February 10th 1789
Casablanca Morocco in a small little shack type home overlooking the Atlantic Ocean, inside the shack comes sounds of a woman in the throes of ecstasy. Catherine is on all fours head in-between Lilith's legs lapping at her juicy pussy and her ass in the air which Ameerah is behind licking at her arsehole and pussy while a huge black man is behind Ameerah just smashing into her. The three women are just screaming and moaning out in pleasure. Hours later all three women are laying in bed covered in sweat and blood around there mouths, the dead black man with three lots of teeth marks in his body explains why they're covered in blood.
Catherine stands up and begins to get dressed. "So what are you doing now Catherine?" Ameerah asked. "I'm going to France as I heard that there's a war happening, and I've never seen one before." Catherine tells her. "They are fun at first, but they do get boring over time my darling." Lilith tells her. "I just think she wants to track down Layla and see Liam." Ameerah says with a smile. "Well I heard he goes by Arius now, and he does seem to be making a name for himself." Catherine tells her. "Is he the only reason that you are leaving us Cat?" Ameerah asked sounding rather disappointed as Catherine has become like a sister to her. "No! I wish to see Ben. I miss him so much, and I have so much to tell him." Catherine tells her as she finishes getting her blue toga dress on, which is very short and very low cut to show off her breasts, she runs her fingers through her hair and just lets her natural curls fall freely. "Will you be telling him about Felix?" Lilith asked, as she will miss Felix also as he was part of her family and he was an excellent lover.
Lilith can tell that Ameerah wants to go with her and be with Amon, she can also tell that she's hated pretending that she's never met Amon. "It's been nearly 83 years, and it still hurts and once I tell Ben the whole story it'll be real, I prefer it to be a lie and a bad dream." Catherine says as a stray tear drops. Ameerah jumps up and wraps her arms around her, then kisses her lips tenderly. "I'm always here if you ever need me Cat." Ameerah tells her. "Thank you, Princess, I appreciate that." Catherine says then walks out of the shack and into a waiting carriage to take her to the docks for a boat to take her across to Gibraltar.
Inside the carriage Charon is sat waiting for her. "Is everything ok my Goddess?" He asked as he can tell that something is wrong with her. His Goddess has not been the same since she found out that Layla turned Liam. "I just miss Ben and can't wait to see him." She says with a smile. "Very good my Goddess, I've set up your home in Paris and Bartholomew has acquired you a beautiful home in Madrid according to his letter. He and Jade have started up a business which will also help you with forged documents my Goddess." He tells her. "That's great news Charon, but why forged documents?" She asked. "Because my Goddess, it's to stop unwanted attention drawn to you." He tells her. Catherine smiled and nods. "That's very clever. Does my company or business as you put it have a name?" She asked. "Yes my Goddess it's called CFL corporation, it's your initials my Goddess." He tells her. This makes Catherine chuckle. "Very clever I like it." She says. "Mistress Adele says that her father has called his business BDA enterprise." Charon tells her. Catherine just smiles, and they spend the rest of the journey making small talk.
June 12th
Paris France, Catherine has been messing with Amon, killing people that he would kill and leaving them for him to find, she left them in Bordeaux as she wished to scope out Paris before Amon, Persephone and the beautiful brunette that is with them. Catherine is walking through the streets of Paris, there's rioting going on and soldiers walking the streets, Catherine gets the feeling that someone's been following her for a few days. A French guard pulls his gun on Catherine as she shouldn't be out this late at night. "State your business madam." He says to her in French. "I'm hungry looking for food, and I've found it." She says and changes into her vampire face and grabs him and drags him into an alleyway. A few minutes later Catherine is leaving the alleyway dabbing the side of her mouth, to wipes the blood up. She carries on walking through the streets as she wants someone else to eat because that guard tasted disgusting, so she needs something to wash the taste out, hopefully a child.
