Name: Zaavan Sabtrchah

Alia: Alexander Hopkins

Age: Unknown

Race: Unconfirmed. Supposedly Israeli Vampire

Height: 5'8

Weight: 197 lbs

Appearance: Zaavan's beauty is that of legend. He has very short hair which he doesn't bother to care for, flawless tan skin, deep golden eyes, and a Herculean physic. Once he allows his bloodlust to consume him, his eyes narrow, his fangs sharpen, his tongue becomes sharp and his nails turn into claws. His normal choice of clothing is rags with broken shackles on each wrist. His more casual attire is a striped shirt, tan jeans and sandals.

Personality: Zaavan is the physical manifestation of chaos. He comes off as very calm, witty, and charming. He is very quick to offer advice and he is an excellent listener. However, he is also a sociopath, killing thousands of humans, animals, and undead creatures for amusement. He enjoys spreading chaos throughout the world just to see how people react (whether or not it's a negative reaction doesn't matter to him). To him, life means nothing so he sees no reason to fear death. Amongst vampires he is hated and wanted for dead which he takes pride in. The only thing that keeps his mind off killing is his dedicated studies. He studies science and philosophy in order to have a better understanding of the mindset of humans. He tends to be a stalker. He'll stalk one person and analyze their mindset. If that person is too hard for him to read right away, he'll let that person live so he can see what he/she will do with his/her life in the future. He will stalk anyone who reminds him of his first love. He is unimaginably brilliant and has a perfect memory, which according to him is the reason why he's insane. When it comes to religion he is indifferent believing that it's better to allow those with actual religious believes to think for themselves.

History: Zaavan's past is shrouded in mystery. Supposedly he is the first vampire to be born and due to that, he is chemically imbalanced. He claims that he killed his mother whilst giving birth to her by eating her insides and bursting through her ribcage. How he managed to survive afterwards is unknown. According to his statements, he may have been born just before the fall of the Roman Empire as he refers to the ruler at the time as "nothing more than a little boy with a big seat of power" (Alexander the Great). As the centuries went by, he killed near thousands of humans and consumed certain body parts. He would eat every single part of their body besides the fat and limbs. By doing so, he began growing tremendously in power. For example, by eating the muscles of his victims he grows stronger in terms of physical power and by eating their brain his mental capacity grows. As his power grow, his sanity began slipping more and more.

The following has been rewritten from the pages of a journal that Vlad The Prince of Wallachia (better known as Dracula) kept.

'Another successful execution, though I can't help but wonder how one would attempt to avoid their demise at the exact moment of it. They were a young couple, constantly bickering. I found it amusing how even as they were being lowered to their death, they belted out insults and curses to each other as though their death were by the hands of their respective other. I suppose it was. They came into my throne room and had the audacity to waste my time with their infantile problems. I sat in my throne and motioned to my soldiers to locate their homes and murder their children. I saw it only fitting that they join their parents in heaven (or hell). They began to leave when suddenly they stopped. It was not in their nature to disobey my orders, so I shrugged it off.

"Why have you stopped? Go on, find them" I ordered looking away. I heard the sound of a blade slicing away at flesh and instinctively jumped to my feet. As I looked back I my men, I saw that they were in pieces, ripping and slashed into ribbons. Their stood a rather unkempt fellow. His clothing indicated the bearings of a peasant; a filthy dark brown cloak and an equally dirty pair of trousers with one of the legs missing. He wore no shoes but his feet were clean, which I found interesting. It then occurred to me that this cur had the nerve to come before me un-introduced and uninvited. I raised my blade and held it to him. Though he was ten feet away, I could easily kill him afar.

"Raise your head, and give me one reason why I should not kill you"  

"Because you couldn't"

His voice was very soft and light hearted. I found it unsettling... and familiar. He raised his head showing me a very lovely young man. Clear blue eyes that radiated a complex array of emotions and his smile nearly humbled me. It took me a moment to realize what he had said and I tightened my grip on my blade. I also notice his hands were smeared with rich crimson. Yes. He killed my soldiers.

"You stand before your ruler and your executioner. Kneel before me and perhaps I will allow you the privilege of a quick death. I cannot promise that it would be painless"

He then spread out his arms. I, to this day don't know what he did. My castle seemed to tremble, as though an unknown force were pressing down on it. His very being emitted power, so much that I could not move. I felt fear; fear for my safety, fear my life. Not since my first encounter with Satan had I felt such a feeling. He placed his hands down and soon enough, everything became calm. I was still unable to more, the shock too much to bear. I didn't even drop my sword. He smiled at me warmly and knelt down, as though he were a welcomed guest.

