Cateline's face burned a bright red as her newly acquired servant undressed her. Besides her father when she was a babe, no man had laid eyes on her naked form. But, she gave no hesitations in helping him help her get dressed.
"Thank you, Damien.." She nodded, running her hands over the fabric that shielded her body now.
As she watched Damien cook, she kept shaking hands folded in front of her. She was starting to feel dizzy, but refused to show a sign. She thought of where he may have sent her clothing. If he was some kind of Hell beast, was that where he sent it?
Sitting as Damien pulled her chair. Cateline nodded again. "Thank you, Damien." She started eating, it having been some amount of time since she had a real meal. Hearing Damien, she looked up. Her eyes widened, and she gave a tiny frown. "Oh, no thank you.." She shook her head. "But it is very good." Did he eat everything like that? Maybe they would have a thing or two to teach each other..
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Sorry that took so long.
"I'm sorry." She apologized, as he finished cleaning her neck. As she followed him into the kitchen, she shook her head at the sight. What dishes hadn't been taken were shattered across the floor. The kitchen cabinets were open, stripped of their contents.
"I'm afraid that breakfast might be postponed.." She sighed. She would have to gather what she could from the house and sell it in town.. Cateline pushed blonde strands away form her face, little dirt streaks looked like brown highlights.
When Damien phased through the wall, her eyes widened. His abilities were probably close to infinite, and it wasn't likely that she would see them all in a short time. She would have to keep mental notes of his plethora of skills.
Cateline let out a small sigh. She would love to be able to sit around in the lovely white dress.. "The gray one, please, Damien." She reached out for it. "It would be best not to call attention myself if we'll be leaving the manor.. And we could sell the white one, to give us money for our travels." There would be no point in ruining the white dress. Their future was unclear and they would be better off if she was in something a little more low-key.
"I'm afraid that breakfast might be postponed.." She sighed. She would have to gather what she could from the house and sell it in town.. Cateline pushed blonde strands away form her face, little dirt streaks looked like brown highlights.
When Damien phased through the wall, her eyes widened. His abilities were probably close to infinite, and it wasn't likely that she would see them all in a short time. She would have to keep mental notes of his plethora of skills.
Cateline let out a small sigh. She would love to be able to sit around in the lovely white dress.. "The gray one, please, Damien." She reached out for it. "It would be best not to call attention myself if we'll be leaving the manor.. And we could sell the white one, to give us money for our travels." There would be no point in ruining the white dress. Their future was unclear and they would be better off if she was in something a little more low-key.
Cateline shifted back slightly at the sight of his teeth. Something about his smile was terribly familiar. It was like something she frequently saw in her dreams. Maybe that was why she wasn't afraid..
She recalled his corpse, and his body changing into his current form. Gagging slightly at the noise his body made as he changed, she shook her head slightly. "If we are to travel, I feel we would be much better off with your male form.. A seemingly alone female is asking for danger.." She watched him change back.
"First, I would like to see if there is any clothing left in the manor more suitable than this.." Cateline motioned to her ripped dress. "I doubt it, but I would like to look.. And then maybe, if we can find anything, we should eat.." If she went more than a few hours with out eating, Cateline would start to feel light-headed and nauseous, occasionally irritable, and her hands would start to shake. . Her mother had been the same way, their doctor just telling them to make sure that they eat to avoid fainting.
She recalled his corpse, and his body changing into his current form. Gagging slightly at the noise his body made as he changed, she shook her head slightly. "If we are to travel, I feel we would be much better off with your male form.. A seemingly alone female is asking for danger.." She watched him change back.
"First, I would like to see if there is any clothing left in the manor more suitable than this.." Cateline motioned to her ripped dress. "I doubt it, but I would like to look.. And then maybe, if we can find anything, we should eat.." If she went more than a few hours with out eating, Cateline would start to feel light-headed and nauseous, occasionally irritable, and her hands would start to shake. . Her mother had been the same way, their doctor just telling them to make sure that they eat to avoid fainting.
Cateline gasped as she felt the alcohol on her neck. But she kept her chin up, her face scrunching and her lips pursed. His fangs? Was that a joke? It wasn't a very comforting one. With all of her panic, she had hardly noticed the pain in her throat from the knife wound.
