Dark Shadows (#1 of Dark Shadows Series) |Old Version|

(Pic of Hades: just imagine him with black eyes and slightly longer and darker hair )------>

A/N: Sensitive scene in this chapter. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

The ball was still in full swing. People continued to dance and drink. After talking with Apollo, Katherine met the other gods and goddesses. They didn't mind that she was barefoot and drunk, half of them were drunk as well.

She had met Hades' brothers Zeus and Poseidon. Zeus was muscular with bronzed skin and golden blonde hair. His skin seemed to glitter. He wore a simple black suit with a mask. Posideon was slightly shorter than his brother, with long brown hair tied into a low ponytail and deeply tanned skin. In his hand, he held a golden trident, the instrument glittering in the candlelight.

After speaking with them, she moved on to meet Dionysus, though he mostly drank and made crude jokes than talk. She didn't get the chance to meet Ares or Hephaestus, but she didn't mind.

None of the goddesses were present, which seemed weird to Katherine, but she was too drunk to care.

Around twelve in the morning, Katherine called it a night. Her mind was foggy from the alcohol and her body ached from the hours in a corset. When she couldn't find Hades to tell him goodnight, she stumbled out of the throne room, the hall deathly quiet versus the noise from the ball.

She stumbled into a chair, groaning as her head spun. The walls tilted and spun, the floor seeming to disappear and reappear under her feet.

Why had she drunk so much? She was light with alcohol, she wasn't Dionysus.

"Can't the human hold her liquor?"

Katherine looked to see Apollo standing behind her, very close to her. When did he get there? And why was he standing so close to her?

Now that they were alone in the hall, Katherine felt a little uneasy. His eyes trailed down her body, lingering on her tiny waist and chest, making her squirm.

Back home, she wasn't much to look at. Sure, boys drooled over her chest and butt, but she hid in a hoodie. Whenever Hades would look at her, she felt warm inside and kinda giddy, like a school girl crush.

But Apollo...why did she feel weird and uncomfortable with him? And why couldn't the knot in her stomach go away?

When Apollo reached for her, she held up a hand, gripping the arm of the chair.

"Please, I'm fine. Don't let me take you away from the ball."

"I don't mind," he smiled. "I much rather have your company."

Katherine bit back a groan. She didn't say anything when Apollo grabbed her waist and guided her to her room. His fingers dug into her waist, his fingers itching against the corset. She could practically feel his eyes trying to peak a glance at her chest.

The made it to her room. Katherine tried to pull away, but Apollo kept his grip tight. She whimpered and tried to push him off her, but he was solid as a rock.

"G-Get off me," she slurred.

"Why? Don't you like it? Does Hades hold you like this?"

Hades?

"Hades..."

"I bet he hasn't touched you, not even a hug," Apollo smiled smugly. "He'll never get over Persephone. She had his heart in her hands. He would do anything. He won't even hug you. I can do anything you want me to. I can give you more than he can."

Apollo dipped his head into the crook of her neck, kissing the sensitive skin. Even in her drunken state, Katherine knew she didn't want this.

She tried pushing and shoving at him, but he kept his grip tight. At one point, Apollo opened the door to her room and pushed her through, closing the door behind them.

Katherine's eyes widen in fear. She was all alone. Hades didn't know where she was and Namie wouldn't be back till the morning.

She saw the lust thick in Apollo's eyes, the bulge in his pants a dead giveaway. She tried putting distance between them, but her dress got caught under her feet, causing her to fall.

Before she could get up, Apollo climbed on top of her, straddling her hips. His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"Why are you fighting? You know you want to be touched. Hades obviously won't give it to you. Let me..."

Using his free hand, the god ripped off the skirt of the dress, leaving the human in a corset. The cool air sent goosebumps up her spine. He tore at the corset, tearing it to shreds. Katherine now laid in her bra and underwear.

Silent tears streamed down her face. "Please, d-don't this..."

Apoll smiled. It was unfriendly. "Don't worry, you'll enjoy this."

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Katherine cried as the sound of a camera snapping rung in the air. She felt sore in between her legs, her arms feeling limped. She felt too weak to fight.

"Don't cry baby," Apollo cooed. "Just a few more."

~~~~~

He was finally gone. Apollo left when the ball was over. When asked, Katherine would say that he stayed with her while she slept to watch over her.

He also made sure to keep her silent. He didn't want his reputation ruined, specially by a mere human.

Katherine laid on the floor with her tattered dress. Her tears were dry, and her body was slowly gaining strength. She knew Namie would be arriving soon.

Pushing herself off the floor, Katherine gathered her ruined dress and hid it in the back of the closet. She hurried to the bathroom. She felt dirty and used, his touch still lingering. Her body was covered in bites and scratches on areas where no one would see them.

Turning on the tap, she stepped under the water and tried to wash away his touch. No matter how hard she scrubbed, she still felt dirty. Even after she was red and raw.

Getting out of the shower, she dried herself off, avoiding her reflection.

No one would believe her. Apollo was a hod, she a human. They would take the word of their own over a human girl. She couldn't tell anyone, not even Hades or Namie.

She got dresses in jeans and a baggy sweater and walked out of the bathroom. As expected, Namie was there. Katherine plastered on a fake smile.

"Hey sis. How was the ball?"

Katherine shrugged. "It was fun. Hades and me danced; he didn't know I took ballroom. He was very surprised."

"I've been wondering about that. A lot of servants have been talking about hey our dance. 'Very intimate' they say."

The word intimate made something stir in her stomach, and not in a good way?

What would Hades think if he found out? Would he see her as useless, as trash? Would he believe his nephew over her? Would he ever believe her?

She couldn't tell him. She couldn't tell him that she was raped by Apollo.