For the past 2 weeks, Valentina had been coming to visit a small art shoppe in the middle of the streets of Florence to visit a rather infamous painter for this time. This was the 1600s so times were different. She was fairly surprised why this painter had never asked her to come around in the day but she supposed maybe he got more of a thrill from doing this at night. This man had been painting a portrait of her after meeting her across the street one evening. Due to how possessive Einar was, she could only visit on a few occasions when Einar was otherwise occupied with other things as she knew just how unhappy he would be. It seemed he never wanted her to be without him and she knew it certainly made him jealous when she saw other men, even if there was no sexual thrill like with the various women he tried to make her jealous with.
Stepping inside the shoppe, she called out. " Giovani?" a small smile from her lips faded as she looked around. Usually she was greeted but the Italian painter who would embrace her whilst coming out from his work shop at the back but right now there was nothing. With a furrowed brow, she closed the door behind her and walked further into the building. "Adesso ti sei svegliato?" her voice was a little more restrained, peering into the room at the back seeing a faint light on, likely one of the various candles he worked by. The vampire ventured closer to the room the extent where she could now see a figure by the chair, a small sigh of relief escaped her now assured that he was here, even if he was seemingly asleep. "Mi dispiace di essere in ritardo. Mi sono un po 'occupato mentre venivo qui." she approached the body, placing a hand on the back of his shoulder only to jump as the mans head suddenly began rolling from the table and hitting the floor.
WHAT THE FUCK?! Being guarded, Valentina instantly grabbed the candle on the desk, lifting it up to get a better view of the room. She could now see the blood by Giovani's head, his facial expressions showing such of distress, clearly have been attacked by someone in a rather malicious way. Stepping away from the body, her dark eyes followed the light from the candle, seeing the half finished painting of hers covered in a blood splatter, pulling a face as she looked to the side to see the back of a figure. She seemed to know instantly who it was. Einar seemed to never be able to contain his jealousy of her being around any men and it had been far too many times where he had done a thing like this. He had literally ripped a man to shreds in front of her once which if she reflected to it was somewhat or a turn on but mainly just a disaster.
"Why do you always do this?!" Valentina stared at his body from behind, grabbing his arm to try turn him around. " Why did you do this to him?" she growled angrily, eyes turning dark as she looked to him. " Do you ever think with your head, Einar?!"
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