July 10th 1730
Pireas Greece, Catherine is relaxing writing in her diary naked in her garden at her home as she needed to buy a home in Greece because she loved going to Helen's home, but she started complaining that she was always naked and always had beautiful tanned skin. Catherine just believes that she's jealous, so she bought her own sunny home as Amon hasn't bought one otherwise she'd use his instead of using her own money. "Lady Catherine, the Queen and Princess are here to see you." Bartholomew tells her from the shadows inside the house.
Catherine puts down her diary and grabs her silk kimono and puts it on as this is the first time meeting the Princess and wants to make a good impression on the potential Queen. "Send them outside Bartholomew please." She says "very good milady." He says back and Lilith and what can only be described as Indian Goddess walk out into the sunlight, Lilith in a green toga, that hugs her curves and shows off her breasts beautifully. The Princess is wearing a light blue toga, which compliments her beauty, and it's a lot shorter than Lilith's, the Queen's goes to her ankles, but the Princesses goes to her knees.
Catherine offers them to sit down at the table overlooking the sea, Catherine pours them a glass of blood Greek wine, and they all sit down. "Catherine this is my daughter Princess Ameerah." Lilith tells her. "It's a pleasure to meet you Princess, Vlad said that you was beautiful, but I wasn't expecting you to be this beautiful." Catherine says her. "You are to kind Lady Catherine, and the stories of the legendary Pulchra Creaturae don't do you justice. I'm looking forward to seeing your artistic skills." Ameerah says with a smile. "I'd like that very much. But what brings you two to see me Lilly?" Catherine asked rather confused as the Queen doesn't make House calls. "We've come to congratulate you on killing sir Johnathan Benson as he's been a pain in the supernatural's ass for over a century. We'd love for you to come traveling with us." Lilith tells her with a proud smile.
Catherine takes a sip of her drink and is quite shocked at what she's just been asked. "You wish me to travel with you indefinitely my Queen?" Catherine asked. Lilith just starts laughing and shakes her head "of course not my darling, for as long as you wish, if it's a week a month a year or decades it's entirely up to you." Lilith tells her. "Wow, thank you this is an amazing offer my Queen, and I'd love to join you. But may I ask why you wish me to travel with you?" Catherine asked. "I wish to spend time with you because I wish for you to be my sword come the End of Days Catherine." She says to her.
Catherine is shocked at this news as it would be a great honor to be Lilith's right hand. "Are you sure my Queen as there are more experienced vampires than me." Catherine says. "That is correct but the things that you have done in just over sixty years is unheard of for someone so young. I very much doubt that any vampire comes close to you." Lilith tells her with a loving smile. "Seriously Lady Catherine, you've killed four Hunters, and you killed the King of the wolves and killing an Alpha is not easy as if I remember correctly my brother Silas got a beating off an Alpha, and he was over a thousand years old at the time." Ameerah tells her with a chuckle.
Lycoan had several sons but he only had four sons and one daughter after he was turned into a werewolf. They are all Alphas and so are there children, Alexander was Lycoan's eldest son and rightful King after his father. Alexander gave his siblings part of the world, he got Europe, one brother got the North American, the other got south, the last brother got Aisa. His sister was killed after she gave birth to Caspian. He's the Wolf which hates Sebastian's coven.
Catherine smiled at the compliment as most people make out Amon is better than her, it felt nice to be recognized for her talents and not her beauty. "Thank Princess that means a lot, as most people make out Amon is better than me, when he hasn't done anything. Don't get me wrong I love my brother and trust him more than anyone on earth, but I honestly don't know how he's famous." Catherine laughed out. "If you fucked him Catherine you might disagree with what you just said." Lilith laughs out, earning a look from Ameerah. "If Benny boy is only famous for being a great shag, then the vampire community is surely fucked. Good job a woman rules us and not a stupid man." Catherine says
"here, here Cat. That's the best thing that I ever heard." Ameerah cheers and holds up her glass and Lilith and Catherine do the same "to women ruling the world." Catherine says and Ameerah and Lilith repeat it before clinking glasses. "Don't worry Cat, Ben is not my shield. As I want a woman by my side as I don't trust a man, even though I know Amon would do a great job, I just trust women more." Lilith tells her the takes a sip of her wine. "I need you to know that if Amon ever becomes a Prince, I'll be by his side as he's my best friend and I wouldn't want to be standing next to anyone else." Catherine tells her. "I absolutely respect that Cat, and I'm fine with that. But why do you think that Amon will become a Prince?" Lilith asked. "With Marcus dead, and Vlad now the Prince, it's only a matter of time before Richard kills him, and he makes himself Prince and then Ben will kill Richard. A blind person can see it coming." Catherine says.
