Constance Whitlock: The fourth wife of mine

The Second waltz at Songbird manor

     (Image above is an approximation of Constance's appearance)
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    It was a normal day for, working on my experiments, checking on the 'Adam & Eve' project when an old dusty notebook falls from one of my shelves while I was looking for something up there. I reach down to pick it up when I recognize it...It was Connie's diary. I breath a heavy sigh when memories begin to flood my brain; I walk back towards my desk and I sit down and look at it.
       "It's been so long since I last saw this diary and it still feels like yesterday when I bought it for him." I smile a bit as the memory of his smile as I handed him the diary made me happy.
         I place the book on the desk as I have decided to read it, to remember my lost love. When I read the first page it was him recounting the tale of when we first meet.
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  1842, December 12th.
    It was a cold night to most humans when I arrived to a business associates celebration for his...second? No third son. Many young women were invited to be possible brides for the young male.
        When I finally enter the ballroom I see hundreds of gowns twirling on the ballroom floor as a simple waltz fills the room.
      "Well at least the old fool has an okay taste of music." I mutter this to myself when a group of how do I say oh uumm whores walk over to me and try to flirt me into bed with them. It's quite obvious to me that I am not interested but I do enjoy the attention not preferably by these humans.
Twenty or so minutes go by when I notice a young woman standing in the side lines, the dress she wears was full of beautiful vibrant reds and hints of gold in a few areas
"What a beautiful specimen, she might just be the most beautifulest human female that I've seen." I had muttered to myself as a smirk forms on my face, I walk over to the young beauty but I notice a few humans stare at me as if I'm crazy. What gives them the right to judge, I glare at them and they quickly look away. The young woman didn't seem to notice me approach them until I politely called out for them.
"Good evening madam." I say as they jump a little in surprise.
"Oh uumm g-good evening Mr.Tougo Sakamaki." She curtsies nervously.
"No need to be so formal just call me Mr. Sakamaki." I say as I smile towards her causing a faint blush to appear on her cheeks. Well she seems to be quite easy to seduce, I wish I could play around with them more but I wish I had more of a challenge with this one.
"Excuse me Mr. Sakamaki why have you come over here to talk to me?" I hear her ask.
"Well you must be one of the most beautiful women at this party, miss..." I had begun to say when I realize I never asked for there name.
"Constance Whitlock, you may just call me Constance......that family name holds no power anymore to anyone really..." she says quite somberly and looks down at the floor.
"Well Constance would you like to dance with me?" I ask her when she looks up at me as if I was insane and then begins to laugh at my proposal.
"I am thankful for your proposal to dance with a man like you but can you not tell? I am not well liked here. Do you all those other women out there dancing? They all of title or respect to there last names." She begins to point at a few of the female guest at the party.
"Rosemary Lennox, her family owns a huge oil company in America. And over in the royal purple gown is Eglantine Hagan is the descendant of a noble pretty close to the queen of  England. Then there's Juliette De Lottway III she is the supposed Duchess of Andorra." She says as she points to a young woman wearing a very exquisite magenta and royal blue dress.
       "I see, they all have a reputation to there names so what about you miss Constance Whitlock?" I question her when she sighs and looks away from me.
      "My family lost there reputation the day I was born...I'm a freak." She says as tears welded up in her eyes. I had this strange urge to-to comfort her, What am I thinking I can not possibly feeling something like this!? Anyway let's try to focus on this task at hand, ok?
      "Well I don't care if you are a freak, you are the most kindest and most beautifulest woman at this party so please do me the honor to dance with you?" I ask one more time, well more liked begged; I swear I will end this human if she rejects me one more time.
       "......Alright, I shall dance with you Mr.Sakamaki." She let's me take her hand and lead her to the dance floor. Another waltz begins to play as I easily recognize it.
         "I love this waltz, Waltz no•2 by Dmitri Shostakovich." I look down towards her as we slowly dance to the music, my hand around her lower back while my other was holding her other hand in a right angle as we turned in a small circle. Her head directly facing my chest; the others were dancing in a similar fashion.
      As the dance continues I get a strange feeling in my chest as if my heart was heating up. What is this feeling? Why does my heat begin to heat up when I look at this human!? Is she witch? No, that can't be I could tell if she was a witch; no witch is powerful enough to cast a spell on me like this..........maybe......this feeling is what humans call "having a crush on someone'.........no...that can't be

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(I hope you enjoyed this first chapter, I have another Diabolik lovers story in the works so look forward to that if you enjoy my work.)