Loath, Fury, Lust, and Intolerance

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My heart jumped. I didn't want to see Alexandre when I was with Lance. They had to stay apart for my brain not to explode. To me it was like I lived two lives, one with Alexandre and one with Lance. My life with Lance hated my life with Alexandre, but yet my life with Alexandre didn't care about my life with Lance. Even I didn't understand it, but with both of them together, both parts of my lives were brutally battling, both trying to win by the death of the other.

"What's going on here? Leeon, you're mine. Furthermore, I need you to come with me. Lance, get back to work immediately," Alexandre commanded. I quickly stood up, Lance slowly and painfully getting up after me. Alexandre left the room and I followed. I couldn't see what Lance was doing after we turned the corner, but I was furious that Alexandre made him get up and work while he was so hurt, especially since it was his fault. Not only did Alexandre put the demon in me, he disappeared the one time I needed his! I wanted to strangle his neck till it was black, but I knew I would be dead before then, and something inside me didn't want too.

Alexandre led us down to the basement where I stopped walking right outside the door. I didn't want to go back in the basement. Stopping was a subconscious decision; my body knew what happened last time and it didn't want it to happen again. It was like I had no control, but it wasn't the demon stopping me, it was.

Looking down the dark stairway sent shivers throughout my body. I had never been scared of a place like that before. It was an awful feeling of pure fear.

Alexandre turned, his long silver hair twirling in the air. "Don't stop, or you will be punished. Go!" he demanded, pointing towards the basement entrance. His anger scared my body into giving me control, and I walked down the stairs into the basement and through the rooms to the back room with the table. Well, actually I ran to the back room because the other rooms freaked me out. I did not like looking at all the dead bodies. I could smell them just in the brief time I was in the first time and I didn't want to stop and analyze it. In the second room I could hear faint moans of the caged souls, crying out at me, but I had no time or will power to stop and help them.

I didn't want to be punished again. I was willing to be very obedient just to not be whipped again. I lay on the table and Alexandre tied me down.

"What are you going to do?" I asked squeamishly.

Alexandre looked at me with a twisted smile and I saw a dark intention in his deep silver eyes. He then replied, "I'm going to kill Grandmama. But I need the demon inside you to do it. Be warned, it will hurt. Prepare yourself." Kill Grandmama! If Alexandre is using her body as a vessel how is that even possible? And I didn't like that he "needed" the demon inside me. That was just not okay, at all.

However, I was surprised he was, in a way, kind to me. He was technically warning me about the pain. It wasn't like he told me it won't hurt so I was surprised when the pain happened. I was confused, but I wasn't complaining.

Walking out of the room, he closed the door behind him. He was gone for a minute, but then the door opened and Grandmama walked in, wearing her normal black garb. She walked up to me and placed her hand on my chest, starting to speak the snake like language and I felt the demon inside me once again. I lost control and the pain came again. She spoke and I saw my body move, randomly twitching. Then it felt like Grandmama had stabbed her hand into my chest and was pulling out the demons soul. I saw a bluish see-through apparition rise out of my body.

It looked like evil in its purest form. It was disgusting, ugly, and just evil. It had huge muscles with large visible veins. Its back had thorn-like-spikes along his spine, and it had small spikes on the outside edge of its arms. It had a dog-like snout without the fur but had human ears and eyes. It had no hair but its head produced various horns all made so he could ram into things. I could tell it was tall by how high above my body it reached, and its huge muscular body filled the room.

The demon reached it muscular hand out and wrapped its claws around Grandmama's neck. Grandmama didn't react as the demon squeezed the life out of her. I knew Alexandre was controlling her and making her stand still. I wondered if he let Grandmama feel the pain because I knew he probably didn't want to tolerate it. Then it placed its other hand on her face, plunging its claws into her open eyes. Her eyes internally and externally filled with blood until it overflowed down her face almost like tears. It was like all those twisted gothic fairy tales, but it was somehow real.

It pulled its hand out, her eyes sticking to its claws. I could barely saw there were eyes anymore. They were blood red balls that continued to pour blood out like a water fall. The tissue holding her eyes on was pulled visibly taut before the demon pulled once again and they tore, continuing the blood fest. It seemed like the eyes deflated as the blood flow eventually stopped, but her eye sockets seemed like an endless supply of blood.

