April 20th

Church: Midnight Mass. "There is a Devil. Doubted by none except those who are under the influence of Satan himself." Alfred said as he walked down the aisle between the pews to the front of the church. He held up the Bible in his hand high into the air and shouted from his belly, "Living vessels of godlessness! The serpent from Eden, thou hast listened and there are witches hidden amongst us, and you people of Essex, seduced by drink and by flesh are blinded to it no more!" The congregation stood in the pews shouting in agreement with the acclaimed witch hunter. "Burn the witches! Hang 'em dead!" The cheered. "We shall cleanse Essex!" Alfred shouted confidently, holding his chin up high. "Rid of the evil that plagues us! This is our warning to Evil. We are coming for you! Let us pray." He dramatically turned to the wooden cross hanging about and crossed himself then got down onto his knees.

The rest of the spectators followed suit, crossing themselves and bowing their heads reciting the prayer of resting on God: "Oh God, most high, most glorious, the thought of thy infinite serenity cheers me, for I am toiling and moiling, troubled and distressed, but thou are forever at perfect peace. Thy designed because you no fear or care of unfulfillment, they stand fast as the eternal hills. Thy power knowers no bond, thy goodness no stint. You bring order out of confusion, and my defeaters are thy victories: The Lord God omnipotent reignite." Sitting above in the overhanging pews, Catherine sat in the shadows listening to the prayer battle cry and passionate declarations against 'witches'. Smiling to herself, Catherine felt excitement for the possibilities of play with Reverend Alfred Mather, the Puritan Witch Hunter.

He had no idea there were soulless creatures far worse than witches who walk amongst the living at night. Walking out of the midnight mass, Alfred headed to the small Inn across the town square where his seven months pregnant wife, Olga waited for him. He paused at the site where the butchered bodies of Thomas Ledger, the Duke of Essex and his wife Iduna Ledger, Duchess of Essex had been displayed for all to see. In the letters sent by his now dead friend minister Rodger Smith, he had stated that the Duke and Duchess had also recently lost their beloved daughter, Lady Catherine.

Smith described the Ledger family as extremely wealthy, as not just land, but Thomas owed most whiskey distilleries around the South of England. Thomas would arrive at church on Sunday's in an intoxicated state more frequently than not. He had described Catherine as a woman straight from the Book of Genesis; beautiful, loyal, and holy. "Reverend Mather," A sweet lithe voice tore from the stain of blood still painted on the cobblestone. He whirled around with surprise to see a devastatingly beautiful woman bathed in the moonlight standing behind him. She had long wavy blonde hair that fell neatly over one shoulder. She wore an extravagant gown of red and gold thread and a black woolen cape.

Despite the darkness, Alfred could see the brightness of her green eyes that pierced into his heart. She was voluptuous and stood with an air of grace and unbothered confidence which was curious for someone her age. "You know me?" Alfred glared at the young woman, who could be no more than 18 years old with great skepticism. She smiled sweetly. "How can I not? Is there anyone in the province who doesn't?" She says to him trying to boost his ego. "Thou art alone?" Alfred darted his blue eyes into the darkness. "No, I'm here with my Lord—His words, anyway." She says shaking her head, and holds up her bible. Alfred narrowed his gaze over her. She continued to say, "They offer great comfort in these perilous times. The Great Fire was just… devastating. I feel that there is a great unrest. I must lean on my faith in the Lord in these grim days." Her eyes never leaving his. "Is that all that you sense?" He asked her.

Catherine frowned. "Do thou not sense it?" Mather carefully eyed the young woman. "The commingling of sin, sorcery, and death? How can I fail to sense it when it consumeth our quiet little town?" The beautiful young woman took a step closer. "You can almost taste it… Satan's toxic nectar, designed to divert and disarm." Her voice softened as Alfred's breathing deepened, aroused by the delicateness of her voice. "What is thy name?" Alfred felt angered by the impurity this woman seduced him with only words. Smiling sweetly, she replied, "Cat" she tells him. "I ask you why art thou walking about in the dead of night, Miss Cat? I did not see you in the church." Alfred stared at Catherine for a moment longer.

