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Hecate sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. She was getting confused now. Did he want her or not? Was he serious about how he was feeling or just teasing her again. Hecate just held onto him tightly trying to ignore what her urges were telling her. "Cal do you really want me or are you playing still." For some reason she was shy to ask.

Hecate blushed like crazy. "You were trying?" She always thought he was only playing with her because whenever he got serious he stopped. Now she was relieved that she finally knew how he was feeling. "I'm sorry if it seems if I'm not interested in you sexually it's just everytime it comes up it's a bad time or someone interupts me. She kissed along the side of his face and nipped at his ear. "I also have to be careful that I don't kill you during it. If I get to excited I lose my senses and I could start getting too bloodthirsty. I've killed many men who weren't strong enough to handle it."

Hecate was hurt by his last comment. She quickly got off of his and sat far away from him. He was right though. She was just too dangerous for him to handle. Shame showed all over her face. "The reason I care for human so much is because they have what I don't... They have the freedom to do whatever they want. Unlike me I have to be careful before I do anything. I can't show emotions and I can't love anyone without hurting someone else..." She walked away from him. " I can't control the monster I really am."

She smiled but it was weak. "I know you probably didn't mean it Cal...but you're right..." Stares down at her hands. "What kind of person can kill there loved one's without them realizing it? I can't do anything without messing it up." Rage runs through her. Thoughts of her father run in her mind again. Grits her teeth. "Why the ******** did you make me like this?!" Runs to a nearby wall and punches a large hole throught it. Charges at another. "This is your fault! Why did you ******** me up like this?!" Falls to her knees and cries hard. Having a breakdown.

She wiped her face and looked up at him. Depression showed in her eyes. "He did everything..." Her voice kind of trailed off and was getting lost in the thoughts of him. She was debating whether or not to talk about him with Cal. "He took control of everything I thought was mine. My mind...heart...soul...and body." Not sure how to tell him. "My father was my master. He was the one who made me a slave."

"My father was a very powerful yet strange man. He had a child with his daughter which ended up being me. So he is also my grandfather. He was very protective of me when I was growing up. Especially after I was raped by my uncle as a child. Over the years he got obessed with me. He grew tired of my mother and he wanted me." Turns to him. "So then my mother hates me also. " Sighs loudly. "He made me his servant at an early age and used me in many ways then one." Ashamed to talk about it. Sees his scars and pulls him over. gently grabs his arm and kisses along them.

Cal was disgusted....He hated people like that. It was sick...He actually pulled away from her, almost not wanting her pity..After what happened to her, his father seemed like nothing. Cal had just been abused...Okay more than abused by his father..But he wasn't looking for pity...Cal covered his arm with his sleeve, not wanting to see the marks. The marks had been left by countless things..Hot irons, knives, fists, needles pulled through his skin so it would bleed, the thinnest metals pulled through his skin and muscle, even the burning edges of cigars...It disgusted him that he hadn't fought back until he was sixteen...He never was not wearing long sleeves that went all the way down to his knuckles at least..He hated seeing what he could've stopped...Cal turned back to Hecate.."I'm sorry he did that to you.."He said genuinely.