(Cafune)<br/><br/>The closet doors were pushed open wide, exposing the walk in area which was surrounded by multiple different style clothes, at the very back sat a vanity mirror and desk which turned into more of a dresser filled with undergarments and socks. Ms. Elsworth was to take full credit for remodeling of her room, but at the back of his mind, Judas knew that he was the one enforcing the rules upon Ms. Elsworth to set things up specifically.<br/><br/>Judas' tongue skimmed across his bottom lip whilst turning on his heel to look at Justine still sitting at her bed. Her towel was beginning to ride low upon her shoulders, curving against her defined collarbone. Goosebumps began forming along her skin, but they were only evident when she had gotten up, neglecting to bring her towel along. Her figure in the tub was something that Judas was unable to see through the army of bubbles, but now, as she stood before him in all her nude glory, he could feel his harsh gaze ride down her shoulders, past her chest and along the waves of her hips down to her feet. He could sense something a bit different in her, she was more obedient now, and part of him wondered if that was his fault or maybe she was smarter than he'd thought.<br/><br/>Her back was to him by the time she made it to his side, arms hugging herself to keep warm. Judas blinked and memories began flooding his vision.<br/><br/><i>It was summer. The sun rose high up in the sky, beaming the brightest that he could ever remember the sun shining. There was a fair in the town in which he was born, at the age of five years old, Judas had finally begun morphing into the man that he was today. With his mothers hand holding his own, nothing in the world could tarnish such a memory. Except for his father - Odius. The demon King whom possessed Judas' mothers true husband. He took advantage of another's lover in order to create his biggest experiment. Judas himself.</i><br/><br/><i>People surrounded Judas and his mother, laughing, talking, eating and riding every machine there was to explore. His mother was paying for Judas' favorite snack at the time. Fair fries, fresh from the fryer. As the two stood at the front of the small line, Judas' attention was caught by something shining in the distance. One turn of Judas' head showed that there was a man standing there. His eyes were the thing shining in his direction, scrutinizing him with wonderment. He gestured for Judas to come close, but it wasn't Judas that was in control as his legs began carrying him towards the strange man.</i><br/><br/><i>Screams filled the air when Judas' mother found him crying his eyes out, blood spewing from his arm. His eyes were black, but the tears still flowed down his face, causing his eyes to grow puffy. As for his mother, she was horrified. She had given birth to a monster, she picked up her son for the last time, rushing him to the car where they went out of control due to an "animal" in the road. She died that evening and Judas was taken from the back of the car, never to see the sun again.</i><br/><br/>Falling out of his reverie, Judas' gaze was found still on Justine, but he grew stiff the moment her bare body brushed along his. She must have noticed it too by the way it made her jump. If one looked close enough, they would have caught the amusement that flickered in his stormy eyes.<br/><br/>Once she picked out a dress and slipped it on, she returned to her bed without another word. Judas couldn't stop himself from following her. He could smell the difference in her actions, the emotions behind them. What was once fear and hatred was now something different, but not by much.<br/><br/>He stopped at the edge of her bed, his eyes flickering up and down her body. He felt himself darken at the thought of her adjusting to him. That wasn't the plan, that wasn't what he wanted out her, he wanted her to fear him, to hate him with every fiber in her being and to not want to look at him without feeling sick to her stomach. He wanted her to despise him, but it almost seemed that he... intrigued her.<br/><br/>"What are you doing?" he questioned her, his irritation getting the best of him. He was referring to her folding up her towel and getting comfortable. He wanted to scream at her for being so okay, but he wasn't sure if he was screaming at himself or Justine.<br/><br/>With pursed lips, Judas grabbed the towel from her, throwing it across the room. His eyes glared daggers at her and in seconds he was leaning over her, pinning her arms up above her head by her wrists as his knee balanced on the edge of the bed. His face was inches from hers now and his eyes burned into her own with a sense of frustration behind them. He wanted to slap her, or choke her, or maybe even kill her, his hands tightened around her wrists as his eyes searched her face for something. Anything. One hand began sliding down her arm, dropping down on her face, grabbing it firmly. His lips could have brushed her own now. He could feel her breath, but he could also feel her heart.<br/><br/>"Just because you're not dead yet, doesn't mean you won't be. Don't get comfortable here." he snapped, but his voice was low as a whisper. Breathing heavily, Judas let go of her and stood up, raking his fingers through is platinum blonde strands, as though it would take away the stress induced.<br/><br/>With that, Judas started for the door. Opening it up, he didn't bother looking at her one last time before he escaped into the darkness of the halls. He had a ceremony to begin and demons to host. Tonight was a big night. It was the feast after-all.