Claude still had the conviction to see her again soon, to find her one day, and when he does, he won't let her go. He will hold her tight forever so that she will never be lost and no one will ever tear her away from him.
He still remembered their first meeting. He then remembered how they had seen each other again in his dreams and how he had lived a life full of torment because of her, a life where he only hoped for one thing: that she would go away.
He had been remarkable in hypocrisy because when he decided to let go he understood one thing, she was so precious to him that he gave in and showed her how much he wanted her. He told her and fuck her so much that day, continuing until the dawn of a new day. It was so intense and every time he thinks about it, his body is on fire and his senses are awakened.
He wanted so much to relive these moments.
He had mistakenly thought that he would never lose her, he had been so sure of it that it had become obvious. He thought he would have her forever. He thought that he could one day call her his own and be able to hold her and kiss her in front of everyone anywhere without caring what anyone thought. Introduce her as his wife, enjoy a fulfilling life as a couple with her, and finally start a real family.
But he guesses it was all just a wild dream. He insulted and denigrated, and he lost her. He knew her nature, he knew what she wanted and what she expected of him, but he hadn't met her expectations, even going so far as to tell her what he didn't think… he had shouted that the feelings he felt for her weren't real, he wanted to break her so much that he became heartless. He had not heard the pain in the bottom of her voice when she had spoken to him about manipulation, she had given him what he wanted to hear, what he believed, and had decided to let him think that he was right, thus taking on the villain's cap...
He would have wanted so much to close his big mouth at that moment so that this bullshit he had told remained in his damn mind but no, he had decided to hurt her and he had done it. He hurted her more than reason, and chased her away from him.
He had let her slip through his fingers and couldn't do anything about it...he had lost her and now after more than twenty days without hearing from her, he finally took the full measure of his actions...he had been a complete asshole and now he suffers knowing she suffers more.
He was sitting on his desk, his hands over his face as he stared at the table. He gritted his teeth and choked back a sob… he had already cried her absence too much, and now he has to apologize.
" Please forgive me. Please come back to me, Christal."
She had told him a month… it was her word so why the hell hadn't she come back yet? Was this his punishment? Had he pushed her so much that she got fed up and decided never to come back to him again? She had lied to him?
No, it's not possible. Even if she was a demon, a being of deceitful and manipulative nature, Christal was not like that... No, his Christal was a woman with principles, she would not lie to him not...never, something must have happened to her, he has to know.
Eléonore had stayed in her room for a long time, not going out since Claude had pushed her away. She had tried not to be hurt, convincing herself that she was used to it, that she knew it full well, and that it shouldn't hurt her. But convincing herself was much more complicated when she remembered that the man she loves, and incidentally her husband felt nothing but indifference for her. Even their children had not been enough to bring them closer together. On the contrary, it was more than obvious that children or not he had and will never have anything to do with her…
She wanted to think about the fact that only children would matter to her from now on, that she didn't need anything else even if her husband rejected her. But when she thought about the fact that Claude loved another one and that she was just a surrogate mother in this house, this woman being able to take what she wants from her, she understood that even for her sons, she no longer wanted to bear it.
Claude would have to choose between her and this woman. She knew she wouldn't weigh heavily on the scales so she had decided to put her children on her side. Claude will have to choose between living with this whore or losing his sons...even if he was a big asshole, he would never choose a pussy by his blood...never.
She left her room determined to make her voice heard by her despicable husband and despite the deplorable state in which she was, she went to find her husband in his room not even bothering to knock when she found him about to change his clothes...
He didn't look at her long before looking away from her, focused now on the buttons of his shirt. He looked worried for an unknown reason and forgetting the reason for which she had come, she asked another question.
" My dear, are you going somewhere?"
" What do you want?"
She flinched at his tone and looked down.
" I wanted to know... where you are going."
" Is this stupid reason which brought you here or did you lose track after seeing me?"
He indirectly called her an idiot but she didn't want to argue.
" Well, I wanted to tell you that I intend to leave with the children if your attitude toward us does not change."
" Is it a threat?"
She shrunk on herself but did not weaken.
" I want you to become a good husband and a good father for Karl and Edward."
" Well... I would be."
Eléonore's face lit up but looking closely at Claude's face, she thought herself that he was much too cold for her to be convinced.
" I will be a good husband...I will take Christal as my wife and I know that thanks to her, I will be a good father because family life will seem more sweet and pleasant to me."
Eléonore was dumbfounded, her body cooling, she had heard wrong, hadn't she? This damn bitch again...he was planning to marry her, and what about her?
" And me??? What do you intend to do with me?"
" A divorce."
" I refuse... or else I'm leaving with my children I…"
" You'd better not provoke me…"
Eléonore trembled when she saw Claude's eyes turn from black to red and his fangs grow.
" What are you? You are not my husband, you look...evil"
Claude flinched at the sensations in his body and ran in front of the large mirror in his bedroom noticing his eyes and the fangs...
He and Christal got together and she turned him into a demon? He couldn't believe it...so this fever and his so painful body were the effects of his transformation? Shit he needs to calm down, calm down, and go get his wife.
" GOOD…"
" How is it…"
" Eléonore, I will advise you not to behave childishly. I will ask for a divorce, and for your safety please leave my sons."
The threat in his voice knocked Eleanor to the ground as Claude walked out taking his sword with him. He had a bad feeling for a few days since the date on which Christal was to return had passed but she still wasn't there...something really serious must have happened to her.
" I'm going, we'll see each other when I get back, then try to stay calm without doing anything Until I get back, understood?"
" Who are you? What is your nature? You are not a normal human."
" It seems true"
Claude smiled, he had become like her, like the woman he loves and desires so much.
He left the room and ran towards the stables to recover his horse; deciding to defy the ban and above all, risking himself in the place of all fears: the evil forest of nightmares.
He knew that she was there . He knew that she must wait for him there otherwise he wouldn't feel so much pain in his chest… his demoness needed him.