"She does have a point mother and didn't Lucy say that Amon said that he was framed." Ameerah says. "That she did daughter and I agree with you Catherine, Richard is not to be trusted especially if he's sided with Judas. I told Silas that it would be a mistake making him a vampire. But like most children they think that they know better." Lilith tells her. "Oh! You don't need to tell me, Adele has a habit of not listening." Catherine giggled. "I do to listen mother." Adele says as she walks outside laughing she's followed by a rather large slave man.
The man bows his head, Catherine can sense great power coming from this man. "Lady Catherine it's an honor to meet you. I'm Heka, best friend to Princess Ameerah." He says and takes her hand and kisses it. His name confuses her as she's heard of an Egyptian God of the same name. Heka can see her trying to work something out. "Are you a God?" Catherine asked. As she sensed great power coming from him.
They all laugh at Catherine's innocent question. "By human standards yes I am. I'm what you would call a descendant of the primodials the original Gods of the universe." Heka tells her. Catherine's mind is going crazy as she has so many questions. "I have so many questions but the main one is how are you two friends?" Catherine asked.
This shocks them all as most people wish to know what is a primordial, what did he mean original Gods. "Long before the great flood, the Gods walked amongst us and we worshipped them. I was a high priestess to the Goddess Hathor and like the story of Medusa I was raped and left for dead by the God Set." She tells her. "I found her and turned her into a vampire." Lilith says. "I heard what Set had done and so I helped Lilith and Ameerah destroy him. As punishment by Ra I was stripped of my Godhood and expelled from my home. We've been friends ever since." Heka tells Catherine. They talk and drink well into the night and all five of them are intoxicated.
March 9th 1735
Marbella Spain Catherine and Ameerah are walking through the streets late afternoon as Catherine wants to show the Princess something. "Seriously Cat, I'm missing out on a foot rub and a very cute Spanish man, tied up waiting for me to entertain him." Ameerah says to her. "Pedro will still be there in half hour Princess." Catherine tells her then they walk around a corner and a male and female who look like they have some money are walking hand in hand, and they are accompanied by two guards. "They are amazing Cat, I'll take the guards, you can have the couple. Love feels awful in my mouth." Ameerah tells her. "No Princess the young man throwing a bucket out of the tavern doors." She tells her. Ameerah smells the air, and she makes a slight moaning noise. "He smells yummy, I've only smelt something close to that once, but that was nearly a century ago."
Ameerah says then starts to think about Amon. "He's a Hunter, he's called Matthew, he's a Vampire Hunter, and he reminds me of my brother Richard and my sister Persephone, if they could have children, this is what I expect him to look like." Catherine tells her as she eyes the skinny looking teenage boy who can be no older than 18. "Is this your next Hunter Cat?" Ameerah asked. "Yes he is, I've been watching him for weeks now, he's not as powerful as Johnathan Benson, but he's got a lot of potential to be great, and because he reminds me of people I'm going to take my time with this one."
Catherine tells her as a sick twisted smile comes on her face which even gives the Princess a chill. "You really don't like Hunters do you?" Ameerah asked as they walk past the Hunter and smile at him and wave, they have a little girlish giggle when he waved back, when they leave his sight and begin making their way back home "I fucking hate Hunters, it's the thing I hate most on this earth. I also hate being lied to." Catherine says with venom in her voice. "So for instance if your best friend in the whole world Amon decided to become a Hunter what would you do?" Ameerah asked as she loves to see how people react to things on the spot. "Amon is a vampire, so he stays a vampire or turns to dust, he can't become a Hunter." Catherine tells her.
