Moonlight shone down upon the Rayne family mansion as the town car made its way up the winding drive, crunching along the gravel, its windows reflecting the faint gas lighting that lit the way up to the ancient stone empire. Stone steps lead the way towards the imposing maple wood doors, a lone female figure stood in the doorway, her older form clad in a simple black satin gown, layered in a crystal lined slip, black satin gloves clasped together in front of her, red lips pursed in a thin line, her eyes watching the younger woman stepping out of the car. Stepping aside the Rayne Mistress raised her hand and lead the way inside, no greeting or words shared between them, the woman in front of her shifted her weight on two feet as her heavily pregnant form settled into a velvet lined chair.
Smoke filled the room as the tall man by the fire sucked on the elegantly carved Ivory pipe, his arm rested on the stone structure that dominated the small library, fire nestling inside the structure its sweet smoke swirling up the hidden chimney. “Thomas our guest has arrived” the older woman sat in the opposite chair to Surreal, her long legs tucked neatly underneath her as she looked up to her husband for guidance. Thomas Rayne the epitome of culture and style to his peers and death to his enemies, he was a renowned and well to do businessman with fingers in every pot, but underneath all that lay a powerful being that could control powers few could. Adjusting his red velvet smoking jacket the dignified man turned to face the woman across from him “I am well aware that our guest has arrived Martha, what I fail to see is why you are still in this room” his eyes hard and cold barely graced his wife as she rose, ever the dutiful maiden her pain concealed beneath an air of dignity “Of course my lord” pursing her lips she grazed her eyes over the woman sitting, Surreal ignoring the woman focused only on the power of the Rayne household as he walked to close the door on his retreating wife’s back.
Stepping across the thousand dollar a metre carpet to the bar “I would offer you a drink Mistress SaDiablo but of course in the condition you are in, you should not” pouring himself a crystal goblet of the finest whiskey money could buy he sipped it as he watched her “I trust your condition is going as it should” a slight nod from the woman raising a rare smile from him “excellent” sitting across from her he reached inside his jacket and removed a large envelope and slid it across the marble table separating them “your last instalment” lounging back into his high backed chair he twirled the dark liquor around in the glass as he watched the rare beauty across from him, her body soft and nubile he had thought of their encounter often, a rare stirring in his loins at the distant memory of their one night together a night that had resulted in her current condition. They had taken years to find the right woman to carry the child of their destiny, once he realized his pitiful wife was unable to carry he had forced her to watch as he went through concubine after concubine trying to find a woman strong enough to bare a child of a Fundamentalist, only to stumble across the young warrior woman through an acquaintance of his Jean LeBeau, she was at the time a creature of his creation one of the most powerful warriors in China she had been recruited to train Jeans League of Assassins. Thomas had fallen in love with her the moment he saw her, her long body and jet black hair swinging as she battled another opponent, her body like liquid he had been aroused beyond any desire he had ever encountered, this was his mothers child, this was his Jade beauty. Months he had courted her only to find his advances were deflected, she ignored every offer of romance until finally he had convinced Jean to assist him in creating a contract of surrogacy, Surreal had no love or passion for him, he knew but she was in need of financial assistance to build her own empire and he was more than happy to pay anything she desired. The cost of bringing his child into the world exceeded anything that he had ever spent, she was a hard businesswoman and a shrewd barterer, their deal sealed with the final agreement and one night, if no child came from that night she was still to be paid, he cared not, his child was a secondary desire to that of possessing the woman he had watched for so long.
Stirring from his reverie, he watched as his jade beauty raised a strong arm to place the money inside the long red cloak she wore “I have a further condition on our agreement Lord Rayne” her voice was strong, power behind it as she continued “When the child is of an appropriate age you will bring it to me for training” her eyes locked with his as anger brewed in the room, almost palpable, she made no request her statement was pure fact. “We had an agreement Surreal” his voice just as strong, dropping all pleasantries as he continued “you may not alter them at whim” pulling herself up from the seat Surreal moved to the door, Thomas raised and grabbed her arm, within seconds he was on the floor her heeled boot at his throat as his powers began to spark around the room, pushing her boot harder into his neck he gasped slightly “You will not harm me Thomas, I carry your unborn son” stepping off of him she made her way to the doors and exited quietly passing his harried wife as she ran to address the noise from the room, sneering at Surreal as she passed Martha hissed “Don’t you dare harm our child whore” Surreal ignored the woman and stepped out the front door, silently shutting the door behind her and exiting into the town car. Martha dashed as quickly as was dignified into the small room to find her husband standing, the room palpable with the withdrawn use of his powers “Husband?..” she called out quietly his stiff back and hands gripping the edge of the fire place as he pulled himself together “leave me” he breathed as he heard the glass door shut carefully with her absence. Breathing hard he slammed the crystal glass into the fireplace the residual liquor blasting the flames “I will kill her” he muttered to the mirror above the ledge, his fantasies beginning to twist to the idea of ringing the woman’s neck as she lay beneath him once again. He was impotent and he despised it, that creature had all the power and soon enough so would he, he only needed to wait another month and he would have his child "son" she had said, the word forcing a smile to his hard face "Son" he said out loud to the empty room as the air around him began to calm.
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