I should probably be working on IFD and Driven, but a rabid plot were-bunny threatened me with his huge jaw and giant claws, so I present, Faithless, my first Cruel Intentions story. I admit this is a new style, and though it seems rather disjointed, it fits my beloved duo and their dark world. I admit I tried to tone down the language. This may make them seem OOC, but I'd rather not get my account suspended. Keep in mind these are assorted, disconnected drabbles. I'll update as they come to me. And now, without further ado, I present chapter one.

Faithless

By: Catty Rose

1. Abstruse - incomprehensible to one of ordinary understanding or knowledge.

"Stalking me, dear brother?" A wry smile, eyes unfathomable, even as the darkness of the alley outside the club whispered sensually to them.

"Don't flatter yourself, sis." A title spat bitterly, eyes as dark and deep as the ocean they resemble flickering with an emotion, gone before it could even come as he stepped out from underneath the street light and into the darkness.

A tense silence, sharp emerald eyes piercing her soul's reflection, distorted and disturbed, as though shown through a shattered mirror. "Why?" Asked quickly, voice a dangerous seduction, a merciful kiss from a scythe's edge, as gentle as only a razor can be, despite a tainted softness in her eyes.

"Maybe I love you." Wicked blue eyes gleam, matching the smirk on perfect features. A scowling silence, stained glass secrets separating them, like an impenetrable wall of once colored glass, faded to shades of grey, forever showering them both with flickers of humanity and prisms of sin.

Movement, designer heels strike a discordant note against rough concrete. Something only Kathryn can pull off. Isn't she as elegant and striking as she is harsh? "Oh, you love me? How adorable." A disgusted noise. "Don't be such a pussy, Valmont. You're making me sick." A sneer, petite back turned.

"Maybe I don't love you. Perhaps you're my obsession." Gathering storm clouds foreshadow a bolt of lightning, brief but strong, casting the shadows surrounding them into harsh relief. And in his words, a hint of truth, serving as a ray of light for two dark souls who has long since refuted and refused heaven.

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to admit something, brother dearest?" A mocking silence reigns, a brief pause, then…

"Have I admitted anything, Kathryn?" Purred triumphantly, voice silk-coated steel, even as the wind whispered promises of pain and pleasure to both.

"No." A subtle shifting of weight and a flash of silver as she explored the perversion of faith she chose as her poison.

"And I never will. Does that make it any less real, my darling sister?" Laughter tainted with bitterness and a hint of insanity filled the air, echoing through the area and cutting both, an unwelcome call back to reality. Masks were slipping, and the game they spent their entire life playing was suddenly becoming far too dangerous for both parties.

"Fuck you, Valmont." A whirl, grey silk flaring through the shadows as she turned to leave, only to be stopped by strong arms around her waist, holding her possessively.

"Someday, Kathryn, someday." And just like that, he was gone.