October 6th 1671

Bolton England, a portal opens up into a field next to a beautiful farm house, Catherine and Amon step out of the portal, carrying what looks to be presents. Amon turns to the woman on the other side of the portal "that will be all Jade, thy will summon you when we wish to leave." He tells the pretty brunette witch with a flirtatious smirk. Jade bows with a smile on her face and closes the portal.

Catherine links Amon's arm, and they head towards the farm. "Thy is so nervous, thy hope she likes what we've got her." Catherine says in a nervous tone. "Why you are so bothered about this annoying child that we can't even eat I'll never know." He tells her. Catherine slaps his chest. "Don't talk like that about our daughter Benny boy." she tells him. "Our so-called daughter as you put it, is scared of us, I'm not feeling the love." He tells her with a smile. Catherine just glares at him.

When they reach the front door they enter and are greeted by 5 magicals, 3 women and two men and a beautiful little red haired girl who is running around the house yelling that she's 5 today at the top of her voice. "Adele enough!" Amon yells. Adele sees him and Catherine and fear crawls up her spine she bows her head "sorry father I'm just excited that I'm five and thy is a big girl now." She says with a smile Amon nods at her and goes to speak to the magicals about Adele, as he doesn't like children and much prefer to hear about her progress.

Leaving Catherine and the child Adele who was gifted to them by Lucifer last year after they helped out in Salem, according to Lucifer she is to be very powerful. Catherine puts the presents down "come have a look what thy has got you for thy birthday my sunshine." Catherine tells her. Adele looks at Catherine rather scared "I'm scared." She tells her with sadness in her voice. Catherine walks over to Adele and bends down and looks her in the eyes. "You are my daughter and most favorite person in the whole world, there's no need to be scared of me or your father we would never hurt you my darling." Catherine tells her with tears in her eyes.

Catherine has never felt this much love in her whole life not even towards her parents, but Adele brings it out of her, Adele's little hand reaches up and wipes her tears "I'm sorry mother I'm just being silly, don't cry." Adele tells her and puts her arms around Catherine in a warm embrace. Catherine leans back and kisses Adele's forehead, then wipes her eyes "would thy like to see what we've brought you my darling?" Catherine asked Adele nodded with a beaming smile over the next few hours Adele had opened all her gifts and was playing with her dolls house which is an exact replica of the Ledger estate.

Amon walks in with two glasses of rum and hands one to Catherine. "Does thy like thy gifts sunshine?" Amon asked her with a grin. "Yes father I love them, especially this house of yours and mother's, it'll be like we are never apart." She says with a smile. "That's great sweetheart, does thy remember what you wanted for thy birthday?" Amon asked her. "Yes father, thy asked for a pretty horse, but I'm happy with all this." She tells him. "Well your father and I have two more gifts for thee, would you like them?" Catherine asked smiling then takes a sip of her rum. "Yes please mother." Adele says excitedly while jumping up and down.

Catherine pulls out a solid gold necklace in the shape of a heart it says sunshine on it. Catherine put's it on her, Adele loves it and hugs Catherine. Amon walks over and picks Adele up in a warm embrace and takes her outside where a young horse is waiting for her. Adele's squeals of excitement could be heard all over Bolton. They stay for another hour then they have to leave as they know Vlad will get suspicious, they're glad that they told Andrew as he helps run interference so Catherine and Amon can go see Adele.

They arrive back in Yorkshire late afternoon as they can only see Adele during the day as Vlad would definitely notice something. "Well that was fun, I'm going to go for a nap before we go and meet Prince Leon tonight." Amon says sarcastically. Just as Amon is about to enter the manor, Catherine grabs his shoulder, he turns around to her "can thy ask you a question?" She asked him, he looks at her and smiles "if the next words are fuck my brains out with your monster cock, I'll have to decline as I value my life over bedding the most beautiful woman on the earth." Amon says smirking and strokes her cheek with his knuckles, she slaps his hand away with a glare. "No you stupid fuck, do you like all the fame that we are getting?" She asked him with a smile.

Amon giggles "like you, I come from money, so I'm used to people falling over themselves to please me. But I honestly don't care what people think of me, your opinion as my best friend is all that matters to me fat ass." He says with a smile, and walks away laughing, Catherine runs and jumps on his back and drags him to the floor and Amon lands face first on the solid floor. "Thou dost not have a fat ass you prick." She says and walks off leaving Amon laying on the floor laughing holding his now sore head.