He didn't sense impurity in her. Her soul appeared perfectly intact. But strangely, there was a looming darkness. Perhaps, this darkness was following her, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce and possess her. "There are many faces in the church" she proclaimed. "I would have seen yours." Alfred told her, trying desperately hard not to fall into the swimming depths of her green eyes. Sheepishly smiling, Catherine said, "I do enjoy the quiet, Reverend. I know it is foolish of me to walk in the night while there is evil upon us. I do ask forgiveness of my naivety." Cocking a high brow, Alfred held up his hand and waved the sign of the cross at her head. "I pray God forgiveth you," he tossed her a small forced smile. "Go home. It's late." He told her. "Of course." Catherine nodded her head and began to walk around him into the other direction when she stopped and faced him.

"Reverend?" She says to him in the most alluring voice Alfred looked at her. "Do thou believe that the evil that plagues us is only witches?" Alfred frowned at such a question. "There is no worse evil than the soulless wenches that sell themselves to Satan." he says to her. "Thou dost not believe that there are demons wearing the disguise of human flesh walking the earth?" Catherine says with a scared smile that makes her look so innocent. "Demons? My dear, Miss Cat, the only demon I can sense are the ones naked in the woods speaking in tongues." Catherine smirked. "Art thou staying at the Inn, Reverend?" She asked him. Alfred nodded. "Yes, with my wife." He states. Taking in his reply, Catherine made a mental note and tossed the Reverend a sweet smile that brightened her entire face. "I do hope that thou art right and there are no demons, except for the ones we internally battle." She politely curtsied at the well-respected man then said, "Goodnight, Reverend."

Her eyes dropped to the Bible in his hand. "I'd keep thy Bible close to thee." She says to him with a smile. Alfred held the Bible over his heart. "The words of our Lord art at each moment closeth to me." Catherine looked at him once more and turned away. She could feel the Reverend's eyes on her back, watching her walk into the shadows. Alfred suddenly felt an odd feeling that there was something during the interaction that did not settle correctly. He must ask the new minister about it in the morning, he decides and heads to the Inn.

Up on the church roof sits Amon and Andrew. "Why did she not kill him?" Amon asked. "I don't know, but she must have a plan of some sorts. Not everyone is a wild animal like you cousin." Andrew says with a smirk.

The next day at the Tavern "John!" Alfred spotted the new minister after Rodgers demised surrounded by the town's selectmen at a table in the back corner of the tavern eating breakfast with a glass of whiskey. The men at the table looked up to see Alfred approach them. Quickly, they tidied the table and pushed the bottle of whiskey behind a few objects as a poor attempt to hide their sin of drink. "I've been in search of you all morning," Alfred said and looked around at the men. His eyes lowered to the bottle of whiskey placed in front of them. "I should have realized that you would be somewhere where whiskey is severed." John chuckled. "Shall I introduce my selectmen." He asked. "Yes, but I must speak first."

Alfred took a seat at the table. "I am shocked to discover the extent of the depravity and immorality in Essex. A Puritan town. The people need a reminder of the wages of their sin." He states. "Yes, in Sunday's sermon." John began. "No." Alfred interrupted impatiently. "They need to hear the Lord's voice now. A public recitation on the commons, illustrated by the face of sin." John frowned, "The face of sin? And who shall be our face of sin?" He asked. Alfred leaned forward as if he were going to tell a secret. "I met a woman last night. I was walking across the square when she came to me from the shadows. She was not at church. She told me that she simply 'enjoyed the quiet'." John waited for the punchline to why this would be considered a great sin. "She went on to talk about demons and asked many questions about it," Alfred remembered the conversation the night before. "I sensed something unholy." he tells John. "Who was this woman? We know everyone here. We can identify her." John said, tossing his eyes around the circle table of men.

Alfred could easily picture the woman's beautiful face in his head, her long blonde hair, and bright green eyes. "She was a very beautiful voluptuous woman. Young, about 18 years old, I believe. By her clothing, I'd say, she commeth from wealth. She had long yellow hair and green eyes. She told me her name." Intrigued by the description, John asked, "What did she call herself?" he asked "Cat" he answered. The men sitting at the table's expressions paled.

