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Post by Dimitrie Petrescu on Jul 14, 2010 2:07:53 GMT -4
Dimitrie was growing impatient. Something that never lead to good things for other people. He'd called Catherine the day before but it'd been years since he'd seen the girl. After the Davis man had shown up, Dimitrie felt like she'd betrayed him. He'd been living alone, he hadn't turned anyone since Catherine left. He didn't trust anyone else after the woman who'd been at his right hand had run off. He thought it ironic that Cat was emulating the woman who brought her in the first place.
He'd fed about an hour ago, a young man and woman thinking they were alone in the woods had been an easy target. He took out the man first, letting the girl run around for about an hour. Her terror at an unknown killer stalking her was thrilling to Dimitrie. She hadn't put up much of a fight in the end anyway. The humans were even softer than they used to be, the men no longer embraced any true warrior culture and the woman weren't the hard workers they'd once been. They were to busy worrying about clothes and nails and celebrity gossip. Dimitrie cared for none of this.
He stood in a clearing of the woods, the moon shone brightly overhead. He no longer had to worry about the sun at his age but he relished the night more than anything. He checked his phone once again, he knew Catherine wouldn't call back. She wouldn't want the Davis man to over hear her. He knew she'd show up, she was his and no matter what, they'd always know the other better than anyone. He didn't need a clock, just by looking at the moon he knew it was midnight.
Any minute now...
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 14, 2010 7:15:51 GMT -4
Catherine, this is Dimitrie. I know where you are and if you do not want repeat of last time I had to come get you, you will meet me in the woods outside Nashville. Midnight, come alone because anyone you bring will not be leaving. You have offended Dimitrie and as Maker I command this. I wait one hour, then Dimitrie go to your home and find you.
Catherine clicked the end button on her voicemail, wondering if it ever reached a point where the little automated voice asked "is there a reason you keep playing this message?" She was probably at listen count of 100 times. It was a good thing Verizon didn't care how many times you played a message.
She'd always known Dimitrie would arrive. She knew that she couldn't hide from him forever, no matter how she tried. And that she was going to have to deal with whatever had happened in the past.
Flipping down the visor on the car's driver's side, Catherine checked her makeup. She felt tears rising in her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall for two reasons. One was because there was no way she would let Dimitrie see just how terrified she was to have this meeting, and two, she didn't want to redo her makeup.
...as Maker I command this...
Hell.
Catherine had never denied one of her maker's commands, but she was pretty sure it would drive her insane if she did. Well, this was a little command. Maybe the meeting would go...well...good wasn't the word she wanted. Maybe decently. Decently worked.
Catherine got out of the car and started towards the area where she'd heard commotion arising earlier. She'd dressed in a black wrap dress and black heals, looking insanely like she was going to a funeral. For all she knew, she was, as she wasn't fully convinced Dimitrie would let her leave the woods alive.
Finally she saw him in the distance and quickly closed the distance between them.
"Dimitrie." She murmured, lowering her head with respect as he was her maker, after all.
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Post by Dimitrie Petrescu on Jul 14, 2010 7:42:47 GMT -4
Dimitrie was just finishing off the last drops from the girl when he heard the sound of someone approaching. The footsteps to light to be a man and they weren't slow and paced like a hunter trying to sneak up on him. He used the man's shirt to wipe the blood off before turning to see who had the audacity to interrupt him. It'd been years but Catherine hadn't aged a day since he last saw her. She dressed and had the style of a very modern woman, something she always prided herself on.
"Catherine, my dear", he lifted her chin gently before kissing her on each cheek as he had always done. He looked deep into her eyes and saw a cascade of emotions within, the most prominent was a look that told him that she had no interest in being here. He moved the hand cupping her cheek to around her throat lifting her up so he could look her eye to eye. He didn't squeeze and with her vampire strength it caused no harm and all it did was annoy her. He hoped it would humiliate her a bit and reestablish his dominance as maker.
"Why do you make Dimitrie come all the way out here to find you like this? Why do you leave so many years ago after I had to come find you once already?"
He let go and watched as she gracefully landed on her feet. He slowly circled around her like a shark in the water. Without saying so he dared her to look him in the eye. He knew she'd seen past servants perish by his hand for being in the same position she was now.
