Charles Ridgeway

What you find to be nightmares I see as sweet dreams, screams of agony are my lullaby, the sting of pain is as welcomed as a mother’s gentle touch. I have seen the fires of hell, spoken to He who reins over the condemned souls of the Earth, I have experienced death in more ways than someone like you could ever imagine.

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Beauty and the Beast || Rebecca & Charles

The sun had just began to fall over the land of Athoria, sending forth the dimming rays of light through the trees only to one by one be overpowered by the Hallowed Oak's thick shadows. There were two worlds coexisting underneath the canopy of the dense forest. One of mystics and magic, a welcomed calm that settled on the forest floor like the dying leaves of an oak. This world belonged to those who saw magic in wind and limbs of trees.

But, as the sun falls and the land is plunged into a state of darkness, another world is born. A world with much more ominous tones, harbouring beings that seem to have grown aware and formed from concentrated fears, their teeth sharp and eye's aglow with an evil no mortal had ever bared witness to and lived to tell the tale. Funny, how the lack of one element could turn a world of fantasy into a nightmare. 

Although, there are beasts who find solace in nightmares. Creatures who lust for pain and a contagious fear. Charles was only one of these creatures who loomed in the shadows, preying on the bodies and emotions of lesser species. And although he could not deny his fondness for giving into the primal urges that beckoned him to commit the most heinous of crimes against the innocent, tonight his focus was drawn to one in particular.

A dog.

The phantom strolled by in plain view, carelessly entering the territory of a different and admittedly powerful species. He had never cared for the semantics surrounding the different clans and powers of the country, as long as there was at least one party funding his escapades he didn't mind who held the crown. In fact, the whole idea of demanding respect from a group of equal individuals had always seemed a ridiculous notion. Just animals clawing and biting for the title of alpha in a temporary plane of existence. He would have pitied them if he had the ability.

Growing bored, Charles came to a stop and observed his surrounding. It was a mystery as to why these packs and clans grew so defensive over the land. Nothing but a group of dead and dying sticks marked by the piss of lesser creatures. Disgusting. Glancing up at an ancient tree he smirked and pulled a blade from his side, stabbing the end into the dry bark and deeply carving his name into the wood. Sap bled from the wound, dripping down to coat the leaves of a new sapling that stood defenseless at the feet of the man defiling its mother. 

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Collette & Charles || Paying The Devil To Dance

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It was perhaps, throughout the many years that Collette had graced Athoria & its men with her natural beauty & even more flourishing attitude when it came to how she preferred to be treated amongst males of higher standards, the first real & honest tease that she had ever encountered. & it wasn’t fair, yet it made Collette grin with a girlish smirk of her own in response to Charles’s body pressed seductively inside hers & the her pale skin tingled with the secretion of lust that her urges were so graciously handing to her. It was oddly acceptable, for Charles to be treating her as though she were a simple piece of eye candy & friendly face to have a nice chat with, & it only made Collette want him that much more.

She imagined what it would feel like, to have the dominating man looming overtop of her, rubbing at the places on her body that would make her cry out in sheer delight & fascination; to throw her around a bit & maybe she’d even let him play his own game of torture against flesh that was more than able to take the beatings. Charles was probably perfectly sculpted, with creases against his chest & arms in all the right places, & with a husky voice consumed with his own lust that would breathe against her ear words that were dirty & ravaging.

Well, what else was she supposed to think about at a moment like that?

Collette stayed pressed against the wall even when her desired moved away once more, more or less obviously flustered with her own sadistic & erotic smile grazing perfect lips. Fangs retracted back to their rightful place against her gums & Collette watched as Charles gazed over her handiwork with the tortured in the middle of the room.

“Tyrant? Whatever would give you that impression,” she said sarcastically, hands moving to her dress to tug it back to its rightful place against slender legs. “I’ve given you much work in the past, dear Charles, & I’ve always appreciated both your haste & durability when completing your chosen target. This will be no different, of course, except I don’t care what you do with it. Kill it, torture it, have your way with it, keep it as a slave…I just want it to know its place in this hierarchy of our species & to know that De la Nuit is above them. Eventually I’ll need the message to get back to their leader, one way or another, but its life I do not care about regardless,”

Collette walked forward to her captive, picking up his chin with her finger & gazing through his eyes as if she could see into his soul. “You’ve suffered enough today don’t you think?” & with a blink of an eye, Collette snapped his neck easily, & wiped her palms together nonchalantly. 

