Perfect Dark pt 11c: Mother may I? (Rated R) for disturbing content.

**The_NewCatwoman** · 10-18-2001, 08:29 PM

**Before you read this, make sure you go back to my last thread and read the part about Caine and Abel, thanks**

Caine smiled wickedly, flicking his zippo lighter on and off several times before finally lighting the cigarette that had sat between his lips for the past six minutes. The sour taste of nicotine, and filter bits filled his mouth in a estatic glory. "Don't smoke cigarettes kids," he whispered jokingly "you'll turn into a vampire."

His eyes met the floor, surveying his clothing strewn all over the place. He'd been in a particular hurry for some reason, his thoughts turning back to the last six hours. It had been quite the romp, maybe the best he'd had in centuries. He turned as he felt her stirring, light wake-up moans issued forth from her mouth. "Mattina il mio poco sexpot." he said, checking italian from his list of languages he hadn't used in a while.

Her shiny golden hair fell back over her shoulders as she rose in bed, her face framing her confused gaze. Her skin was slightly paler than usual, signaling he'd done his job right. She fell forward, clutching her stomach, shuddering in pain. Caine smiled, "Don't worry Gloria, you're just hungry."

He stood and stretched, feeling her bloodshot eyes bore into his spinal cord, mentally snapping it apart and drinking his coursing blood.

Caine had met Gloria the night before outside the bar, she was not surprisingly a prostitute, and also only fourteen years old. He wondered absently, what about that appealed to him so much. Anyway, push come to shove, literally, he'd forced her back to this hotel room. He'd dove right in, taking the time to get a few good mouthfuls of her delicious life support. Then he raced on into what he liked to call La Cirque. The main act, his Amazing Finger and Wax show. He licked his lips, remembering her screaming in excruciating pain. The horrible things he could think of at 2 a.m.

Now she was his sire, his child if you will. He'd take care not to lose this one, he'd had horrible luck with them since Dimanche. His heart ached when he thought of her, but was soon replaced by the massaging thought that she'd soon be home safely in his arms. He'd stop this silly playboy/sadist act that he defined so masterfully. In the mean time there was always Gloria.

**

World, if I grow old...

I'd be shocked myself...

'Cause only Lord knows...

All the pain I've been delt..

I should kill myself...

And get it all over with...

But then I stop and think...

That's the life that I live...

**

A.J. ran a hand through his frozen hair, ignoring the ice cold wind that swept brutally around his body.

He'd chose to walk the seventeen blocks to school this morning, not because he wanted to take a glorious fall stroll, but because he hadn't felt like dealing with his father, or Tim, or Alfred even.

He didn't even want to go to school, and could have faked sick, not that it would have worked or anything, but he wasn't the lying type. It was insulting to lie to somebody, or be lied to, in his mind. He'd rather be told he had testicular cancer, and only four minutes to say goodbye, before he was wisked off to a quarantined community to live out his days, than to be slapped in the face with a lie in either direction.

Something ahead caught his eye, making him look up from his slow march of torture. The executioner had arrived, ax in hand, on her black hood was a name tag that said, "Hi, I'm Mila." He shook the cold thought away and forced a hello. Mila didn't return the gesture, instead walked right past him in a daze. A.J. reached out and grabbed her blue blazer's sleeve, turning her to face him. Surprise etching itself into his features, he stared at her. Her face was completely pale, and taunt, a pink bruise filling itself in on her cheek. Small tear lines still ran fresh down her face. But the worst part had to be her eyes, normally bright and fresh, a dark pool of brown, now red, with dark circles rimmed around their edges.

"Close your mouth son, you look stupid." he remembered his mother telling him once, causing to shut his gaping mouth-hole. "Mila, what happened to you?" he asked, grimacing unintentionally.

Mila coughed, more tears erupting, "I don't know." she said leaning forward onto A.J.'s chest. "I woke up this way, and there was blood everywhere,... A.J., I'm scared."

A.J. placed a hand on her shoulder awkwardly, wondering if now was the time to tell her what he knew she didn't want to hear.

**

World, if I grow old...

I'd be shocked myself...

'Cause only Lord knows...

All the pain I was delt...

I should kill myself...

And get it all over with...

But then I stop and pray...

Lord watch over me...

**Lyrics by Ja Rule**

**Daughterof_Evil** · 10-18-2001, 11:40 PM

Wow, that was great. Disturbing, but great. Your writing style has evolved to a surprising extent, encompassing new fields of expertise. I especially like the crack about the executioner with the nametag "Hi, I'm Mila." That was terribly funny for the seriousness of the situation, and accented with the grimness nicely.

I'm intrigued by this Caine guy...am I right to assume he is the figure from the Bible and not the assassin you mentioned in Breakdown? And a vampire, creating his own little vampire coven, how awfully amusing.

**The_NewCatwoman** · 10-19-2001, 03:03 PM

Not the figure from the bible, but named after, and no, he's definitely not that Cain, it's the same name, but spelled with and "e".

**The_NewCatwoman** · 10-23-2001, 03:45 PM

I am who I am, and I indeed have been called many things. "Advocatus Diaboli," that means Devil's advocate in Latin, being the most accurate. And when the "Dies Irae" (Day of Wrath) comes, I'll truly suffer indeed, but it's all worth in if I get to see Diamanche again. She is my light in this darkness, I made her what she was,.. that which eventually led to her downfall.

Her death.

Things stir in my chest when I think of her, things that I have not allowed myself to feel in a thousand lifetimes, lifetimes of other men that I have ultimately outlived. Those that stood at my sides, loyal and willing, but still gullible fools. Died a cursed death for me, and that I can't take back, nor for most do I want to. All but her.

