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Faith	By : BishiMistress Category: +S to Z > Trinity Blood Views: 6602 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Darkephoenix: I'm looking forward to it too. In fact, it's going to be so good it needs it's own blessed chapter. i will make it beautifully violent, I promise. Thanks for the praise, it's always welcome, and I'm glad you're not bored with it.
DarkCrusnikMagician: squee indeed, and yeah, a sexagon would sure be fun. At any rate, yes, Isaac is going to be sore very soon. We'll see if I can't bring Dietrich into the mix. I dunno if I can finesse it enough, but we'll see >.< You think Isaac will come fuck me up for writing about him being beaten by a human chick? ;P
winterfrau: There's no point to reading crap like that. Women should be meek and forgiving, no matter the suffering involved. I say get it while the getting's good and Isaac deserves it. I think all rapists should be presented to their victims for WHATEVER punishment they see fit. But that's a philosophical avenue I don't have the time for at 3am. yeah, Cain knows waiting is half the pain involved. And next chappie, you'll get whatcha want so bad, I promise ;)
KaieAithne: *a la the orbitz chick* Fabulous! Thanks again, and I'm glad you like them :'> I like your story too and it makes me look at Hugue a lot more intensely, and I think that Abel might have some real competition on his hands. Then again, he is part of my massive man harem, so he's got lots. Yeah, I forgot to tell you who I was sorry >_< No kitty that's a bad kitty! >_< I'll keep reviewing as you keep writing!
Caranril: ROFLMAO! A fucking cockbite! I've never heard that one before, I think I have a new favorite phrase. That's a bazillion times better than sexagon! Don't feel bad for Isaac already, we haven't even started yet. And no I haven't heard of *insert horribly long japanese title here*, but it sounds like fun. See, that's how my dream world is....opulent palace, man harem. Have I mentioned it before? Could swear I had....hmmm.... YAY! I don't know why real life can't be that way, but I've been wishing for it at every opportunity for like...years now.....*holds her breath*
Lulu: eep! *rubs the back of her head where you cracked her* I'm not dead yet! Alucard hasn't paid me a visit. yet. *waits patiently, tapping her foot* yeah, I seem to be pendulum swinging between mushy and horribly violent. I'm nuts like that. And thanks! I just do what comes naturally. I never dreamed anyone would take such a liking to a story that's so unoriginal.
Hey, Miss Murder, can I make beauty stay if I take my life?
Chapter 26: Mistress Winter

Alex woke to hear the steady breathing of Cain as he slept soundly. She wasn�t sure why she was awake, but she had a sick feeling in her stomach and an awful taste in her mouth. Images of Tres, Isaak, Leon and Cain all swam through her head. She struggled to make sense of it all, to remember how much time had passed. Somehow the images of Tres and Leon rang false. She could recall the look of fury on Cain�s face and Isaak on top of her, his grunting in her ear. Her stomach roiled violently and she launched herself out of bed, reaching the toilet just in time. She grew dizzy again as the thought of Isaak inside her unwilling body came to the forefront of her mind.

Alex nearly jumped out of her skin when a warm hand rested on her shoulder. She pulled away and slammed into the wall behind her in an effort to evade the intruder�s touch. She looked up into Cain�s troubled countenance and sighed with relief even as another strong wave of nausea broke over her. She closed her eyes and whimpered, struggling in vain to clear her head. Part of her wished he wouldn�t touch her, but another part wanted him to cradle her in his arms comfortingly.

�Alex, what in the world is wrong? You�re shaking terribly.� Cain kneeled on the tiles in front of her, scooting closer to her.

�Please don�t.� Alex�s stomach had started to settle, but the violence of her sickness had only released her into feverish trembling. Cain sat less than a foot away, gazing at her with true concern.

�What can I do to help you feel better?� Alex had adopted a sickly green tone and Cain, shaking his head as she swayed slightly, picked her up bridal style and carried her back to the bed. Alex couldn�t even protest, Cain�s skin feeling wonderfully cool against her own feverish flesh. He set her on the bed and it felt like being dipped into a mercifully cool bath. Alex sighed as her stomach began to settle, but was soon disturbed again as her mind rolled through unpleasant image after unpleasant image. She continued to struggle to make sense of the events that flashed through her mind, groaning with the lack of cohesion that jumbled her thoughts.

�Cain.� Alex wasn�t even sure why she called him, she only knew that when he touched her the angry flashing of her mind quelled.