They eyed each other with wide surprised eyes unsure if they heard the Reverend correctly. Alfred noticed the turn of attitude and wanted to know everything they knew. John shifted in his chair and lent forward, resting his elbows on the table when he said, "Reverend Mather, thy beautiful midnight walker, Cat. She died some months ago." Alfred sat frozen, staring at the minister. "Her given name was Lady Catherine, but she frequently went by the name, Cat. Her parents, the Duke and Duchess of Essex were the victims of a satanic ritual; where their decapitated heads were placed on spikes and their bodies drained of blood and dissected into parteth, and strategically placed in the center of the town square." Clenching his jaw together, Alfred came to the only logical conclusion. "I spoke to her. I fear she could be our witch. We must extract her immediately."

He jumped onto his feet. "Where can I find this Cat?" He asked. John shrugged and said, "The cemetery." Alfred glared at the minister. Releasing a heavy breath, John replied, "Thou can visit the Ledger estate. It's a mile walk from here." Alfred was practically out the door before John could finish his sentence.

Alfred finally reached Ledger estate, he began walking up the pathway to the stone walled castle. It was a wealthy looking home. Alfred walked to the board-and-batten made vertical boards held together with smaller horizontal battens. He stared at the door and clasped the lever of the unlocked door. Entering the darkened and lifeless home, the servants had soon left after the untimely and demonic deaths of their employers. Alfred slowly walked over the wooden floor and looked down at his boot when the floor panels creaked. Reaching into the front of his vest, Alfred took out the wooden cross hung around his neck. He walked further into the home and rounded into the sitting room. Furniture was knocked over, the interior of the home was a wreck, as if a struggle had occurred. Feeling his boots sink slightly into the floor, Alfred looked down to see that he was stepped in a soft-dry puddle of blood. "That did not take nearly as long as I anticipated." a beautiful voice is heard.

Alfred whirled around to find Catherine sitting in the dark corner holding an embroidery hoop circle in one hand and a needle with thread in the other. Her eyes were on her needlework as she spoke. "I shall say, welcome, even though you, good Reverend are intruding. I do not remember sending you an invitation to enter." She shrugged. "Very well, no use mulling about it all day. Please," she gestured to the chair at the table, "take a seat." Alfred refused. "Thou art a witch. I shall not be generous in your trial." Catherine smiled. "I'm a witch you say?" She laughed. "Thou wilt plead guilty to the practice of witchcraft. But such a plea is not sufficient to spare thy life. I want names of others in thy coven." He demanded.

Continuing her embroidery art, Catherine chuckled lightly, "My dear Reverend, I must protest. I am guilty of many things; Taking the lives of my beloved parents or the other'victims I've maliciously slaughtered in these last few months, but witchcraft?" Catherine's smile widened. "I am no witch. I do not dance in the woods nude nor did I sell my soul to the Devil himself for power." she explained with a sinister smile. "Then what art thou? A Devil worshiper?" He asked. Catherine grinned at the hard and determined expression on Alfred's face. "Oh, I am much worse. I am something you've never seen before. You think you know what's to come, what you are. A man of God." Her eyes dropped to the cross necklace around the Reverend's neck. "God will not protect you, Reverend." Alfred reached out his hand and gripped it around Catherine's elbow. "Thou wilt go on trial and I will hang you." He demanded. "I suggest if thou hast attachment to that hand of thine, thou wilt remove it at once." She tells him quite calmly.

The hand around Catherine's elbow tightened. Catherine put her hand on the Reverend's chest and shoved him backwards only using a small fraction of her supernatural strength. He flew back and slammed into the china cabinet, shattering it to pieces. Alfred winced in pain and lifted his blue eyes to Catherine as she walked closer to him. She crouched down to his eye level and gently held his chin with her forefinger and thumb. Catherine leaned in closer and smiled softly, "Oh, my dear Alfred Mather, we have not yet begun." In a frightened shock, Alfred watched Catherine's beautiful hypnotic features shift into her true demonic face. Her green eyes were golden and dilated. Her brows had disappeared into ridges. She flashed her fangs into a smile.

Alfred's eyes widened large, never having seen anything like it before. Catherine pressed her lips against his. The Reverend felt sick to his stomach. He could taste the evil inside this demon. There was nothing good inside her blackened dead heart. Breaking the kiss, Catherine stood tall and fixed the long black gloves over her hands and pulled up to cover her forearms. She took the black closed back umbrella also placed on the table and began to walk away from the Reverend, frozen in terror. Before Catherine departed, she looked back at the Reverend and asked, "Doeth Mrs Mather like honey tea?" She laughed out. "Stay away from my wife, demon." Alfred commanded through gritted teeth.