As they make it through the door of there home Catherine is about to walk upstairs for a bath and to get ready for a fight with Matthew. Ameerah doesn't move "he can become a Hunter if he was to drink the waters of Shangri la." Ameerah tells her. Catherine stops on the steps and turns round. "If a vampire was to drink the waters, they become a Hunter?" Catherine asked. Ameerah claps her hands and minions come out of everywhere, she tells them to get Lady Catherine's bath ready and to make sure her battle gear is cleaned and placed out on her bed. "The waters are a cure, but you have to want it, or it's just water. It takes away the monster and leaves the human, you get to keep all your abilities and no bloodlust, but you feel guilt for your crimes. It would take a vampire of great will power to do that."
Ameerah tells her as they make their way to Catherine's room, where minions begin getting Catherine undressed. "I take it that most vampires would kill themselves with the guilt?" Catherine asked. Ameerah just eyes up Catherine's beautiful naked body and follows her into the bathroom. "Yes they do, so to answer my question what would you do Cat?" Ameerah asked. "I'd kill him, as my hate out ways my love for him and I really do love him. For him to take the cure is an act of betrayal to me." Catherine tells her with conviction.
Ameerah liking the answer as she never sensed any lie coming from her. "I'll let you bathe in peace, have fun tonight Cat, can't wait to hear about it tomorrow." Ameerah says with a smile and walks off to her room to go play with her mortal Pedro. Catherine just lays in the hot water thinking about what Ameerah has just told her.
She concentrates and a portal opens and Adele walks out, sees her mother and strips off and climbs in the very large bath with her. "Is everything ok mother?" Adele asked. Catherine gets a picture of water and pours it over Adele's her and begins combing it. "Have you ever heard of the water's of Shangri la?" Catherine asked, once she is happy that she's got all the knots out she begins putting a big plat in her hair. "Yes it's supposed to be the vampire cure." Adele says, just enjoying her mother playing with her hair, it's something Catherine would do for hours when Adele was a child, in one swift motion Catherine has Adele by the throat and has her pinned to the tub. "Why did you not tell me of this cure? You fucking knew Felix took it." Catherine screams at her in full vampire face. "You never asked mother." Adele laughed out.
Catherine just let's go of her. "Where is it?" Catherine demanded. Adele just rubs her now sore throat. "I honestly couldn't tell you as I don't know mother, Lilith or Lucy might, you should ask them." Adele tells her, completely unfazed by what Catherine has just done, Adele learned a long time ago when she's naughty she gets hurt, but she's grown to like being hurt, especially by her father. "Sit back down while I finish your hair. Then you can fuck off until I'm ready to speak to you again, is that clear daughter?" Catherine yells at her. Adele sits back in-between Catherine's legs "yes mother." Adele's says and Catherine goes back to platting her hair, she has a lot to think about.
April 10th 1740
Moscow Russia after Catherine killed the hunter from Spain, Catherine was disappointed as Matthew turned out to be a coward just like the rest of the hunters, no one has really tested Catherine since Johnathan Benson. She found out that a female Hunter was in Russia, she asked the Queen and Princess if they wanted to come, but they both said no as they don't like the cold. So Catherine went anyway, she's not spoken to Adele in about five years, because she kept something very important from her, but she does miss her daughter and once she's killed this Hunter she's going to spend some time with her before going back to the Queen and Princess.
She misses Ameerah and Heka, they are her friends and help keep her distracted from thinking about Felix and Amon. The sky was a constant gray, covering the normally bright sun. Despite the cool temperament despite the springtime season, Catherine walked down the cobbled street eyeing the bookshop as she passed it. It's been nearly a week since arriving in Russia in search of the hunter, Catherine nearly instantly found her. She was a young girl, sixteen years of age Catherine estimated. She was a sweet looking girl, attractive face. Not only that, but she had long dark brown hair and bright brown eyes. Furthermore, she didn't look like much of a Hunter, then again, Catherine did not appear as threatening either.