Not watching where she's walking and walks into a solid wall of muscle. Catherine's face snaps up to look at the person startled. "Pardon me madam." The man says in a thick Irish accent. Catherine looks into his eyes and instantly recognizes the chocolate eyes "Liam is that you?" She asked. The fact that this beautiful woman knows him shocks him then he recognizes her as well. "Lady Catherine. So you are a vampire like myself?" He says and takes her hand and kisses it. "I was coming back to Ireland to turn you, but sadly I was over a week to late." She says to him, as she takes her hand and strokes his face, the hair's on the back of her neck are sticking up, her demon is going nuts, to claim this demon In front of her.
Arius can feel something as well, but he wanted this woman when he was a teenager. "I doubt that you could teach me anything as you are only young." He says with arrogance in his beautiful Irish voice. This just makes Catherine smile as he obviously doesn't know who she is. "Let me guess, fed off Fiona, snapped Katie's neck, and drained your father after boosting how amazing you are, how far off am I?" She says to him. "How did you know what I did?" He asked. "One you have an idiot for a sire, and it was the most obvious thing that you would do. If you were my Childe, you would have raped and violated your mother and sister, and you would have tortured your father for days, well stepfather I killed your real father." She tells him.
He grabs her arms in a vice grip. "What do you mean my real father?" He says to her. Catherine looks down at his hands holding her arms, it was arousing and annoying all at the same time. "Your father was sir Johnathan Benson the Vampire Hunter, your mother Katie was one of my witches, she used a spell to convince your father you was his. Now you can let go of me Liam." She tells him. He lets go of her. "Thanks for telling me lass. You should stick with me as I'm going to be more famous than Amon and Pulchra Creaturae." He tells her with arrogance, Catherine laughs and rolls her eyes. "More famous than Amon? Quite possible but Pulchra Creaturae? You Liam are insane. She's the best there is. Now good day Liam." She says and walks past him.
Arius just stares after her as she's still the most beautiful woman that he's ever seen and his demon wanted her, when she's out of sight he takes off in search of Layla to see if she knows anything about Lady Catherine as he could tell that she was over a hundred years old. He finds Layla in an alleyway feeding from a young beggar girl. Layla lets the body drop and looks up at her Arius, she can tell that something is wrong with her Childe. "Is everything ok my love?" She asked him. He offers his arm, and she gladly takes as they head off into the night. "I met an old friend of my mother's tonight. She says that my mother was a witch and my real father was sir Jonathan Benson and that she killed him." He tells her. "So you met the famous Pulchra Creaturae tonight, Catherine is completely insane." She says then she feels her neck being snapped, and she falls to the floor.
Catherine is standing right behind her. "I'm not insane you whore." She laughed out. Arius just laughed at the whole situation, a laugh so wicked it would send a chill down your spine. "How about we go back to yours for a good time?" He asked her. "How about no, and you stay with your stupid whore sire." In a blur of motion she's gone. Arius just stands there raging that this woman would disrespect him. "I'll make you pay Catherine." He says to himself.
About a Week Later, The city came alive in the darkness of night. Parisian's walked the cobble dirt roads, mostly in groups angered at the monarch. The men carried weapons, ready to fight at will. A young woman walked alone in the city, quietly moving around the crowds of people. Claudine Moreau held the thick cloak wrapped around her slender body tightener to block out of the cool spring air. Pieces of her chestnut colored hair fell from the clips and around her neck. But she paid no mind to it as the wooden stake hidden under the cloak tightened in her hand.
Glancing over her shoulder, Claudine knew that she was being followed. But behind her, there were no unusual suspects but the Frenchmen shouting 'Liberty, Equality, Fraternity' at the top of their lungs. Hanging in the shadows, Catherine was watching the young hunter carefully. She was older than the last two female hunters she had come up against. Catherine watched the hunter closely when she felt an odd twisting not in her stomach and a flash of warmth covered her cold dead body like a blanket. Clenching her jaw with annoyance, Catherine stepped into the crowd, now in plain sight. She walked straight to the vampire hunter, who had been looking at gemstones that were being sold by a merchant. Catherine walked closer to the girl when she made a hard turn, now moving into the complete opposite direction.