Catherine smacked her lips together and said, "I'll take that as yes." With a wicked smile on her face. "You and I are going to have a confrontation," Alfred said. Catherine paused at the doorway and looked back at the God-fearing man and smiled sweetly, "Count on it." She walked away leaving Alfred injured and still on the ground. He struggled to shift onto his knees and crossed himself to pray, "My Lord, you must do all and encourage me to live not in careless neglect of God. The Devil hath made a dreadful knot of witches and demons in this country, and, by the help of demons in the guise of beautiful flesh, it hath increased that knot. Oh, children, thy children, be afraid and go not prayer-less to your bed lest the Devil be your bedfellow."

Up on top of the stairs overlooking the whole thing is Amon and Andrew. "She likes to play games cousin." Amon says with a smile. "How long do you think she can keep playing with him Ben?" Andrew asks. Amon just looks down at the reverend. "I wouldn't want to guess." He replied.

June 15th

Months have passed since the day Alfred discovered demons walk the earth alongside the witches. Catherine was the embodiment of that evil as she terrorized the county of Essex. Vlad proudly stood in the background watching his Childe wreak chaos and spark a mad witch and demon hunt. Alfred Mather and his men in the clergy have hung twenty-seven young women and eleven young men in the last months suspected of witchery or hiding their demonic faces.

Catherine enjoyed watching cracks of the great Reverend Alfred Mather expose itself to the point of insanity. She lurked in the shadows only appearing to him, he was breaking apart consumed by paranoia. She left him gifts of body parts and internal organs. Which Amon thought would be a great idea, and she loved it. His mental stableness tilted when he discovered his wife, Olga had afternoon tea with the demon herself. Catherine had easy access into his room and to his wife. He blessed the Inn room every day and night to keep out the demon stalking him.

At night, Alfred and a mob of men searched high and low for the demon he's since learned is Pulchra Creaturae. It was only when Catherine purposely exposed herself to Alfred. He jumped at the chance to capture her. Men threw themselves over her, pinning her down onto the ground as they tied tight ropes around her wrists. Catherine laughed as they kicked her with the toe of their boots. They dragged her into the church and bound her into a wooden throne-like chair. Catherine sat in the chair with disinterest and the clergymen surrounded her. They prayed to God. Her eyes were on Alfred as he walked up from the back of the pews with a leather bag in hand. He set the bag down and opened it revealing the torture devices inside.

Alfred took a bottle of Holy Water and splashed it over Catherine's face, this did nothing to her except make her mad because her face was wet. He removed the cross necklace from around his neck and pressed it against her chest, over her once beating heart. Catherine started laughing "did thy just wanted an excuse to feel thy breast reverend Mather?" She asked him with a smile. John watched, horrified as Alfred then took out a device of four sharp 'claws'. Catherine knew this tool, 'the Iron Spider'. She had seen it in one of the castle rooms Vlad took his victims to torture them.

More often than not, Catherine was invited to the torture sessions. Vlad guided her hand, which often sparked arousal, which never went unfulfilled. Catherine shown that she had a great talent for torture. "God almighty, art thou going to do?" John began. "Extract the demon inside this creature. Yes, that is precisely what I shall do with this." Alfred replied and Catherine smiled gleefully which angered Alfred tremendously. He backhanded her across the face. "I can see before my eyes the whore of Babylon." He punched her again. "Your dark ling glow burns brighteneth than ever, demon."

His fists pounded into Catherine's body repeatedly. "Foolish man!" Catherine sinisterly laughed through the pain of her sore stomach from the constant punching. "You thought that this," she looked around herself at the men, church, and the alignment torture devices, "would be my undoing?" she laughed out. "Silence, demon!" Alfred in splashed Holy Water on Catherine's, only angering her more for wetting her. He opened the book in his hand and read: "In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints. And powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacketh and deceits of the Devil. God ariseth; His enemies are scattered and those who hate Him flee before Him. As smoke is driven away, so are they driven; as wax melteth before the fireth, so the wicked perish at the presence of God." Catherine laughed, "How exciting! Strap me in a chair in the house of the Lord with thy lackey's, fists, and a bag filled with goodies, thus ending my reign as supreme. My dear Reverend, I am disappointed. I thought we knew each other better than that." She says with an evil smile. "Behold the Cross of the Lord," Alfred held the wooden cross into Catherine's face.

