Certain as the sun.
Rising in the east.
Tale as old as time.
Song as old as rhyme.
Beauty and the Beast.
The only time I got to mull over my situation with the Vampires, creatures I had forgotten about over my fifty year free, was when I was dead and the sun had risen.
I hadn't dared to talk to Paul, and with the time I'd known him, I was certain he'd lock me up and never let me out again until he'd hunted down Berlioz.
Berlioz.
The name still gave me shivers when I thought about it, and they weren't pleasurable shivers.
They were cold, icy shivers that pulled goosebumps from your skin.
The shivers that understood you were quivering in fear at the one particular thing.
In my years, I had over come all my fears.
Spiders? No problem.
Clowns? Get out of here.
But Berlioz?
Now that was one person that made me scream.
My mood darkened as I thought of the years where I had actually trusted him.
I would run around with him, going to balls, parties, conferences for the Vampires.
He would hold me closely to his side as other leaders of clans came up and congratulated him for being the only one with a Ghoul companion.
Apparently, even back then, ghouls were hard to catch, and hard to tame.
I had even shared his bed.
That thought made me growl.
So naïve.
So stupid.
I bet it was fifty years before I realised what a bastard he was.
And now, after another fifty years of blissful silence from his part, I learn to hear he was still alive. And now coming for me.
What had happened over those years?
Why now?
And what happened to Chester?
The boy who barely looked fifteen, but was over four hundred in Vampire years, my only friend.
Had Berlioz slaughtered him, when but if, he found out he was a traitor?
Like Chester would have cared.
The boy had grown up far too quickly, and had seen too much. He had even fallen in love once.
The girl, as pure as an angel, they say, and coincidently name Angelica, had not lived to become his bride.
Something terrible had happened they say.
I hadn't know what had happened.
I was in so deep of thought that when the sun finally set, I hadn't noticed and laid in bed for a minute or so before being brought back to the present by something wet pressed against my cheek.
Shrieking, I sprang up and out of bed to see a silver mutt curled up with Mesh laid on top of it. it was such a sweet sight-
Wait.
He's on my bed!
In his dog form!
Growling, I smacked Paul on his nose to wake him up then shouted doggy insults at him until he sloped away to phase. Mesh just sat there and looked innocent.
I waited until Paul came back in and Folded my arms.
O' the foldin' o' the arms!
And then started tapping my feet.
Dinnae show us the tappin' o' the feet!
O' an' the pursin' o' the lips!
Be quiet!
I mentally snarled at Third Thoughts' horrible timing at becoming something out of a book.
A book we had read at Berlioz's.
I stared fiercely at Paul who hung his head.
"I just wanted your company. I'm sorry for getting in your bed." I scoffed.
Paul looked up surprised and angrily.
"Wha-"
"I don't care about that. I care about you were a mutt in my house and got dog hair on my bed!" I frowned. It didn't seem like a good enough reason to be so angry, and yet, still, I was so angry.
Paul started to chuckle and I stared at him. I was not amused.
Paul burst out laughing, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"You- you-"
I growled and stalked out the bedroom and tithe kitchen.
I slammed a coffee cup on the counter and poured coffee, drinking it greedily.
Angry, angry, angryyy!
I chanted to myself as Paul came into my kitchen looking apologetic but like he was going to pull something.
Which, I reminded myself, I am not going to fall for.
Mesh followed Paul and stood with him. Traitorous animal.
"Don't be angry love." Paul said.
"I am."
"Please."
"I still am."
A sigh.
"What can I do?"
I thought for a moment, then smiled sweetly.
"You can get out."
"Please Invetta!"
I crossed my arms.
"I haven't done anything wrong!" He howled and I shrugged.
He crossed his arms, defiantly.
"I'm not leaving."
I paused for a moment.
"Fine. I will."
I stormed to the door and threw it open before running to the woods.
What was wrong with me?
He hadn't done anything wrong.
Berlioz.
Berlioz!
That bastard!
He ruins everything!
"Damn you!" I screamed and fisted my hair. Once again, I was lost.
"You mean me?" A cool voice called out and I swung around.
"Lorraine." I snarled.
She smirked.
"I admit, it was hard finding you." She paused, "One who is dead hasn't got much of a scent." She laughed a little and raised an eyebrow.
"Whatever you say, Backup."
She flinched, just a little, and I realised this Vamp wasn't old.
Damn, Berlioz hadn't even trained her.
"Now are you going to come quietly, or am I going to drag you? The Master only wants a word." She stretched out her hand and I scoffed.
"N-"
Lorraine flashed forward and before I could register what was happening, her hand was heading to my head.
"PAUL!"
I screamed.
It went black.
When I woke, I was sat on a chair, unbound, but in a dark room with no windows and one door I was certain was locked.
It was such a Berlioz typical scene, I almost laughed.
There was scuffling from the door and my head whipped towards it.
Bangs, groans, then the door opened.
And in stepped him.
He hadn't changed.
Still looked twenty-three with dark hair thats swept across his face and them piercing red eyes.
He still radiated with power and my eyes involuntarily widened.
After fifty years he was here, right in front of me.
Berlioz.
The only man I've ever loved.
Until, Paul.
What?
I didn't get to answer my own question as Berlioz spoke.
"My dear, it has been so long."
He strode forward and stroked my cheek. I launched myself out of the chair and to the back of the room.
"Did you have to send your little friend to get me?"
Berlioz chuckled.
"Jelous, my pet?"
I scoffed.
"Well, what do you think it was going to do? Make me come running back so you had me to screw every night instead of her? Anyway, did you tell her that you've ways wanted me, because you have haven't you. Have you ever told her she was just backup until you got me back? Ever thought of her feelings?" I was ranting, and I hadn't a clue why I cared for the redheaded vamp.
"It's true."
I was shocked. That's it?
"What?"
He sighS.
"She's only ever been something to keep me occupied. You are all I want."
What?
"I'm not common back."
Berlioz sighs.
"Stubborn. As always. I can't argue with you, you seem to have brought your mutts with you."
Berlioz takes two steps to come face to face with me and press his ice cold lips to mine, before wrapping his hand round my neck.
"The choker. It still works then?" There's a short pause. "Hmm. But I must go."
He kisses me again. It feels nothing like Paul's do, and I find myself missing him so bad it hurts.
"I need to leave you something to remember me by, until next time." His finger strokes my cheek.
Then, as quick as lightening, he takes his nails down my neck and to the bottom of stomach, going through the bit between my breasts and the middle of my stomach, leaving a set of scratches so deep I was bleeding heavily.
They looked so similar to the ones going from my shoulder to my back.
The ones he had left the first time I had tried to run away.
I screamed loudly.
He whispered fiercely.
"You may be Ghoul, and immortal, Invetta."
I shakily sobbed as pain sears down my front.
"But you still harm as easily as a mortal. But I know you won't die, so I can harm you as badly as I want. And these scratches will scar. Just like last time eh?"
He laughed at my tears.
"If you were good, I wouldn't have to do this."
I just sob in response, glaring at him through the curtain of tears I had made.
And like that he was gone.
I slumped to the ground and screamed as my wounds tingled.
There was a bang and the familiar figure ran through and growled.
"Invetta!" He roared
I groaned. He tried to move me but I screamed.
"Stay awake for me, Invetta."
My vision blurs.
"Stay awake!" He shouted.
I sighed.
The sick bastard that did this.
They'd see the scars all over my body, if they looked.
I didn't want that.
I tried to gather the strength to open my eyes but all I could manage was a flutter.
"Berlioz. . ." I sighed.
I gave into the pain, and blacked out.