Dimanche.

Gaia.

It's all the same, she's the same, an angel from heaven that I cursed in pure jealousy.

I really disgust myself sometimes...

I meant what I said, I'm quitting this odious fantasy once I find her. But it won't be to start a life together. It'll be to make repetence for taking her away from herself, transforming her purity into contempt...

...Killing my dear brother, that for which I have ultimately punished myself in ways that would cause even those with the strongest constitutions to fall sick. But nothing I do here on Earth will compare to what God will let Satan do to me, I can almost feel his pitchfork in my back now. I wouldn't be surprised to find it there.

I've got to hurry up and find her, as soon as I can, I know she's here, because this city, this place that used to be a small British colony some 400 and odd years ago, is where she died. She told me on her last physical breath that she'd still be here no matter what happened when I came for her. I only hope that Angel guy isn't going to give me a hard time, but he probably will. If he has a single ounce of humanity in his angelic little body, he'll understand, maybe he'll even help me.

I'm tired of this crap, I want to be a real human again.

This might not sound like me, Caine, son of Jason, a greek of all things. Half greek, half hebrew. But I have shamed my heritage.

**thanks**

**Daughterof_Evil** · 10-25-2001, 01:52 AM

Wow.

Can any other word really describe it? The writing, emotions, the casual, sick wit! It was all so rich! Seeing into the mindset of this Caine, who, ultimately, must be as cursed as Bruce and A.J. to have his own words spoken from your fingertips, has allowed me some insight into his life. Who is this Diamanche, and what does she hold for him? Was she the damnable being who turned him vampiric?

Oh, the questions!

**The_NewCatwoman** · 10-25-2001, 09:56 AM

It seems you didn't follow my instructions. GO BACK and read my last thread. At the bottom of the page, there is a post giving Caine and Dimanche some history. It should help.

**Panther** · 10-25-2001, 10:25 AM

I am amazed at how you took thsi fanfic to a whole new level - or should I say added new levels to it?

NEway - This. Is. Awesome. I love all the references to the Bible and history and the truly Gothic twist you've thrown in. I have a BAD feeling I know who Dimanche reincarnated as, which could leaad to some major fight scenes. I guess I'll just have to wait and see!

Later

**The_NewCatwoman** · 11-01-2001, 11:36 AM

**December 23rd, 1966**

William Warren Kyle clutched the small hand of his daughter protectively as he led her through the god-forsaken hallways of the Three-Leaf Hotel. Long neglected after WWII, it served as a hide-out for drug traffikers, prostitutes, and other outcast of the glorious era of The Gothamite.

Beside him walked the tiring body of Monica Girbaud, his long-time girlfriend, mother of his child, and sometimes employee. She peered over her shoulders worriedly, weary of every sound in the place. He watched her eyes dart back and forth suspiciously, supressing the urge to punch her in the jaw for her idiocy, he didn't want to scare Selina.

They reached room 549-A, temporary stay of Donald Dilly, who "Doc", as he was called, knew was quite the spender, throwing out big bucks for the endangered species of Opium, and the fruitful Heroin.

**Ugh, gotta go.**

**The_NewCatwoman** · 11-01-2001, 03:35 PM

**Maybe I should make this clear, William is called "Doc" not Donald.**

Raising his fist, Doc pounded on the door. Waited a few minutes then pounded again.

A muffled, "I'm coming!" came from behind the battered door.

The hinges cried out in wear, as Donald swung the door over the heavy carpeting. A broad grin pressed itself into the creases of his face as he caught sight of Doc, and Monica. "Your early." he said brightly.

"Yeah, an um, earlier appointment was cancelled. So she's all your's for a few hours." Doc said taking Monica's arm and pushing her through the door. "$200 an hour, three hours tops." Doc watched emotionlessly as Monica shuffled forward, catching the sight of two other men, and atleast four other women sitting around the hotel room. Dark clouds of smoke hung over the room, eveloping the half-dressed men, and the completely nude women. Euphoric rock music played loudly, flowing out of the floor-speakers.

"Is it alright if I share with my friends?" Donald asked, smiling as Monica flinched.

Doc stole Monica a glance, "No, just you, if I find out any of those bastards touched her,.. I'll rip their balls out." he said flashing a cocky smile.

"Well I'm sure we'll do just fine without them then." a faux-forlorn look crossed his features. Donald reached out and grabbed Monica's hand, "Come on in gorgeous."

Doc reached out and grabbed his wrist sharply, "Wear this." he said producing a rubber condom with his other hand. "The only one making babies with her is going to be me." his voice was threatning to the point where Donald almost flinched. "Try me if you want, I'll rip out everything you hold dear to you with a rusty knife." Donald grinned nervously, "Fine Doc, don't worry, I'll take care of it." He took the prophylactic, and shut the door.

"You want a Soder." Doc asked, as if noticing Selina for the first time.

"Yes, please." she said, her squeaky voice rising slightly.

Doc, picked her up in his arms, noticing immeadiately how she tensed up around him, as if she was scared of him.

Odd, dreamlike thoughts flooded his mind, something like him hurting her. But it didn't register as anything remotely true.

They went down to the lobby, and out onto the street. A block and a half away was a restaurant where he could order a nice drink or two. Maybe three. Then when Monica was finished, they'd head to the dealer's to pick up their order.

He looked down at Selina, wondering why her eyes where so glassy.

**Panther** · 11-05-2001, 11:01 PM

To be honest, the first word that comes to my head is "disturbing".

But I guess that's what you were going for. Is this all just background to Selina's charcater and where's she's coming from psychologically or will this tie in with the present plot?

gotta go