"Explain yourself now to me, you must have hope that I like answer enough to be lenient towards you. Dimitrie did not come here just to kill you, if that was what I wanted I would have done it as soon as I figure out where you live. So your answer better be good one."
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 14, 2010 8:20:26 GMT -4
"Catherine, my dear"
Catherine shut her eyes and ignored Dimitrie's kisses. He'd called this meeting. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to go home, she wanted Stan, she wanted anything but this.
"It's been a while." She muttered, feeling Dimitrie's hand move down her cheek and suddenly grasp her throat. Her eyes snapped open, a low growl escaping her throat as she glared at Dimitire.
"Why do you make Dimitrie come all the way out here to find you like this? Why do you leave so many years ago after I had to come find you once already?"
"Put me down." Her fangs extended as she spoke. She landed on her feet when he dropped her and spun to glare at her maker, hissing at him.
"It's good to see you too." She growled, contining to glare as he circled her.
"Explain yourself now to me, you must have hope that I like answer enough to be lenient towards you. Dimitrie did not come here just to kill you, if that was what I wanted I would have done it as soon as I figure out where you live. So your answer better be good one."
Well, he didn't intend on killing her in the next thirty seconds, so that was one positive. Another 180 seconds, well, that couldn't be assured.
"I didn't leave you." Catherine snapped. "Your stupid plan got me kidnapped, and I would have died if Stan hadn't saved me. I'm not sure why you think I would have come right back to you after nearly dying. I think it's reasonable to say in that instance that we needed some time apart."
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Post by Dimitrie Petrescu on Jul 14, 2010 8:40:26 GMT -4
Dimitrie's mood wasn't getting any better, he didn't enjoy the lack of disrespect he got from her.
"Put me down."
Dimitrie extended his own fangs and growled deeply in his throat. He locked his eyes on hers, just waiting for her to try something.
"You challenge me? I bring you out here to talk and you would rather fight? I would have no pleasure in taking your life."
"I didn't leave you. Your stupid plan got me kidnapped, and I would have died if Stan hadn't saved me. I'm not sure why you think I would have come right back to you after nearly dying. I think it's reasonable to say in that instance that we needed some time apart."
Dimitrie lashed out with a sharp slap to her face before pointing his finger into her face. Fury welled up inside at her saying how it was his fault, the plan would have worked fine. In his mind it was her fault she was captured and tortured.
"Stupid? It was good plan, you fail, not me. If you had not been caught it would have never happened. You should feel lucky you are still alive after sending those vampires after me. If it was anyone else I would kill them on the spot. Watch your tongue or I will tie your mouth shut with silver."
He had moved in threateningly close to her, his form practically a mountain next to her's. His fangs were still extended in his mouth, a light hiss rolling out.
"Your time apart is done, you will return to Dimitrie and I will deal with Davis. He will pay for his arrogance and yours."
He knew that would hurt her worse than any punishment he could administer.
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 14, 2010 9:13:50 GMT -4
"You challenge me? I bring you out here to talk and you would rather fight? I would have no pleasure in taking your life."
"You put your hands on me first." Catherine growled, keeping her eyes on him at all times.
She cried out, her head twisting to one side as Dimitrie's slap connected cleanly with her skin. She'd been pressing her luck, and she knew it. But it didn't make her less angry.
"Stupid? It was good plan, you fail, not me. If you had not been caught it would have never happened. You should feel lucky you are still alive after sending those vampires after me. If it was anyone else I would kill them on the spot. Watch your tongue or I will tie your mouth shut with silver."
"If you had been better with your own money in the first place, then you wouldn't have had the issue in the first place." She raised her hand to her face, gingerly touching the place Dimitrie had struck.
Catherine knew too well she was pushing far too hard. But maybe it was just better if Dimitrie killed her rather than being in his service again.
"You don't scare me, Dimitrie."
It was a lie, and he probably knew it. But she was already taking stupid chances, why not push the envelope.
"Your time apart is done, you will return to Dimitrie and I will deal with Davis. He will pay for his arrogance and yours."
Stan. Hell. He was hitting a weak spot. Catherine became concious of the feel of the ring he'd given her on one finger and his bracelet on the other wrist.
"Stan has nothing to do with this. I left with him willingly and didn't come back when I could have. This is between you and I. You can punish me as you see fit, but leave him out of this."