She looked in amused. "Flee bands of enemies. The Lion of the tribe of Juda, the offspring of David, hath conquered." Rolling her eyes with an amused smile, Catherine shook her head. "An exorcism will not work, my dear Reverend." She tells him. Alfred continued to pray from the open book in his hand: "May thy mercy, Lord, descend upon us. As great as our hope in Thee. We drive you from us, whoever you may be, unclean spiriteth, all satanic powers, all infernal invaders, all wicked legions,vassemblies and sects. In the Name and by thy power of Our Lord Jesus Christ, may you be snatched away and driven from the Church of God and from the souls made to the image and likeness of God and redeemed by the Precious Blood of the Divine Lamb."

Catherine bit her bottom lip with a girlish grin. "I shall share with you a little secret that you and thy fanatical Puritan followers have sought in vain to vanquish the evil in this world. I could not have possibly stopped you, as you were doing such a fine job of spilling innocent blood by the buckets! Look at what's become of this quiet little town. Cowering in their houses, boarding up the windows, smearing that foul herb in the doorways. You'd think something evil and vile, and monstrous had taken to terrorizing this town and everyone in it. When really, it was you, you are the beast that dwells within." She laughed "You know nothing, creature!" Alfred drew out the dagger in his belt and stabbed Catherine into the stomach with it.

Catherine laughed and headbutted him in the nose. Alfred staggered back, holding a hand over his bleeding nose. "We beseech Thee to hear us!" Sighing heavily, Catherine rolled her eyes. "Enough of this nonsense." She easily ripped off the restraints around her wrists and ankles. The men surrounding her attacked with their weapons of pitchforks and knives. Catherine grabbed one charging her. She spun him around, wrapping her hands around his face and twisted his neck to break. Another two men swung their swords at her. Catherine caught their wrists and forced them to stab each other. Catherine then ripped out the swords from their bodies and sliced the sharp blade over their chests, killing them.

Catherine tossed away the swords and waited for the next few men to attack her. In the corner of her eye, she could see Alfred slowly back away to escape. Catherine smiled and watched him retreat, leaving the men he had rallied together alone with the demon that would certainly kill them. Dropping the final body onto the ground leaving the church in a bloodbath state, Catherine looked over to the corner to see the new minister John on his hands and knees praying to the Lord to be saved. Catherine walked over to him and thought for a moment of turning him into her minion, but then decided against it. She already turned Bartholomew into a minion and she doesn't want to turn anyone else, because making another minion would take her away from her Vlad. Which she doesn't want, it's bad enough sharing him with Amon and Andrew.

Vlad had told her about the three sisters living in his castle in Transylvania, Catherine made it a note to stake those whores as soon as she stepped into the castle. Vlad wouldn't mourn the loss now that he had his Princess. Crouching by the minister, Catherine looked up to the cross hanging over their heads and looked at the middle-aged man. His eyes were wide and tearful as he prayed to be saved from the demon. He yelped in terror as her beautiful features changed. "Lord have mercy on my soul." he prays. "Sorry, John, this is where our time together comes to an end. I have much bigger loose ends to tighten." Catherine's hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of John's graying long hair. She pulled him to her and buried her fangs into the side of his neck and drained the blood from his body.

Running into the Inn in the dead of night, Alfred shoved the patrons in his way and ran up the stairs to his room where he had been staying for the last two months. He threw open the door, "Olga! Olga!" Alfred ran into the two other rooms for his pregnant wife, but she was not here. "Olga?" Petrified for her safety, Alfred ran his fingers through his dark hair in a panic. Creak! The sound of the floorboard creaking startled the witch hunter. He whirled around in a fright to see a tall built handsome man standing over him.

His piercing dark blue eyes stared straight at him and his darkened features made him appear menacing. Amon swung the back of his fist across Alfred's head knocking him out cold from the supernatural force behind the punch. He stared at the unconscious man at his feet. Amon and Catherine have been stalking and terrorizing him and the entire City of London these past months. This is the man that caused such great fuss? He wondered.

