A Foreboding Allure

Chapter 4 - Part II

Antoine's POV;;

I could not explain the strange feeling that boiled within the very depths of my dark, twisted, soul as I ran with unnatural speed back to my bed chamber.  Even though I had not yet been sexual in any way with Liana, the thought of Lucca, or anyone else really, touching, kissing, wanting her- filled me with a rage, black as night.  She was mine, and I wished for it to forever remain that way.  I went straight to my bedroom, a quiet voice in the back of my mind told me I would find Lucca there.  I wanted to kill him, to drain his blood to the last drop and make him watch me do it. I wanted him to hurt, to suffer.  I didn't care if he was Sonya's slave and that I didn't have the authority to harm him but my temper had gotten the best of me.

I burst through the door and saw Lianna sitting on the floor, with Lucca right beside her.  There lips locked in a tight embrace.  I watched them both jump with a start and separate as soon as they saw me standing in front of them.  He had been kissing her, deeply, and it was more than I could bear.  I knew I had wanted to tourture him, make him feel the pain, but seeing the intamacy between he and Liana, as well as the fact my sister was clearly in love with him - an absurdity considering he was her property...and human, I could no longer bear the thought of this treacherous sneak living another second longer.  I plucked him up from the floor by his neck and effortlesslly twisted, the crack of every bone snapping into pieces was, at that time, the most satisfying, luscuious sound in the world.  When I felt the rush of life leave Lucca's body, I dropped him and turned to leave.  For split second, no longer than half a moment, I met Liana's eyes.  A look of pure horror, saddness and confused lined her face and for another moment, I could feel her hurt.  Every aspect of each emotion she was feeling hit me with the force of a brick wall. And I was, too, hurt.  In the same moment I softened, not visibly,but inside. I regretted killing Lucca, disappointing Liana, knowing I would be the cause of so much pain for her.  Why did I feel so tenderly for this little human girl? Who had not lived a fraction of my lifetime nor yet lived through any of life's experiences.  A part of me wanted to visciously guard her, protect her from the world and it's hurt and disppointments but I could not, as I had been the cause of at least two for her now. Taking her away from a life she had always known, and killing her only friend, and apparent lover.

As soon as I turned, eye contact was broken, and the spell was extenguished, feelings gone. And so I left as abruptly as I had arrived and slammed the door shut behind me leaving Liana still sitting on the floor with the dead body of her friend laying beside her.

I shut off my mind, I had to, as I was continously replaying the seen of the last few minutes in my head over and over again, maker me all the more angry.  I knew I had to get away from everyone, from my own mind, or I would become extremely destructive.  I had always had rage control problems but in my entire lifetime, for lack of a better word, I could not remember feeling this angry and so many other emotions at once.  I knew exactly where I needed to go.  Three stories below my feet, below even the dungeon, was the wine cellar.  Unlike many homes with wine cellar's in the area, the Santoro's was legendary.  Vast shelves of dusty vintage treasures filled the entire volume of the lowest level.  Secured by two valuted doors, only the immediate family members held the key.  The cellar wasn't exactly a secret, but it was information provided on a need-to-know basis.  Even a quarter of the oldest bottles in the cellar amounted to at least half the value of the mansion itself.  It seemed as though the history of the Santoror winery was in the cellar, and so it was my solace.  Dante had his library, and the quiet company of dusty novels only he would read, and I had this place, dimly lit, filled with thousands of bottles of priceless beauty.  And so there I stayed, sitting, alone, in the silence.