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Post by Dimitrie Petrescu on Jul 14, 2010 9:40:29 GMT -4
Dimitrie's temper was on the rise but he kept himself in check, he'd break her one way or another. She would be at his beck and call like before.
"You put your hands on me first."
"I put my hands wherever I want to, I am master not you."
He took a sense of sick satisfaction as she cried out and rubbed her cheek which was red from his hand.
She should feel lucky it was not worse.
"If you had been better with your own money in the first place, then you wouldn't have had the issue in the first place."
He couldn't understand how any of that was his fault, she had been put in charge of his finances. That made it her fault in his mind.
"It would not have happened if you had not been so weak and cowardly. You should have let them kill you but no you are weak and give them Dimitrie's name. You betray me to them."
He was practically nose to nose as he scolded her. His face turning red with rage at the arrogance and disrespect she was showing him.
"You don't scare me, Dimitrie."
"Scared? You want to be scared? I will show you fear!"
Instead of a slap, he savagely back handed her before lifting her up be her hair. He got right into her face with his fangs bared as though he were going to bite into her. His eyes looked like they were going to explode as vessels popped filling them with blood. He stared into her eyes until he saw the fear inside. He dropped her on the ground before kicking her in the side.
"Stan has nothing to do with this. I left with him willingly and didn't come back when I could have. This is between you and I. You can punish me as you see fit, but leave him out of this."
"You will be punished, do not doubt that. He will die for what he has done and as part of your punishment. And no I will not kill you or allow you to take your own life. You will live with the consequences of your actions."
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 14, 2010 10:12:31 GMT -4
"I put my hands wherever I want to, I am master not you."
"Of course you will." Catherine grumbled, still rubbing her cheek.
"It would not have happened if you had not been so weak and cowardly. You should have let them kill you but no you are weak and give them Dimitrie's name. You betray me to them."
He was angry, and while it frightened her, Catherine was statisfied she'd made him angry rather than merely cowering to his words. She'd blindly followed his orders in the past, and she wouldn't let it occur now.
"Scared? You want to be scared? I will show you fear!"
Catherine shrieked as Dimitrie's hand once again made contact with her flesh, harder this time. She barely had time to fight his grasp before he was lifting her by her hair.
Why do it always have to be my hair?
Catherine kept her tears at bay. As frightened as she may become, she would not let him see her cry from his hand. As he dropped her to the ground, Catherine groaned as his kick collided with her side.
"You will be punished, do not doubt that. He will die for what he has done and as part of your punishment. And no I will not kill you or allow you to take your own life. You will live with the consequences of your actions."
Ok, she was going to have to change her tune if she wanted to fully protect Stan.
"Dimitrie, I'm so sorry." Catherine murmured, sitting up to place her head against his thigh. "I've been terrible. It is my fault, and I know that. I was just so scared. I wanted you to come, and you never did and I thought you'd abandoned me. Please don't be angry with me. I'm so sorry. I'll make this right, I promise."
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Post by Dimitrie Petrescu on Jul 14, 2010 10:48:58 GMT -4
Dimitrie had a sadistic grin on his face as he watched her get up and try to struggle out of his grip. Her scream of fear was almost music to his ears. While he didn't want to bring harm to her, he was going to make her obey his commands.
"You think I like do this to you? It hurts me to see you in pain."
He watched as she struggled to get up from his kick, the groan of pain letting him know it wasn't an act she was putting on.
"Dimitrie, I'm so sorry. I've been terrible. It is my fault, and I know that. I was just so scared. I wanted you to come, and you never did and I thought you'd abandoned me. Please don't be angry with me. I'm so sorry. I'll make this right, I promise."
He almost couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was saying exactly what she knew he wanted to hear.
"Do you take me for a fool? We both know you do not think of this as your fault. You are doing this for Davis. I have not lived so long to be made a joke of."
He reached down and gave her another sharp slap but left her on her knees as she pleaded with him for mercy. He knew she was lying through her teeth to him but he'd let her put on her act because no matter what happened he was going to get his way.
"For now Davis shall live until I change your mind, it all depend on how you make right for your betrayal. And you will make things right."
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 14, 2010 15:07:55 GMT -4
"You think I like do this to you? It hurts me to see you in pain."