May 9th 1674

Madrid Spain Amon has been annoying Catherine more and more lately, like now, Amon has sneaked into Catherine and Vlad's room while they were sleeping and decided to tie there long hair together in several places, then he sneaks back out without being spotted. Once out on the landing Andrew is standing there waiting for him laughing. "This reminds me of the time when we were children, and we put spiders in an apple and gave it to Lady Carly, she would have killed us if she caught us." Andrew says to him while chuckling, this makes Amon laugh. "That was funny, but what about the time I pissed on Jasmine." Amon laughs out. "Christopher Ledger and Antony Higgins didn't think you could do it." Andrew giggled at the memory. "She hated Antony for setting her hair on fire, but we are definitely getting punished for this." Amon laughed. "It was Adele's Idea to tie her mother's hair as Catherine made Adele cut hers as it was too long."

Amon laughed out then heads downstairs not wanting to be here when they awake. "Where is thy going cousin?" Andrew asked giggling. "Oh I'm leaving cousin, I ain't staying here for when they wake up, I'm crazy but not that crazy." Amon says and carries on walking downstairs to the front door. "Wait what about me, the sun is still up?" Andrew asked as it's just dawned on him that he's about to take the heat for this, Amon just smiles and holds his daylight ring up to him and points at it "you don't have one of these, that's a shame maybe you shouldn't beat the shit out of me. FUCKING HELL! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ANDREW?" Amon shouts at the top of his voice and makes it outside into the sun where only Catherine can follow.

He hears a scream which makes him laugh as he knows Vlad will just cut his hair to save Catherine's, but Catherine will have to cut chunks of her hair as he's tied her to the bed as well. Andrew has run to the front door, but he can't leave as the sunlight is burning him, Amon is just sat outside on the steps smiling at him. He's played a prank on his cousin, best friend and sire all at once, then he looks down at his clothes then looks at Andrew with a smirk "those are my clothes Benny." Andrew states. "You are right, can't go leaving my scent in there room can I. I'll be in the barn when you need me, I left a cute little red haired little girl in there waiting for me." He says and begins walking towards the barn, as the front door is in shadows Andrew looks towards the barn and sees Adele waving at him with a handful of clothes and a big smile on her face. Andrew just shakes his head and waves back at her, and has to laugh because he's about to get a bad beating off Vlad, and he's going to let Catherine torture him and in the few years that she's been a vampire she's wonderful at torture.

Amon has got dressed and Andrew's clothes have disappeared, Adele opens a portal, and they walk through it. In the next instance Andrew feels a powerful hand on the back of his neck, and he's being lifted and his neck being snapped. Vlad lets the body drop to the floor and Catherine comes up behind him completely naked and her hair chopped at different lengths, she's in her vampire face as she's absolutely raging, she looks down at Andrew. "Benny boy did this, and he's forced Andrew to take the heat for it." Catherine states. Vlad turns and looks at her as she grabs a coat and begins walking outside into the sunlight. She can smell Andrew's fresh scent leading outside, heading towards the barn as she gets closer she picks up her daughter's scent.

Then it dawns on her, she closes her eyes and concentrates "Adele sweetheart, did you help your father, cut mummy's hair?" She asked rather calmly. "Maybe." She giggled back. "Don't take it out on Adele it was just a prank, Adele will fix thy hair, won't you sunshine?" He says, Catherine can hear the smirk. "I'll get you back for this Benjamin Aspinall." She tells him. "Oh shit you full named me, you must be mad, my aunties and grandmother did that when I was child." Amon says laughing. "You bet thy ass I am, I'm going to get you back Benny boy." She says to him. "Oh the prank war is on fat ass." Amon tells her, all Catherine can hear is Adele giggling with her cute laugh. "Thy does not have a fat ass, Adele sweetheart fix mummy's hair, or you'll be punished." Catherine tells her.

In the next moment all Catherine's hair begins fixing itself, she looks down and noticed that it's all grown back, so she heads back towards the manor with a scowl on her face as she has to think of something to get Amon back with, when she walks through the door, Vlad is standing in just a pair of undershorts and Andrew's body is gone, Vlad is just staring at her with a confused look on his face. "Your hair?" Vlad says "yes I had Amon get Jade to fix it sire." Catherine says with a smile at her lie, she begins to get aroused looking at Vlad's chiseled pale chest. "No my darling, your hair." He points at it trying to not laugh. She runs to a mirror and looks at her hair, all the top of her head looks like a rainbow has fallen on her head, as she has a spiral rainbow on the top of her head, she sees it and screams.

