Chapter Seven.
It felt like an eternity now yet it had only been ten days. Ten days she had been away. Four days to get there and six days to return back to the Millfields. Even though she wanted to see her father so much now, Angeline stopped off at her own home on the way. The girl cleaned herself up, the bruises over her arms and neck were fading but it was obvious that she had fallen and received quite a bit of damage whilst in Wraithmarsh. Angeline dressed after a well needed bath, back into one of her dresses. She rarely wore trousers for they were for men, and she was a nobleman's daughter, so she was required to wear elegant woman's clothes. As she got ready, the girl strode towards the satchel. The seal was still inside it. The power it beheld with the Shadow Court was unbelievable, she didn't know how such a thing as small as the seal could bear such a connection with something so dark and menacing. Angeline wondered what would happen if the seal was lost, or if it was broken. Would Reaver's deal be up? Would he be forced to watch himself grow old like everybody else? Would he have his immortality taken away? How would the Shadow Court react? They were all pressing questions that she wanted the answers for, but right now she had to deliver it back to the man himself, and get her father.
Upon leaving her home, Angeline soon made it towards the Lake View Manor. She hadn't noticed him stood on one of the upper floors with his top hat, overcoat and cane as per usual, watching the girl return with his precious Dark Seal. Angeline hesitated at the huge wooden doors, but knocked anyway five times with a clenched fist. Within a few seconds, the door was answered by the man himself. "Ah, my dearest. You have returned. Still bearing that young beauty," the horrid smirk was quickly visible on his pristine face. He looked much more youthful than ten days ago yet only slightly. "The seal?" he held his black gloved palm out for her to place the seal in. Dubiously, the girl slipped her hand into the satchel and took it out before forcefully planting it into his hand, making no difference whatsoever because he didn't budge. Reaver nodded, slipping the seal into his white overcoat pocket beside the holster for his DragonStomper .48. "Where's my father?" Angeline demanded. "Oh, but right this way, my treasure," the ex pirate stepped aside, turning to let her walk into his home. It was still a mess from the notorious he had held little over ten days ago. The girl waited for a second, before Reaver slowly and casually led the way to her father by stepping up the stairs, his white coat draping behind him. Angeline couldn't see the smirk on his face, the one she so wanted to just wipe right off with another clean punch to the jaw. Reaver approached the door and turned the doorknob twice before he lightly pushed the door open, his slender self stepping in just after Angeline had rushed in. Reaver chuckled slyly; she had fallen right into his trap, his fiendish trap. The man closed the door before him. Another door stood before a grand balcony, of which the girl rushed out towards. There was a cage of which had a man inside, her father. What she didn't realize was Reaver's deceiving plot. He breezily took off his top hat and set it aside his cane, and slipped off his elegant white overcoat before he strode towards the balcony, leaving the door open behind him. Angeline seemed like she was attempting to find a way down to the cage which hung to the bottom floor. "Excited, I see," Reaver teased rather harshly as Angeline hurried down the winding steps towards the cage. The key only lay on the floor in front of the barred gate of the front. She bolted towards it and picked it up, instantly unlocking the large door of the cave. The girl was oblivious.
"Father!" she exclaimed happily, running into the cage and hugging the man. He didn't make a sound, "Oh, you don't know the things I've been through just to get you back, father. I missed you," she hugged him tight, yet no voice occurred at all. Reaver was silent and merely stood atop the balcony, watching down with interest painted on a pale youthful face. The only sound which was then heard was a deep growl that managed to rumble through the metal of the cage. Angeline opened one eye, "Father? You haven't said a word... Are you alright?" she pulled away for a second, looking at him. It was him making the growling sound. Angeline grew frightened and stepped back tripping on the metal bar on the bottom of the cage and falling down once again. That wasn't her father, oh no. She knew when the snarls grew louder and the figure began to shift. That was a damned balverine. When she saw the creature's stubbed face and vicious teeth displayed right at her, waiting to attack, she let out a high pitched scream of terror. Angeline scurried up onto her feet and raced towards the stairs, scrabbling up them as quick as her legs could carry, tripping evey so few steps. The balverine gave a rugged bellow from it's ratchety throat, dipping it's head back to give an almighty howl. Angeline managed to reach the top of the staircase and hide behind the first thing she saw.
Reaver.
A smirk on his face as usual, he made no objection of the young lady running towards him. Since it was for her protection, and since he had set this little facade up for his own entertainment and benefit, he decided he should get some more out of it. "What's the matter dear? Is it the silly little balverine that's frightening you? Is that it?" he pouted, only watching as the balverine staggered up the winding staircase towards them. Angeline hid behind his tall figure, a hand on the monster's arm, peering past at the animal charging towards them, "Just kill the thing already! Shoot it!" the girl's voice began to raise once again like it had in the Shadow Court six days ago. "Oh, such a pity my little sweet. All he wants is a hug from his pretty little daughter," Reaver made no attempt in moving. The door to the room behind them was closed so they, most likely Angeline, couldn't escape. Since he wouldn't shoot the animal, and since she had nowhere to run, Angeline attempted to grab his beloved and cherished DragonStomper .48. Reaver merely caught her hand, stopping her from doing so within an instant. "Ah, ah, ah. That belongs to me, so don't touch," he pried her fingers from the golden handle of the pistol, forcing her to return her own hand to her side. "Reaver, just kill it! Please!" she screamed out as the balverine neared still, saliva dripping from his gruesome nostrils and fangs. "Please!" she begged. "Is that begging I hear?" Reaver retorted with a quirky grin. "Kill it!" Angeline shrieked. "You remember our deal, correct? You take the seal to the Shadow Court, and I'll grant your father's freedom?" his voice was still as venomous as ever. "Yes, yes, I remember!" Angeline called back despite he was only beside her. "I'm afraid I'll have to add another favour to that deal, Angeline. The offer I pressed to you ten days ago, I hope you have reconsidered, no?"
