Lacrimosa
The Cello stood firmly
between her thighs as her hands played the haunting song Lacrimosa from
Mozart. The orchestra was all hushed and the audience sat attuned in
their seats, their faces all in a frozen look of aw, their gazes never wavering. Cathlina
was one of the finest Cello players in the New York Symphony Orchestra and she
had traveled to Italy to play for the Pope. Here was her moment to
shine on the world around her. She was shining so very brightly as a
dying star gives off its greatest light before it implodes and leaves nothing
but a fierce vacuum. Her dress lifted teasingly close and covered by
her cello alone. She played feverishly, her every thought given only
to the music in her heart, her mind and it flowed from her fingers like
lightning to the bow as it flowed across the strings with perfection. Then
the aria was completed and Cathlina was left momentarily confused as to wear
she was. She stood up and her dress flowed freely back down as she
moved from behind her Cello and took her bow.
He watched her that
night, brought into the auditorium by the enchanting sounds that were brought
forth from there. Mesmerized, he slipped in through a back
entrance. He stood there listening to her play and gazing longing at
the intensity her soul portrayed. How fire seemed to spew forth from
her. He closed his eyes and amidst the scent of everything and
everyone around him, he could smell her. The scent of Jasmine and
Rose filled him though she sat far away. He smiled then, a smile he
had not been able to break for so long. He gave a smile that broke
through some dark mask that had been his for what seemed an
eternity. Then there was the other feeling within him, and the soul
reason he was about that night. His hunger filled him and her scent
was making it claw its way out faster. As silently as he came, he
was gone.
Paris was beautiful
Cathlina thought. Just the city for her to bring out her own beauty
and then both the city and she could shine as one. For to her there
was no one better than she and it was after all her world in which she
lived. It had not always been so, she had been lost for so
long. She petted a small song bird in her hands and thought about
her own life. A life that was someone else’s tormented her and teased her for
years. Something about that night had changed her
forever. The last night she had played. Years ago it
seemed. She was but a child then, she thought. Cathlina
looked out at the starry night and smiled at it. She must be off to
bed, so that she may dream of him again. In dreams she thought, never
in reality. She looked down at her hands now streaked with blood her hand
now a clenched fist. She stared down at the song bird which had
become nothing more than a mass of feathers, skin and crushed
bones. She smiled and dropped the bird to the ground below her
balcony and went to wash her hands.
He came to her that night
as she slept, her long hair falling across her face. He reached down
to brush it away. She didn’t move his touch was so
light. Standing above her he inhaled deeply taking in the all too
familiar scent of Jasmine and Rose. Another smell overtook him and
overwhelmed his senses. It coursed through her veins and he could
hear it as loudly as one could hear the rampaging of wild beasts, or a raging
white water river. Her very essence, her blood beckoned to
him. Weakly, he fell to his knees beside her. He had lived
alone all of his existence taking what he wanted from whom he
wanted. Yet, for some reason he could not bear to take from her his
desire, couldn’t force her to give him what he needed. He clutched
her bed sheets and cursed himself for what she was causing him to
be. A wicked fire burned in him, a horrid flame from hell
itself. He lifted up and raised over her with a demonic possession
in his stare.
Cathlina opened her eyes
and stared up at him. She didn’t know if she were still dreaming or
not. The unholy glow in his eyes only brought curiosity to
her. No fear flew through her mind. She saw him fall to
his knees and in an instant she was down beside him beckoning him to get up
with her, in which he did. “Are you my angel?” she asked
He thought about this for
a moment. A bitter smile played across his lips. He was
about to take her life to ease his own suffering and she asks him if he is her
angel? What kind of angel, but of darkness and evil? What
kind of angel that would live on blood and then devour the souls of others. Neither
fully vampire nor demon he was cursed with both of the realms. Never
had he felt anything but an ungodly wickedness and scorn, and hatred for all
mankind. Yet when he had found her that night, he had been
lost. Completely to her and feared her discovery would cause such a
weakness he wouldn’t be able to stand himself.
She looked at him and
smiled. Something unknown, and unexplained somehow passed between
them. “Giuseppe?” She grasped his hand in hers and lifted
it up to her cheek and he closed his eyes. She kissed each of his
fingers down to his wrist and bit into him fiercely and his blood flowed freely
into her mouth.
His eyes jerked open and
he looked down her lips clamped over his wrist drawing out his blood and taking
it into her. The feeling was explosive for him and he growled deep
within. She removed her lips. He moved his finger and
lifted up her chin. He stared into her eyes and what he saw was the
most charmingly wicked look he had ever seen in any being. He stood
up pulling her to her feet. Her pajama’s hung loosely around her as
he lifted her up and carried her onto the balcony and then disappeared with her
in the shadows.
Cathlina awoke and found
herself in a dark room, with mirrors everywhere. So much so that she
was the first one she laid eyes upon before rising out of the bed. She
made her way down the hall and into a grand room where music
played. She recognized the tune. It was simply the
introduction to Lacrimosa. The song that she had played her last so
many years ago
She stepped lightly on
her toes into the grand room that was lit only by candle light. Her
eyes fluttered shut and she started swaying the beginning of the
tune. Her feet pivoted and she dipped and spun. As the
song picked up, so did her step. Her eyes opened as she saw him
sitting before her in a large armed chair. Her step never faltered
and her gaze transfixed on him as her movements intensified. Her
eyes never left his except for the occasional pirouette.
Giuseppe stood up and
grasped Cathlina by her hand with his own and her waist with the other and she
spun her and dipped her. Their feet kept in perfect time with the
song and with each other. Their movements were as one, and he lifted
her and brought her down with such tenderness and form.
Cathlina turned in a step
and she could see them. The girls, their naked bodies chained at the
throat anchored to the stone floor. Their gazes were forlorn as
though they knew not where they were. How aloof they appeared to
be. In the embrace of the dance she noticed more of
them. Dried blood on them, bite marks. She looked at Giuseppe
and the music had stopped.
“Cara Mia, my love.” He
said to her. The only words out of his mouth and she was smiling up
at him. He lifted her up in his arms and carried her away to some
secret place, grabbing a hold of a chain and pulling a girl behind them.
Cathlina shoved the body
from the bed completely let of blood, save for a finger that she ripped off and
nibbled the flesh from and tossed the bone. The bed stained red and Cathlina
looked down at Giuseppe. They shared a smile between them with an
understanding that no other being could have possibly understood from
another. Their souls connected on a level that extended far beyond time
and space. It transcended universes and broke through the barriers
of life itself. Cathlina curled up under her lovers embrace and
clung close to his body.
Giuseppe looked at her
and kissed her blood stained lips and inhaled deeply of her scent forcing a low
growl to rip from him. He touched her cheek with his finger and
traced it down to her jaw.
“I knew you would find me
my beloved.” She said wickedly
He smiled sleepily. “Just
as I will find you in every other life. You cannot escape from me no
matter how hard you try. No matter where you try to run, I will find
you.” He kissed her eyes. “Go to sleep my beautiful
little darkling we have lives to ruin. You will need your strength.”
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