She pulled what remained if her dress around her still. "You've given me no reason to think that you should hurt me.. But you do frighten me.." Mostly because of what she had seen, a small part of how old he was, and partially because he served her family for generations. But that was fear of her own family history now. "If you tell me I have to family left.. And I am no longer betrothed.. I have no where to go.."
She could only assume her family's homes would look similar to her own. At this rate, all she could do was explore the family history, find out where Damien came from, and find out why everyone was dead.
She pulled what remained if her dress around her still. "You've given me no reason to think that you should hurt me.. But you do frighten me.." Mostly because of what she had seen, a small part of how old he was, and partially because he served her family for generations. But that was fear of her own family history now. "If you tell me I have to family left.. And I am no longer betrothed.. I have no where to go.."
She could only assume her family's homes would look similar to her own. At this rate, all she could do was explore the family history, find out where Damien came from, and find out why everyone was dead.
Wincing as he touched her neck, she just closed her eyes. He made no move to harm her, and she shouldn't have a reason to think that he would, but she couldn't help but be afraid of what she had seen him do. His hand was gentle against her neck, seemingly strange to her because of what she had seen of him.
The only Warwick left.. Part of this frightened her. But with Damien so willing to serve.. Why should she be afraid? He is the gun, and I am the hand that fires.. She thought. He is the hound that hunts for me.. He is the soldier an I am the general.. His actions are all dependent on my word.. Damien's actions are my choice.. My responsibility.. Cateline partially understood why some of her family would leave him in the basement.. It was a dangerous power to have..
"Cateline.." She said, her voice a bit more sturdy and confident. "You may call me Cateline.." Looking down, she tried to pull what was left of her dress together to cover exposed skin. She looked up to meet his eyes. She knew now that the world was not a place to be alone. It was not the place her parents told her it was. It was dark. It was unforgiving. And she had a weapon just as evil..
The only Warwick left.. Part of this frightened her. But with Damien so willing to serve.. Why should she be afraid? He is the gun, and I am the hand that fires.. She thought. He is the hound that hunts for me.. He is the soldier an I am the general.. His actions are all dependent on my word.. Damien's actions are my choice.. My responsibility.. Cateline partially understood why some of her family would leave him in the basement.. It was a dangerous power to have..
"Cateline.." She said, her voice a bit more sturdy and confident. "You may call me Cateline.." Looking down, she tried to pull what was left of her dress together to cover exposed skin. She looked up to meet his eyes. She knew now that the world was not a place to be alone. It was not the place her parents told her it was. It was dark. It was unforgiving. And she had a weapon just as evil..
Cateline screamed with the men. She pushed herself back, wanting nothing but to be far away from what was happening. What she saw forced her stomach contents up, and she emptied it into a near by bucket. She gagged at the sight of what Damien was doing to the men, wincing as their blood spattered onto her clothing and still exposed skin.
She looked up at him as he spoke to her, her eyes larger than usual. Cateline shook on the floor in fear and in nausea. Reaching up to touch the blood on her neck, she pulled another fabric piece to it, applying pressure. Her entire body shook, trembling in fear. "What-What are you?" She asked, tears rolling down her cheeks as she forced herself to take deep breaths.
What kind of family was she born into to have the Anti-Christ as a personal servant? If he was serving their family, why would her mother tell her horror stories? Was she hiding him? Trying to keep her away from the family shadows? That would make sense.. When her relatives from the north came, they were always secretive..
She looked up at him as he spoke to her, her eyes larger than usual. Cateline shook on the floor in fear and in nausea. Reaching up to touch the blood on her neck, she pulled another fabric piece to it, applying pressure. Her entire body shook, trembling in fear. "What-What are you?" She asked, tears rolling down her cheeks as she forced herself to take deep breaths.
What kind of family was she born into to have the Anti-Christ as a personal servant? If he was serving their family, why would her mother tell her horror stories? Was she hiding him? Trying to keep her away from the family shadows? That would make sense.. When her relatives from the north came, they were always secretive..
He was called the Anti-Christ since the olden times, and served her ancestors? How old was Damien and how deep was the darkness that seemed to belong to her family? Maybe there was more to her parents murder than just peasants wanting revenge..
