moritsseven

Catrina slammed the door closed behind her and locked the heavy metal lock quickly. She groaned and pushed her dirty bangs out of her face. Sighing, she turned toward the bathroom and walked over the smoothe wood floor. She entered the gigantic washroom and studied her image in the mirror. Her reflection was disgusting and sweet at the same time.
Her hair was tangled and twisted with a few patches of spider webs. Her make up was smudged and had been almost completely rubbed off. Her clothing was stained and torn. Cat sighed and leaned down over the sink, pushing cold water into her face. She let the tingling sensation of coolness drip off her chin and nose, then finally wiped off her face.
She turned around and opened the door to the large shower. Catrina reached in and turned on the hot water, not even bothering with the cold. Soon, clouds of steam shadowed the room and the mirror became foggy and blocked.
After pealing off her clothing, she tumbled into the bathing area. Her body didn't bother moving from under the shower head, for the water felt far too comforting. Almost unconsiously, she grabbed the shampoo bottle and flipped open the lid. As the faded aroma of the cheap hair cleaner filtered through her nostrils, she sighed again.

Alicard sat alone in his living quarters in his rather large and comfortable chair. The moon light flooded in through the many seemingly isolated windows and decorated his face beautifully. His eyes seemed sad, yet their details were not unhappy. But still, his eyes were brimmed with fresh tears, and he did not know why. A cracked shot glass lay broken on the floor, and a bottle of vodka slept in his hand. A small shower of dust floated through the whole room, and he wondered if his maid even did anything. His real thoughts nestled elsewhere, though. All he could do was think of the way he had grabbed her... where he had grabbed her.
Reluctantly, he admitted to himself that he would touch her again if he had the chance. He wouldn't grab her, atleast not in a violent sense. Damn his father if he disapproved. He cared for the girl. He didn't even know her but there was something about her that hypnotized him in the worst way possible. His chest heaved heavily up and down with each breath, and he cursed male hormones and the memories and voices that wouldn't leave him alone.
He hated that he had upset her. But, he wouldn't ever want to give into her and go to her. That would be far worse than sinning.
"Ah, to hell with sinning," he muttered and lifted the bottle to his lips, "Its not like I haven't done it atleast a thousand times each day." And it was true. When he breathed, it filled his lungs with sin. When he looked, the object or person were overcome with his mistakes. If anyone was to be classified by the word 'Sinner', it would be him. He swallowed and dropped the empty container to the ground. It rolled in a semi-circle then rested in its place, gently leaning against the ornate red and brown rug carpeting the floor.
Alicard cursed again under his breath which was badly reaking of alcohol, and pushed his thoughts aside as he let the moon's song fill his head with dreams.

Catrina stepped out of the shower and grabbed a bathrobe. She slid it over her moist, naked body and tied the sash that wove its way around her waist. She shook out her wet hair and tried to look at herself in the mirror again, but failed because it was too hazy. Cat leaned forward and pressed her palm against the wet mirror and began rubbing.
As she did this, she lost herself in her thoughts. He had been so violent to her. He had pushed her up against a wall and harassed her. She found herself smirking and turned away from the mirror. Resting her butt against the counter in the bathroom, she continued to ponder. He had been so terribly rough. But she cursed herself, for she knew deep down she had enjoyed it.
She enjoyed being near him, let alone touched by him. Even if it was cruelly. She couldn't deny that fact any longer. She felt as though she belonged here, even though it was partially torture. There was no other place she had been to that made her feel the way she did now. Its as though she knew she'd spend her happiest moments here... and her most terrifying.
There were ideas that blossomed in her mind, and she quickly skimed over each of them. If she could only get to him, make him want her. Make him want her. She enjoyed the way that rolled around in her skull, and she walked out of the bathroom and into the room. Momentarily, she glanced at her bed. Its large canopy that towered over it, threw streaming red curtains down from it. The mattress was almost lost from vision because of the shielding material surrounding it. The pillows that dozed at the top of the bed were delicately designed with fine golden threads leading up and down into delighting fashions.
Catrina opened the closet door, pushing it to the side. She quickly looked through until she found a pair of old faded jeans and a simple black t-shirt. She dropped each artical of clothing into a pile on the floor as she crossed the room again to a small wooden chest. She opened it and pulled out a clean pair of panties and a bra. Her movements froze and she looked at a small envelope in the corner of the chest. I was partially burried under layers of colors and materials. She slid it out from being wedged between clothing, and opened it carefully.
Inside there seemed to be nothing, until she reached two fingers in and scrapped their tips across the bottom of the paper. There, in the right corner of the yellow envelope, was a small ring. Cat pulled it out and studied it closely. It was a simple band, and she figured that it must have been Alicard's mothers. Cautiously, she twisted the ring in her fingers, then slid it on. It was a tiny bit too small, but in her mind it fit perfectly. She glanced at her hand, then over at the curtains that blocked the moonlight. She shook out her drying hair and continued to dress herself.