Stepping into the moonlight streaming into the alleyway from the darkness, Arius looks around. He slowly walks along the cobblestone and frowns, confused of where she could have gone. The clack of a heel stepping over the stone immediately got Arius' at attention. He whirled around only to be thrown to the soggy ground. Arius fell flat on his back. He moved to get back up when Catherine positioned herself above him, holding him down with her foot on his chest. "Ah, heh. Is t'ere a problem, lass?" Arius asked with a tugging smile, impressed by her acute skills. "Yes, there is a problem. Why are you following me?" Arius propped him up on his elbows and grinned. "I know what ye're thinkin', lass. Don't worry, I don't bite." Rolling her eyes, Catherine removes her foot on his chest and takes a step away, allowing him to stand back up. "What do you want Liam?" She asked annoyed. "So ye're Pulchra Creaturae, the killer of Hunters?" He says to her.
Cocking a high brow, Catherine tilted her head to the side. "The killer of Hunters? Hardly." She says not sounding impressed with her new name. "Ye're after yer next Hunter, are ye not?" he asked her. Catherine nodded. Arius shrugged. "Aye, t'a killer of Hunters is a fittin' title for a marvel like ye'self. T'a great Lady Catherine. It has a mystical mystique to it, does it not? Honestly, lass, I thought ye'd be scarier." He says with a chuckle. Amused, Catherine smirked. "If you're going to be lurking about in the shadows, you might as well call me, Cat." she tells him, with a flirtatious grin. "Cat." Arius said her name aloud, finding that he rather liked it. It was a name that suited her perfect, just like all of her names. "Do ye let yer good friends call ye Cat?" he asked her, flirting back. "Only my closest friends." Catherine sarcastically said.
Getting back up to his feet, Arius began to move around the beautiful blonde, like a predator stalking his prey. "Why are you following me, Liam?" Catherine asked, holding her arms across her chest. Arius reached out and touched the silk of the back of her dress as he moved around her. Coming face too face with the vampire, Arius towered over her tall stature. Dark eyes lowered to her cleavage. "Fear not, Cat, my intentions are only admirable," he teased her. "You waste my time with these jokes, Liam. I am uninterested, and I will have you know, I am quite annoyed with you. Since you have ruined what was a perhaps perfectly perfect opportunity to kill my Hunter." She scolds him.
Defensively, Arius held up his hands and took a step back. "Perhaps ye needed assistance." He arrogantly says to her. "Perhaps you should leave me before I am cross." Catherine glared at the vampire, growing increasingly impatient. "Ooh," Arius laughed and bit his bottom lip. "A woman in charge is always seductive. But I'll have ye know, Cat, ye're not goin' to last much longer." He says to her sounding rather intimidating. "Are you threatening me?" She rolled her eyes over him, unbothered by his threats. Arius' arrogance annoyed her. The smug look across his beautiful face was one that she wanted to tear off with her bare hands. Catherine took a small step towards Arius, exuding her dominant and powerful confidence. "I imagine you are quite intimidating to others. But to me, Liam" her green eyes bore into his. "You are nothing but a little boy that is wearing shoes that are much too big for him. Resign yourself now before I lose my patience." Arius swallowed his fury and distaste for the vampiress. His upper lip began to curl slightly with an inner rage desperate to be released. "I wouldn't turn yer back on me, lass," said Arius in a low menacing voice. Catherine smirked and called his bluff as she turned away from him and exited the alleyway to continue the hunt for the Hunter. The fists at Arius' sides were clenched, his knuckles white.
His demon roared with a rage that finally came out. Arius' handsome disguise morphed into his demon as he snarled with a wrath. It was then he finally decided to shift his energies from getting the vampiress into his bed and to breaking her into pieces. Known for his brilliant and psychological brutality, Arius was confident that the great Pulchra Creaturae was going to be a washed out character in an extraordinary legend the time he was through with her.
Four Days Later, Central Paris. For days, Arius has begun his attack on Pulchra Creaturae. Just like any victim that he took his time with, Arius learned everything that he could about the beautiful vampiress. She was focused. Rarely did he ever see her become distracted with the chaotic surroundings of the Paris revolution. Catherine remained vigilant to her hunt. Unable to deny it, Catherine was a rather impressive fighter. A few times, he watched her engage with the Vampire Hunter, but he was left confused of why she never made the final move to kill the girl. Catherine had plenty of opportunities. During one of the nights these past few days, Arius was nearly tempted to help her move the bodies of a family of whom he assumed was related to the Vampire Hunter.