Its hand opened her mouth and placed her eyes inside, closing her mouth and pulling its claws out, the eyes still inside. Grabbing her jaw, it pulled and left the jaw hanging from its right hinge. It was disturbing how awful Grandmama looked. Death did not fit her. She looked disgusting.

Finally, it slowly pierced its claws into her chest, widening the wound as it slid its entire hand in chest and the blood rushed out, making her once black dress red. Continuing it pull its hand out, it later pulled out her still beating heart. Its menacing fist squeezed it until it burst into an explosion of blood.

I was absolutely disgusted. I just a saw murder on par with Jack the Ripper! I didn't think the human body could fit so much blood. The room itself was practically painted in. I know I was covered, so much that my clothes felt wet, which I never enjoyed the feeling of. It was like I just walked into a pool fully clothed and walked out. There was that much blood! And I'm sure the floor was flooding.

Grandmama was finally dead, and her body fell to the floor. In a way I was relieved and happy, but with the pain from the possession and the shock and disgust of what just happened, I didn't pay much attention to it. Moments later, a naked, blood-drenched Alexandre stood up. He was naked, but the layer of blood was so thick on him you really couldn't see anything. The demon's apparition had vanished, and I was in full control again. However, I was in total shock and couldn't move. I had just seen true evil. It was horrendous.

"Thank you. I have a special gift for your obedience. Wait here," Alexandre said, walking out of the room, leaving bloody footprints behind. The room had instantly gotten really cold, and I was terrified Alexandre would rape me again. Not even a day had gone by, and yet he might rape me again. I tried to move but the restraints stopped me.

I hated myself then for even noticing that he was naked. I should have only been looking at his face, but did I? No. I was disappointed for not even half a second that the blood was no thick on him but quickly stopped, disappointed in me. I was realizing that my dream was only trying to help me, not scare me. If I had only resisted the temptation of his body, I wouldn't feel all the pain I did. I fought with temptation and it won.

When Alexandre walked back in, he was carrying a black pendent with a red ruby in it. It looked extremely unique in a dark but beautiful way. It had a black intricate framing around the ruby, and the chain too was black. He placed it around my neck and I was overcome with a dark feeling. It was a feeling of loath, fury, lust, and intolerance. Inside, I hated it, but in a way, I enjoyed it. I felt free to do what I wanted. It was like it gave me the ability to pleasure myself, but somewhere deep inside, my buried conscience disapproved.

Then, of course, Alexandre laid his blood-soaked hand on my chest gently and leaned down, his face over mine. Only, this time, I started the kiss. The kiss tasted like blood but I liked it. I let my tongue caress his lips, asking for entrance, and who was Alexandre to decline? Our tongues dancing, he climbed onto the table, kneeling on his hands and knees over me.

I was in a state of extreme lust for him. At that moment I wanted nothing else but him. He was my drug, my addiction, my everything. Nothing in the world mattered to me. We might as well have been the only people alive. I forgot about Lance, Grandmama, even my parents. Nothing mattered.

I couldn't see how, but he removed my restraints and I wrapped my arms and legs around his body, clenching onto his pale, muscular body. He was truly sexy, but, even though I didn't care at the moment, Lance was beautiful and far surpassed Alexandre in my normal state of mind. Between Alexandre and myself removing them, my blood-drenched clothes were soon gone, only the black necklace remaining.

My body had large sections, handprints, and even tongue trails on blood. It felt so right, like blood and sex were meant to go together. I found it kind of attractive, at least on me. That made me think maybe Alexander was the right match for me. His murderous nature provided lots of blood, and blood got along well with me.

I threw my mother's locket against the wall, and at the moment, I didn't care. I was engulfed in lust. We had switched placed and I was on top of him. I found myself kissing him down his neck, then his chest, then his stomach, and further down. I can't believe what I was doing. I continued until he started to move, getting on top of me and I just let him in. This time it didn't hurt at all. It was pure bliss.