"Excuse me. Are you the Anointed One? Satan's ruler on earth?"

"Yes. I am Dracula you're master" I managed to keep my voice steady. I could see that he was too undead, and as a child of Satan he had to abide by me as others did.

"I was told, whilst eating the liver of a young witch, that as a vampire I must pay my respects to my master. I wanted to see who he was. Now that I have, I will now take my leave"

He slowly stood to his feet and without another word, began walking away. I felt a tremendous black rage fury building inside of me. I, Satan's Anointed, frightened by a mere commoner! Neigh, I shall not tolerate this! He would not live to speak of this!

"Halt! You stand before your master! Your king! You will obey me!"

To further my point, I ordered the sky to open and a lightning bolt to strike near his feet. I did not want to kill him right away. No, this type of injustice called for a more severe punishment then death. I would make him suffer till he knelt before me begging for forgiveness. Then as I take his immortal soul, I will cast it to the fires of hell, were my master would use it as a plaything.

He turned back, his eyes now as red as the blood on his hands and narrow like the eyes of a feline. He grinned wider, revealing a row of jagged fangs none which I had not seen on any vampire. I fought to control my emotions as I stepped forward offering a challenge.  

"You dare approach me with hostility? Fool! I will see to it that my master, your father, strike you down!"

"Father?" He laughed

"No. My father was a vampire as was my mother. You were born a mortal, and thus, you are meek in my eyes. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going now"

I did not stop him.

I was stunned. My fury had died and was replaced with a combination of fear and respect. No vampire could bare a child and yet he was an offspring. I knew what this meant. All living creatures are born with a destiny, a fate to follow. He was born with neither; someone that wasn't supposed to exist. With no destiny to follow, he would go on to be invincible. Somehow, this knowledge gave me peace of mind. I sat back down in my throne and threw my head back in laughter.

*Dracula*

During the Great Depression, Zaavan went to America to slaughter the vampires and humans that resided there. He claimed that he felt that "they all prey for death so I grant them death". Unknown to him, America had an ancient council on vampires which watched over others. Any time anyone disrupted the order of things, they immediately put a stop to it. They noticed Zaavan's heinous murders and sent a messenger to warn him to not only stop but leave the country on 24 hours. Zaavan responded by sending the messenger back to then with face and limbs missing. Outraged, five of the ten council members found and attacked him. Two were killed, one crippled, and one traumatized to the point were he could no longer speak. The fate of the last one is unknown. With their combined efforts they managed to capture him. They were aware of his great strength so instead of killing him, they decided to punish him with exile. He was left five hundred feet under the earth's surface and kept restrained by chains of blessed silver. They figured that eventually, he would die of starvation. However, the centuries of feasting made him strong and able to withstand his lengthy captivity (though he was weakened to the point we're he was at their level). Several decades pasted and to his surprise he was visited by a human. She was accompanied by dozens of priest, monks, and bodyguards. Her beauty almost made him question if she was mortal or not. She also radiated an unusual amount of self confidence to the point were he assumed that she did not need body guards. She spoke to him for hours, telling him about the changes that occurred during his captivity, of the new culture, and of the ties between nations that had been established. He practically fell in love with her, marveling over her beauty and intelligence. As she released him, she ask a favor from him.

"I've heard tales of you murdering your own kind"

"Have you now?"

"Yes. I don't suppose I'd be too much for me to ask you to kill them all, would it"

"Ah... so that is the price of my freedom... I can't guarantee immediate results. I don't intend to put effort into fulfilling your request"

"Haha... I see. You'll just stick to your routine. Fine with me. I may not be alive to see it, but at least I can rest assured they will all be dead eventually"

"I kill humans too"

"Do you?"

"Yes?"

"And how does that concern me?"

"You are a human"

"Oh, you believe you are going to kill me?"

Several of her bodyguard stepped forward but then stepped down upon her gesture.

"I'm certain of it. I haven't tasted human blood in what I can image to be centuries. You look very appealing to my palette right now"

*laughs*

"You are going to kill me"

"What exactly makes you think I wouldn't? Do you think your little mob could harm me? I could've slaughtered them whilst I was restrained"

She laughed once more before leaning forward and kissing him.