October 21st 1679

Birmingham England, Catherine is walking through the streets just after sunset A young girl of about 9 or 10 with dark hair covered with a thin cotton bonnet played in the green grass with her dolls, oblivious that the sun is just about to set. From the shadows, Catherine stepped out. She wore a magnificent gown of black lace and dark maroon paisley patterns, pearls embroidered down the seam of the bodice.

She wore a long black velvet cape with a hood covering her luscious blonde hair. "It's not safe for a young girl to be out here all alone." Catherine's voice startled the young girl sitting on the grass. The girl stared up at Catherine with large brown eyes never having seen any woman so beautiful before. The women in her town were quite plain looking, and they worked hard all day, but this beautiful stranger looked like royalty. "I'm not alone, I have my dollies." The girl said with a squeaky voice and a cute little smile. Catherine smiled sweetly crouched to the girl's eye level. "What is thy name?" Catherine asked her sweetly. "Clare," she replied. "Clare." Catherine repeated the girl's name and softly smiled. "Beautiful name. May I have the honor of escorting you home, Miss Clare? I know I wouldn't like my little girl out on her own in the dark of night." Catherine states. "What is thy little girl called?" Young Clare asked. "She's called Adele, and she has beautiful long red hair, and the most adorable cheeks that I just want to pinch." Catherine tells the child. Nodding her head with excited enthusiasm, Clare began to stand when she took notice of the necklace around Catherine's neck.

"I like thy necklace," Clare touched the black choker necklace wrapped around Catherine's neck with a ruby hanging down. "I cannot wait until I am old enough to wear such expensive things." Catherine responded with only a smile as she held out her hand for the girl to take. Wrapping her hand around the woman's, Clare's gaze snapped up to Catherine's. "Thy hand is cold." She says to Catherine. "I suspect autumn nights are becoming cooler." Catherine says to her. Clare took pause for a moment thinking Catherine's response over. With an adorable smile, Clare accepted Catherine's hand to lead her home. Arriving at Clare's home. Catherine watched as the girl removed her hand from hers and sprinted up to the front door. In the large main window, Catherine could see a rugged handsome looking man. By the black stains of his hands, Catherine presumed that he was a blacksmith.

Walking from the back entryway, a woman with dark hair pinned up and off of her neck carried a bowl of food to place on the dinner table. Catherine smirked when she saw another child run from a different room and into the dinning room. He was younger than Clare, perhaps five or six years old. The boy was handsome who would no doubt grow to be as strapping as his father. "Are you coming in?" Clare asked from the front door. Catherine nodded and walked over to the girl. She watched the child walk into her home.

Catherine hung back, waiting patiently for an invitation, something that the humans believe. They believe that an unholy creature can't enter a family dwelling, "how silly and misguided humans are, to believe such nonsense" Catherine thinks to herself. "Come in Miss and meet my parents!" Clare exclaimed. From the dining room having heard his daughter's voice, Timothy Robinson stepped into the foyer to see a very attractive woman whose station was far above the Robimson family. "Clare, what did I tell you about inviting strange people into the house?" His brows pinched together in confusion, but he bowed his head as a sign of respect realizing a member of the wealthier class was in his home. "Clare, who is this?" He asked looking at his daughter. "She walked me home. She's a Princess, Papa. She speaketh the King's English." Blue eyes shot to Catherine's face in shock.

He quickly bowed his head as a sign of respect. Catherine smiled with amusement. "I'm afraid thy daughter hath quite an imagination. I am not a Princess." She tells him with a smile, even though she was a Princess. "My girl doth have an active imagination indeed." He stepped closer to her and bowed his head again, "I'm Timothy Robinson" He tells her. "Timothy?" His wife stepped into the foyer to see who had been at the door. Caroline Robinson bit back her surprise to see a beautiful woman standing in her home.