We had had completely consensual sex, filled with lust and passion, and I didn't care. We were sitting side by side, naked, after having finished our affair. He looked at me and said, "I told you."

"Your mine. I know I'm better than Lance. I had him before I had you. You're much better. I really don't want to lose you, you are too much fun. How about I take over Lance's body? Then you won't have to deal with the demon." He spoke with such a twisted intent, and yet I liked it.

"I agree. I'll go get him." I said, biting my lip in lust. My voice had a darker tone than I had ever heard. I sounded evil in a similar way to Alexandre, but it did not compare to the intensity of his voice. I could never compare to him. He was perfect.

I was in a dark, evil love with Alexandre. I wish I could say it was due to the necklace, but it was a feeling I had had before, but suppressed it. I didn't care about losing Lance because I knew I would have his body through Alexandre, and, in a way, I was happy that I could have Lance without his innocent ways, but Alexandre said he had had sex with Lance before, and I figured Lance couldn't be that bad beneath the clothes then. At that moment, it seemed like the only thing about Lance that I liked was his body. His body was gorgeous, and he so innocently wasted it, and I knew Alexandre would use it well, so I was all for the idea.

Standing up, I put my underwear on and slipped on my pants, buttoning then, but skipping the zipper. I put my shirt on, but I only did several buttons, enough to cover myself, but I left my mother's locket on the floor. I no longer cared about what the servants thought of me. After all, they are servants. I just put clothes on because I didn't think they were worthy of seeing myself.

I left the basement, yelling at the stupid moans from the cages and laughing at the deformed baby in the tank. Walking to the storage room, I found Lance trying to clean, holding his rib in pain. He excitedly looked at me, my face holding a smile that overlooked his pain. His smile produced such retched happiness, it was awful. I wanted to slap the smile off his face.

I grabbed his hand and said, "Come with me, I have a surprise for you." He nodded.

Before walking away, I stood in his path and kissed him, forcing my tongue into his mouth and he seemed hesitant to move his own against mine. I was kissing him and he practically denied me! It angered me. Bored with the kiss, I pulled away, slightly biting his lip to relieve my anger. Taking him down to the basement, he cringed at the sights and I chuckled. He noticed the baby and sighed in sadness for it as I laughed at him.

"It's just a dead baby, liven up Lance!" I said, enthusiastically.

He stopped and said, "What is wrong with you? You aren't yourself- it's your pendent!"

He reached out for the black pendent but I turned away from him and slapped his hand down. Angry, I pulled him through the basement as he resisted.

"Lance, that pendent, it changes how you act. You're not yourself, you need to-"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear your stupid voice anymore, just shut up," I was annoyed he wouldn't stop talking. I knew the pendent had an effect on me but I loved who it made me. I wasn't shy about getting what I wanted; I wasn't held back by others and got what I wanted. It removed my flaws.

As I got into the third room, Alexandre was there naked, but wearing my mom's locket. I found it romantic that we were both wearing each other's necklaces, although I hated how innocent the heart locket was.

I pushed him against the table and began to lift him on it but he was resisting me. "Stop it. This can be a lot more painful if you continue to resist," I sneered through my teeth. I could see the look of fearful sorrow, as if he'd lost him in me, when I threatened him. He seemed shock that I would even be aggressive with him, let alone threaten him. He was finally crying and I found it funny, making him cry harder.

Alexandre's muscles tightened as he tore Lance's shirt and bandage off and began to cut the pentagram into his chest. Lance was screaming in pain and I just watched. His body was stretched out, his back arched, his toes were flexed, and his fists were clenching, blood dripping from his palms. I wasn't laughing, but I was kind of watching, angry that he wouldn't shut up. Lance was covered in blood and I found it attractive on him to. Blood seemed to trigger lust inside me. When Alexandre finished, he put the scissor and scalpel on the counter behind the chair and left the room.

"Why are you doing this? I though you loved me?" Lance pleaded.

"I want to save myself over you. It's not like you wouldn't do the same," I said, as if I had never met Lance. I knew he would do anything to save myself over him, but I said it just to see his reaction. It was cruel but I didn't care.