"You couldn't kill me"

"You're mad"

"As are you, my dear"

"You're name, what is your name?"

"Cynthia Elizabeth Helsing the 3rd. And you are?"

"Zaavan Sabtrchah"

"My goodnee, that's quite a mouthful. You might want to modernize yourself once you leave"

She turned to leave but then stopped, a new thought occurring to her.

"May I ask you something?"

"I'm listening"

"If a bare you're child, will it be powerful like you?"

"I can't bare children"

"Of course not, silly. You're a man. I can bare children, I'm a woman"

"No, I mean vampires can't bare children"

"Am I a vampire?"

"No, but--

"Then I can, in fact, carry your child"

She then looked back at her bodyguards who, needless to say, seemed disgusted.

"Gentleman, leave us for...thirty minutes"

They left through the way they came without hesitation.

"You can't be serious..."

"Would you deny me?" Cynthia said as she removed her clothing revealing her flawless form.

"...."

"That's what I thought. Just relax now... this is my first time so you might have to teach me a few things"

Zaavan blushed and looked away in embarrassment. Cynthia's eyes widened .

"Really, all this time you've lived? Not even once? My goodness... Well, my sister told me about the experience to I can't go based on that"

"Your soul will be condemned to hell for this"

"Save it. I hear enough of that from my family"

"Well, I can't do this on an empty stomach..." He said looking over her shoulder to the direction her bodyguards went.

"Help yourself. But you have to take me home afterwards"

"Ugh, you and you request... fine"

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Name: Cynthia Elizabeth Helsing III

Age: 50

Height: 5'9

Weight: 164 lbs

Race: German/ One fourth undead

Appearance: Long silky bleached white hair that flows down her back to her waist which is slightly hindered by her tan skin. A flawless hourglass figure. Fairly large and perky breast. Dark blue eyes which shine brightly with mischief and cunning. Normally, her hair is kept in a ponytail. Her preference of clothing is a red leather trench coat, black trousers and black leather boots. Even to the eyes of the inhuman, she is stunningly beautiful.

Personality: Cynthia is in many ways, a prime example of the complexity of the human mind. She comes off as very conceded and unnaturally narcissistic often stopping by a mirror to marvel in her beauty. She greatly enjoys teasing men and making them feel weak. She thoroughly enjoys sexual intercourse though her reasons for enjoying it differ from the norm. She claimed in an interview,

"Once you lay with a person, and I mean really lay with them, none of the sickening acts that the youth do today, you'll be able to get a proper glimpse of their soul. Though the eyes are a window to the soul, the only way to fee it is to make it put at ease; to comfort it enough to convince it seep out of the subconscious and reveal itself. Once you've felt a person's soul, you'll know more about them, their feelings, their mindset, than they would ever be able to know. I'm not in it for the momentary physical pleasure like other harlots. The flesh is putrid and will decay in time. The spirit is beautiful and everlasting. The pleasure they bring you will stay with you"

She is an EXTREME masochist, hunting vampires only to capture and torture them. Her favorite method of torture is to take teenage vampires amongst her victims and tease them sexually. She does so by making their torture sessions less and less painful and at times, letting them off for a week. By doing this, they begin to let their guard down. Next, she attends their sessions and speaks to them tenderly, not in a way they made them think she was regretting her acts of cruelty, but in a way that implies that she is becoming infatuated with them. Her occult skills grant her the ability to read their minds and moods so she is able to tell them exactly what they want to hear (a good majority of newly converted vampires are untrained in the occult). Finally, she takes them a private chamber where she strips her clothing and goes into thorough detail about how she'll go about pleasuring them. Once the victim is entranced enough, she lays them down, makes them close their eyes, and impales them in the heart with a stake she keeps underneath her chamber's bed. She only sinks it in slightly so they would be immobilized so they could watch as she put her clothes back on. She then walks back over and without a word, pounds the stake deeper into their hearts to kill them. She started doing this do to a sudden inquiry that she had one day: If she promises to make passionate love to a man before killing him and she only did the former, which would he be more displeased with?

After barring her first and only child Dominic, her life became completely centered on his growth and development. A good majority of the money she stole from her family's bank account went to his teachings. She exhibits a strong amount of love for him, more so then most mothers. This however is due to her fairly selfish mindset. She tends to treat Dominic like an extremely valuable possession, constantly monitoring his whereabouts and interfering with his life (or lack of). Though, she is aware of her nature and wishes to change her mindset and allow her son to be independent. The very fact that she's a mother fills her with joy, which over the years, has kept her mind off her masochist ways.