She felt a pang of jealousy, catching the starry-eyed look on her husband's face. "Who is this?" Catherine politely smiled at the woman, she would never curtsy to someone that was of a lower class than her. "Excuse me, Mrs Robinson I am afraid I've lost my manners. I am Lady Catherine Mason I was walking home when I saw thy daughter playing by herself and thought it was unsafe to be left alone in the night." Catherine giving her new name as the Ledger's are well known, Amon goes by Benjamin Mason now as well, as the Aspinwall's are still well known, and they don't want to bring unwanted attention to themselves. Timothy smirked. "Very considerate of you, milady. Thank you for thy thoughtful kindness."

Caroline watched the soft exchange of smiles between the beautiful woman and her husband. She cleared her throat breaking the small moment between the pair. "I shall leave you to thy evening." Catherine began to turn away when Timothy took another step closer to stop her. "Why don't you stay for supper? There is plenty of food." He glanced back at his wife, ignoring the glaring look on her face. Timothy turned back to Catherine and waited for her reply. Kindly, Catherine smiled, "I do appreciate your kind offer, but I must be going. We'll see each other again soon, I'm sure of it." She began to walk to the door when Clare called out to her. "Goodbye Lady Catherine!" Catherine looked over her shoulder at the girl and smiled "Goodbye, Miss Clare." Her eyes then fell to the young boy standing against Timothy's legs. She tossed the child a half-smile and a wink before turning away to exit.

Outside on the street Catherine sees Amon waiting for her. She can instantly sense that something is wrong, she walks over to him and links his arm. "What is wrong Ben?" She asked him. "It's Adele, she's good and honest." He tells her. Catherine seems confused. "Isn't that a good thing Benny boy?" She asked him. "No it's not, me and you are making a name for ourselves, how would it look if the legendary pair had a good witch by there side, people will think that we've been soft." He says to her.

They walk down an alley way and Catherine stops and looks at him. "What are you suggesting? We rape and defile her, because I really don't want to hurt her." Catherine tells him. "No we'll start off slow, we'll whip her when we punish her and also starve her of a sexual release, and for what we deem good behavior, we'll pleasure her and make the whipping fun." He tells her. She looks at him and can't believe that he wants to do this to their daughter, then it dawns on her that Adele could be her masterpiece of her mental torture. "I love it, but I'm in charge, I don't want to hurt her, just fracture her mind slightly, if you were to do it, she'd hate us and eventually try to kill us, with me in charge she'll still love us." She tells him with confidence.

Amon grabs her and pins her to the wall and begins kissing her passionately he puts his hands up her dress and cups her ass and lifts her up, she instantly wraps her legs around his waist never braking the kissing, he pulls back and begins kissing her neck, Catherine moans out and grabs his head and pulls him back to her lips, her tongue is instantly in his mouth both there tongues wrestling for dominance. Amon pulls back, and he's smirking, ever since they've come back from Salem they've been kissing a lot, but it's never gone any further than just kissing. "I knew thou could count on you fat ass." He tells her with a smile, knowing full well how good she is when it comes to mental and physical torture she seems to have no equal in such a short time as a vampire and still only a fledgling.

When it comes to one person Catherine is the best but Amon seems to be able to cause widespread panic without drawing unwanted attention to himself. Catherine looks at him and smiles, put's her hands on his shoulders, lifts herself up and headbutts him square in the nose, there's an instant crunch noise, Amon stumbles back and puts his hand to his nose. Catherine drops to the floor and looks at him "thou dost not have a fat ass Benny boy." She tells him and turns on her heels to leave the alley way. "I think that thou broken my nose." He muffles out, then starts giggling and this sets Catherine off. She turns to him "I'll deal with Adele after I've finished with my new friends the Robinson's if that's ok with you Benny boy?" She says, he nods and walks off in the opposite direction to her, chuckling to himself.

About a week or so later, Catherine has stalked the young Robinson family. She had been studying their every movement. She knew when they came and went and who their friends were. Catherine gathered as much information as possible before she began her attack on the unsuspecting family. She had followed Timothy Robinson from the shadows in a beautiful white gown and watched as he entered the cemetery holding a wooden pointed stake in his hand. "He hunts us." Andrew appeared behind Catherine with Amon not far behind. "I can see that Andrew." she said with sarcasm dripping into her words. "Oh Andrew's upset fat ass, your in trouble now." Amon says giggling, Catherine can smell the drink on him. So she ignores him and looks at Andrew. "I've been watching him ever closely. He's quite accomplished for only a mortal." she tells him.