He let his eyes lift from the floor as soft clicking filled his ears. A curved shadow moved out into the dimly lit room. On the dark wooden floor, it seemed hard to make out the shadow, but somehow Alicard found it and was startled by it. Slowly, he lifted his eyes onto Catrina's face. It wasn't heartbroken at all, but instead seemed to glow with some sort of vibe that her presence always had. Except this time, it seemed far brighter.
She walked to his chair and knelt in front of him, as though to present herself to him. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied him, and Alicard turned his face away, wishing he could get up and leave the room. If only she didn't please him the way she did, he could have done that. But something weighed him down and he sank lower into his chair and closed his eyes.
Alicard almost jumped when he first realized she was touching him. She had placed her palms on his knees and continued to stare at him, her gaze seeminly dazed but quite focused. His chest started to heave in an off beat fashion and he turned his head back so he could look at her again.
"Why are you afraid of me?" she whispered and her fingers slowly began rotating in soft circle over his knee, hardly rubbing up against the skin but still causing chills to run through his body. He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing flowed out. In that instant, the whole moment froze and Catrina sat up on her knees, pushing herself up off the ground as best as she could. She let her lips barely hang over his and she closed her eyes half-way. "Are you afraid of me?" she breathed into him again.
Before she pushed her lips into his, her hand danced up his leg, stopping to pay attention to his inner thigh. Alicard gasped and then found his voice again.
"Catrina," he said, his words cracking slightly. He grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her hand away from his flesh, but for some reason he couldn't tighten his grip as hard as last time. Alicard pushed himself up out of his seat and pulled her up also. She stood, finally finding the ground with her feet and looked up at him.
Catrina reached down and grapped the edge of her shirt and pulled it off over her head. She shook out her hair and took a step back, letting him look at her. She tilted her head slightly and smirked.
"Tell me..." she began and started to walk around him, dragging her fingertips across the clothing that lay ontop of his waist, "what do you do with the other women after you've fucked their brains out?" Alicard raised his eyebrow and then stiffened as she stopped walking and slipped both of her arms around his waist. Cat's fingers pushed his shirt up and then stole their way under the edge of his pants. Slowly, she began to massage the skin and leaned her face into the back of his neck.
"You must do something to them if you enjoy killing so much," she whispered and slid her hands around to the front of him and unbuttoned his jeans quickly, "Tell me, Alicard. If I were to sleep with you would you kill me too?" Her teeth nibbled at his flesh and she grinned in spite of herself.
His eyes widened and he looked down at her hands and the way they moved slowly, but too fast for his thoughts to register.
"Or am I different than the rest? Don't I make you feel like you never have before?" And with that she slipped her hands under his boxers and stroked up against him. He groaned and grabbed her hands again, prying them away from his aching manhood. Alicard turned to face her and threw her into his velvet chair.
"You aren't any different than the rest," he lied, then leaned down and kissed her lips vigorously. His hands reached back to where her bra fastened and he pulled away from her mouth. "But you make me feel different than the way I felt with them." He didn't bother unhooking her bra, but instead popped the back of it. Alicard slid his hands under the material and cupped her breasts in his palms, rubbing up into her gently. Catrina leaned her head back into the cushion of the chair and tried to breath easily.
His fingers gently teased her nipples as he leaned into her neck, his tongue sliding down over the skin. She tensed her muscles slightly, then relaxed and let out a slow breath. As his fingertips showered their touch over her breasts, he kissed down her neck and onto her shoulder. Alicard slipped his hands around her and picked her up gently, closing his eyes momentarily as she pressed her body into his.
As he laid her down on the floor and knelt down over her, slipping off his shirt over his head, his touch softened. His hands kneaded down over her growingly moist body and he connected with her. Catrina leaned up, finding his mouth with her own, and kissed him. And every time she pressed her lips into his there was an intense passion that swelled inside each of their bodies.
Cat's fingers twisted their way down to his already unfastened pants and pushed them down as best she could, making sure that her hands brushed up into his hardness at every moment she could. His head leaned back and soft moans echoed through the back of his throat.
And there, on his livingroom floor where his father had brutally attacked his mother, she pleased him in the worst ways possible. Her fingers teased him and her mouth had swallowed him. In a way, she had claimed him as her own until forever runs dry. The screams that had once risen inside the room were slowly being replaced with moans and held back cries of immense pleasure and pain.
Alicard peeled her jeans from her body and hesitated, taking a moment to actually breathe and look at her. No words could compliment her in the right way. Drawing in a deep breath and closing his eyes he rubbed his fingers up against her inner thighs. He leaned down into her neck and traced his love into her skin with the tip of his tongue. And as his feelings mounted to a point where he thought he could die, he slid two fingers up into her, stroking up against the wetness that he found there.
Catrina found herself enjoying this more than she had anything else. Just when he simply touched her, there was something that beat down into her that made her feel weak. But to feel that pounding in a new way, to feel him pounding up inside of her...
And before anymore thoughts could cross her mind, she felt his fingers move away and her legs being spread. As she finally felt him pushing inside of her slowly, she dug her fingers into his back and squeezed her eyes closed. There was a moment that lost itself in each of their minds, and Alicard sat there, just enjoying the fact that he was deep inside of this girl that made him feel important.
Softly, he pumped himself in and out of her at a slow pace, each time realising he couldn't wait anymore. He wanted her too bad to be gentle. Catrina moaned and rocked her body with his, making him push in farther. With that one action from her, Alicard rushed everything that was in him into her. After moments of the sweaty and exceedingly warm bodies brushing up against one another, they both fought back their screams. Alicard shook slightly and pressed his way into her one last time, and he released his seed inside of her. She tensed for a moment and moaned half-heartedly, for this triggered her own orgasm.
Alicard climbed off from being ontop of her and pulled her into his arms, running his fingers clumsily through her now slightly tangled hair. Cat buried her face in his chest and kissed his skin weakly, not ever wanting to have to give up this single moment. His fingers pushed her hair behind her ear and he kissed her earlobe, then leaned down and whispered, "I love you."