Cursed

Chapter One-Julian

Two weeks ago

Hate, rage and a primal lust are what I feel as I watch Emilia walk into my chambers. She's beautiful as ever.

Full blond hair that flows all the way to her lower back. Lashes fluttering above big beautiful blue eyes, full red lips that seemed to have been emphasized.

She's wearing a sleeveless white robe. Her fair bosoms strain against the materials of the robe making my already hard member twitch impatiently. I wonder how that white robe would look splashed with red.

Her steps are soft and suggestive as she makes her way to my bed. She parts the linens and climbs onto the bed.

" You called for me, my lord" Her voice is breathy. I can smell her lust and it's intoxicating.

"Take off your clothes" I growl, my voice low and husky.

Emilia hands tremble as she kneels and takes off the white robe teasingly. She is bare with her lush blond hair as her only cover.

My lust increases as my eyes roam her body. Her skin is a smooth milky color. I imagined what they would look like, blushed.

Her hands are by her side and I see them itching to cover herself but they remain stubbornly by her side. My mind goes awry and I pounce on her.

She squeals in fear and delight as I drag her to myself roughly and make her lie on her back. I don't waste my time on foreplay. She's already wet as my excited member probes her entrance.

She yelps, groans and breathes heavily as I shove it in roughly and to the hilt. Her eyes are wide and her red lips are shaped like an 'O'.

My thrusts are rough, hard and unrelenting. Her cries of pleas fall on my ears like water on a reptile's skin. I'm in another world and it's just the pleasure I feel.

I do not know who or what is beneath me. Emilia's cries fade away. I could hear it in my thoughts but not my head. I thrust for minutes, the pleasure building until it overflows. I feel that mad rush of relief and shiver as tremor wrecks through my body.

With the relief came acknowledgement and clarity. Acknowledgement of what I'd just done again.

It's almost as if my eyes and mind were covered and something had pulled out the coverage.

I look down and see Emilia. She's quiet. Her eyes are wide open in shock. Her face ashen.

There's blood seeping from a wound on her neck. Her milky white skin is stained red. I don't need to check to know her heart Is no longer beating.

I move away from her and sit. My mind is as quiet as Emilia. I'm still for a few minutes before I breath in deeply, pick up a towel and drape it around my waist.

I walk to the door and open it. My chambermaid and guards are waiting outside the door.

"Pick up the body and draw me a cold bath" I say to them. I don't care who does what. I just know I want the dead body out of my room and I want to soak myself in cold water.

I turn back in, sit on one of the chairs scattered around the chambers and watch absentmindedly as the maid and guards scurry to obey

"It's ready, my lord. Would you need help, my lord" The maid asks. Her eyes are fixed on the floor and she's fidgeting.

She's human. With the way she was fidgety, I knew she was new. All my servants are used to dead bodies.

"Where's the old chambermaid?" I ask, my voice loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. The scullery maid is shivering now.

It's my favorite handman that replies. I had not even noticed he was in the room.

"You sent her away, my lord" I turn to look at him. He is standing by the door with some of the guards. I give him a long look and he continues.

"You had her killed for dirtying your robe" I watch him swallow hard. He was nervous. I could feel it and it was amusing. He was the closest person to me and I had known him the longest but he was still scared of me.

It's at this point that I remember I had ordered for my ex chambermaid to be killed. I grunt satisfactorily, rise and make my way to the bath.

It's a clear room on the left side of my chambers. I drop the towel on the floor as I get in and walk into the bath.

The water is cold but I don't shiver. I lean on the tub and raise my hands to my face. My arms are covered in fur and there are blood stains on my claws and fur.

I force myself and turn my arms back to their human form. I feel anger at what I'd just done. Emilia didn't deserve to die. She was a sweet soul. I had not killed her on purpose. I could almost see the witch laughing at my face.

I feel so angry with myself for letting it happen again. I remember the first time it happened, I was confused. It was just pure rage and lust. I had not noticed what I'd done

I feel so angry at my past. My mental health is exhausted and I wish to just disappear. I deserve this, the guilt, the torment.

I close my eyes, hold my breath and submerge myself into the water. The noise outside fades away and it feels like I'm all alone.

I raise my bloodied hands and look at them through the water. The water's calmness seeps into me and for a moment, my guilt and torment reduces.

My sight is distorted but I can see the water moving with Emilia's blood and into the water. I feel fascinated by the way the water moves, taking the blood with it and cleaning my bloodied hands. I whisper a small 'RIP' as I let my mind get quiet.

I'm submerged in the water for about fifteen minutes before I hear footsteps. They are soft, almost indecisive. It comes closer to the bath.

" My lord?" It's the maid. Her voice is soft. I sense her confusion and anxiety. I wonder who appointed such a nosey maid to me. Servants are not supposed to be seen or heard. I decided to ignore her.

" My lord," she calls out again and I give up. I raise my head from the water and give her a stern look. She yelps and steps back.

" Get out!" I say angrily, my voice is loud. She scrabbles out of the bath, almost slipping. My hand man appears at the door as she leaves.

" Is there a problem, my lord?" He asks.

" Cut one of the fingers of whoever appointed that maid and get me someone experienced." I say coldly. He nods and leaves right away.