Eisley Macavr, a name that sends chills down the spine of the most seasoned vampire. She’s ruthless, and has plenty of people to help her be so. Here she sits, on her throne, awaiting her dinner. Her dining room is barren, clad only in cobwebs and stone. The floor glimmers in all its glory, the 14k gold that has been in this mansion forever. She throws her legs over the arm of her throne and waits impatiently. Her body is that of a child, being changed at the young age of fourteen. Long hair flows down her pail white shoulders, the orange contrasting drastically with the ancient skin. Somehow, the hair makes her look warmer, though it’s obvious that there is nothing warm about her body.
Eisley’s face rises and she stares at the fifteen foot tall, sterling silver, doors. A loud knock has risen from them. She sighs, annoyed, and yells, “Enter!” Her voice booms through the room. The cobwebs seem to shake at the echo. She hums a song from the early 30’s as the doors slowly open. Coming into the room are two of her body guards. Between them, is a man. The man is severely beaten and looks to be in his mid-twenties. Her eyes widen with interest. This is the first man she’s seen, besides her servants, in nearly 100 years. The body guards throw him at her feet. She quickly draws her feet up under her, disgusted. “You fucking idiot! Don’t you know how much these Prada’s are worth?” Her face is on fire and her eyes are solid black with bloodlust. She looks back down at the man's face.
“Who are you? Are you a soldier?” She runs a small hand under his chin. The man just stares down at the Prada boots and does not move. “Do you realize where you are? You are in the Nightsong Territory. I’m queen Eisley Macavr. I’m the law in this region. If you have been sent to kill me, your master has fucked with the wrong queen.” She removes her hand from his face and grabs his hair. She tears his head up to look at his face. Taking in every piece of the young man’s face, she notices something.

Everything about him is different from the others. He even smells different, intoxicating. "What are you?"

Anthony shook his head as he was man handled into the room. His temples throbbed in pain, his ears were still ringing, and he was pretty sure he had a concussion. The room swam before his eyes as he was dragged across what was a solid gold floor, but that couldn't be right, he thought to himself. One of his emerald eyes was swollen shut. Something had hit him, what had it been? The pommel of a saber? That couldn't be right, who used sabers anymore.

Kill her

The voice echoed in his head. A thought that wasn't his own. He knew he had a concussion now, why else would he think to kill someone, let alone who was her.

He stumbled up to the throne, terribly confused as the angry voice of a teenager broke the ringing of the booted footsteps that were bringing him in. The voice was furious and slowly her words break through the haze of his thoughts. Queen. Territory. Law.

At once a small hand raises his face to look into the eyes of his captor, a hand that was surprisingly strong and cold as ice. He found himself surprised to be looking at a young girl, probably not even in high school. His confusion deepened as the cloudy haze continued to fill his mind and a memory overtook him.

The pocket watch swung before him. Tick tock. Tick tock. The voice of a man. Calm, cool, collected.

"Enter the district. Find the girl with red hair. Take out the gun. Kill her. I have placed an enchantment on it so that the guards will not find it when the search you."

Tick tock. Tick tock.

The haze cleared slowly. The pain in his head subsided and he no longer felt the injuries inflicted on him. He no longer felt the dried blood in his strawberry blond hair that had matted to his forehead. He only felt the pistol, like burning metal pressed against the skin of his back where it was tucked into his blue jeans.

He would reach back for the weapon suddenly, the mission implanted in his head by some insidious stranger taking hold and blocking out all pain. His reflexes, only human, but still fast would bring the gun level to her.

"I am Anthony," he would say, a quiver of fear in his voice. His undamaged eye would look at her, terror filling it as his brain forced him to do something he would never dream of doing.

And he would pull the trigger.

Crack! Crack!

Shots ring out and surround everyone in the room with blinding, deafening noise. Both guard's eyes fill with terror as their Queen slumps to the ground, lifeless. The larger of the two guards grabs the man with superhuman force and throws him to the ground by his neck, holding a boot to his throat. Suddenly, the young voice rang through the room again.

"...Ow...", Eisley's soft voice whispers towards the man, "Why? Why...would you...who sent you?"