�Yes, love.� Alex shuddered as his cool skin brushed against her, again calming her thoughts.

�My mind is like a movie reel that�s lost control.� Her brows knit together in anguish and he made quiet soothing noises as he rubbed her shoulders.

�Isaac was a tad too rough with you, dearest. I will let you personally repay him. I will repay his as well. I will never allow anyone to mistreat you again.�

�Why does it stop only when you touch me?� Cain cleared his throat almost nervously, playing with her hair as she leaned into his hand.

�I can help undo what Isaac has done, but I will not probe unless you allow it.�

�I will.�

�Are you sure Alex?�

�Just make these images go away. Tuck them somewhere so I will never be able to find them again.�

�I�m afraid I�m not that adept. I�m not sure anyone is, but I can help give them cohesion and that way you will be better able to confront the pain they bring. I will be with you through it, Alex. I will never leave your side.�

�Please, Cain.�

Her whisper was hoarse, desperate and he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on her lips, his fingers cradling her head, kneading her scalp. She whimpered quietly, her face flushing with the slightest warmth. Slowly, Cain picked through her thoughts, trying to force the images that floated through her mind into some sort of intelligible pattern. He succeeded after almost an hour of kneading various sensitive areas and placing soft kisses on her face and neck. Alex was not asleep, but wasn�t fully conscious of herself either. She settled in his hands, completely pliant and the more Cain delved into her chaotic psyche, the greater was his anger. Isaac had rifled through her thoughts like a burglar through a home office. Her thoughts, like so many pieces of paper, were strewn about her mind, out of order, left on the floor unfiled. He was so desperate to have her, that he�d nearly ruined her mind in the process of seducing her. It also nearly drove Cain mad the way Isaac had presented not only himself for Alex�s sexual pleasure, but other men, men from the AX. It was one thing when Cain had invited the seduction, but this was entirely different. Worst of all, Alex had fought against it, and violently. She�d fought Isaac physically and mentally to keep herself attached to reality, but in the end, Isaac�s greed had pushed himself and his victim to the limit.

When Alex opened her eyes, she could see blood droplets rolling down Cain�s pale cheek. For a wild moment, she panicked thinking that Cain had somehow had his eyes gauged. Her panic, was transmitted to Cain and his red eyes snapped open instantly, searching her face. She relaxed utterly upon seeing his red eyes, his loose hair curling gently against her skin like fingers, brushing over her soothingly. She closed her eyes and leaned up, licking the trail from his left cheek. Cain made a soft noise, somewhat akin to a whimper, but the sound was garbled by his transformed voice. He curled his arms around Alex and pulled her close, his pristine white wings unfurling to hold her close. She suddenly realized he�d sat up and pulled her into his lap and she nuzzled into his chest.

�What�s wrong with me?� Alex�s murmur was more a rhetorical question, than an honest search for an answer. Cain answered her anyway, tightening his grip on her.

�Nothing, dearest. You are positively perfect.�

Alex gripped Cain�s face, licking at the tears that painted his other cheek and Cain inhaled a long ragged breath. Cain had seen her valiant fight with Isaac to remain loyal to him, how she thought of him, even now, as her Lord and Master. He found himself feeling weak, almost shaking with the power of the nameless emotion that rose in his throat, nearly suffocating him. He gripped Alex relentlessly, nuzzling into her raven hair as she covered his face, neck, and shoulders in languid kisses.

�Cain, are you all right?�

�I will never let anyone else have you, Alexandra. No one will ever touch you again.�

�Not even you?� Cain could hear the sleepy amusement in her voice and he brought his lips close to her ear, whispering warmly to her.

�Only if you wish it so, Alex. Only if you truly want me to, will I touch you.�

�Cain.� Alex wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and he squeezed her in return, the tips of his massive wings crossing to envelope them in a feathery cocoon. �I want him punished, Cain. I want to do it myself. I told him no. I warned him, I swear it.�

�Shh. I know you did, dearest. I can see it. You fought bravely against an opponent that is incredibly powerful in ways you can�t even imagine. He could have made things terribly painful for you, but he chose not to. That and that alone is the only reason he isn�t dead. Loyal servant or no, if he�d been truly sadistic, I wouldn�t have paused to think twice about taking his life.� Alex shuddered and pulled away from Cain to look into his face.

