An Empress' Heartache

"Your presence is always such a delight, dear Donielle." March said as he kissed the back of her hand. Donielle smiled with pride as she looked towards her Mentor. She felt so fortunate to have come across this fine Hotel in her mortal dalliances. She would be forever grateful to the Serial Killer who took her under his wing. She had learned so much from the lost soul. Surprising really, that such a man could do so after her time in Hell. But he knew things of mortal bodies that she did not when she first was born into a body. Gifted to her beloved parents, Vandella and Abbadon. Truth be told, James Patrick March had been her first great love. Donielle had come to him shortly after his sweet Countess had left the world. Leaving him alone in the palace he had built for her. Unable to move on. But Donielle had captured his attention upon her entrance. Her black soul. Her innocent eyes. The face of an Angel hiding the soul of hellish intentions. They bonded quickly over cognac and absinthe. March taught her about mortal bodies. Where to cut to make death quick. Where to cut so the bleeding was slow. Which organ to remove while the victim still lived. How to break a bone. Shoot a gun and the best way to dispose of remains.

Her own Carnival tricks and traps were modeled and crafted under his guidance and wisdom. An extension of his Murder Palace. "Let me bring you home, James. I can capture you a beautiful body and you can join me in my Carnival." Donielle asked sweetly as she trailed her fingertips along his jaw line, the fine line of his mouth. He smiled as he always did. "My sweet girl.....As much as your idea intrigues me, I am afraid I must decline. You know as well as I do, that the Cortez needs its Captain and I am bound to it." He said as Donielle pouted. He drew a fingertip along her bottom lip. "Seeing your face once a month and hearing of the beautiful hell you are making in the world is enough to pleasure me." He said before he slid from their bed, his naked form making Donielle tilt her head to appreciate the sight of it. "But......think of how much better it would be for you to join me. At my side. To taste the blood along side of our tongues together. With my family ties, we could easily remove the hold on your soul in this place and we can rule the Carnival together." She said stubbornly.

He smirked as he turned towards her and ran a hand down her arm. "I dream of it often, my love. But the risk of being in another body....losing my mind is not a price I would ask you to risk for me. What good would it do to live again if I forgot who I am? If you lost the black soul you see before you?" He said logically and Donielle growled, knowing he had a point. She laid back on the bed, her porcelain flesh matching the sheets on her bed. "I suppose you have a point. Come back to bed, March.....lay beside me a bit longer." She pleaded softly. He smiled as he moved back to lay at her side, his slender form leaning up to brush his fingers across her cheek as she closed her eyes to sleep. For she knew when she woke, her precious March would be gone from her bed. And it would be time to go home to the Carnival she called home.