“Her name is Rebecca Anske, a warrior of Vargulf,”

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With every word, Charles’ evil grin grew wider and more horrifying. Anything that he wanted. Closing his eyes he began to imagine the wide scope of possibilities, everything from skinning the pelt from this four legged weakling to yanking each sharp tooth from the gum, one by one. He shook in excitement, feeling his hair raise as the chills coursed under his skin. It had been quite a long time since he had been given full control in a job and he intended to make full use of this once in a life time opportunity. This would be an experience that neither Charles nor Rebecca would ever hope to forget. Nodding his head with far too much pleasure, he walked to the far wall of the dungeon and lifted a heavy sickle in his grip. He ran his finger down the sharp curve in a seductive manner, keeping his eyes trained on Collette as the sharp point dug into his finger. 

“Mmm, I love it when you talk business.” A line of bright blood dripped over his rough hand and down his wrist as he slowly stepped forward, “The way you cling to the illusion of control.” Stopping only several feet from his employer he lifted his finger to his lips, tasting the strangely familiar sensation of his own blood on his tongue. “It’s adorable.”

With a flash in his red eyes, Charles turned and drove the sickle through the dead mans waist and out the other side. His hip tore away from the upper half of his body, hanging slack on one end while farther up the cut tendons and muscles fought to support the dead weight. Pinkish intestines slipped out of the open cavity with a sickening squish and hit the stone cold floor to splatter gore at the murderer’s feet. Charles stood back up straight and flicked the weapon, shaking the blood from its edge and onto the exquisite dress and cheek of Collette. 

“It’s a shame you had to kill him, this would have been fun to listen to. Oh well, I suppose I can take my frustration out on your friend Rebecca. I always did have a thing for torturing animals.”

He joked along with Collette but Charles was no fool, a werewolf was not a creature to take lightly. Especially one involved with Vargulf. Dominant pack animals were in tuned with their violent primal side, much as Charles was with his own. This would prove to be a unique experience for him, being brought to challenge a woman who was fully capable of protecting herself. Nothing like the sweet innocence he had grown so fond of. But if there was anything Charles liked more than destroying the pure essence of a young lady it was a woman who could hold her own in a fight. It was what had drawn him to Collette initially what with her fiery attitude and brute strength. But Collette was easily conquered with seduction and his ability to pass right through her if he so desired. It would be interesting to see what surprises this Rebecca Anske would bring his way.

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Collette & Charles || Paying The Devil To Dance

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Those wonderfully erotic & most difficult controlled urges, that even an elder specie of Collette’s stature could struggle with, raced through empty veins of dead blood &, if it were possible, brightened the cheeks of pale skin against her face. She watched with enticed blue eyes, sparkling with a natural lust that secreted easily, as Charles moved about the room in which her hostage remained hanging now almost lifelessly from the ceiling. The phantom was, perhaps, the most gorgeous man she had ever crossed paths with; & that was saying something, having been married in a past life & practically betrothed to Michael for a handful of centuries.

But no, Charles was different in a more seductive way. His shoulders were completely squared & he was tall, with a long torso that Collette only imaged to be a perfect display of how the male body should look. She watched as he moved, the swiftness in his short steps reflecting his experience as a hunter & how the corners of full lips were consistently curled into the most cockiest grin Collette had ever seen. She imaged tracing his jaw with her nail & down a dominant neck, digging at the tender skin there & spilling the tiniest bit of his blood. 

Collette’s skin tingled as she had turned to watch her company & ran her thumb against her own lips, catching her dripping red substance & licking it with a matching red tongue. Men hadn’t exactly been a part of Collette’s plans as of recently, since Calvin in particular, & she had been okay with that. Her committee were bothering her about other affairs in Athoria & De la Nuit’s actions towards them, affairs that needed to be addressed apparently. 

It was mostly about where King Athor had run off too.

