Till Death Do Us Part

Author\'s Note: Okay, people, what to say? This is my first story ever published on a site, and I hope you like it. Also, if the thought of a thirty-something-year-old man being with a thirteen-year-old bothers you, then LEAVE!

Disclaimer: Everything in this story is my own and is copyrighted to me!

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~Prologue~

Caecelija was only thirteen, but she wasn\'t stupid. She knew getting involved with a man more than twice her age was wrong, but of course the young girl believed that love knew neither age nor gender. She knew that pedophiles existed in the world and that their prey consisted of innocent virgins like herself. She had asked herself many times, if this was the case, then what was so special about Luther? She wasn\'t sure of the reasons, but she felt she could trust him.

“Sweetling, you look troubled,” Luther said with a worried tone in voice.

“Huh?” Caecelija said looking up from her coffee mug. \"Oh, don\'t worry. It\'s nothing.”

\"You look distracted. Tell me what you\'re thinking about,\" he said as he reached across the table to place her small hand in the palm of his own. He could feel it in her hands and body language that she was strangely tense.

“We’re so different,” She murmured while absently clutching her mug, filled to the brim with sugar-saturated tea. Her gaze though intent, wavered occasionally from the man’s worried face. She glanced slightly at his mug, filled with black and undiluted coffee. It had always been too bitter for her taste, but she always tried a sip. She tried hopelessly to understand the emotional mélange of her longing for the creature seated across the table.

Luther’s eyes darted from his coffee mug, to hers, and back again. Yes, he seemed to understand her inner turmoil. He smirked, releasing Caecelija’s hand to brush aside a lock of his saffron hair.

“Does it really bother you that much, Ceci?” He asked. “What if I just stopped now, and disappeared forever? What would you do, then?”

“No! Please don’t go!” Caecelija cried, suddenly fearful.

“Relax, Ceci. I’m not going anywhere.” Luther reassured her.

Caecelija remained silent and began to sip at her tea, and Luther began to drink his own bitter concoction, occasionally looking at her, evaluating the choice he had made in choosing her as a lover.

She was just a child, he thought. Not old enough to drive, smoke, vote, drink, or really do much of anything else for that matter. Luther could have any woman he desired. He was over six feet tall with an Adonis of a body and more money than anyone would see in their lifetimes. What was so special about a little girl who had nothing to offer him expect her underdeveloped body?

He was attracted to her, he knew that, but why he couldn’t quite place.

“I’m such a pedophile.” Luther laughed to himself. “It’s shame I don’t care, though.”

“Wha---?” Caecelija looked up at him. She hadn’t been listening.

“Nothing,” Luther glanced at his watch. “It’s late, Ceci. I need to get you home. I have a whole host of things that I need to get done tomorrow.”

Luther and Caecelija finished their beverages in silence then were on their way out of the café. Hand-in-hand they ventured down the dark streets to the Caecelija’s home just a few blocks away.

In truth, Caecelija didn’t have a home---she lived in an orphanage with several other children she did not get along well with, and also an equally nasty matron. It was hard growing up as a precocious child, someone who was on a completely different intellectual level as her peers who were jealous of her, and she was equally disliked by adults for the same reason. It wasn’t until she met the golden-haired man did she finally feel like someone understood her. Luther had found the girl sitting solitary in front of the orphanage one afternoon, drawing up schematics for her latest invention, and he was instantly intrigued. Since then, he’d been siphoning the young girl off on little \"dates\" (as Caecelija liked to call them although Luther preferred “excursions”) where they usually just talked.

One would think that the matron would’ve been angry at the fact that one of her children kept disappearing throughout the month with a strange man, but when Matron Agnes first looked into Luther’s face she’d become stiff with fear and had left Caecelija alone as did the other children. One would think that with the precocious girl’s knowledge, she could’ve put two-and-two together, but she couldn’t figure out why everyone looked fearful when they looked Luther in the eye.

Luther, however, did know why everyone feared him and fear him they should. To his luck, his little “Ceci” had probably only seen his face once or twice in her short lifetime to not remember it. She was obviously too immersed in math and science to care much for politics. That was good for Luther, at any rate; he didn’t want Caecelija to know who he was just yet. The humans knew better than to cross him. He’d made sure everyone kept their mouths shut when he was with Caecelija.

He smirked, inwardly. What would she think when she finally realized who he truly was? Would she become frightened and try to run from him? Never. She wasn’t the average, pathetic human, and even if she were, there’d be no place that Caecelija could hide. Luther would find her, because Luther always got what he wanted.

The two had reached the entrance of the orphanage where the matron Agnes was waiting behind the door, apparently too scared to come out.

“When will I see you again?” Caecelija questioned. She was always frightened that one day Luther would disappear and never come back.

“Not tomorrow,” Luther replied as the girl’s face fell. He smiled. “I’ll come to you on Friday, but I’m going to send you a nice gift tomorrow. Does that make you happy?”

“Yes.” She smiled then hugged him.

“Good girl. Now run along to bed. I daresay you’ll have to wake up early for your schooling tomorrow?”

The girl pouted. “I don’t need to go to school! I’m smarter than half those jackasses, anyway!\"

“You sound just like me, in a way.” Luther said thoughtfully. “Not necessarily a good thing, either.” He leaned over, brushing his lips against Caecelija’s. “Now off you go.”

Matron Agnes opened the door, letting Caecelija inside. She turned looked over her shoulder to get one more look at the golden-haired man, but he was already gone. Caecelija sighed and closed the door.

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