The Hunter wore a colorful outfit with a tall bonnet headdress. She did not appear to come from wealth though she did not look poor. Entering the bookshop after the young girl, Catherine stuffed her hands into the fashionable muff hand warmer made of bear fur. "May I help you, madam?" The bookshop keeper appeared in front of Catherine, interrupting her from stalking the girl. "No, thank you," Catherine smiled politely, as she spoke in perfect Russian. Bowing his head, the shopkeeper walked away. Catherine frowned, darting her eyes around the area she had last seen the hunter walk to. "Excuse me, madam" Catherine whirled around to see the hunter standing in front of her. She wore a small polite smile, "I would like to get that book. Pardon my reach." Easily hiding her sinister smile, Catherine stepped aside and watched as the young sixteen-year-old picked up a book placed on the table. "Sweet pea." Catherine's head snapped to see Antony standing in the doorway of the bookshop.
She glared at him annoyed by the interruption. Antony crossed the short distance to her and grabbed Catherine's hand at her side into his own. "We must be going, dear." He says to her. Frowning, Catherine felt confused about why he was tearing her away from the Hunter. She caught the girl looking between herself and Antony with peaking interest. "In a moment, darling," Catherine's voice was venomous with aggravation. "Now, sweet pea," he tugged her closer to him and pulled her away from the hunter and the books she had been browsing.
He forced her hand to wrap around his elbow as he exhorted Catherine out of the bookshop. They walked a little further down the street before Catherine rounded the corner stepping into an alleyway. "What has gotten into you? Why did you dare interrupt me?" Catherine demanded to know as she angrily glared at her oldest friend. "She was suspicious of you." He told her. Catherine did not believe his accusation and scoffed, "Ridiculous. I did nothing to draw attention. It was you who ruined it." Catherine scolds him. "She was eyeing you. I watched her. That Hunter could sense that you weren't human." Angered by his watchful eye and her own failure of realizing she was about to be found out, Catherine pursed her lips together and stepped away from him.
With her hands on her hips, Catherine turned away from Antony and took a deep unneeded breath. Antony frowned and looked to the street keeping an eye to see if the hunter had tracked them down, which she had not. Facing him again, Catherine stopped and stood in front of him. Overcome with frustration at the situation and the feelings she was developing for him, Catherine chewed on her lip, before taking a step forward. Her hand cupped the back of his neck pulling him downward to meet her lips. Surprised by her sudden kiss, it took Antony a minute to sink deeper in the kiss. He opened his mouth, welcoming her tongue as it slipped into his mouth.
Antony had waited decades to hold this beautiful woman in his arms and kiss her. Holding her face between his hands, Antony felt addicted by the coolness of her mouth and the softness of her lips. Her hands wrapped around his wrists when she gently broke the kiss and opened her eyes to look at him. By the look set in Catherine's green eyes, Antony realized that she wanted the kiss as much as he. He could almost see the wheels of her brain crank as it thought. For all the stories about the vampire and the rumors about her impulsive behavior, he had learned that she thought long and hard quite often. She was meticulous. Every word she says, every smile she gives, every life she takes; there was a long thought process that came before it.
She defined the old adage, a method to the madness. Finally, sharing a kiss they had both been longing to share, it seemed hard to stop now. Antony took her hand that was at her side and gently pulled her back to him. He wrapped an arm around her back and caught her lips in another kiss. This time, Antony had been ready for the kiss. It was a passionate kiss, filled with desire and curiosity. Naked and laying flat on her back with her hands over her head as Antony worshiped her body with open-mouth kisses, Catherine sucked in an unneeded breath. Antony moved lower down her body until reaching the center of her body. He ran his tongue over the skin of her smooth and golden thighs. He teased her as he kissed all around her pelvis before lowering his mouth over her quim.