�I asked him to bring me clothing. Might I have it? I don�t want to be bare unless we are alone. I don�t think that was the only provocation for Isaac�s attack, but I believe it made it easier.�

�I shall have it fetched immediately.� Cain rose and put on the outer robes to his uniform, leaving the room for a few moments. While he was gone, Alex tried to sift through the thoughts he�d managed to make coherent. She shuddered, remembering the sound of Isaac�s lustful grunts in her ear. She shuddered as the sound echoed through her bones. Rising, she moved into the bathroom, filling the tub with steaming hot water. She climbed in, hissing quietly at the high temperature she�d set for herself, but knew that a nearly boiling hot bath was the only way she�d feel clean again. She climbed in and began scrubbing furiously at her skin with the fragrant soap, her anger rising the more she scrubbed. She was becoming raw from her own harsh ministrations and she only barely acknowledged the soft click of the bathroom door opening behind her. She was making quietly desperate and angry sounds, somewhere between whimpering and growling, as she continued to scrub herself, even making her face raw.

�Alexandra, stop this.� A soft voice soothed her as cool hands gripped her shoulders gently. She was surprised to note that she wasn�t ready to cry, even in anger or frustration. She merely felt fury, fury at her weakness in the face of any enemy, but especially Isaac. She felt fury that he�d touched her, even after she�d accepted Cain as her Master, and shockingly, she felt some measure of anger at Cain for leaving her alone with such a dangerously powerful Methuselah, for swearing to be good to her, and allowing this to happen instead.

�Why weren�t you here?�

�What?� Cain�s voice was genuinely puzzled and his heart began to race in his chest, afraid of her next comment.

�You left me here with Isaac! You stole me away from the only connections I had in this world, you locked me in a dungeon, you and that filthy vampire forced yourselves on me, and look what�s come of it! That filthy fucking blood sucker fucked me over mind and body and where the fuck were you?� Alex whirled around to glare angrily at Cain, her temper startling even herself.

�Alex, I--�

�There�s no excuse for it! What am I, a fucking sex doll for the two of you to just play with? Did you leave just now to tell him about how I clung to you, my mind still torn to shreds from his mental attack? Yeah, I bet that�s a good laugh isn�t it? Fuck you!� Alex�s last sentence came as a scream at top volume, and Cain�s ears rang with the intensity of it. Alex�s fury rose and rose to heights she never even knew it could reach. She felt dangerous, even to herself, and the heat in her body increased. She climbed out of the tub, toweling off angrily as Cain stood back from her, his back against the wall. Alex stormed from the bathroom, determined to cloth herself, but she stopped in mid-stride, staring at the bed. There, on the foot of the bed, lay the clothes she asked for, pristine and white as snow against the blood red sheets. Her head ached as her eyes took in the stark contrast in colors and she approached them slowly, her anger cooling to a simmer.

She picked up the white skirt, running her fingers over the silk. She picked up the corset next, admiring the craftsmanship. The long boots sat on the floor and there was a small tote next to the clothes. Her fingers began to shake as she picked up a curious looking item that she quickly placed as a posture collar. While it was not too severe, the implication behind this item was clear. Of course, it was snow white as well. The collar was actually quite beautiful, having beautiful snow white beadwork that hung from the bottom, falling with a waterfall drapery affect. In the middle, hanging low from the collar was a large crystal, cut in a teardrop shape, the facets reflecting every color of the rainbow as the low light poured over it. She was reminded of a stone she�d seen once, called aurora borealis, but it paled in comparison to the way this jewel fractured the light. Alex was touched, all her anger at Cain completely evaporated. She was suddenly afraid of his reaction to her earlier outburst and realized that he�d been quiet all this time, deathly quiet. She slowly raised her gaze to his face, as he stood leaning against the door frame of the bathroom. He wore a despondent look, lost in his own miserable thoughts.

�Cain?� He lifted his gaze to meet hers, but his expression didn�t change, becoming even more tortured as he gazed at her.

�You are right, Alexandra. There is no excuse for it. I shouldn�t have taken you, I shouldn�t have forced myself on you. I never should have left you alone with Isaac. I cannot, however, undo the damage that is done. I didn�t think I would be able to convince you of my innocence, once I�d found my brother had gotten to you first. I wanted so desperately to see you out of harm�s way, that I�m afraid I acted rather impulsively.� Alex was stunned, unsure what to say. �I will have members of the coven obtain more suitable clothing if you desire.�

�No! They�re... beautiful. I�d like to keep them, if that�s all right.�

�I couldn�t deny you anything you requested, Alexandra.� Alex felt her face flush, her mind once again warring over her situation with Cain.