"Just be careful, because if you die, I'm left looking after this idiot." He points behind him to Amon who is flicking between his human and vampire face very quickly, this makes Catherine giggle as it looks so funny. "Ben behave." She says through chuckles, Amon ignores her and just carries on and starts putting his hands In front of himself like they are claws. Andrew just throws his hands up in the air and walks off. "I told you that I could make him walk away from us without speaking to him." He says with a smirk. "Fine you win, I'll take the dive, so you can punch Andrew in our next sparring match." She says with some fear in her voice. He kisses her cheek "good girl Catherine, who's a good girl." He speaks like he's talking to a dog and walks away, so she can carry on with her latest conquest.

Catherine watched as Robinson fought a fledgling vampire that had just crawled up from the ground, starved for blood. Timothy's fighting technique was adequate to be considered 'skilled'. Cocking a highbrow, Catherine smirked as Timothy crossed himself before staking the vampire to dust. Right then she knew how to proceed with her plan of destruction. Catherine swirls round and vanished into the night. Catching the end of the strange vanishing act, Timothy whirled around to see a what can only be described as a white blur slowly disappear from his vision. His brows pinched together in confusion and searched the darkness for any more vampires. 4 Nights Later at the Cemetery flipping the vampire over his back, Timothy whirled around taking out the stake from his belt and fired a punch into the demon's face, forcing it to stagger back.

He then grabbed the vampire by the shoulders and kneed it hard into his stomach. Catherine stood in the shadows watching the fight with a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth Timothy Robinson was an impressive fighter, despite his lack of supernatural strength. Throwing the vampire down onto the ground with a hard thud, Timothy sucker punched the vampire into the face. He stepped back as the vampire got back to his feed and threw a series of punches that Timothy easily dodged. Grabbing the vampire by the front of the shirt, Timothy buried the wooden stake into the demon's heart.

The vampire combusted into a cloud of dust. Satisfied with his hunt, Timothy began to walk away when Catherine emerged from behind the gravestones. "Very impressive hunt." She says clapping. Timothy whirled around to see the woman from a few nights ago standing behind him. She wore a stylish black and dark purple gown, exuding her superior status of wealth. Her long yellow flowing hair was pushed back and neatly styled into a thick braid that hung over one shoulder. "It's you, excuse me, milady," Timothy said, bowing his head. "You should not be here, ma'am, it's very dangerous at night." he says to her. "Why? Because of the vampires?" She says as she walks towards him. Timothy's eyes widened. "You know of the beasts?" He asked. "Know of them? Sir," her beautiful features shifted into her demonic true face, "I'm one of them." She tells him with a smile. Timothy gripped the stake in his hand tightly. "You, you're her, Lady Catherine. Pulchra Creaturae." He says.

Word of the massacre in Essex that had the famous witch hunter, Reverend Alfred Mather run out of town. The growing legend from the last twelve years of the demonic monster had spread quickly through England, Europe, and across the Atlantic to the Americas. Strings of garlic hung at people's doors, crucifixes were nailed to every wall inside the home in fear of Pulchra Creaturae and her husband Lord Amon, as they are always seen together. Catherine and Amon thought that it was amusing. "Please, Lord, I beg of thee. Give me the strength to defeat this abomination." Timothy prayed and readied for his attack on the infamous vampire. "Abomination?" Catherine pretended to be hurt by his words. "Name calling doesn't suit you, Timothy. In a flash, Catherine had Timothy back pinned against the mausoleum. One hand pressed against his chest and the other wrapped around his wrist holding the stake.

Catherine's vampires feature morphed to her human disguise. She looked at him with bright green seductive eyes. "Thou wilt not win this fight, my sweet Timmy." she spoke only inches from his mouth. Feeling hatred for the demon, Timothy could not fight the wanting desire to have her. The softness of her voice and the floral scent of her skin made his head spin with arousing desire. She felt his breath hit her face as she inched even closer—teasing him. "I can feel it," Catherine whispered, dropping her eyes to his mouth. She could hear his heart quicken and the blood in his veins pulsing. Her hand gently slid down his chest, falling closer to his hardening cock. "Your hunger" her delicate voice was hypnotic. "Your desire" she opened her eyes and looked back to his face. His eyes were closed. She could see the internal struggle within him, trying desperately not to fall into his lust. "Timothy." Breaking his grappling hold over himself, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her close, capturing her mouth in an eager kiss.

