V - Beau

1635 - Age 23

We had moved again, Thomas and I. We were in Paris, France now. I had learned 3 years ago that there was going to be no way for me to escape without help. I needed to find Bridget Bishop and could convince her to help me. Bridget was the key to many of Thomas's victims' freedom, but she still wasn't born yet; I would have to find one of the in-color people from the visions I've had of her.

I looked in the mirror and starred at the cuts that covered my skin. Some were old and healing but then there were the new ones, the ones I received last night for trying to help one of the new girls that Thomas had brought in. I knew she was here against her will.

The men had decided they wanted to have their 'fun' with the young girl. Those five men were my first kills, and I relished in the taste of their blood, their flesh, their hearts. It was the only time I had never done the ritual before eating hearts.

I felt a sharp grip on my face as I swallowed the last piece of the heart. I was forced to look at Thomas. There was that angry cold look in his eyes, he had a knife with him, he dragged the tip of it across my face, drawing blood. I let out a pained whimper as tears started running down my face. After 7 years I still had yet to get used to the pain.

"You shouldn't have done that, pet." He growled into my ear, before he bit into my throat with his fangs.

I heard the poor girl scream and something in me snapped, I could feel it in my veins before a shadowy substance wrapped around the girl and disappeared with her. Thomas let me fall to the ground as he stared at where the girl had been. He let out a pissed roar, before he stormed back over and grabbed me by my hair. He started dragging me, but I couldn't do anything, the blood loss was too much. I would have to eat again soon, and one heart was not going to cover it.

As I could feel my mind floating, I barely recognized being tossed on a bed, I didn't even acknowledge more men coming into the room; No acknowledgement when they got undressed; Zero when they began to rape me and cut into my skin. I then welcomed the darkness.

I let out a sigh, stepping away from the mirror as I slipped on the over layer of my dress. Thomas was taking me to a masquearde ball. He was keeping up appearances around the humans. He had received an invitation to the ball from King Louis XIII himself, a Werecat. I picked up my mask and then walked out of the room, making my way down the hall. I stepped out into the foyer and Thomas stood there. He dressed up nice and no one but the ones who were in business with him would ever suspect him of what he did. 

When we had arrived, we put on our masks but then we had to separate. Thomas was not happy about that. I could see he wanted to kill the men, but he had to keep up appearances. So I was led to where the woman were who were talking with excitement. Apparently we were getting matched with random people to dance with. Apparently King Louis XIII wife suggested it as a way for people to find their mates, but I could sense there was more to this than what everyone knew.

A woman in anextravagant ballgown and mask bumped into me, and I steadied her, but then I saw a vision of her, the King, and a man I had seen in a vision of Bridget Bishop. Edward Bishop 'the sawyer'. I couldn't understand what they were saying, only word I understood was Skinwalker.

"Are you okay?" I asked in Spanish.

She looked at me with a smile as she stepped back.

"I am fine," She replied, as she looked at the girls.

"None of them are Skinwalkers, your majesty." I told her in German this time.

She looked at me with wide eyes and surprise.

"Unless you count me,"

"You're the girl that Edward Bishop says is in trouble?"

He knew? How did he know?

"He's an Incubus." She said, breaking me away from my thoughts.

An Incubus? Demons that fed off the sexual needs and desires of others, while they slept. Often times leading the person to their deaths. I've only ever met one, and that was when I was 13, he was young and I never did learn his name, seeing as he only ever talked to me in my dreams.