New York

He takes advantage of the fact that her place is available, knowing if he stays it would comfort him somehow. He could smell her, hear her, almost see her in every part of the place. He felt even more close to her here. He opened her closet to see it filled with all her sexy little outfits. He could smell her scent within the closet. He longed for her. He could not put down her journals, as he began to see just what kind of life she led. Night after night he read about her passions, adventures, and her endless pool of power. He loved that.

He pulled the little wooden box out of his suitcase. Faint whispers could be heard as if she was trying to speak to him. He set it on the nightstand beside the bed, just staring at it. The journals shed some light of what she endured with her coven. Their constant betrayal, and yet she put up with it. An anger grew within him, just thinking about how they treated her and his own ultimate act of betrayal. But, he possessed the power to bring her back, even stronger than before. Or he could make her a demon like himself, which ever he chose. But the urge was there to bring her back and it grew stronger the more he read. He pondered the thoughts of her seeking vengence, but it passed quickly. He knew she would have more important duties to tend to. He wasn't worried.

Three to four days had passed and a few bottles of liquor and the diaries were eched in his brain. He gazed out at the midnight skyline as his world came into focus for the evening. The night beckoned him and he was desperate to find a place to make a great underground club. He wanted to cater to the dark crowd. Draw in some of vampire types, something to help him plot his next moves with the Countess' heart.

Soon a phenomenon began. Blade had found the perfect place for his club & it soon became the rage of the underworld. He rose to power rather quickly in the night world. The young mortals adored him & he used them all. They didn't even mind that he practically controlled their every move. It was like a cult. They worshiped him like a devil or god. Drunk with power he would slip even deeper into the sins of hell and teeter at the edge of insanity. Beat, beat went her heart, inside his head, he could always hear it.

People threw themselves at his feet, male or female, he could attract them all. In this world, he ruled, a devil on a throne. He waited every night hoping to see the face of one of Jess' coven buddies. He dreamed of the night he would cross pathes with one or more of them. Especially Little Tabbs. Her fate was definitely pre-destined, someone with as little intelligence as she had, truly had a snowball's chance in hell at survival, he thought, letting a soft laugh escape. He thought maybe the best way to destroy someone like Tabbs was to move in close for the kill. Tear away bits of her emotions, rip apart her life slowly and strip her of her self esteem. Show her how truly incompetant of a vampire she was. He could not wait to show her how she paled in comparison to his one true love, and that she would never measure up, unless perhaps she made a pact with the devil. The perfect plan was to seek them out one by one and strip them of all that was important to them. The Countess herself would approve of such a plan, he thought. But he wondered if he should wait til he brought he back or do it while he destroys them all. It would be nice to have them all present when he raises her from the dead, he thought.

His new life consumed him so completely, that a void of time had passed since he thought of the the late Countess. Women were an abundance to him these days, and he had such variety he had no time to compare them to his one true love. All the newfound attention he was receiving filled the dark void he possessed within his hollow body. He felt comfortable amoung all of them. Each one served an unnoticed purpose to him. His world was expanding at such a rate it would soon consume him completely in the near future. And through all this choas, one thing remained constant... the faint beating of her heart..still beating in the darkest fathoms of his soul.

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