Heaven tastes like Sin
A/N: Now we are in the point of the story where things start to fall into place. Here is the meeting with Paige. Enjoy.
Chapter 2: Under the mask
Medea braced her hands on the map in front of her, gazing squarely at Bower Lake where Reaver's Mansion stood in a miniature form. "So, your saying that he throws a masquerade party and that's how we are going to get in?"
"It is."
"All right where's my costume?"
"Right here Princess." A man said as he presented her with the costume.
Medea took it from him and laid it out on the table. "You can not expect me to wear this. It's hideous!" she cried.
"Medea, we can not exactly have you walking into Reaver's mansion in your normal princess dress." Walter said, slightly irritated.
Medea glared, "fine, but I will be back once I fix this horrid outcry of a dress." She said as she disappeared and looked at Jasper.
"Ah young miss, lovely to see you."
"Jasper, look at this dress! It's hideous!" Medea cried as she tossed the costume at him. "They expect me to wear that monstrosity of a dress!"
Jasper sighed under his breath as he took the dress and walked over to her and took her arm in his hand. "Come now young miss. Let's fix this dress shall we?" He said as he lead her into the dressing room and put the dress on a manikin and looked at it up and down. "What colors would you like my lady?"
Medea sniffed as she whipped at her eyes. "Black and red." She said with a pout.
"Of course my lady." Jasper said as he set to work fixing the dress.
About an hour later he was finished and Medea was twirling in the mirror. "Oh Jasper it is so much better!" She cried as she applied her makeup and spun around to face him. "How do I look?"
"Absolutely stunning young mistress." He said, meaning it since she looked like a dark version of her mother, but still equally beautiful. "Now then, shall you be needing your weapons?"
"My gun probably." She said. Jasper nodded as he held out the gun for her and she picked it up, running her hand over the slick barrel of the gun. "Come Beaute Mortell," she whispered to the gun, "it's time to have some fun." She gave Jasper a chilling smile before she disappeared.
Paige stood in her costume pacing the grounds of the mansion. "Where is that pampered bitch?"
"Watch who you say things about." Medea snapped as she appeared in front of her.
Paige gaped at the princess, stunned by her beauty. She quickly sobered up. "Put on your mask you dumb ass. No one can see your face since you and your brother are damned near identical."
Medea rolled her eyes. "Bitch."
"Prissy ass cunt."
Medea cut her a deadly glare as she put on her mask and readjusted her hat. "Let's go. I'm eager to meet Reaver."
Paige felt a chill in her bones as she watched the Princess walk up the stairs to the mansion. They knocked on the door and were greeted by a creepy looking man, who's cheeks were flushed with alcohol.
"You 'ere for the party?" The man hiccupped.
Medea curled her lip, "ugh, what a disgusting little man."
He smirked at her, "well you are quite the treat. Mastah Reaver musta called you here for the party. It's right through here." He said as he lead them through the house, that was littered with bodies, no one could tell if they were dead or not.
Paige walked close to the Princess, "look at these bodies…"
Medea shrugged, "so what? They must have partied to hard."
"Aye they did." The man said. "Ah, here we are. Mastah Reaver is right through here." He said opening the door.
Paige and Medea walked in to see a man in a cage. "That's one of my men!" Paige cried.
"Ah, you claim this vagabond? Well now I know who wanted to crash my party. How rude." Reaver laughed as he raised the cage. "Now then my darling guests, since the amusement has arrived, the party will really begin." He said. "Come, play my game. If you live…well that's highly unlikely." He said pulling a lever and the two women watched the clock like things spin on the wall.
They battled long and hard, for Reaver's amusement and Paige was finally getting tired. After their last fight Paige fell to her knees panting hard, "I can't fight anymore."
Medea laughed as she bounced around, "This is just to fun! What's next?"
"How do you have that energy?"
The princess smirked. "Because I am not a lazy bum like you."
"Why you little bitch! I'll show you lazy!" Paige scrambled to her feet and was ready to take out Medea when they heard a terrible roar. "Did you hear that?"
"Balverines!" Medea yelled as she shot one of the bastards who tried to jump over Paige. Another tackled her to the ground, coming out of her blind spot. "Fuck I can't see anything in this mask!" She snarled as she rolled away from the beast and ripped off the mask and the hat, letting her long flowing hair falling around her and her eyes blazing with blue fire.
Reaver stopped as he looked at her and smirked. "Leave the pretty one alive, do what you will with the other."
The fight raged hard, and Medea felt her strength draining, Paige had already been knocked clean out and Medea felt herself knocked into a wall by a monster. She slid to the ground and sat there panting as she tried to regain her breath and her fight.
"Enough!" Reaver called as he walked up to her a few menservants walking behind him, waiting on their orders. He knelt down in front of her and took her face in his hands. "My, my if you aren't the spitting image of your mother. So much different than the last time I saw you."
"So it is you. I remember you when I was little, when you came to see my brother."
Reaver smiled at her, "such a good memory." He smirked as he knocked her out cold and waved for his menservants to take the other woman away and toss her outside. He gazed at the princess and with longing he hadn't felt in years. She looked identical to Kate in every way. Her hair was no longer dark but a fine shade of silvery blonde, just as Kate's had done when he first met her. And her eyes were the same shade of blue only the princess's held a dark fire that Kate's lacked. He smiled as he picked her up, and he noticed that she smelled different than her mother, of corruption and blood, and it set his own blood aflame with desire. He smirked to himself as he took her to his privet chambers and waited for her to wake up.
A/N: There ya go! Hope you like it.