His tongue swept into her mouth and felt a chill shoot straight down his spine by her coolness. Unable to stop the desire that had come over him, he continued to kiss her passionately. Grinning into the kiss, Catherine happily obliged him with this amorous kiss. In the rapture of his desires, he failed to realize her features shift. His hand cupped her cheek and did not register the ridges of her demonic face. It was only when she purposefully cut his tongue with the tip of her fang, Timothy regained his sanity and shoved Catherine away. His breath was heavy with a mixture of arousal, fear, and anger for her sinister seduction.

Catherine grinned and licked the blood on her tongue around her lips. "Tsk, tsk, thy God will not look down upon you fondly for this, my sweet Timmy. I hope for thy sake, he is as merciful as he is in the good book." She says to him. "My Lord will give me forgiveness." He says to her angrily. "He might, but will thy beautiful family?" Timothy angrily took a step towards. "You stay away from them, demon." He ordered with a growling grovel voice. Catherine smiled and shifted her features. "I do not take threats kindly, my sweet Timmy. I'd be careful of what you say to me, or I will take everything that you love, and I'll force you to bury them into the ground." She turned away threatened by the demon hunter tightly gripping the stake in his hand. "Keep thy loved ones close."

2 Nights Later, She knew Timothy Robinson would be on the hunt for her. Catherine had sent him on a wild goose chase to find her. The night before her, Amon, Andrew and Vlad had turned a handful of young women about her age and with golden yellow hair. She knew Timothy was not going to wait for her to bring the fight. But she did enjoy his guilt. He felt guilty for kissing another woman, breaking his vow to God to be faithful to his wife and his disgust for falling into the seduction of evil. It was time to heighten the stakes. She wanted to hurt him. Walking up to the familiar house Catherine had visited nearly a week ago. She knew that Caroline would be more welcoming in the daylight hours.

Catherine raised her black gloved hand and gently knocked on the door. A minute passed when the front door opened. "Hello, Clare," Catherine greeted and unleashed a bright and kind smile. Awkwardly, Sarah shifted onto her feet, avoiding eye contact with the sweet woman she had met only nights before. "Lady Catherine it's so good to see you again." Clare tells her. "And you as well, my dear girl. Is your mummy home?" Catherine asked. Clare nodded. "Good, we shall have a cup of tea together. All of us." Clare stepped aside and took Catherine's outstretched hand as she entered the home.

On the other side of town, Timothy walked out from the woods after chasing a blonde haired vampiress in a magnificent gown. He met with the men he had gathered to hunt for the blonde vampire threatening his family. "Was it her?" One of the men carrying a torch asked. Timothy shook his head, "It was not. This is the fifth vampire tonight with yellow hair. Pulchra Creaturae is out there." He angrily rubbed a hand over his face. "Where? We've searched the perimeter and found no sign of the Pulchra Creaturae." Another man said, frustrated by the lack of results from the nightly search to find the vampire terrorizing the town. "This is beginning to be Essex Massacre all over again, Timothy. You've talked to her. Where would she be?" Timothy paced back and forth racking his brain to where the infamous vampire would be if she wasn't already lurking in the shadows. He lifted his head and a wave of fear masked his face. "Caroline…" on a hunch, Timothy jumped, mounting his horse and raced back into the center of town into the direction of his home. Sitting together at a small table, Caroline reached across the table and poured Catherine another cup of tea.

Picking up the teacup, Catherine shifted her gaze over to Clare sitting closely beside her. The young girl mimicked Catherine's every move, wanting to be gracefully elegant at the sweet beautiful stranger that had walked her home. "Lady Catherine. How long will you be in town far?" She asked Catherine sipped the tea and said, "I have business to attend to first, but I shan't be staying long." She sat back and eyed Mrs Robinson for a long moment. Furthermore, she tilted her head slightly to the side and said, "Thy husband kissed me." The glass clinked when Caroline nearly dropped it onto the saucer. Clare sat in her seat staring up at Catherine with wide and confused eyes. "He was quite forceful, I must add." Catherine felt gleeful of Caroline's shocked horror. "He caught me as I was leaving the dress shop, and he pulled me into an alleyway. He held me against the wall and kissed me." She lied.