The needless breath caught in Catherine's throat. She squeezed her eyes closed and let out a moan as Antony's tongue manipulated her lethally strong body. Foolishly grinning, Catherine purred and gripped the bottom of the bed frame. Antony spread her lower lips with two fingers and slipped his tongue between them, lightly flicking her clitoris before closing his lips over her swollen nub and sucked hungrily on it. Catherine cried out and arched her back, putting her hands on the feathered mattress above Antony's head. He slid his tongue inside her, savoring the taste of her nectar. Antony softly bites down on her clit and pushed Catherine over the edge into climax. She moaned loudly, uncaring about the other tavern guests that could hear her through the walls. Her body jerked uncontrollably as Antony lap up her juices. When she stilled, Antony slid back up her body, settling between her legs.
Once face to face, they kissed again, Antony slid his cock into her moist center and released a breath, savoring the feeling of her perfect body surrounding him. He felt the need to pinch himself. Never in his life did he think that this would ever happen. He was in bed with Lady Catherine, he doesn't know why, but he feels like he's betraying his wife Kirsty somehow. She was everything that he always thought she would be. Brilliant, beautiful, brutal, clever, there weren't enough words in the dictionary to describe Catherine Ledger. He buried his face into her blonde mane and breathed in her floral scent, intoxicated by her beauty. Antony managed to maintain more control as he pulled almost all the way out of her before roughly slamming inside her to the hilt.
Catherine cried out and bucked her hips, but Antony didn't heed her, setting a slow pace until his own desire would no longer permit it. Soon, they were slamming against each other in an animalistic frenzy, completely caught up in their passion. Digging her fingers into Antony's shoulders, a shiver of orgasmic pleasure washed over her body. She opened her closed eyes and her back arched, tossing him a sultry smile. Antony thrust inside her and reached a hand between their bodies to manipulate her clit with the pad of his thumb. She found herself in orgasm again, but this time Antony was coming as well, spilling himself inside her dead body.
Antony collapsed on top of her and kissed her shoulder as his body relaxed. Catherine held a hand against his cheek and threaded her fingers through his short dark hair. She liked the feel of his bristled hairs covering his handsome face. She always liked Antony when she was younger and was quite jealous of Kirsty when she married him, Celeste and Adele have both praised him in the bedroom, and he hasn't disappointed her. Deep inside her soulless dead body filled with wicked darkness, Catherine felt something light peeking through the blackened depths. She felt something for her old friend. It was strange and yet, paralyzingly terrifying. Catherine pushed those thoughts away from her mind and covered his mouth with her own, blocking out anything that was beginning to resemble as human. Laying in the feathered bed, under the thin bedsheet that barely covered their naked bodies, Anthony twirled a yellow strand of Catherine's long and luscious blonde hair around his index finger.
He studied the strands of hair with in-depth fascination. "Celeste and Adele never lied about your skills as a lover." Catherine tells him with a smile. Antony had a big grin on his face. "Thanks Cat, been wanting to do that since we were human, but I loved Kirsty." He tells her. Catherine rolled onto her stomach to look at him. "I miss her too. I've wanted to as well." She says to him with a smile, "so have I Cat." He says to her with a warm smile, Catherine just burst out laughing. "What's so funny Cat?" He asked her. "I can't believe that I never asked what the fuck are you doing in Russia?" She asked, this just makes Antony laugh. "I was actually coming to visit Godfrey and Irina. That was until I so you in the bookstore about to have a good old fight with a young Hunter." He laughed out, Catherine just playfully slaps his chest. "So you've come on Judas orders as I don't recall you and Godfrey being close." She says to him. "You are correct, Ben's taught you well." He laughed out, she smiles and climbs onto his chest and impales herself onto his hard cock, she lets out a moan of pleasure and bends down to his ear. "I'll show you something that Benny boy never showed me." She laughed and moaned out.
November 28th
Russian winters seemed endless. The cold winds felt like piercing spikes stabbing your face as you walked outside on the roads of Moscow. After months of studying the young hunter, Catherine had made her presence known to the girl. Catherine savagely taunted and went to great lengths to sever every chord with this hunter. The girl's breaking point was when Catherine killed the family livestock and painted the hunter's home in its blood. She ripped out each of the livestock eyeballs and dropped them at the doorstep with a note which said. "The Devil is watching you." In Russian.