"Well if you didn't, you wouldn't do it." Catherine growled, turning icy blue eyes up to meet him. She was angry now, and on the verge of doing something stupid, but she fought it back.
"Do you take me for a fool? We both know you do not think of this as your fault. You are doing this for Davis. I have not lived so long to be made a joke of."
A low growl left her lips. So she said what he wanted to hear and she was still getting hit?
Enough was enough.
"For now Davis shall live until I change your mind, it all depend on how you make right for your betrayal. And you will make things right."
"I never betrayed you." Catherine growled, pulling herself back up to her feet. "You took me from Stan once, and I atoned for those years. You can't hold that over me any longer."
Catherine was about to break every rule in the vampire handbook. But now she didn't care. Dimitrie was older, stronger and bigger than she was, so she would have to act fast. And he could easily overpower her. She was sure that once he retaliated, she'd regret it, but if she got in one good fight, it was worth it.
Wrap dresses were a tricky thing. People didn't realize that they left easy access to skin where weapons could be hidden-which was exactly what Catherine had done. The knife strapped to her left thigh was silver, though the handle was not.
In the blink of an eye, she had hold of the knife and had flung herself against her maker, pinning him to the nearest tree. She pressed the flat of the knife blade against his throat and was pleased with the sound of burning flesh.
"Listen to me." She growled, her eyes burning into his. "You can do whatever you want to me-hit me, kick me, torture me, but it will go on for another 500 years and you will NOT break me. I will never yield to you, and I will never blame anyone for what happened to me except for you. And you will not touch Stan. You will have to go through me first. So if you intend on harming him, be prepared to stake your own child first."
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Post by Dimitrie Petrescu on Jul 15, 2010 4:35:57 GMT -4
"Well if you didn't, you wouldn't do it."
Dimitrie stared down into her eyes which seemed to have grown suddenly cold. The fear seemed to have gone replaced by something else. A look he couldn't remember seeing from her, a fierceness he'd only seen in other vampires he'd fought with.
"Catherine, do not do something we will both regret."
He watched as she pulled herself to her feet and get as face to face as their height difference allowed.
"I never betrayed you. You took me from Stan once, and I atoned for those years. You can't hold that over me any longer."
"Who do you think you are speaking to? I AM DIMIT-"
He never got a chance to finish before she had him up to a tree with a silver blade forced against his neck. The sound and smell of burning flesh assaulting his nose.
No. My flesh.
"Listen to me. You can do whatever you want to me-hit me, kick me, torture me, but it will go on for another 500 years and you will NOT break me. I will never yield to you, and I will never blame anyone for what happened to me except for you. And you will not touch Stan. You will have to go through me first. So if you intend on harming him, be prepared to stake your own child first."
He was almost in shock, he couldn't believe she was doing this. He felt himself growing weaker as the knife burned hotter and hotter. He knew she could easily take his head off and that thought was what gave him motivation to act. He grabbed the wrist holding the knife and forced it away, her strength against his was a challenge but he knew he'd come out victorious. It didn't help he was weakened from the silver.
"Catherine you will pay for this", he said quietly as soon as he got the knife away from his throat.
He pulled his free hand back and with the speed of lightning, his fist connected with the side of her head. He kept an iron embrace on her arm that held the knife. It was going to be hard trying to fight her while restraining her at the same time but he couldn't risk her being able to get a second strike at him. He was in for what was probably a fight for his life. Neither of them were walking away without injury.
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 15, 2010 7:30:22 GMT -4
"Catherine, do not do something we will both regret."
It was too late. She'd done it. And if it cost her her own life, she could die with statisfaction.
"Who do you think you are speaking to? I AM DIMIT-"
"Yes, you're my maker, we've established that." Catherine truthfully hated to fight with her maker. She did love him and respect him for what he'd done for her, she was just tired of orders that nearly got her killed.
"Catherine you will pay for this",
She'd been expecting that. Catherine whinced as Dimitrie's grip tightened on her wrist and pulled the knife free.
Well, here we go.
Catherine felt the dizzy pain and her vision momentarily spin at Dimitrie's blow. But in all truthfullness, she had been expecting far worse. She could handle that.