A shudder went through Cateline as Damien so enthusiastically announced his want to serve. She gagged as he described what he wanted to do to the men. She wasn't sure if she was more disgusted by his proposed actions, or his willingness to go through with it. But these men had nothing but bad intentions for her. Damien seemed more willing to protect. His aura overwhelmed her, causing her stomach to churn. She watched the men try to control their fearing shakes. "Deal with them as you see fit.." Cateline managed. If her circumstances were different, guards would take them to the basement for trespassing and assault, and now she knew why..
Something didn't settle well in her stomach. She had watched Damien heal himself with her blood. She watched a knife do no damage to him. He was a servant of her family for generations.. There must be some kind of dark family secret, and Damien was a part of it.. She had to know what this all was.. Maybe something left in the manor would help her figure something out..
A shudder went through Cateline as Damien so enthusiastically announced his want to serve. She gagged as he described what he wanted to do to the men. She wasn't sure if she was more disgusted by his proposed actions, or his willingness to go through with it. But these men had nothing but bad intentions for her. Damien seemed more willing to protect. His aura overwhelmed her, causing her stomach to churn. She watched the men try to control their fearing shakes. "Deal with them as you see fit.." Cateline managed. If her circumstances were different, guards would take them to the basement for trespassing and assault, and now she knew why..
Something didn't settle well in her stomach. She had watched Damien heal himself with her blood. She watched a knife do no damage to him. He was a servant of her family for generations.. There must be some kind of dark family secret, and Damien was a part of it.. She had to know what this all was.. Maybe something left in the manor would help her figure something out..
Cateline winced as the knife was against her once more. It's speaking! She thought, still as terrified as the men. And to me- That thought made ger shutter
As the men dropped her, she gathered what she could of her ruined night gown to cover herself with. Some of the fabric was directed to her still dripping neck.
"Y-Yes.." She she managed, answering his first question with one word. She tried to scoot back ever so slightly, fear still overwhelmingly present on her face. Wide eyes watched his teeth, before getting caught in blood red eyes. Gift? Her panicky memories brought her back to the knife, and how it-he didn't move until her blood was present. "My blood..?" She whispered, holding the fabric tighter against her neck. Vampire? That wouldn't make sense, but it was close enough for now. Her mother's voice echoed in her head with stories of the Anti-Christ.
As the men dropped her, she gathered what she could of her ruined night gown to cover herself with. Some of the fabric was directed to her still dripping neck.
"Y-Yes.." She she managed, answering his first question with one word. She tried to scoot back ever so slightly, fear still overwhelmingly present on her face. Wide eyes watched his teeth, before getting caught in blood red eyes. Gift? Her panicky memories brought her back to the knife, and how it-he didn't move until her blood was present. "My blood..?" She whispered, holding the fabric tighter against her neck. Vampire? That wouldn't make sense, but it was close enough for now. Her mother's voice echoed in her head with stories of the Anti-Christ.
Cateline cried out, partly in protest, mostly in defeat. She tried to kick and fight, starting to sob as they starting tearing her clothing, exposing her.
Her attention was was shifted with the men's. The movement of the body, and seeing its face in the faint candle light produced a scream from her lips. Her breathing grew shallow and quick, her body started to shaking in panic. What ever this was, it wasn't human. Or, it was? After taking her blood with its tongue, Cateline watched it morph into.. A man..? Her confusion was over powered by her fear. She continued to try and pull from the men, no longer concerned with the men who held her down. She muttered prayers. This 'man' was something from the horror stories that her mother would tell her. Stories of demons, the devil, things to keep her behaved, and chaste, or so she thought..
Her attention was was shifted with the men's. The movement of the body, and seeing its face in the faint candle light produced a scream from her lips. Her breathing grew shallow and quick, her body started to shaking in panic. What ever this was, it wasn't human. Or, it was? After taking her blood with its tongue, Cateline watched it morph into.. A man..? Her confusion was over powered by her fear. She continued to try and pull from the men, no longer concerned with the men who held her down. She muttered prayers. This 'man' was something from the horror stories that her mother would tell her. Stories of demons, the devil, things to keep her behaved, and chaste, or so she thought..
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