Black Sheep

EndlessWaltz

The couple that slays together stays together.

The thought flowed through Lucius’s head as he stared at Victoria, her face covered in blood, her hair wild from their tryst. His eyes gave a hungry and tender glare at her. Victoria’s legs still wrapped around him held tighter. She loved the feeling of him in her; it made her entire body tingle. She couldn’t have anticipated that the one she was afraid of at first is the one who made her feel the safest. Her skin felt flush under his gaze; she loved being the center of his attention in this moment. Sitting up her arms draping over his shoulders she closed her eyes and leaned in kissing him softly. Lucius’s eyes closed his mind a flurry of thoughts and emotions long dormant; he relished in her touch. The way she bit his lip as they kissed how soft her tongue felt the way her hands cradled his neck. Amidst the chaos of the evening they found each other as an anchor to reality, the feelings they shared the only thing keeping their humanity intact.

His grip on her back tightend as he let himself enjoy the emotions he felt for her. For the first time in a long time he felt at peace. The storm in his head and heart gave way and it made him happy. A smile formed on his face. Not an evil or malicious one. A genuine smile came across his face. He pulled back and looked at her his beautiful Battle Angel. Valkyrie he thought the opposite to Baphomet. This thought made him chuckle; he had found his match in their partnership, one that transcended the technical terms of love,friendship,connections they had become two people operating as one a silent,whimsical connection that bound them together. Pulling her head close to his chest he leaned in and whispered “Thank you.”

The words surprised her, this was a far cry from the angry dangerous man she had spent the evening with. Here in this moment he was calm and tender, the duality confused and excited her. Was this Alistair breaking through or was Lucius evolving and becoming something different? The thought vexed her all she knew was that in this moment her world felt complete. She pressed her head against his chest the sound of his heart was soothing. “As much as I want to stay in this moment…We should probably get cleaned up and I have to attend to our friend here.” Lucius said, cradling the back of her head stroking her hair. “But before we do, I want you to know how beautiful you are right now and that I am proud of you. You did good tonight there’s a shower through the door past the computer and second right down the hall and I took the liberty of going to your place while you were at work and grabbing you some fresh clothes. Yes I know your door was locked, don't worry about it I had it covered. Take your time. I have a little bit of work to do then I’ll get myself cleaned up.” He kissed the top of her head as her legs dropped. Letting her go was the most difficult thing he ever had to do; he didn't want this moment to ever end. He dropped his arms with a dramatic sigh as he stood up straight helping Victoria down from the table.

Straightening her dress a bit she started to walk off. “Oh yeah I am gonna need that dress and your undergarments and I need to sterilize and clean your jewelry. Sorry we must be careful, I will replace the dress.” “Ok Papa.” she replied the words sent a shiver of excitement and pride through him. He smiled his normal wicked grin as he set to work like Krampus. Once she was out of the room he grabbed his portable saw and set about piecing up the body to make gettin it to and into the chipper easier. Once he had bundled the body and got it to the chipper he threw clumping cat litter down to absorb the blood. He rolls the tarp up and takes it to the incinerator. Throwing the body into the chipper it sprays the chum into a collection unit for him to chum the water for sharks. Once his wicked work is complete He walks through to the shower. Victoria had finished but sat there her mind racing back to the events that had transpired and found herself feeling guilty for her part in the events. Lucius removed the contents of his pockets into a small bowl then stripped his pants,socks and shoes placing them in the same hamper as her dress and panties for disposal. Sitting down beside her the water cascaded over them.

“You good kitten?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. She leaned over resting her head on his shoulder as they sat there. No other words were needed; they knew what eachother wanted to say. Lucius looked at her as she looked up at his eyes, hers red and puffy. They sat in silence, neither of them needing to talk. Lucius’s chest rose and fell steadily; Victoria shifted resting her head on it as his arm wrapped around her. Her breathing quickened as the tears started flowing, her body trembling as she sobbed. He let her cry he learned that sometimes you just have to let it happen.

The steam from the shower filled the bathroom, fogging the mirrors and softening the sharp edges of the brutal night they had just endured. Lucius sat there, his broad shoulders slumped yet sturdy, as Victoria leaned into him, seeking solace in the very storm she once feared. The water poured over them both, washing away the grime and the blood, but not the weight of what had transpired.

“You’re safe now,” Lucius murmured, his voice low and gravelly, cutting through the sound of the water. It was both a promise and a statement of fact, one that carried an intensity that Victoria couldn’t ignore.

She didn’t answer with words—her voice felt too raw, too fragile. Instead, she nodded against his chest, her tears mixing with the water streaming down her face. Every sob that wracked her body felt like a piece of her soul breaking loose, and yet, Lucius stayed grounded, holding her like an anchor in the storm.

His hand moved gently, stroking her damp hair as he let her cry. “You don’t have to feel guilty for surviving,” he said softly, almost as if he was speaking to himself as much as to her. “Sometimes... things need to end for us to keep going.”

Victoria pulled back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze. His dark eyes, usually so piercing and sharp, held a softness now—a quiet understanding that surprised her. For all his chaos and his cruelty, there was a part of Lucius that understood her pain on a level she hadn’t expected.

“Do you ever regret it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The question hung in the steam-filled air, heavy and loaded.

Lucius’s jaw tightened for a moment before he exhaled slowly. “Not the way you’d think,” he admitted. “I don’t regret what I’ve done for survival, for justice. But sometimes, I regret what it’s taken from me... what it’s turned me into.”

His honesty caught her off guard, and for a moment, she didn’t know how to respond. Instead, she reached up, cupping his face with trembling hands. “You’re not a monster,” she said, her voice breaking. “Not to me.”

His lips curved into a faint, bittersweet smile. “Maybe not to you, kitten. But we both know the truth.”

The water began to cool, and Victoria shivered, her body instinctively moving closer to his warmth. Lucius reached over, turning off the shower, and the sudden silence was almost deafening. He stood, wrapping a towel around her before grabbing one for himself. His movements were deliberate, careful, as if trying to shield her from the reality of what they had just done.

His lips curved into a faint, bittersweet smile. “Maybe not to you, kitten. But we both know the truth.”

The water began to cool, and Victoria shivered, her body instinctively moving closer to his warmth. Lucius reached over, turning off the shower, and the sudden silence was almost deafening. He stood, wrapping a towel around her before grabbing one for himself. His movements were deliberate, careful, as if trying to shield her from the reality of what they had just done.

As they stepped out of the bathroom, Victoria hesitated. Her legs felt heavy, her mind racing with everything she wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for. Lucius seemed to sense it, pulling her into a hug so tight she could feel his heartbeat against her ear.

“You’re stronger than you think,” he said quietly, his lips brushing against her temple. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time that night, Victoria let herself believe him.

The pair stepped into the hallway, steam still clinging to their skin as they left the bathroom behind. Lucius walked ahead, his bare feet silent against the cool floor. “This way,” he said, his voice steady and calm, as if the horrors of the evening hadn’t happened—or as if they were already buried beneath his usual control.

He turned left and approached the next door, pushing it open with a measured hand. Inside, the room was dimly lit, a soft glow from a small bedside lamp casting warm light on a neatly made bed. Laid out across it were their fresh clothes, carefully chosen and arranged. For Victoria, there was a green and black floral print blouse with delicate details, paired with a flowing green cotton-knit skirt and a sleek black belt to tie it all together.

Lucius had selected a more understated ensemble for himself: a black button-down shirt with dark slacks and a thin leather belt. Everything about the presentation was meticulous, purposeful. It was as if Lucius had planned for this moment with the same precision he applied to everything else in his life.