I am a horrible person, I know. I've made you guys wait wayyy too long for a new chapter, and I really am sorry. I've been soooo busy, and I hate it.

So, normally, this would be a chapter on Abel's side of the story, but I am changing the pattern a bit, because I finally know how this is going to end, I hope, and I need this to be an Esther chapter.
So yeah. Enjoy.

Warning. This chapter contains what the other chapters usually contain.
You get it by now.

Disclaimer: Julian is mine, and that's it. I own his soul.


The light that morning was unbearably bright. A groan of displeasure came from a girl shielding her eyes from the sun's obnoxious rays.

"I'm sorry, dear." The light was shut out, thankfully hidden by heavy crimson curtains.

A pair of eyes opened slowly, looking upon an unfamiliar ceiling, in an unfamiliar room, holding an unfamiliar blackness within it's walls. Carefully, the girl sat up, holding the silken sheets to cover her bare chest, rubbing her eyes slightly, flinching as the pressure against them pushed pain into her body.

As dizziness and laze fell from her awakening mind, the room and it's darkness became clear, and she knew where she was.

"Julian?" She called the only name she knew. Not even her own was stored in the banks of her mind, nor was this foreign feeling that dwelled inside her. Her own body was unknown territory.

She wasn't born yesterday. Or was she? No, she knew that much. But in a sense, she felt as if the entire world was new.

"Yes?" A voice emerged from the darkness, with a pair of eyes that broke through the shadow.

This man was all she knew. His face was a splendor, all soft and sharp in the right places, as if sculpted from a stone of perfection. And his body was that of a God. Even in this light, she could see the muscles sculpted onto his naked torso. All of it was etched into her mind, a stand-out in the empty void of dark inside her skull.

He made her way to the side of the large bed and sat down next to her, grasping her hands gently.

"How do you feel?"

A moment, then, "Odd." She felt entirely raw, and new. Her skin itched, and her head throbbed, and her fingers trembled.

He chuckled, a rumble from deep in his throat, that was entirely pleasant. "That is to be expected."

His eyes lingered on her for a few moments, radiant with admiration, taking in with delight the finished project he had worked so long to complete.

"You look perfect, now."

He pulled her from the bed, and led her toward a full length mirror. She stumbled a bit, feeling like a kid again, just learning to walk. But soon, her muscles faintly recalled the pattern she learned so long ago, and she barely managed one foot infront of the other.

It was strange, not knowing what you look like. The girl didn't quite know what to expect. And she almost didn't want to know.

Was she ugly, a horror among society that was meant to stay locked up in a room where no one could see her horrible mutated face? She closed her eyes tight, in anticipation, unwilling to discover that she would have to hide forever.

But, she would take Julian's words.

"Open." He whispered, wanting her to see what his hard work had done.

Slowly, her eyes opened, all previous symptoms dissolving into a startling feeling, and she gazed upon a familiar stranger.

In her mind, a faint image,of a girl she once knew, dwelled. She looked like this girl, whomever she was, yet didn't. She was beautiful in every sense. Thin, but curvy in all the right places. Pale, but not overly so, though she did seem to radiate with a light that could only be described as that of the moon, which seemed a stark contrast to that of the tenebrous room. She turned slowly, to take in her entire body. Her eyes drank in the scars that swept across her back in curves and spirals, like the work of an artist gone mad. Turning back to her front, the familiar red hair, long and soft, framing her face and making her seem even paler. And that face, seemingly familiar and unchanged, though perhaps a bit more mature. But one thing that had changed the most, were the eyes she remembered. Two amazing violet orbs peered back at hers, glowing like Julian's. Eerie and unfamiliar, they seemed to tell a story.

Yet, it's beginning was unclear, as if it didn't have one. It simply started where another left off.

But she didn't know it had begun, only the beginning had been ripped from the story book.

But all of that was forgotten.

In silence, he handed her clothes. A dress, of an amethyst so deep and it's material so soft and inviting, would be the outmost layer. And it fitted her porcelain like figure perfectly, a match made in heaven.

"You're beautiful, Esther."

She exhaled softly, and stared at her reflection. "That's my name."

Again, his chuckle echoed through the room. "Of course."

His fingers went to her neck, and traced over a scar from an unknown past. "You are Esther, of course. And you are mine."

Acceptance, as her hand rested over his. An amorous glance cast through the mirror to eyes that matched, and a feeling of fervor swept over her skin.

The dress, soon discarded, along with the rest, as he welcomed her to her new life.


Again, she found herself sitting up in his bed, holding the sheet to cover her. And again she would wonder how she got here, and where she had been before.

But with a severe intensity of sudden emotion, she hesitated to say she needed none of that.

After all, who was she with no past?

Like another blinking diamond in the faceless night sky that no one knew existed amongst the thousands of forgotten names and faces.

But nameless faces and faceless names weren't there. There was nothing but Julian.

Maybe that's all there ever was..

But he knew better. He had torn her apart from limb to limb, only to put her in place again. The place she should have always been. The place next to him, where he could use her as he pleased, and never need another new pet again.

She was the perfect pupil for his plans, because he knew her heart and mind were strong enough to hold, yet easy enough to control.

She wouldn't break from use, and he could mold her like clay.

Oh yes, this will be fun.


What now?

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