• "First lesson: title," the stranger wispered in my ear, "you will address me as Lord Domonic; and nothing less is expected." Domonic seemed to take pleasure in my suffering almost more than his thirst for blood.

    "I will do nothing of the sort," I cried past the pale hand on my throat. Domonic smiled as he backhanded me nonchalantly. I winced as my head hit the wooden planks of the floor.

    "I would hait to hurt you anymore then nessicary Catherine, just apologize and spare the agony," he said softly.

    "I am sorry Lord Domonic," I mumbled, "there are you happy you monster."

    "Yes Catherine, for now," Domonic mocked triumphantly. When I tried to get up I screamed as I received a parting kick in my side, from Domonic's steel toed boot. The air was forced from me as I blacked out for the night.

    I awoke in my bedroom the next day in sweat.... "Was it all just a horrible dream?" I pondered the though.

    "No," a familiar voice rang. I turned only to see Domonic fly towards me from the shadows of my closet...