Since Asa had conveniently invited Collette to her fighting event (something that Collette knew had an underlying intention when it came to see who was who in Athoria in relation to their matching kindreds), the queen herself was on a newer mission. It involved a specie completely opposite of her own, & one that she hadn’t associated with in about a century.

“Oh I need to be punished, alright,” 

She wished Charles wasn’t so distracting from, like he had noted, the real reason why she had summoned the murderer. His skin alone was inviting to sink threatening teeth into & that smirk of his wasn’t helping to calm the lust that soared through Collette like fire.

“I have something for you to do for me, if you don’t mind. I’ll pay you what I normally do & if you’re lucky, maybe you can get something a little extra afterwards,” Collette leaned her back against the wall & with one finger twirled a delicate piece of blonde around it. “Then you can take your sadistic, dominating, & fascinating release out on me,”

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“Oh. So you are giving me permission, Miss Markham?”

Abandoning his whip to fall carelessly on the floor, Charles’ red eyes trailed over the woman’s body. Taking his time to wander over her curves. Any man who could look over the beauty that stood lustfully before him and feel no attraction to her clearly was not right in his head. With her round hips, tiny waist, and perfectly sculpted breasts her body was comparable to a fictional goddess, not bad for an old woman. And though Collette did not meet his standards when it came to “the perfect woman” he could not deny that he felt some form of lust after her, a sentiment he shared with most men he assumed.

“That takes out half the fun.”

The phantom slowly approached the woman, eyes everywhere but her own, to roughly run his hands up her hips, pulling the skirt of her dress up a bit as he leaned against her. Pushing her back into the wall he wrapped his arms around her waist and forced her against him, his bright red eyes looking deep into her blues with a frightening yet enticing smirk. Only just brushing their lips together he licked what bloody residue had been left over on her lips off of his, digging his nails into her smooth skin. Charles’ grin widened and he merged his cells into hers, taking a step froward as he phased the lower half of his body into the soulless vampire.

“You’ve always wanted me inside of you, haven’t you Collette? Tell me, is it everything you imagined?”

With a light laugh the man took several steps back with a Cheshire grin, slipping his hands in his pockets while he playfully sauntered around the dungeon listening to the melody of tortured screams and cries for mercy. Such a lovely sound. It made him regret not coming to Collette’s play date sooner. Leaning up against the wall behind the dying prisoner, Charles glanced over the open wounds decorating his near mutilated back, nodding in approval.

“Alright, alright. Work before play, you tyrant. So what’s this job? Do I get to kill someone? Torture? Threaten? Your wish is my command milady.”

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Collette & Charles || Paying The Devil To Dance

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“Oh, please do,”

Charles’s body behind her own was not only familiar but something Collette enjoyed in a sadistic & profound sexual way. Regardless of being a queen & playing the snotty part to hundreds of her kin, her own excitement in that manner stemmed mostly around the need to be controlled. It was her internal erotic & sensual urges with those that made her insides leap that caused Collette’s fondness of having an acquaintance like Charles Ridgeway, the murderous & utterly delicious looking phantom, at her beckoning call to be praised.

Of course, his arrival to make an appearance after being summoned was generally on his terms, but he always showed, nonetheless. They all usually did.

Within the second Collette had turned against his light touch, shoved the phantom back against the far wall & wrapped delicate fingers around his stern neck. Crimson from her tortured mortal dripped from still exposed fangs & shining blue eyes blinked up at Charles’s reds with admiration.

“It’s good to see you too, finally,” she mused in a playful manner, her other hand swiftly twirling the pieces of dark hair against the side of his head. Charles had always fascinated Collette. Even when the man was just a human & was leaving his killings all over Athoria without a care in the world as to what he had become before lucifer even gave him another chance at life, Collette was a secret admirer. In a way it had always been nice discovering that it was not just the supernaturals of the earth that had ridiculous tendencies to kill mercilessly, & it was also amusing to watch the humans of her country become flustered at the fact that the killer had been just a man. 

Regardless, befriending the handsome murderer was something Collette would not regret. & his handiwork since becoming a phantom only allowed him to partake in his sadistic urges with even more means of entertainment.