Earlier, Catherine had shared her plan with him, Vlad and Andrew, that she'd put herself as bait for Alfred to capture and attempt to torture. Vlad immediately disagreed with the plan in fear Alfred would finally realize what sort of demons they were and stake his beloved Childe. Catherine confidently assured him that Alfred Mather was a fool. He would never know. She had been right. Amon placed a hand on Mather's shoulder, and they vanished in a blur of motion.

Hours Later Ledger estate: Unknown Room Opening his eyes with a mind-numbing headache, Alfred sucked in a shallow breath, lifting his heavy head that hung low. He gasped coming back to consciousness and felt a kink in his head tighten. His eyes darted around the candlelit room in a panic, he could almost hear his rapidly beating heart. "Alfred?" He heard, Alfred looked across the dimly lit room and saw his wife bound to a chair. "Olga," he to his feet and raced over to her when he fell flat onto his stomach.

Alfred turned around and looked down at the tight shackle around his dirty bare feet. "She's coming," Olga frantically whispered. "She's coming." Alfred's eyes widened just as the door opened and Catherine entered into the dark room. She looked down at Alfred, sprawled on his stomach, "Oh, you're finally awake." She said with an eerie amount of enthusiasm. "I worried my brother had hurt you too much." Catherine reached out a hand to tenderly run her fingers through the Reverend's hair when he jumped back and crawled far away from her. "Where art thou running to, foolish man?" Catherine laughed. "Monster, unholy creature of the Devil himself." Alfred clenched his hands together and prayed in Latin.

Calmly, Catherine stepped over to him and crouched before him. She looked up at the ceiling waiting for God to unleash his wrath upon her but nothing came. She turned her eyes downward to Alfred. "Where is this God you pray to?" Alfred continued to pray. "These last months have been quite a journey for you and me. When I am done with you, my dearest Alfred, my name will be on everyone's lips. And you," she reached out a hand, touching his cheek, "you will always be mine." The pads of her fingers tenderly touched his lips. "You'll always be in the dark with me. Thou wilt leave this place, and you will go on praying to your God and hanging innocent girls that look like me convinced that they are the embodiment of evil and thou wilt see my face. Wherever thou art in the world, thou wilt see me." Catherine stood up tall and walked over to the wall of weapons.

She took a thin blade knife from the hook on the tall and faced the Mather's. "Our time together is nearing its end, I fear." Catherine said, eyeing the knife in-between her hands. "I shall do something of worth for you. A reward if thou wilt. A reward of thy godliness and perseverance. You came into this town and cleansed it of its unholy undoings. I praise you for thy accomplishment." Her face morphed into her vampiric features. "Get away from her! Olga! Demon, get away from my wife!" Alfred shouted as Catherine walked over to Olga and stabbed her into the chest with the knife.

Olga cried out in pain "Olga!" Alfred shouted. Catherine pulled out the knife and slid the blade of the knife around Olga's pregnant belly. Stabbing the woman again with the knife, Catherine tore open the poor woman's stomach and pulled out the baby by its fragile leg. She took the knife from Olga's chest and sliced it across the woman's throat killing her. "Olga!" Alfred sobbed. "My Lord, save thy wife in her hour of need. Take her soul and cherish it by thy side. Forgive me, my God, that I failed her so. I could not rid the earth of this Evil, she who weareth a face of beauty." Dangling the baby by its leg, Catherine walked over to Alfred as he prayed to God to have mercy on them. "And when you leave this place, my dearest Alfred, thou wilt always be reminded of the evils you've ministered as your failures. You could not kill me nor could you save thy wife. Thou wilt pray for forgiveness which will never come. Thou wilt pray to the God I stood before and laughed in his face." She tossed Alfred's bloody crying baby still attached to its mother by the umbilical cord. "Blessed be in Our Father's name. Amen." Catherine changed back into her human disguise.

Her hand launched out and tightly grabbed the Reverend by the chin and forced a kiss upon his lips. Alfred's stomach churned feeling sick to his stomach. He could feel the evil in her kiss and taste the blood that coated her lips, she pushed him away and stood tall and reached into the small pocket of her gown taking out a skeleton key. She tossed it at Alfred's feet and stepped back into the shadows leaving the broken man with his premature bloody baby and his dead wife. His sobs could be heard outside the closed door and down the hallow hallway that seemed to have stretched for miles.