�Cain, why did you do this? Why did you take me?�

�Alexandra, I�ve told you. I have watched you since you�re mother died, keeping an eye on you, protecting you. After years of silently protecting you, how could I let my brother poison your mind? How could I let him endanger your life?� Cain�s expression truly showcased his anguish and Alex felt a stab of guilt for her outburst, her constant questioning. �I may have taken you without presenting you with the opportunity to choose, but I did it to protect you.�

Alex�s heart wrenched at his expression, the nearly visible sorrow that engulfed him. She longed to comfort him, to let herself be comforted by his strong arms. Ducking her head, she gathered the clothes to her chest and walked into the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind her. She sat at the vanity bench in front of a three paneled mirror, opening the tote to find various make up items. She combed through her wet hair, pinning it haphazardly atop her head, out of the way. She poked and prodded through the tote, finding the colors she wanted. She began applying her make up, slowly, surely, hoping all the while that her Master would be pleased.

She felt obligated to make up for her outburst, to repair the damage she�d done. She found herself almost wishing that he�d screamed at her, beat her, tortured her, anything but show his raw bleeding heart to her. She found a soft simmering eye shadow made of the finest glittery powder she�d ever seen, and gave her lids a light dusting. She turned her head from side to side, admiring the slight sparkling quality, as if she�d been dusted with thousands of minute diamonds. Next she found a lipstick of the deepest red, not violently red, but deep and rich, like wine. It reminded her of the sheets on Cain�s bed and she hoped that it would remind him too. She did little else as far as make up, and pulled her hair into a neat bun at the back of her head. She pulled the bun a little high and left a few curling tendrils loose to frame her face. She pulled the lace panties on that she�d found only as they fell from the folds of her skirt. Pulling the skirt on, she relished the feel of cool silk as it brushed against her legs, only breaking her reverie to don her knee high white boots. She laced them up slowly, wondering what Cain would say when he saw her. Finally, she pulled on her corset, lacing up the bottom few eyelets until she could no longer reach them on her own.

Finally emerging from the bathroom, she cupped the corset against her stomach as she walked out. Cain was standing by the foot of the bed as if he�d been waiting for her return the entire time, his look reminiscent of a lost puppy. His jaw fell as he looked at her and she blushed beautifully, ducking her head.

�Would you mind, terribly?� Cain merely stared at her for a moment until Alex fidgeted uneasily.

�Not at all.� Cain seemed to find his voice as he approached her. She turned and she felt his trembling fingers on her shoulders. �You don�t want it pulled tight, do you?�

�No. Just lace it up loosely. It�s well fitted, so it won�t pull anything in, it�ll just fit like a second skin.� Cain�s fingers worked quickly, lacing the ties through the eyelets. She was amazed how gently he worked, constantly cautious not to pull too tight. When he was finished she walked back into the bathroom, returning only after she�d put the posture collar on. Cain swallowed visibly and Alex dropped her gaze to the floor.

�Is this look satisfactory, Master?�

�Alex.� Cain�s voice dropped to a low lustful tone and Alex didn�t look up, even as he approached her. He stood only feet away, his long thin fingers hooking under her chin to bring her gaze up to his. �You don�t have to wear this.� His fingers drifting over her collar, a look of longing ghosting across his eyes.

�You set it out for me, and I put it on. Is it not what you wanted?� Cain closed his eyes, pulling in a shaky breath.

�It is far more than I hoped for. You are stunning.� Alex blushed beautifully and Cain released her chin. She was surprised at how comfortable the collar was. It wasn�t as tall as it looked and was flexible to some degree, the overall effect being that of a thick choker. It was really more a piece of jewelry than an item meant to tame its wearer.

�Where is Isaac?�

�I have had Dietrich�s help in chaining him up in the main hall. He awaits your delicate ministrations, dearest.�

�Good. I believe I�m quite ready to get this show on the road.� Alex stooped to gather her daggers from the bedside table, hiking her skirt to hook them into the tops of her boots. Cain watched her, his lusty gaze burning into her skin. She smiled, winking at him. Cain offered her his elbow, and she accepted it, watching in quiet awe as his form melted into full crusnik form, his beauty terrifying and mesmerizing all at once.
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