“I love how you stay so handsome. Can’t I just keep you in my pocket for the rest of my glorious immortal life?” Collette grinned, lips finding their way overtop of his, hovering gently. Their relationship had always been something to cherish; it was interesting in its own distinct way, & Collette knew that if only the phantom were of her specie she’d be head over heels for the murderer. Unfortunately, his lack of a matching pair of fangs left a fine barrier towards her urges for him in the longer sense, & what remained was a very respected, & yearning, friendship. ”Come on, don’t tease a girl,”

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A light grin played over Charles’ lips as the vampire forced him back against the wall. To some, being in a position where a fanged beast loomed hungrily over ones body would have been cause for concern. Collette’s haunting blue eyes and blood stained lips might have frightened the mortals and minions of Athoria but to Charles this woman was no more threat than a delicate flower standing in the path of a great storm. Having a female in any high standing position, especially one that called for commanding orders, was a laughable matter to the sexist phantom who saw woman more as property and a way to release his physical and sexual frustrations. Though if there had been any member of this inferior gender to gain the slightest amount of respect from the incredibly biased and egotistical phantom, it had been Collette.

With the uptight and always prideful queen prancing around as if she owned the country, Charles’ made it a point to knock her down a peg every chance that he saw. Not only was this a way to assert his own dominance but anything that he could do to irritate or taunt the woman brought him a little too much pleasure. His antics always brought out the worst in the woman and pushing her to her breaking point gave him a great sense of achievement. Though this task was never easily accomplished. Her will power had proven exceptional in comparison to that of his most recent would be employer, the thought alone generating a light chuckle.

Charles leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips against hers. Eyes of red closed and his lips softly caressed their way over her smooth cheek as he went to whisper breathlessly against her ear. “Tease you? Why, whatever do you mean Collette?”

Dramatically shrugging his shoulders as if he had no idea what she was referring to, the phantom released himself from her grasp and began to mindlessly inspect one of the metallic torture devices. His way of feeding into the illusion that he had zero interest in the vampire, it was all part of this strange game they had created so long ago. Unfortunately for her, he knew that she was enthralled by him and promptly used such knowledge to torture the desperate woman. Knowing that she was only one command away from dropping to her knees to beg. After all, who could possibly resist such a god like specimen? 

“I’m assuming that you’ve called me for something more than to simply bask in the glow of my good looks and charming personality.”

The phantom turned to the self proclaimed leader and ran the length of the whip through his hands with an evil grin, cracking it against the metal device he had been inspecting only moments prior. “Or does her royal highness simply need to be punished?” 

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Collette & Charles || Paying The Devil To Dance

“Oh stop your screaming, it is very unappealing,”

Collette’s dungeons were thriving with the latest batch of miniature master minds that sought it necessary to attempt to smuggle & trick their way through paying necessary funds to both her various amounts of contacts around Athoria & direct members of De la Nuit. Protection of the sorts was needed for the mortal criminals in Athoria that made their own profits by stealing or robbing the wealthier establishments, & Collette had no problem in the aid of that if she received a turnover of some sort. Besides, the King was not exactly handing out jobs at the castle to mere peasents in the smaller & poorer parts of the cities, & he especially did not seem keen on aiding anytime soon. 

It was infuriating in a sense but Collette was easy to set those thoughts of human problems aside. One man in particular had attempted to organize a small raid on Collette’s own kin, the ones that would have collected the funds after the robbers had had their fun. It was silly of them, of course, thinking that they would be fighting against simple mortals such as themselves. They were gravely mistaken.

The whip in which Collette snapped angrily across a shirtless man dangling by his wrists from the ceiling of the dungeons in the back of her manor cried throughout the stone walls. Her dungeons were decently disturbing, hiding many feet under the ground & dripped with a malice that only Collette’s sadistic side was able to handle at times. She enjoyed a good torture like most vampires would if they were in tune with a more animalistic side of them & welcomed the dominance the queen of vampires was able to emit by just the simplest touch of a leather strap against flesh.

Wearing a fine evening gown of dark emerald with the front cut so low that it was almost impossible to not catch a glance of Collette’s gifted asets, & with her blonde mane resting in waves against her shoulders that cascaded down her back, tickling the skin where her dress did not cover, she encircled the bloodied man. His mortal blood seeped through her very pores, teasing at a sensitive side of her specie that, at times, was unable to control the monstrous urge to gulp down the liquid of such a human without precision or class. On lips that were painted ruby red rested a coy smile, curled upward on the right side causing the dimple in her cheek to show. 