They were chained together and limp with bite marks on their necks. Seating them down on the ground, Catherine wrapped the long chain around the tree trunk. She lifted her head up to see the dark skies. Catherine could smell the sunrise hours before its arrival. It was a musty damp scent that lingered in the air for hours. Stepping back around to the front of the family, Catherine bent downward and tucked a piece of dark brown hair behind the ear of a young girl. The chains began to clink and tighten as the members of the Hunter's family began to rise—one by one. Their faces demonically distorted, the minion vampires snarled flashing their fangs as they tried to break out of the chains. Catherine smiled with amused pleasure as the newly risen vampires struggled to release themselves from the shackles. Lifting her eyes back up to the skies, Catherine smirked. The night sky was beginning to change as dawn approached. Following the Hunter long enough, she knew that the girl would have to walk past this area. Catherine also knew that the young Hunter would pass this area just in time to see her entire family burn. Still hidden in the darkness, Arius smirked, impressed by Catherine's cruelty.
In fact, he felt inspired. He will not show her any courtesy of mercy, just like how she is not showing the Vampire Hunter an ounce of clemency. His dark eyes followed the blonde vampiress as she walked away, leaving the newly risen family of vampires chained to a tree, only minutes from the sun rise. He wondered where she was going to hide once the sun rose. Arius was certain that Catherine did not go far, wanting to see her work appreciated by a devastated Vampire Hunter, as he didn't know about her daylight ring.
Tomorrow evening, Arius had decided to make his move. A move not even the great Pulchra Creaturae could have ever seen coming. Next Night, Entering the mansion through the back kitchen entrance, Arius knew he did not need an invitation inside because the mansion's occupants were not human. Arius looked down at his muddy boots, realizing that he was tracking mud from the outside. The old wooden floor is as many hued as the woodland it was once felled from. Its fate to be cut and varnished rather than to rot on the floor with the centuries of fallen leaves. The surface is pitted. Mud from Arius' boot seeped in. He looked around the darkened room and wondered where the vampiress would be. Closing his eyes and breathing in deep, the scent of perfume still lingered in his nostrils. It was the perfect scent of Venellios Tonka bean. It was a wonderful scent that was so distinctly her. Following the lingering scent from the kitchen, Arius travelled up the stairs and easily avoided Catherine's men standing on guard of the Mistress of the mansion. Travelling up the winding staircase, Arius carefully opened each closed door and peeked into the dark room until he finally came across the master bedroom on the East side of the mansion.
Opening the door wider, Arius stepped into the bedroom and quickly noticed that it was empty. For a moment, Arius turned back to the bedroom door wondering where Cat could be. But before, Arius continued his search for the blonde vampiress, he moved to the vanity where brushes for makeup and a bottle of the perfume sat. He picked up the perfume and inhaled its airy scent. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his cock tightened in his breeches. Forcing his thoughts and his deep desires for her away from the forefront of his mind, Arius reminded himself of his purpose for being here. He wanted to teach her a lesson for her foul mouth insults. Remusing his search, Arius walked out of the master bedroom and continued to walk down the hallways, breathing in the perfume scent which led him to another closed door. Staring at the door for a moment, Arius counted to three in his head and carefully opened the door, never making a sound. Arius entered the library. He quickly looked around as he softly closed the door behind him. His eyes landed on a mess of long blonde hair spilling over the arm of the elegant velvet sofa. Carefully crossing the short distance to the sofa, Arius smirked, running his eyes over the sleeping woman. Catherine held a partially open novel on her hip. Her two hands held together under her cheek as she slept. Unable to help himself, Arius pushed a piece of her hair off of her face, admiring her beauty. He dropped his hand and the twitching smile tugging at his lips fell. He found a piece of paper and pulled a small stub of charcoal from his breeches pocket. Carefully sliding a chair over, Arius sat down near the fireplace, facing Cat. He sat down and crossed one leg over his knee, he began to sketch the line of Catherine's beautiful and delicate features. His eyes flicked back up to her face and then continued to draw her face. Promptly, Arius ignored the knotting feeling in his chest.