December 25th 1667

Ledger estate, Vlad sat in the study with Andrew waiting for his two Childer to return, drinking a glass of rum which Amon had given him for Christmas, Amon had slaughtered the entire Royal Navy vessel just for the rum, said that it called to the negro in him, which brought a smile to Vlad face and also made Andrew laugh. Amon was very violent in his kills and when he tortured people, where his beautiful Catherine was very calm and collected with her kills and very artistic when it came to torture. "This rum is magnificent master". Andrew says to Vlad. "That it is my Childe, how come you didn't go out with Amon and Catherine?" Vlad asked. "I've already hunted this evening and thought I might train a little before dawn." Andrew states.

Vlad was very impressed with Andrew as he is an excellent fighter, when he is a master, Vlad believes that not many vampires will be able to handle him, not even a hunter if they cross his path. But Vlad favors Amon and Catherine over Andrew and even though Andrew is a fledgling, Vlad treats him as a minion or a slave, something he promised he wouldn't do to him.

On the other side of Essex Amon and Catherine where very drunk and laughing and joking at the massacre that they just did, body's lie on the floor bits of human flesh scattered the walls, Amon was trying to get something out of his teeth while using a baby toe. "So Benny boy why dose thy always rip thy victims apart" she says with a drunken giggle. "Its kind of like my signature Cat, I don't always do it, sometimes I just drink to feed". Amon says to her with a slight smirk. "There is no art to thy kills, it's just straight up violent, but it does get me wet watching you do it" Catherine says with desire in her voice. "I aim to please Lady Catherine" Amon says with a chuckle.

She links Amons arm, and they begin to stagger back to the Ledger estate. When they walk in rather drunk, "did you two have fun?" Vlad asks. "Yes sire" they say in unison then fall about laughing. "She's a true artist sire" Amon compliments Catherine. "Benny boy is truly Wicked and violent, thank you for letting us have this night to our selves". Catherine says with a smile. "Benny boy?" Vlad says with amusement in his voice. "My name for Benjamin or Amon sire, I think thou likes it" she says with a giggle. This also makes Andrew laugh. "Benny boy I love it Catherine, don't you cousin." Andrew says with a smile. "I actually don't mind it." He replied and puts his arm around Catherine's waste. Vlad sees this and instantly doesn't like that Amon is touching her just below her beautiful breasts. "Let's retire to bed my dear, Amon I'm glad you had fun with my Catherine, we will see you tomorrow" Vlad says.

Amon watches them go to bed, Andrew walks over and puts his arm around Amon. "Come Benny boy let's drink some more of this beautiful rum." Andrew says. Andrew can tell that Amon wanted Catherine tonight, but in nearly a year his sire will not share, with either of his boys. They both wouldn't mind getting in-between her thighs for a night. They walk into the study to drink some more rum.

Up in Catherine's bedroom, Vlad is slowly taking off Catherine's dress, she has her back to his chest, he begins kissing her neck, something Catherine enjoys when he does it, when the dress is loose, he pulls it from her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. Catherine steps out of it and Vlad's hands grace up her flat toned stomach to her large plump breasts, he cups them and begins pinching her nipples, this makes Catherine moan as he's still kissing her neck. "All fours on the bed my Pulchra Creaturae." Vlad commands her, Catherine does as she's told. She hears Amon shouting at Andrew and she smiles. Vlad gets to his knees and grabs Catherine's big juicy ass, and begins licking her arsehole which makes her moan, she bends farther forward and lifts her ass higher for him, her juices begin leaking from her pussy, he begins lapping at her pussy and suckling at her clit, she moans louder "oh Vlad don't stop, it's so fucking good AHH YES!" She screams out he just smiles and carries on licking and suckling at her pussy and arsehole, bringing her to new heights of pleasure.

Over the next few hours all that can be heard is the sounds of Catherine and Vlad fucking vibrating through the castle. Catherine has her hands on Vlad's shins as she's in reverse cowgirl position just bouncing and slamming down on Vlad's big white cock, well she thinks it's big as she has nothing to compare it to, it goes from the tip of her middle finger and just past her wrist, he's just a bit fatter than her index and middle finger together. She can feel Vlad about to come, and she's so close. They scream out and come together then curl up into each other's arms and drift off to sleep all the while Catherine was thinking what it would be like to be with Benny boy.