Collette stopped in front of the man, tracing a fingernail down the front of his chest & catching his gaze with a seductive flash of icy blue eyes.

“That’s much better. Silence is a virtue, after all. Besides, it only turns me on when you are making all of that noise,”

Collette brought the whip back & crashed it upon his face with more force than any human could have mustered, once then twice in the same spot until a large piece of his skin ripped from his jaw. The man cried again as blood poured from the small wound. She huffed, disappointed that her prisoner was such a bore. 

“You know, the others you were working with are already dead. You might as well try to entertain me a little before you receive the same fate,”

Fangs dropped from Collette’s gums & the eyes that went wide against his face was priceless to a queen. She pushed back his head to expose his neck, pale fingers tracing down his neck, over the throbbing vein that rested underneath of breakable skin. It pulsated visibly through the flesh, unsteady & drinkable.

“Pity, you were sort of handsome,” she said with a genuinely fake & sarcastic frown, only to be replaced seconds later with an extremely hungry & vengeful grin. The man shouted something & attempted to flail about, yet Collette was already diving in for a delicious taste.

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With one hand hidden in his pocket and the other trailing along against the rough interior of the cave like passage, Charles whistled out the tune to a child’s rhyme. His unique voice bounced back and forth through the hall, echoing strangely with an ominous tone. A horrific sight for anyone to behold in such a dismal area, even more so considering where it was he was headed. His steps were confident in the dark passage, easily gliding over loose footholds and rocks set out to trip those who did not mind their step. Red eyes stared straight ahead into the darkness, not bothering to search the ground ahead of him for he had traveled the path often enough to know his way around the troublesome little obstacles.

A tortured scream rang out in the distance, the residual cry escaping through the tunnels and passed the mans ear. Stopping in mid whistle, Charles halted his movements and tilted his head to better hear the fading sounds of the pained man. A terrifying grin parted his lips, revealing his white teeth which snapped together in play at the transfixing noise. With a new found bounce in his step, Charles practically skipped through the tunnels. His foot falls carelessly splashing into puddles formed from the dripping stone walls as he found his way to the center of of De La Nuit’s dungeons. He stood in the middle of the tall room, allowing his eyelids to flutter closed at the hypnotic sounds of pain and fear which wafted in through the wide network of halls that led off even deeper into the earth. Each hall  led the way to metal cells and screaming prisoners, each crying out in fear, hunger, and pain. 

Such a beautiful sound. Charles tilted his head back and listened to the symphony of torture. Each scream and moan a contributing note to the orchestra that played in the mind of the disturbed man. He wore the smile of a school boy, enjoying the not so subtle scent of blood, death, and destruction. Shaking his head with a pleasant sigh, Charles pulled himself back to his current mission and phased through the east wall. He traveled easily through the different cells and chambers of torture until he found that woman he had been searching for. His eyes trailed over her well defined back as she swung her instrument of torture across the face of what Charles saw to be a lucky man. The phantom licked his lips, feeling the chills of her victims screams flow through him and shuddered.

Collette was always stunning, especially when provoked into a state of anger or vengeance. Whenever Charles brought about a frown or scowl on her pretty little face it filled the man with satisfaction and intrigue, for he knew just what the woman was capable of and in Charles’ sick mind what should have registered as fear or self preservation brought up quite a different emotion. Lust, excitement, interesting arrays of feeling from from guilt or the dreaded boredom that taunted him ever so often. The phantom smirked and watched as the “classy” female gave into her blood lust, sinking her fangs sloppily into the neck of the squirming waste and greedily lapping up the nourishing crimson. Charles rolled his eyes at the woman with the smirk still in place and brought himself to stand just behind her, leaning his tall body over her to whisper into her ear while grabbing the whip from her hands.

“I thought I might find you here.”

Cracking the whip at his side Charles trailed the heavy material up Collette’s hip, roughly following the curves of her body.

“How about I teach you how to use this properly?” He spoke with a deep harsh voice, more of a command than an actual question. 

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