Midnight Cleo

(This Chapter is in the 1st person)

"He's going to kill my Love..." Those were the only words that I muster, the only piece of information that spilled from the crack in my mind, so little did I pay attention to what I was doing that I nearly dropped the inquisitor a couple of times, No harm came to Her in my grasp, I made sure of that, even in the wounded state that Mr. Drake had left her in, like any of her ilk, She could kill me in a heartbeat, blow my head off with a flick of her fingers. People always said that Hawkins and I were a power couple but... The Superior and the Inquisitor, I just don't see how anyone could halt a **** like that, save for the High council themselves.

"He's going to kill my love..." Pushing my way through the Inquisitor's Scarlet door, I entered with haste too distracted to take in Her minimalist but graceful taste in decor or Beautiful scarlet coffin in the corner, not even the time-worn black mirror by the door all of which would have fascinated me, I simply took the Inquisitor and lay her on the soft mattress, the light jolting of her head as I set Her down stired Her a little.

Flinching was a Blooded's natural response to one so powerful I knew this, and yet I may have overreacted a little, claws springing from my fingers, the level of damage this one Being could do to fifty let alone I, then again if she wanted to do that then she could have, even still when her left eye opened, the Icy blue spiraling into a crimson so bright that it made my undead heart sink, I kept a safe distance "W-Where is he?" She whispered at me, I stared, the strength fading from me as it really hit me, for real, for the first time since I'd said it "He's going to kill my Love."

Hawkins would touch me at midnight, the hard, cold of his fingers tracing across my pale body, gliding up my abdomen and circling my nipples which hardened against the cool night air, He would wipe away my tears, ease my mind with his large form pressed against me, the chill he'd give me, cleansing, scouring away That the touch of our new master, his quiet exotic tone filling the Cracks in my mind, Where Corvus had struck.

Nobody ever came up to the roof, everyone knew better, it's where He would take me, fill me with his monstrous girth, replacing Corvus' damage with his own as He laid waste to my Pussy. He had such massive hands, they would wrap around my throat so easily, I never felt the asphyxiation, as much as I sometimes wish that I did, it was the pain of the muscles being squeezed so tightly that I wettened beneath him eagerly, slick up just enough to welcome the inhuman mass that was his Cock into me.

"I... ugh... I..." speaking was difficult, having that much **** being blown into you at the speed that He did "S-Smile, f-f-f-for me?" I'd only just managed to say, my body rocking against the pressure. and He would, He'd always do that evil smile of his, pointing it at me for a moment before grasping my shoulder and flipping me on my stomach to use me further.

The Anal stopped hurting so many years ago, the pleasure was good and all, but it was the pain that kept me stable, still, I appreciated that even a Big old beast like him would want me to feel something nice, even for a small amount of time.

One, Two, Three, Four, five pumps, hilt deep into my ass, sliding seamlessly into My vice tight abyss as He and I screeched into the night, His arm wrapped around my throat and my Asshole milking him for bucket-load after bucket-load of his sticky white seed.

He'd hold me after that, I'd cry into his arms as He continued to smile for me, just as He promised He would all those years ago. We'd talk a little, his cum rushing to escape my anal cavity, talk about the Clan, about how annoying Huginn was or How we should run away, Our How the Inquisitor scared even a big man like him, And He'd say that He loves me, even though I wasn't quite sure if I knew what that was, Our little sessions have certainly evolved, I'd be lost without him and his touches under the moonlight "I love You, My Midnight Cleo."

"The... big guy? H-Hawkins?" The Inquisitor's cold tone pulled me out of my Memories "W-why... would He kill him?" We paused as the sound of battle began to echo from down the hall, a scream, a few ear-splittingly loud impacts, the splashing of blood... "F-Fighting... Wha..." The Inquisitor was becoming delirious, She began to shine with a sheen of sweat "You need to Rest, Your body needs time to regenerate" I said protesting Her movements "B-bloo... I need, more... of his blood."

"His blood, You drank Charles' blood?" Her stare was like red-iron, even when it was weak, very weak... all of this strain, it's amazing that she's even still here... surely she-

Deep in my chest, at the root of My un-beating heart, I felt... something tore away, the pain that came to Me was not spiritual or psychological, I gripped at my chest, eyes wide as a real pain shot through me, a pain that told me one thing and one thing only. I was frozen for a moment, before breaking my limbs free of the shock, my steps were small and laboured, lacking strength, the long and slow walk to Corvus' office was filled with the sounds of screams, tearing flesh, monstrous roars "is that, Corvus?" The thought didn't soothe me, especially as I came to the doorway, the vulgar waft of **** oozing from the crack in the door.

With a shaking hand, I reached out to the door, Pushing away the only thing shielding Me from what would most definitely become my Ruin.