Crimson

Chapter 2

"My lord..." Moaned the maid who was currently against the wall of my room and writhing underneath my fingers. I kissed her once more and then set her down on the ground. Genivieve I believe her name was...then again I had been with so many of my employees that I could hardly remember when I had hired them, much less their names.

"That is enough for now, go fetch me my clothes, the ball starts in less than an hour." I said to the maid, in a voice so emotionless that it would make a grown man cringe. Yet, she should have expected no more from me. When I had noticed that she had not moved, I gave her bone chilling glare and ordered her to leave once again. She straightened her clothing, nodded, and left the room, but I could still sense her pain. And I didn't care whatsoever. Ever since my soul mate had died three hundred years ago I had entertained myself with whatever woman I could find, hoping that I could fill the gaping hole that seemed to be ever present in my heart. I had heard that soul mates were meant to be reincarnated, to be brought back to the only person who could complete them totally and fully, but after three hundred years of waiting, I had given up. No matter how many women I shared my bed with, no matter how many of these horrible balls I held, this void would never be filled. Jocelyn would never come back, and I would be alone for the rest of my miserable, immortal existence.

At first these get togethers had been put on in order to find Jocelyn once again, thinking that if she had been reincarnated, she would most likely attend one of them. However, the idea seemed to have created no relief to my longing. The maid returned with my outfit. Promising myself that this was the last ball that I was to throw, two of my head maids stripped my clothing and began to dress me in my white tuxedo, completely fit with a red blouse underneath. I took a look into the mirror that stood in front of me, deciding that it did not make sense to put too much effort into my appearance I brushed my black hair out of my grey eyes and picked up the red and white mask that sat upon the small table beside my bed. Waving away the maids who stood watching me, they left the room quickly, as if sunlight were on their heels. Each and every one of my staff were the same as me, down to the last cook and butler. Each and every one of them feared me the way they should. In the first hundred years after Jocelyns death, I had gone mad with rage and killed over one thousand mortals, along with five hundred other immortals. Though I do regret my actions, I had never felt so much pain, so much emptiness in my life.

"Victor...don't you look scrumptious." Purred Salvana. Tho only maid who's name I remembered. And ironically enough the only maid in my household that I truly despised. She continually used antics and trickery to get her way around the house and move up the ranks, and though I knew about this, I had not the time nor energy to stop her. In fact, Salvana had known Jocelyn, had befriended her and out of the kindness of my love's heart, Jocelyn had taken her in when she was at her lowest. But now, with Jocelyn dead, and her being the oldest woman in the house, she seemed to have taken a rather eerie liking to me. A liking that I could not ignore.

"Salvana, you may be the only person in this household who has known me for over four hundred years, but you may not speak to me as if we are equals." I exclaimed as I straightened my mask and turned to face her. There was no doubt that she was a beautiful woman. Long, dark, golden hair hung down her back, her long lanky body, ample chest, and wide hips would have any other man begging on the ground to simply hold her hand. But she was nothing compared to Jocelyn. Nothing compared to my soul mate that had been lost all those years ago. I saw pain flash through her face, though only for a second, she gathered herself up once again and slinked over to me as if she were a tiger stalking its prey.

"You let me call you Victor when Jocelyn was alive..." She purred once again, placing a hand on my shoulder and her lips less than an inch away from my ear. It was true that she had called me Victor all those years ago. But that was when she was Jocelyn's friend...that was before Jocelyn had died and Salvana had begun to use her trickery to attempt to become queen. My queen.