Caroline sat frozen with a disbelieving look on her face. Catherine smirked. "He tasted like strawberries. His tongue was moist against mine and his breath felt hot as it touched my skin. He moaned my name as his hands covered my breasts." She sipped the tea in her hand. "Clare, go upstairs." Caroline found her voice, Clare shifted to leave when Catherine's hand shot out and gently laid on the girl's knee. "Please, stay. I have much more to tell you." She says. "That is quite enough, milady. You may leave my home at once." Caroline threw the napkin on her lap down and stood from the table, holding her hands on her hips. "Do you not want to know what his cock felt like as it poked into my belly? How doth his cock feel when he's inside you, Mrs Robinson?" Furious, Caroline glared at the vampiress and commanded, "That is quite enough! This is a house of God! What you speak of is sinful. Get out of my house this instant, ma'am. Thou art no longer welcome here." Unbothered, Catherine sat back in the chair.

She dropped her eyes to Sarah sitting beside her. The young girl looked confused and sad by Catherine's foul-mouth display. "Sit down, Mrs Robinson." Catherine looked up at the woman under her long lashes. "You are wearing yourself out." Caroline felt a chill of dread shoot down her spine. There was a look of true evil that glistened in Catherine's green eyes glare as she said her calmly spoken command. Slowly, Caroline sat back down in the chair and with shaky hands, she picked up the teacup. Sharing a look with Clare, Caroline brought the tea to her lips and took a sip. She wanted to vomit as fear built inside her.

Clare shifted her gaze from her mother to Catherine. "Would you like a biscuit, Clare?" Catherine offered the girl a plate of biscuits. Nervously, Clare shook her head. For the first time since meeting the beautiful stranger, she could also sense something inhuman in her new friend.

Slamming into the front door of his home, Timothy raced inside carrying a crossbow in hand. At first glance there was nothing out of sorts with his home. Not a figurine out of place. Stepping through the kitchen, it was still warm from the meal cooked over the fire. Cocking back the spring clip, Timothy slowly walked into the next room, the parlor room, and he paused mid-step to see his wife, his sweet Caroline sitting limp in the chair. The back of her head fell against the wall. Two bite marks left on her neck. Her eyes were wide open and blank. There was no life in her.

Timothy felt his heart break in his chest. He crossed himself and whispered a prayer asking for forgiveness. It was then he noticed two other tea cups left half drank on the table with Caroline. Refocusing himself, Timothy needed to find his children. He hoped to God they were left unharmed. He walked up the stairs to the first door onto his right, Clare's bedroom. Hesitantly, his hand shook terrified of what was behind the bedroom door. Working up every ounce of courage he had left, Timothy turned the doorknob and cautiously pushed open the door. In the darkness of the bedroom which was dimly lit by the moon shining into the bedroom from the window, Timothy's breathed a sigh of relief to see his daughter under the covers in bed.

He walked over to her so thankful that God had protected his daughter from the dreaded monster, Catherine Ledger. As he got closer to the bed something was terribly wrong, Timothy discovered. He pushed the dark hair covering over Clare's face and felt his stomach churn and jump into his throat. Her dark brown eyes were wide open and lifeless. His lip quivered as the tears stung his eyes. Unable to stand, Timothy sat down on the edge of the bed and sobbed into his hands. Without thought his hand rested over Clare's dead body when he noticed her body was abnormally cushioned.

He stopped his sobs and reached to the top of the blanket that was up to Clare's neck and pulled it down. Timothy's eyes widened and vomit clogged in his throat to discover the vampire monstrosity, Pulchra Creaturae had decapitated his daughter and used the feather pillows in the place of her body. Jumping up from the bed, Timothy cried out to God and wept. It was then, he noticed Clare's body placed neatly on the corner chair with her favorite doll under her arm. Walking backwards out of the room, Timothy vomited on the floor as he reached the hallway.

The last door on the left ripped open. The youngest member of the Robinson family, Timothy Jr ran out of the bedroom with a starving growl. Shaking his head, Timothy cried for his son, now a vampire. "Papa!" Timothy Jr squealed and sprinted towards him flashing his fangs. Heartbroken, Timothy raised the crossbow in his hand, "Please, forgive me, my boy." He fired the arrow hitting the six-year-old directly into the heart. Timothy Jr's body combusted into a cloud of dust just as he reached Timothy. Falling to his knees, Timothy cried into his hands, mourning the loss of his family.