Her relationship with her son's father Zaavan is, for a better lack of words, odd. She isn't quite sure whether she loves him or not but it she often shows a great amount of respect towards him (which mainly derives from the fact that he's Dominic's father). Zaavan is the only person who has ever peak her interest sexually. She once said,

"Well, I myself am always phenomenal. Him... I'm happy to say that that monstrous power of his isn't compensating for anything"

History: Cynthia was born in Germany during the 1950's (the exact date is unknown). She was the youngest of three children, Joseph and the knee child Ann. Born in the legendary Helsing family, Cynthia and her siblings Joseph and Natalya were taught to follow the path of righteousness. One of their various teachings was on the occult and how to fight against if. She was considered a prodigy, mastering all her studies in a considerable amount of time. When she turned sixteen she was given the task of exterminating a local vampire which had been murdering young women after draining them of their blood. In a matter of days she caught and executed the vampire. The elders of the Helsing family were so impressed that they broke from tradition and named her the future head of the family, an honor which is normally reserved for the eldest child. Joseph was an honorable man and although it upset him somewhat he was comforted by her sister's obvious leadership capabilities.

As the years went by he began to feel a growing evil inside the household. Cynthia remained the same though her behavior began more and more eccentric. After she finished her dinner should would go down to the basement for what she called, "alone time". One day he decided to follow her as she went down. What he saw would haunt him for the rest of his life. Cynthia had somehow converted the basement into a torture chamber. She kept dozens of vampires, male and female, men and child, in shackles. Many of them were being tortured through impalement and having their skin torn off, their ability of regenerate greatly hindered by years of force fed garlic. In the center of the chamber, Cynthia lied in a pool of blood with a look of pure bliss. She looked towards Joseph with a content smile and said,

"Oh hello brother. Care to join me? It's fresh"

Joseph, though horrified beyond comprehension, was strong enough to keep his composure.

"Sister... why would you do this...?"

Cynthia giggled.

"Oh Joseph. Vampires are creatures against the Holy Spirit. Their souls are condemned to Hell from the day they've been bitten. It's only fitting that they be able to feel their inevitable fate. I don't see the problem dear brother. I've been doing this since my first vampire hunt. Look over there, in the corner"

Joseph looked to the corner and saw a man stripped naked and hung by his feet. His face and body was smeared with blood and his expression was emotionless. Joseph assumed her was dead, but then saw that he was breathing.

"Remember my first vampire hunt? I decided to keep him. The only problem is he's broken. Even I were to release him he would just lay there"

"...I see... Why are you...?" He gestures to the pool of blood.

"It's nothing more then leisure, I assure you. Are you sure that you don't want to join me? The blood of the undead holds some sort of mineral that does wonders for the skin"

Soon after, he reported her activities to the rest of the family and they completely disowned her, cutting her from the family fortune and destroying all records of her including her birth certificate. One thing they discovered was that over the years she had been secretly stealing money from the families account and had taken almost half the fortune. Joseph, now the head of the family, decided not to pursue her but to let her keep the money and drop the issue altogether.

Years went by and Cynthia preoccupied herself by killing and torturing the undead. She changed the 'Van' in her name into a middle name then later changed it to Elizabeth but kept the name Helsing for the sake of a conversation starter. When she was thirty, she was about to torture an elderly vampire when out of fear he promised to tell her a secret which could greatly benefit her at the cost of his life. Cynthia, her interest now peaked, agreed. He spoke of a vampire believed to be stronger then Dracula locked away five hundred feet under the earth's surface as punishment for committing mass genocide to his own kind. His actual reason for telling her this was to send her to her doom. As agreed, Cynthia released him. Ironically enough, the elderly vampire would leave only to be killed a month later by the vampire which he spoke of.

Cynthia, in the course of six months gathered the resources to find the cavern holding him. Together with two dozen monks and priest, she featured to the Bermuda Triangle, were she found him. The tremendous aura that flowed though him enticed Cynthia to have a better understanding of him mindset. She seduced him into allowing her to bare his child. Whilst they were making love, he nipped her neck slightly transfer a small portion of his power to her causing her to become one fourth vampire. He did this because of the probability of their child trying to eat out her insides as he did to his own mother. It wasn't necessary as their child came made no attempt to leave the womb early. As he grew to adulthood, Cynthia's time and attention went to him. With her son to keep her company, she rarely tortures or kills anyone.

