The Devil's Mistress

~Chapter 6~

I burst through the door of my suite, ready to grab my possessions and make my escape, when I saw him. Derrick sat at the edge of the couch, facing the door. "I told you last night that I'd find you here..." He grinned. I didn't have time to deal with his newfound obsession with me. He wasn't supposed to know about my departure from New York until after it'd already happened. I rolled my eyes in response and passed him by on the way to my bedroom. Suddenly, the suite was filled with silence. I'd thrown him off.

"Where are you going?" He stood in the doorway, a shy smile gracing his visage. "Don't you want to spend some time with me?" "I'm busy, Derrick." The growl of my zipper seemed to emphasize my annoyance as I opened my purse and began filling it with stolen hotel possessions; Jewelry, diamonds, hundreds of dollars in cash from the wallets of others too oblivious and naïve to realize what I was doing... "Too busy for me?" His tone shifted... he sounded almost... distressed. I didn't respond. "Katherine, what's wrong... did my little death threat scare you away?" "What?" I found myself unable to look up, now stricken with fear. "It's amazing how quickly you're able to flee when put in danger... but coming back here before you left? That was a mistake, Katerina."

He grinned and sidestepped to avoid my bed, walking around its frame to meet me on the other side of it. "Your little plan /did/ work, you know.. I am obsessed with you, just not in the way you would've preferred". I felt his breath hot against my diamond pierced ears as he spoke, leaning over my figure so he could watch me pack my things. The light from outside, what little light there was, outlined his shadow. With his tall build and large suit, his silhouette looked monstrous beside my petite shape. I swallowed, and slowly turned to face him. His handsome face was just another cruel disguise, luring me straight into his trap, and he knew it. "You see... I'm not just obsessed with you". He took a slow step forward and forced my body against his strong build, tucking a strand of brunette curls behind my ear. "I'm obsessed with killing you". His voice was nothing but a low, dangerous growl, hungry for power and control. "In that letter I instructed you to leave immediately, but even in the face of danger you just can't seem to do as your told, can you". Silence loomed between us. I felt his large hands digging into my waist, the sharp of his fingernails clawing into my ribcage, crushing it. He was strong. Too strong to be human. "I was hoping you'd flea right away so that I could come after you again. I happen to be a man who quite enjoys a chase. But... It looks like your time came a little earlier than expected". He ran his free hand over the smooth of my curves, chin resting atop my shoulder. "You're a sinner, Katerina. Human or vampire, you hold no purity in your blood. The minimal good you've done throughout your years doesn't overpower nor excuse the bad... and I have to say; I'm thoroughly impressed. So impressed, in fact, that I just had to come up here myself".

"What reason do you have to kill me..." I tried to mask my fear, I had a feeling Derrick could sense it. He seemed not at all surprised by my question yet seemingly danced around it altogether. "My last name 'Deville' is from old French origin..." He began. "But in old English, so to speak, the last name 'Deville' translates to 'Devil'... Ironic, isn't it.

I'm here to kill you, Katerina, because it's time you left this world and joined your fellow sinners.

It's time you went to hell."