"Dimitrie, I don't want to fight with you. You're my maker. I love you and I do respect you. I didn't come here to do battle with you. Now take your hands off of me and we'll see if we can't discuss this like rational beings."
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Post by Dimitrie Petrescu on Jul 15, 2010 13:58:04 GMT -4
Dimitrie was almost in shock at what was happening, in all his life he never would have thought Catherine to try and take his life. She was the closest thing he had to family and she was doing this.
"Dimitrie, I don't want to fight with you. You're my maker. I love you and I do respect you. I didn't come here to do battle with you. Now take your hands off of me and we'll see if we can't discuss this like rational beings."
"You say you love and respect me but you break one of our kind's most sacred laws."
He felt the skin of his neck heal but it would take longer than usual because of the silver. He hadn't realized how strong she'd become, he had barely seen her pull the blade before she had it at his throat. He'd never admit it but she could have taken his head off right there.
"You threaten me with silver and tell Dimitrie he is to stay away from Davis. You want to talk, we will talk as soon as you give me the knife. Then I decide what happens after."
He let go of her arm and held out his open hand for the knife, he could only guess four things that might happen. She'd hand it over no problem or she could hand it to him blade first to be a smart alec. Then there was the possibility she stab it straight through his hand but the last was that she went for a kill blow but he didn't think she would chance it again now that he was on the offensive.
"Well?"
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Post by Catherine Bathory on Jul 15, 2010 14:26:48 GMT -4
Catherine waited for the other shoe to drop. When it didn't, that's when she became nervous. Dimitrie wasn't going to pull out all stops? She'd been half expecting him to try and rip her throat out on the spot.
"You say you love and respect me but you break one of our kind's most sacred laws."
"Again with this being my fault Dimitrie?"
She was getting sick of that answer. It came up way too quickly. She wondered just what it would take for him to stop blaming her for every second in time.
"You threaten me with silver and tell Dimitrie he is to stay away from Davis. You want to talk, we will talk as soon as you give me the knife. Then I decide what happens after."
"You have utterly no qualms about putting your hands on me just because you think you can. Heaven knows what you would have done to me if you thought I wouldn't scream loud enough for the whole county to hear."
Catherine took a hurried step back as Dimitrie released her arm. She was not giving him the knife. Not a chance. She figured it would either be embedded in some body part she was literally attached to, or he'd entertain himself burning her with.
"Well?"
"No deal. Since we apparently can't agree to keep this civilized, I'm leaving." Catherine turned away from him and started back into the darkened woods she'd originally come through. She wondered what the possibilities that Dimitrie would let her go would be.
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Post by Dimitrie Petrescu on Jul 15, 2010 14:47:55 GMT -4
He was furious, had this been a few hundred years ago he'd be in a blind rage tearing apart everyone he got his hands on but he'd learned not every situation was answered with violence. Although for him it usually worked pretty well.
"You have utterly no qualms about putting your hands on me just because you think you can. Heaven knows what you would have done to me if you thought I wouldn't scream loud enough for the whole county to hear."
"You think Dimitrie care if you scream? What would these humans do? Shoot Dimitrie? I do not think police troops carry silver bullets here."
He had no fear of the police, if he was somehow put in prison the only ones that had to worry were the ones locked up with him. It'd be like breakfast in bed every day.
"No deal. Since we apparently can't agree to keep this civilized, I'm leaving."
"Fine if that's what you want."
Before she even had a chance to turn around he was charging at her. He slammed her up against a tree, he thought he heard a couple ribs crack. It only gave him that sick sense of satisfaction even if they healed in a few seconds. He pinned her up against the tree with his body while he grabbed the blade from her hand. He leaned in close while he held the tip of the knife barely an inch from her eye.
"Listen well child", he said quietly into her ear, "You never turn your back on Dimitrie like that again or next time I will not let you walk away."
He used his other hand to move her arm so her hand was up against a branch just high enough that she was on the very tips of her toes to reach it.
"Dimitrie will see you again."
He plunged the knife deep through her hand into the branch before snapping the handle off. Even if she managed to get a grip she'd be forced to pull it out by the silver.
Adding insult to injury.
With a small chuckle he flung the handle deep into the woods as he watched the blood run down her arm. In a flash he was gone, the memory of her barely standing as she dangled from the tree would be something he didn't forget for a long time.
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