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Name: Dominic Joseph Helsing

Age: 19

Race: German/ Three fourths undead

Height: 6'7

Weight: 250 lbs

Appearance: Dominic is somewhat thin and fairly muscular. His skin is light brown due to his father's Israeli blood. His eyes are dark blue and very machine like. He has a somewhat long and sharp nose and a pointed chin. His cheek bones are sharp to a degree, adding to his air of intensity; rarely does his face convey emotion.  His hair is smooth and long enough to reach his waist and is an uneven mix between white and light blonde due to his mother constantly bleaching his hair as a child. Like his mother, he wears his hair in a ponytail. His preference of clothing is a white tuxedo underneath a black silk cloak, and white custom made Italian shoes. His mother makes him wear white gloves to give him a more "regal" appearance.

Personality: Dominic is very quiet and distant towards others. All that matters to him is his mother and thus, he rarely acts on his own. His love for his mother can be put into question. Her horrific nature may lead many to believe that she brainwashed her son into being obedient. This however, is not the case. Dominic does in fact love her, so much so that he doesn't care about her wrongdoings. Although he comes off as emotionless, he IS capable of emption; he just can't comprehend what it is that he's feeling. He's indifferent about the concept of taking a life finding no enjoyment in it what so ever. It doesn't matter what someone tells him, he really doesn't care. He would never kill or harm anyone without reason (or unless his mother instructs him to). They way he views it, slaughter and diplomacy are on an equal level though whichever has fewer repercussions, he'll resort to.  Oddly enough, his mother also taught him to always be chivalrous. When it comes to women he is somewhat awkward due to his mother constantly encouraging him to find a suitable girlfriend or to get married, even going as far as to say, "Son, at the very least have sex. At times I worry that you may be a virgin for centuries..."

History: Dominic's was one fourth undead and his father was completely undead resulting in him being one fourth mortal. His mother went out of her way to make sure he excelled at everything and spent no expense when it came to his teachings. He was taught many things involving the occult, Christianity, combat, warfare, history, and weaponry. When he turned ten, she decided to instruct him in dancing, a hobby which she took to as a child.

The following is taken from the pages of Cynthia Elizabeth Helsing 3rd's diary.

'A most joyous occasion has just occurred! I never thought Dominic would blossom at such a raw age. Seven hours ago my little Dominic was undergoing his daily judo classes. Mind you, though his strength is beyond the limitations of a mortal, Evans is able to keep him in place whilst training. Indeed, Evans skills are refined to the point where I think Bolo Yuang would consider him a formidable foe (I've always wondered how he is in bed).

Anyhow, I decided to walk in and watch them bout, something that I had never before had the time to do. Dominic held his own very well though was a bit sloppy. I decided to give him word of encouragement while he resting.

"Come now dear! Make mommy proud!"

He seemed to switch into a second gear in the second round, becoming much more aggressive and delivering blow after blow. Poor Evans seemed lost; all he could do was defend himself. Suddenly Dominic lunged at him with a front kick. Evans foolishly held his hands up to block then Dominic, oh so very brilliant, shifted his weight to his thigh and delivered a well placed kick to his unguarded knee. I think I could actually hear his kneecap collapsing. How can I NOT be proud? A perfect show of brutality!

And he wasn't done there. Evans fell to the floor Dominic grabbed him by the wrist and struck him in the elbow knocking it out of its socket. It was most amusing to see Evans, who had been taught to withstand pain, crying in agony as Dominic continued to, as my sister would say, curb-stomp him. I didn't want to lose the chance to experience Evans's pleasure, so I put a stop to it after a few minutes. Dominic looked to me and in his eyes I saw no fury, no joy, no feeling that would drive the average person to such ruthlessness. I fought to hold my tears. Only seven years old, and he has progressed so much!

I must cut this short. I've promised Evans a night of delights as compensation for Dominic's assault. I sincerely hope he can work well with a broken leg. I'm sure he can manage. Until next time.

Cynthia XOXO

P.S I must call Joseph and tell him. He'll be so amazed! I hope he'll answer this time.'