Ever since meeting Catherine, Arius has had this constant feeling in his chest whenever she was near, whenever she was right there, he wanted her. But as much as he wanted her, Arius hated her. Lost in his conflicted feelings, Arius failed to notice the piece of Catherine's hair fall over her forehead. He flicked his eyes to Cat. He leaned over to push the piece of her hair from her forehand, when Catherine's hand launched out, clenching around his wrist. The smile on Arius' face widened. He had been caught red-handed, instead of being annoyed by Catherine's quick reflexives, he was rather impressed. "Drawing my picture, are you?" She said, opening her eyes and releasing his wrist from her grip. "Aye," Arius sat back in the chair, looking down at the portrait sketch of Cat asleep. "T'ere's quite a likeness, is t'ere not?" He showed her the sketch. "How did you get in here?" Arius shrugged. "T'a door was unlocked." He smiled. "And past my guards?" Arius leaned forward wearing a widening smile that instantly annoyed Cat. "I've been blessed wi' t'an aptitude of stealth." Desperately, Catherine tried to suppress the smile that was twitching at the corners of her mouth.
She did want to give him the satisfaction that she was falling into the traps of his Irish charms. Fully sitting up on the sofa, Catherine fixed the front of black satin kimono robe tied around her front. Arius' eyes lowered to her smooth golden legs that were unashamedly showing off. It was then Arius realized that she was not wearing anything else besides this flimsy satin robe. Not even a nightgown covered her naked body. Standing from the sofa, Catherine walked over to the corner drink cart and opened a crystal decanter filled with amber colored liquor. She poured the alcohol into a crystal glass. "It has not escaped my attention that night after night for weeks, you have been following me. And I'd like to know why." Catherine faced her intruder holding the glass in her hand. "Perhaps I feel t'at ye need someone to watch yer back," said Arius, rolling his eyes over her beautiful figure.
Unconvinced of his seemingly noble intentions, Catherine smirked, "Yes, then why did you feel the need to break into my home and draw me a picture?" She asked. "Firstly, t'a door was unlocked," Arius said pointedly. "Second," he held up the sketch drawing, "t'ere is a remarkable likeness." His easy-going humor did not amuse Catherine, not one bit. "Right," Catherine said, walking back over to Arius and sat down on the sofa, keeping her distance from the vampire. "This would not have anything to do with your objective to torture me? I am told you assembled some sort of game to amuse yourself." she says to him. "Why do I feel t'at ye are interrogating me?" He asked. "Because I do not trust you, Liam McMyler." The smug smile hanging across Arius' face fell with surprise that she had used his given name.
Arius angrily clenched his fists, using every bit of strength he had left to control his rage. Entertained, Catherine watched as Arius angrily snarled at her. Catherine took a slow sip of the alcohol in her hand and smiled at the raging vampire. "Tastes good. Does your human name offend you Liam?" Catherine laughs out. Arius' features morphed to his demon. He jumped out of the chair he was sitting in and kicked it back as he charged the vampiress. Catherine shoves out her hand and pushes Arius away. He stumbled backwards, but he did not fall to the ground. Arius growls and lunges at her. Jumping over his head, Catherine whirls around and kicks him into his back. Catching himself against the stone wall, Arius turns just as Cat punches him twice in the face and kicks him again into a wall. Arius grabs her arm, punches her and flings her across the room.
She lands on the ground on her back with a hard thud. Ignoring the pain of her fall, Cat kicked-up to her feet and dusted the sleeves of her satin robe. She shot her glaring eyes at Arius. "Did you honestly think that drawing me pictures and leaving me gag gifts were going to break me?" Wiping the small trickle of blood from the corner of Arius' mouth with the back of his hand. Arius growled, flashing his fangs. "Ye don't know what I'm capable of." He tells her. "Yes, I do. Everything that you've done. Every device of torture you have employed, who do you think invented it? I know exactly what you are capable of, Mr McMyler." Arius roared and tackled Catherine to the ground. On top of the vampiress, Arius punches her hard into the face. Catherine grabs his shirt and flips him over. Now on top, Catherine punches him a few times until he catches her flying fist into his hand and flung her off of him. They both get up, grab each other and fall down again. Catherine lands on top.