The deeply religious family had begun to point their fingers at their daughter, just as Catherine wanted. Soon the hunter's parents called in for the Russian Orthodox priest to come and perform an exorcism on their daughter. Catherine knew that she could defeat the hunter at any moment but a part of her did not want to. The chase gave her a rush. She thoroughly enjoyed devising new ways of mental torture.
Compared to her Sire, Catherine was getting much better at it, Catherine believed that all that she needed was a bit of imagination, something that she learned from Amon. The hunter in Spain wasn't this much fun hence why she killed him before she really had any fun with him as he just reminded her too much of Richard and Persephone, she just wanted to kill him. Antipova Residence, In the dead of the night, a group of Russian Orthodox priests walked up the gravel pathway to the small wooden house. Smoke from the fireplace came out of the chimney.
A man and his wife stood outside the door, their arms around another both seeking comfort and protection from the biting cold. "God bless and protect." said the Russian Orthodox bishop, as he crossed himself with his thumb and bowed his head. "Thank you, Father, for coming on such short notice." Dmitry Antipova said as he greeted the priests. "Please, please, come in. My daughter, Maria is in her bedroom. Please, be careful she, has great strength for someone of her size, age, and gender." explained Dmitry. "The demon inside her is getting stronger. She needs this exorcism." One by one the four priests entered the small country home, lastly coming up from behind the group of men was a woman dressed in a black apostolnik.
Dmitry held out his hand and eyed the nun for a moment when one of the priests turned back around. "Dmitry Antipova, this is Sister Catherine. She will assist us." he says. "Very well. Welcome, Sister Catherine. Please, come in." Dmitry respectfully bowed his head and held out his arm for the nun to enter the home. Designed as a Russian Orthodox nun, Catherine lifted her chin and bowed her head as she entered the home. She held her hands into her front sling pocket under the black gown.
A rope wooden crucifix hung around her neck. Following the priests into the back bedroom, the yellow candlelight bounced off the walls and flickered over their faces. Catherine walked in tow of the group and darkly smiled as the others walked on down the hallway to Maria's Bedroom. "Mother! Father! Let me out! Please! I beg you to free me! I'll be good! Furthermore, I'll be holy!" Shouted Maria from the bedroom. Bound on the bed by iron chains, she wiggled and pulled trying to break free. "Please! Please! Let me out! I'll be good! I'll be good!" Maria cried. Thunk! Bang! Crash! Maria stilled in the bed. Her eyes and head snapped to the closed bedroom door when she heard the sounds of a struggle.
A woman's scream ripped through the entire home. "Mother? Father?" She called out. Terrified, Maria tried to pull on the chains wrapped around her wrists, desperate to make herself free. The bedroom door latch forced Maria to pause. She fearfully breathed heavily to whatever was behind that door. Slowly the wooden door pushed open. Maria's eyes were glued to the door for a moment before trying again to break herself free. A dead body was thrown in the bedroom and landed on the wooden floor with a hard thud. "Hello, Maria Antipova." Recognizing the whispering lispy voice, Maria slowly turned her tearful eyes back to the door where she saw the vampire that has been taunting and torturing her for months.
It was because of this demon that her parents learned that she was a Hunter and locked her inside the bedroom, binding her to the bed, and praying to God to released their beloved daughter of the demon inside her. Removing the squarish apostolnik from her head, Catherine shook out her golden tress and tossed the black veil aside. Maria watched as the vampire then removed the rope crucifix from around her neck and threw it to the ground.
Catherine stepped over the dead body as she walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. She reached out her hand and pushed Maria's dark hair off of her face and smiled as the girl tried to move out of Catherine's reach. "I will know your blood, Maria I will make your neck my chalice and I will drink deep." Catherine speaks to her in Russian.
Maria's eyes tearfully widened. Running the back of her bloody fingers down Maria's cheek, Catherine smiled. "And somewhere out there." Catherine pushed the teenage girl's hair off of her neck, exposing her skin, "Another little boy or girl will be a Hunter and I will find them and I will take everything away from them, as I had done for you." she says to her in Norwegian. Maria's bottom lip quaked with terrified fear. Though she did not understand the strange language the beautiful vampire was speaking, she understood the tone of her soft voice and Maria knew that young life was over.