"Yes! Reaver, just, please! Kill it, please!"
Within a split second, the Hero of Skill pulled his pistol from the holster that was strapped to his left, and before a flash of lightning could react, the barrel was aimed directly at the balverine's face. Only a few seconds later did the creature slowly begin to slide down from the wall, it's blood staining the wood. Since he had his back to Angeline, he couldn't see the girl. She took this opportunity to attempt to sneak away, moving silently towards the door and trying to undo the lock on the doorknob. Reaver turned around as he heard a squeak. "Our bargain isn't over yet, you know," he informed her as he impressively twirled the pistol back into it's holster with an unnatural ease. "You still have to fulfill your part of the deal, and you know what that means," a smirk stretched upon his face. Angeline managed to open the door and scurry through, yet she was grabbed once again by the man. He silently kicked the door shut with his boot. It automatically locked. Angeline attempted to pull away once again. This was all a trick he had planted on her. Reaver didn't let her escape or pull away, grabbing both her wrists and pushing her up against the wall strongly. His lips brushed past her ear once again, "You didn't realize," he murmured in her ear. The heat tickled Angeline, making her shiver, "Because you tricked me," she replied back nearby his ear, shutting her sapphire blue eyes once she felt kisses trailing along her jawline towards her mouth, crashing hard. Reaver pulled away for a mere second, "That's who I am," he mumbled, getting back to kissing. Angeline twitched, feeling the adrenaline rush inside of her like flames, like a spreading forest fire. It raged towards her stomach and overcame her with a wave of guilt, yet she couldn't escape this pleasure. His grip on the girl's wrists tightened violently, having her telling him to stop, yet he didn't. Once he was into his game then he just kept going. Instead, Reaver let his hands trail between her shoulder blades and begin to untie the shimmering black ribbon that bound her corset together, like the first time, which he failed. Angeline gave a soft breath from her pastel lips and let her hands rest over his arms as he untied the corset, giving bite marks over her neck at the same time and rather harshly at that. The girl gave a quiet painful cry due to the slight bruises that dappled her pale skin across her arms and neck. "Don't," her lips muttered almost voicelessly, yet he didn't stop. Most of the pleasure he received through successfully bedding people was causing them pain, which he was proud of.
Only seconds later did her garment fall to the ground, Angeline arched her back due to the freedom of the corset from her waist and chest and craned forth her neck, beginning to deliver the same bites and kisses towards Reaver's neck as he had to her. In the meantime he hurried himself by sliding off his waistcoat and shirt, until his chest was bare. Angeline managed to run her hands over his back. He was cold like ice, it sent shivers down her spine just thinking, before she dug her nails in a little deeper once she found her back was warm and softened by the bed. Still the kisses kept going, undressing both still. As much as she hated the man, she couldn't overcome her guilty pleasure. Angeline didn't know if her father was still alive, or whether he was dead, or if he was the balverine. She had no idea, yet Reaver had pulled her life into such turmoil and trouble. He had brought her to losing her only family member, which made her feel sorrow. He had her unconditionally kill a young girl just to retain his own youth without her knowing, making her feel disgraced with herself. And finally the fact that he was screwing her senseless starting from this very moment, she felt guilt, but guilty pleasure. Angeline held her hands onto his shoulders, feeling him tense inside with every violent push. So this was what Reaver was waiting for all along? The man drove her to the extremes just to have sex with her, was that it? He was a terrible man indeed, did he not feel any remorse or regret? Of course he did. From that very day he traded Oakvale for eternal youth and immortality, having lost everybody, he couldn't keep living with the guilt, could he? If he did then he would carry it with him for the rest of his life as long as he continued to sacrifice innocent youths to sustain his own. For a man once afraid of death he sure had a saddening backstory.
A while had passed now, still thrusting into the girl rather aggressively now, to reach the second height of pleasure. From moving with him, Angeline's energy had almost drained totally now yet he was still going. She gave a quiet gasp of pleasure once the delectable delight was reached and once she heard him give a quiet moan of sheer felicity. Reaver let his head softly lay against her chest; he could hear Angeline's heart racing along like thunder and her breathing quick and paced. A sly smirk appeared once again on his face, reaching forth to trail kisses over her chest and abdomen whilst she was utterly worn out. The girl twitched as a few fingers traced over the pale skin that covered her ribs, causing her to arch her back once again. Reaver had pulled her into such a feat of sleeping with him, the masterful ex pirate. He had surely demonstrated why he was the Hero of Skill indeed. Leaning back forth again, lips softly clashed once more, tongues exploring each other's mouths. Reaver delighted at the feeling of her chest against his, and the fact he was on the top. Angeline ran her fingers through his messy black hair, not understanding why she had denied herself something so 'temptingly exquisite' earlier on. But now... Now she had just ruined herself. This was wrong. She shouldn't have gone along with it. Both collapsed from exhaust now, Reaver rolling to her side, laying on his back, dark eyes staring up at the ceiling of the bedroom. Within an instant, he heard the girl's breathing slow down to a relaxed pace, finding that she was now fast asleep. Reaver himself just sighed. Even though he adored the pleasure of adrenaline and lust rushing through his body at an alarming rate whilst screwing the brains out of the other person, he had no sense of love any more. That was taken away from him a long time ago. Now his only 'love' stood for money.