126. Pere Lachaise

126. Pere Lachaise
We stood at the gates of Pere Lachaise, now was the time. This would be it, the first of the many blood relics.  “Come on” I told Teddy. “So how are you going to find the artifact?” He asked, I turned and stared at him. “Just follow and if I need help, I will ask.” I said, there was no reason I needed to explain it to him.  

In truth I didn’t want him to be here while I performed blood ritual. It was always so dark, and it was not something I was necessarily proud of. If it turned out I couldn’t find the dam thing, then he wouldn’t even need to witness it. I only needed him to come because of what happened last time I did a large ritual and the fall out. I couldn’t risk that happening here in another country.  

Though if I did find the dark relic, I would need to go get some things. It was a bloody ritual to destroy that kind of power and it was going to be nasty. Teddy and I weaved through the mausoleums. The place was hauntingly beautiful. “Is there some kind of directory?” I knew some cemeteries had those, and I would need them.

I was looking for a specific grave, one that belonged to Malachar’s family, before he was the monster that he was currently. The Draycot estate had journals filled with research on him and his family. As we could not locate the directory, it seemed the best idea was to spilt up. “Just look for the family name Macara”. I told him and both of us separated.  

I looked over every carved name I could find but none of them were what I was looking for. “Beatrix.” I startled a little, and a snarl came from me, surprising me. I turned to see a smirking Teddy. “I found it near the back” he said, with a nod and he began to lead the way. “So, want to tell me what you know?” He asked. “Not really” Suddenly Teddy stopped walking and turned to face me.  

“What the hell is your problem Beatrix?” He snapped; I just stood there not knowing why we were even in disagreement. “You act all needy and like you, God forbid, like me or something. Then you get all snippy and are snaping at me. Want to tell me what crawled up your ass and died, because last time I checked you were enjoying being my fucking wife.” My eye twitched a little bit.  

Seriously, he wanted to have a little spat here, around the dead? “Teddy, I didn’t choose to be your wife, if you haven’t forgotten. I also didn’t particularly want to be working with your evil high lord among other shit I am doing. Or how about bringing a human here as if they were cattle so excuse me for not being super chipper or in a good mood about having to practice a ritual that if done wrong will decimate this whole fucking city. Get the fuck over yourself.”  

I pushed past him, hitting his shoulder as I moved away. He again stopped me “Okay we went over the cattle thing and how humans are threats. So, you know that is a moot point and you can’t seriously be concerned about the city of Paris?” He asked. But he wasn’t done “You have killed more than a city's worth of people already.” I went to slap him, like I didn’t know that. How dare he bring it up.  

Teddy grabbed my wrist. “You don’t need to be a dick all the time you know.” I snapped, I knew I was just worked up about what would happen if I did find the relic. I didn’t want to perform that kind of blood magic again, and it made me twist. The last one to restore the land was extremely dark. The protection ward was gross too but at least at the manor I used animals, not humans, and that was a little better. This would be disgusting, and I was dreading it.  

More so, what would it do to me? I already had black on the tips of my fingers. The fear of what I would look like after this was a big concern. I didn’t want to end up like Malachar poisoned by the darkness. “You only act like a complete bitch when you're scared so what is scaring you, tell me Beatrix.” Teddy snapped at me.
He still had his hand on my wrist. I was too proud to tell him though, too proud to tell him that I was worried what I would look like after this, or after I killed Malachar. “Just drop it,” I snapped. I tried to jerk my arm back, but he wouldn’t let me go, instead I lunged and bit his shoulder which seemed to have the opposite effect. 

His whole body moved, and his hand slid down to grab my hips, grabbing them and shoving me into the closest mausoleum. His hands went under my black dress and where on me. I didn’t unlatch my mouth from his shoulder but now instead of aggression, need filled me. My core throbbed for him.  

I felt desperate and my hands were instinctively going for his pants; I wanted Teddy inside me. “You are drenched for me, love.” My body shuddered at the dark tone Teddy used, and then I felt the cool breeze on my bare legs. He had lifted my dress, exposing me. My legs wrapped around his strong frame, and he was thrusting into me.  

I let my fingers skim his wings while continuing to drink from him as he thrust into me. I was becoming enthralled in the lust and blood, but when Teddy bit me back, Euphoria flooded me. We both were becoming more animalistic; the thrust was erratic, and adding blood into the mix was exhilarating. I felt my body ripped from him. “Beatrix” Teddy shook me.  

I was confused about what happened? “You good?” He asked but I was confused why he had shoved me off of him. “I don’t get it why did we stop?” I felt discombobulated, I could feel his cum leaking from me, he had enjoyed himself so why would he push me away? “You were, well it was just a lot of blood.” I nodded, seeing where he was going with this. I was becoming more animal; the fear creeped back of what I would be when this was all over.  

“Anyways here is the crypt.” He said, it was clear he was trying to distract me from the realization of my own actions.  I let him, I knew it was better to just move forwards, I had to end this, my body and soul was already dammed. I turned around and there it was the family name etched on the top of the black stone “Macara”. Dread filled me with what I would have to do next.