She brings both her hands down, but he blocks and flings her away again. She flies backward and hits the wall. She grabs him, he flips her across the library. With long strides he walked to her, Cat sweeps his feet out from under him, taking him down to the ground. Catherine gets back to her feet just as Arius stands. There is an enormous amount of space between them. Both of them are wondering who will make the first move.
Arius smirked and calmly took slow steps over to her. His demonic features morphed back to his human mask. "Ye have a weakness. Everyone does. Even a fine lass such as yer'self. And I will find it, madam, mark my words, I will have ye on yer knees and I will have one good day." He towered tall over her, his jaw clenched. Just as much as he wanted to defeat the infamous vampiress, Arius wanted to kiss her. Her heart-shaped lips parted, enticing him to kiss. And he wanted to. Catherine dug her nails into her palms, forcing herself not to touch him. There was a desperate craving to run her fingers through his dark hair and touch his muscular chest.
As much as this man infuriated her, Catherine was drawn to him. As soon as he entered the mansion, Catherine knew. There was a strange tightness in her chest and a blanket of warmth that covered her dead body. It was a feeling she was beginning to come accustomed to. Never had she ever felt in such a way before, not even when she was with Felix , and he had her feelings. The emotions that this demon glaring at her provoked inside him, was overwhelming, and it angered her. His face was close to hers. Catherine was positive that he would attempt to kiss her, and she would let him.
In fact, Catherine wanted him to. After a few minutes, Arius pulled his head back and took a step back, creating a distance between her. The look on his face was one Catherine could not describe, in fact, it was probably very similar to hers. Arius fixed the color of his long duster coat and turned away, exiting the library. He left more confused and angered than as he entered. Everything violent that he wanted to do to Catherine had dissipated from his mind and this was a problem. A problem he was eager to rectify.
Throwing the door open, Arius stomped inside the darkened mansion. He hardly noticed the many bodies lying around on the ground in a puddle of blood. The scowl was deeply set on his face. Walking further into the mansion, Arius ran up the stairs in a fury and threw open the master bedroom door to find Layla sitting on the bed, tossing away her latest victim to the ground. Folding her arms across her chest, Layla watched as Arius charged into the room, running his hands through his loose dark brown hair. By the blood stained on his white bell-sleeve and the reddened bruise on his cheekbone, Layla had quickly gathered that whatever Arius had gotten himself into, he was not successful. Angrily, Arius continued to pace and forth. "How did it go?" asked Layla, wearing a tugging smile. "By the bruise on your face, I'd inquire that tonight was not in your favor?" Rubbing his chin, Arius continued to briskly walk back and forth. "I will find her weakness and I will defeat her," he grumbled to himself. "Yes, well, force will not get the job done nor will your usual tricks do anything but cause her annoyance, Arius." Coolly said Layla, already fed up with her Childe's obsession with the vampire. "Lady Catherine will be very hard to defeat." Arius recognized the sarcasm in her voice, it was very trite. "Very hard to defeat?" He repeated. "As in impossible," she said, with an amount of stress in her voice that grabbed Arius' attention.
Arius shook his head. "I don't believe t'at." he tells her. "You should. Cat is not like any vampire you've come across." Layla got up from the bed and walked over to him. She tilted her chin upwards and held the side of his face with her hand. "She's not like any demon you have ever come up against. She's stronger. She is the favorite of Lucifer herself." she tells him. "Nay." Removing Layla hand from his face, Arius continued to pace back and forth deep in thought. "I saw t'a look in her eye" he says with a smirk. "What look?" asked Layla. Arius came to a sudden realization and paused. He slowly turned back to Layla with a slow grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I know what I must do." He sat down in a wooden chair and rested his booted feet on the table. "I have to work from t'a inside. To defeat t'is lass ye have to love her." he says. Layla is getting more annoyed. "Instead of messing with Catherine why don't you look after your Childe William instead of letting me do it." She says to him. He throws her to the bed and climbs on top of her, he captures her mouth. "Thought ye like playin mother." He smiles down at her. "Only to you my love." She says to him.