"What? I would never..." he couldn't speak through the tears he produced. I found him so pathetic. He seemed to always be crying. I thought he needed to grow up. I knew I was everything to him and seeing him cry just made me feel empowered, but it also made me annoyed. Crying does not sound pretty, and it made him look awful. I mean, he would be so hot just lying there covered in blood with the pentagram, but was he? No, because his face was soaked in his tears. It was a waste.

Alexandre walked back in with a candle and placed it on Lance's bloody chest. Lance mumbled something from the pain of the candles pressure on his cuts, but I didn't care enough to try and figure out what he said. Alexandre cupped the wick with his hands and when he removed them the candle was lit. Alexandre walked out of the room, with a twisted, sexy grin on his face. I followed him, and just outside the third room, we began to make out. It was the least innocent kiss I had ever had. We were practically tasting each other's tonsils, and then kissing each other with our tongues completely out of our mouths.

Stopping for breath, I asked, "When will the candle be done burning?"

"Tomorrow. Let's go to my room," he said. I was excited to see the master bedroom in the mansion. I knew my bedroom in the mansion was bigger than the one I had at my old home, and I had a bathroom, so I couldn't imagine how big his would be.

Following Alexandre, we walked out of the basement and up to the sixth floor via the grand hall. We walked down several hallways lined with doors and flickering candles before we came upon another staircase leading up to a door.

Alexandre opened the door and we walked into a huge room filled with a bed that screamed seduction, a tub the size of a hot tub filled with rose petals, too many dressers for any one man, unhuman or not, and large, elaborate candelabras that illuminated the room with a romantic glow. He turned to me and gestured with his arms, inviting me in.

"Welcome to your new room. A world of lust and passion, all for you to enjoy," he said, licking his lips. I laughed at his somewhat commercial-like speech. Walking over, I sat on the bed, looking at him sexually. I was definitely way to attracted to him to ever not be thinking about sex. He practically symbolized sex in my eyes.

"Want some?" I asked jokingly.

"You can't handle anymore. You're still human." he said seriously.

"What do you mean by still?" I asked, curiously. How can you have too much sex? Like was the sex we had previously had not enough and if we did it again he would go into supernatural overdrive sex? I couldn't imagine supernatural sex, it must be amazing. I wanted it, and was curious. I wanted to know so badly.

"Well, I can't let you die from old age, can I? I'll simply find you a vessel."

"Oh," I said, processing the thought. Why did he ignore the sex? What the hell? I wasn't asking about the human part, although I was curious about it, the sex mattered more to me. I knew I had to stop because I was way to sex crazed, and after a few seconds of telling myself to calm down, I did, and I moved on.

I was worried about having a vessel. I didn't want have to cut any pentagrams on anyone, unless he could do it for me. If I cut the pentagram, I would probably mess up and it would be sideways or something. I was never an artist. My hand tended to be shaky. Although I liked the thought of being able to pick my body. We could kidnap an underwear model or something, or with all the money he had, we could hold a pageant and I could have the body of my favorite, but I would make sure they lost so it wasn't suspicious. My mind didn't stop thinking until Alexandre spoke again.

"Why? You're not interested?" he asked in a somewhat commanding tone.

"No, I love the idea," I said, done processing.

He came and laid in the bed next to me and I laid down also. I soon found myself lying on his warm chest, and quickly fell asleep.

"I told you! I hope you like pain, because you're about to have a lot to deal with!" John said, his face in mine. I looked around and I was once again in my room with Grandmama and John. I remembered how they entered as Lance and Saria and remembered John's last words. "You can't resist the temptation." I failed, he was right. I couldn't resist the temptation of Alexandre.

"I know I failed, get out of my face!" I said as I pushed him away from me, starting to get angry. Why was he up in my face? He stumbled slightly, but not much.

"Don't touch me, slut!" he said, walking back and standing next to Grandmama. Then, Grandmama stepped forward, starting to smile. Oh, god what was she doing? I did not trust her.

She stopped only a foot away from me and undid her hair, letting it fall out of the bun, but as it fell down, it turned silver, hanging to her mid-stomach. She slid her arms inside her dress, the sleeves hanging flat, and I knew exactly

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