let out a small gasp.

He whispered in my ear. "Please... Let me hear your voice, it must be a beautiful as you look," He tempted, lightly bitting me ear, I let out another small gasp, my face became bright red. He knew who I was and what I liked. He knew how to seduce me.

He slowly turned me around, forcing me to look into his perfect, golden-green eyes. He still looked perfect in the dim light from the single candle. "Orchid..." he whispered. Finally, I spoke. "I'm Catrina..." I said. "Very well then, Catrina," He said.

Before I knew it, he had me against a wall, blocking any exit. He slowly moved in, lightly brushing his lips against mine. How I missed lips touching mine. "You almost died I heard, is this true?" Ian questioned. I nodded. "I almost did, unfortunatly, my loved didn't escape. He died," I said. Slowly tangling my hand into his hair. "You remind me so much of him..." I said, I took over, leading him into my room, that wasn't too far. I kept him in my arms. Ian shut the door behind him, locking it.

"Except....." I said. "Except what...?" He questioned. "My lover did not have blond hair," I said, stroking at his hair. "But... Blond hair is more beautiful in my eyes..." I said, closing the space between him and I. Brushing my lips lightly against his. He knew how to seduce me, I knew how I could seduce him.

He pulled me in, making our kiss more passionate. I pulled him in, he licked my bottom lip lightly, asking to be let in. I didn't let him, he needed to work for what he wanted.

Cain

She was making me work for it, I moved my hands down her back, moving lower... Making her gasp, slipping my own tounge into her mouth. I slowly started to unbutton her night gown, she tugged at mine...

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I woke up the next morning. In Catrina's room. She was gone. Much like I did to Orchid. I slipped on the night clothing. Snook out of her hoping to be unoticed. I finally knew how Orchid felt that first night. Betrayed. Abandoned.

This is just part one of this chapter, I want to keep the chapters short but the story long. I will post the 2nd part of Catrina afterwards. Review please!!!