June 29th
Paris, France in a basement "I really must protest," said Arius sitting on a velvet cushioned chair with one leg crossed over his knee wiping the blood on a pair of glasses with a handkerchief. "Maurice, my friend, how's are ye holdin' up?" He asked in perfect french then stood from the chair. Arius walked over to Maurice hanging off of a wall by hooks impeached into his shoulder blades. Arius slides the glasses back up Maurice's nose. "Never better." said the tortured man on the brink of death. Arius smiled. "Hm, I'm glad to hear it." He rubbed his chin and spun away on the heel of his boot. "But, I still have a bone to pick wi' ye. Ye have failed to answer my question. How do I get into t'a heart of a demon t'at is so evil t'at her own sire is afraid of her and Satan wants her in her court. It's been days, and it's as if she knows my plan before I get t'a luxury of execution."
Amidst of his raging frustration, Arius grabbed the leather collar with a two-prong fork on either side of it and tightly wrapped it around his victim's neck. "Whatever ye do" Arius slowly took a step back, lifting his eyes from the torture device to the man's face. The victims eyes were wide. Blood stained his dirty face. Sweat dripping down his forehead soaked into his eyes, stinging them. "Don't look down." Maurice whimpered. Arius whirled around again and walked back to the chair. He plopped down and buried his face into his hand. "I've seen t'a look in t'ose emerald eyes of hers. T'ere was a passionate rage t'a I've been yearnin' to see again. It's t'a prettiest look I've ever seen. She knows me. Better t'an I suspected. Certainly better t'an my hartlot sire." Arius rolled his eyes at the thought of Layla. Arius picked his nails as he fell deep in thought about his sire, Layla. She had come to him at a pivotal moment in his life, after another falling out with his father and a drunken night at the tavern.
Layla came to him like a siren song from the night. He was vulnerable, drunk, and desperate for a way out of the life he was living. For about thirty-six years, they shared everything. Layla opened his eyes and mind to luxuries, violence, and sex that he had never thought was possible. It was erotic and intoxicating. But his time with her had become tired. He felt bored most of the time in her company and began to go out on his own without her. This feeling of entrapment was familiar. He needed to get away from her. He needed freedom. Lady Catherine. Pulchra Creaturae. Arius felt a pull towards her. It was a pull that never in his life or unlive had he ever felt before.
He wanted her. More than that, she represented everything that he wanted in a woman worthy to be at his side and a demon he aspired to be like. The confidence she exude—even in the face of a threatening death was possibly more beautiful than her famous features. He was sure that the feelings Lady Catherine provoked inside him, if he were human, he'd call it love but as a demon, he wasn't sure what it was called. But what he felt was human and very real. They were so real that it set him off into a rage of anger. "Maurice, let me tell ye about a lass wi' skin so fair and hair of yellow. It feels like silk to t'a touch. And her lips." Arius tilted his head back on the back of the chair, closing eyes to envision Catherine's heart-shaped mouth. "She's a tight, ripe t'ing" Arius growled as he jumped up to his feet in a burst of anger. "But I can't get her out of my head!" He shouted in frustration. Hanging off of the wall, Maurice winced in a painful fright. "Don't ye understand, Maurice? I feel t'a little lass crawlin' under my skin and I can't take it anymore!"
Arius yelled and began to angrily pace back and forth then kicked a wooden chair into pieces. "I am a demon! A vampire! I'm supposed to be treadin' on the dark side! Not hopin' and wishin' t'a lass will look my way!" In a fit of raging anger, Arius launched out his hand and grabbed the back of Maurice's head and shoved his downward into the prong heretic collar that was around the victims neck. After a minute, Arius lowered his eyes, realizing what he had done and stepped away from the body hanging off of the wall. A slow smile slid across his face as he began to laugh at the pool of blood soaking the floor. Shaking his head, Arius ran a hand through his messy dark long hair. The grin on his face slowly dissipated as his mind went right back to Catherine. "T'is has got to end." He says to himself.