  Another example of Dominic's skill would come at the age of ten. While him and is mother were at a market place in Brazil, three vampires in the crowd noticed Cynthia and remembered her to be the soulless monster whom tortured vampires for amusement. Together, they planned to capture and torture her son to exact their revenge. Later that night, Cynthia was sleeping when they went into Dominic's room and kidnapped him. When she woke up, he was gone. Both she and Dominic had a telepathic connection so they could stay in contact in case they got separated. When she tried to speak to him, he didn't respond. For the next two weeks days, she went into hysterics, killing and maiming any of her servants that attempted to calm her down. Dominic came back on the fifteenth day, his clothes and hands soaked with blood. Cynthia ignored it as she embraced him.

"Oh Dominic...! I'm glad your back...! Where were you?! Why is there blood on you new suit?! Were you out killing people?!"

"I was taken by three vampires while you slept. They said they were going to kill me"

"It took you two weeks to kill three vampires?"

"No. I killed them and then I proceeded to kill all vampires in a twenty mile radius"

Cynthia felt a strong sense of pride but tried to stay stern with him.

"Why did you do that?"

"They were a possible threat. If there were willing to kill me without reason, then they must've considered me a large target"

"Why did you never answer when all called out to you?" She asked sharply.

"I was trying to focus solely on the mission at hand"

"...Damn if you aren't just like your uncle..." She laughed before kissing him on the cheek. "Come dear. Let's go out and feast"

"Yes mother"

"And be sure to get out of that suit! Perhaps we can get the stains out if we act fast enough, and I am not about to throw away a five-thousand dollar suit"

"Yes mother"

"Dominic?"

"Yes mother?"

"You know I love you, right?"

"Of course"

"...Do you love me?"

"Yes. Stop asking stupid questions now, please"

Cynthia giggles.

"Yes dear"

*Side Story*

As said before, Cynthia is consistently urging her son to getting into a relationship. On his seventeenth birthday she grew tired of waiting and took matters into her own hands. Using her connections, she spread a rumor that Dominic was looking for a suitable wife amongst the women of their current residence (Quebec). Many women upon hearing of his enormous wealth immediately began clamoring over him. Cynthia then put together a social get together, inviting any single male or female to come to their mansion (She invited the men for two reasons: She didn't want the women to go home without the saying they couldn't find a man and she was looking out for a suitable bed partner for herself). While the party was going on, Dominic stayed in the corner, unsure of what to do. Cynthia was speaking to a Russian weightlifter when she saw him and made a B-line towards him.

"What're you doing just standing there? There are women for you to meet!"

"Mother... I don't really see the reason behind this..." He said looking to the ground, his hand running through his hair.

"My dear, we went over this. Look at all these women eager to meet you. All you have to do it find one worthy of your affection"

"But would I know when I'm infatuated?"

"You just feel it son. You might feel faint or a bit nauseous and THAT is how you know"

"That sounds very unpleasant..." Dominic said meekly.

"Get out there and find someone!" She ordered stomping her foot down. Dominic sighed in defeat and walked into the crowd where he was nearly swarmed by women.

One in particular caught his interest. She was a rather plain young woman, perhaps fifteen. She was fairly stocky, and her garbs immediately indicated that she was Middle Eastern. Though he didn't know why, when she stood by her, he grew extremely nauseous and agitated. He assumed it was a feeling of affection so he went over to his mother.

"Mother. I think I found someone"

"Did you?! Truly?! That's fantastic! Where is she? Is she pretty? Is... she fertile?"

"Moth-*sighs*. She's over there" He said gesturing to the woman he spoke to. She stood amongst a crowd of women, bragging how Dominic had been watching her the most. Cynthia looked disappointed.

"Um... Well whatever... go over and talk to her. She's your love after all"

"Do I have to?" Dominic said, his voice hinting a whine.

"Do. It"

"...Yes mother"

Cynthia watched them speak for several minutes but couldn't help but notice the sickened expression on Dominic's face. She never saw him show negativity to anyone, but the look on his face was one of pure disgust. The girl was too diluted in her ramblings to notice. After a few minutes, Dominic ran back to her and vomited in front of her.

"I-Is this love...?" He asked miserably.

"...Wait here" She ordered as she marched over to the girl. The minute she got three feet near her, a putrid smell hit her like a slap to the face. The smell of garlic. She came back to Dominic and sighed in shame.

"...forgive me son"

After the party and everyone left, Cynthia ordered that the girl be murdered and mutilated. Dominic did it personally, the first and only time that he killed out of hatred.