Mockingly, Catherine motioned her hand as a cross-over Maria's small body and said, "Of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost. Amen." Catherine took a fistful of the Hunter's hair and pulled the hapless girl towards her then seized her neck with a violent bite. The Hunter gasped in pain as her young life drained away. Catherine listened to the sounds of her blood stop pumping through her body. She continued to drink the hunters powerful and intoxicating blood until there was not a single drop left.
Standing in the doorway, watching the violent display, Antony smiled as he watched her with complete infatuation. He dropped the dead priest in his hand and crossed the short distance to his new lover. Running his blood stained hand over her smooth golden skin, Antony wondered if he had ever touched anything so angelically soft before. Catherine ripped her fangs from the Hunter's neck and leaned back as Antony's hand slid from her shoulder and over her chest to cup the side of her face. Catherine tilted her head back and welcomed his kiss. Antony's human form morphed into his vampire face, as the scent of the hunter's blood twisted his senses bringing out his demon. Slipping her blood soaked tongue into Antony's mouth, she listened to her lover's growl with a widening smile. "Have you ever heard the saying that the blood of a Hunter is the most powerful aphrodisiac of them all? Here, now have a taste darling." Catherine held up a blood soaked finger to Antony's lips and watched as he seductively sucked on it.
He released a moaning growl of pleasure. Antony grabbed the back of Catherine's head, tilting her head back as he roughly crushed his mouth to hers. Catherine eagerly responds, pulling at his black shirt. Antony's strong and muscular arm wrapped around Catherine's back, holding her close into him. He began to lay her down over the bed beside the Hunter's corpse locked in each other's embrace. Next Morning. A new morning sun rose from the horizon. Antony's face twitched in his sleep and he became acutely aware of the biting freezing temperature in the room. The fire had long since gone out.
Opening his eyes, Antony reached out his arm to wrap it around his undead lover when he realized that there was no one beside him. Now fully awake, Antony lifted his head to find a note on the pillow beside him. Looking around for Catherine. Besides the bodies spilling into the bedroom from the hallway and the two bodies near the bed, Antony was the only one left. "Cat?" He sat up in the bed and reached for his pants and shirt lying on the floor. Getting out of the bed with the note still in hand, Antony moved around the small home in search for Catherine.
Opening the front door, Antony was greeted by an overcast gray sky. He looked around the property from the porch and noticed the tracks of a carriage in the snow. Antony frowned and read the note in his hand. In fine feminine penmanship, the note read. "Go back to Celeste, we can't be anything more than friends. But I'm so grateful for our time together, yours always Catherine." The anger and his heartache in chest twisted as he reread the note again. Antony lifted his gaze from the note and stared out into the open land and just burst out laughing as this is typical Catherine, she's scared of loosing him like she did Felix. Turning back into the house to collect his things, Antony punched the door in furious anger, smashing it into splinters through the shear power of his punch. The clops of the hooves walking across the solid ground and the rickety clinks of the wood rubbing the iron mechanics of the carriage were the only sounds filling the dreadful silence.
Inside the carriage, peeking out into the gray day, Catherine released an unneeded breath. Melancholy, Catherine knew that this was the right thing to do. If she let this relationship go any further, Catherine feared that she'd lose herself. She very much liked Antony, in fact, Catherine adored him, but she knew they couldn't last any further then these wonderful five months together. He needed to go back to Celeste, Antony didn't belong here, especially not with her. Saddened by the loss, a single tear slipped down her cheek from the corner of her eye. At that moment, Catherine made a vow to herself; she vowed to never open herself as she had with Antony to anyone else ever again. To never feel anything remotely human again. Felix, Claudia and now Antony it's just hurting her too much, and she can't do it anymore. Catherine brushed the fallen tear away. She vowed to never need anyone and to use the power that Vlad had given to her for evil and for triumph. Shutting off the remnants of whatever bits of humanity still lingering in her empty and dead body, Catherine repeated this vow to herself over and over until it was ingrained into her bones.