Her body appears to die with one breath as both guard's faces point downward, solemnly. Suddenly, anger sparks through the eyes of the larger guard and his hand laces itself with the young man's hair, "Get up! Get up, you bloody traitor!".

Eisley feels a soft rumble from under her shoulder as the guard's heavy boots bumble towards her. Suddenly, warmth covers the lower half of her face. Blood

The larger guard has bitten the young man and began to drain him, for his queen. As if sparked by blood, her eyes shoot open and change to a deadly red. Eisley is hungry, angry, and in pain. Her fangs extend and dig themselves into the man's neck.

"So much for your little plan, eh?", laughs the largest guard, stepping out of the room.

Eisley rises from the man, her eyes blazing, blood pouring from her mouth.

The blood...it's different.

Her blood red eyes dart to meet his. "What are you?!", she roars, jumping back from him.

Crack! Crack!

Shots ring out and surround everyone in the room with blinding, deafening noise. Both guard's eyes fill with terror as their Queen slumps to the ground, lifeless. The larger of the two guards grabs the man with superhuman force and throws him to the ground by his neck, holding a boot to his throat. Suddenly, the young voice rang through the room again.

"...Ow...", Eisley's soft voice whispers towards the man, "Why? Why...would you...who sent you?"

Her body appears to die with one breath as both guard's faces point downward, solemnly. Suddenly, anger sparks through the eyes of the larger guard and his hand laces itself with the young man's hair, "Get up! Get up, you bloody traitor!".

Eisley feels a soft rumble from under her shoulder as the guard's heavy boots bumble towards her. Suddenly, warmth covers the lower half of her face. Blood

The larger guard has bitten the young man and began to drain him, for his queen. As if sparked by blood, her eyes shoot open and change to a deadly red. Eisley is hungry, angry, and in pain. Her fangs extend and dig themselves into the man's neck.

"So much for your little plan, eh?", laughs the largest guard, stepping out of the room.

Eisley rises from the man, her eyes blazing, blood pouring from her mouth.

The blood...it's different.

Her blood red eyes dart to meet his. "What are you?!", she roars, jumping back from him.

The next few seconds spun themselves into a confusing eternity for Anthony. The gun that was in his hand shook violently and clattered to the ground, the barrel still smoking. "What did I do?" He asked allowed as he was grabbed by the guard. His eyes swam with tears as he realized he just shot a girl but had no recollection of it. In instants there were moments of agonizing pain as the flesh from his throat was ripped open and then a sense of absolute pleasure.

As life drained from him time seemed to freeze. A small mouth clamped to his throat, and hot blood being sucked away rolled over him in a riotous ecstasy that should not have been. If dying was such a great experience then why did people fear it so?

Another instant and the mouth was gone. No more soft lips or glistening teeth of a preternatural monster, just the very conscious pain of blood dripping down his neck to soak his formerly white tee-shirt. As she released and tossed him away like some sort of ragdoll Anthony rolled onto the floor, trying to desperately to bring himself to his knees.

What are you?

The question ringed at him and his eyes could only stare as splashes of blood swam over the golden floor. He could feel his heart slam in his chest and his breathing was coming ragged. He could taste the coppery essence of his lingering life on his lips. What did it matter what I am, he thought, I am not even supposed to be here, I don't even know where I am.

He looked up at her, his left hand coming up to reach out to grab boots, to try to reach something that seemed real even as the room began to spin.

"Help me," he pleaded as he coughed blood and as he tried to crawl towards her his hand slipped on the bloody floor, bringing his head to crack against the golden tiles, the world swirling away to oblivion.

Her eyes blaze with fear, turning a bright shade of yellow. She hasn't felt this kind of emotion in nearly 300 years. "Get off...", she bellows through bloody tears, "Get off me!"

She raises a boot to kick him onto his back. She has killed hundreds of people in the past. Why is this one different? The bloody tears fall onto her, already ruined, yellow dress.

"GABRIEL!!!", she screams, breaking the glass of one of the darkened skylights. Sunlight pours into the room, threatening her life.

A small, wirey man runs into the room, coming to attention in front of her. "What of my assistance ma'am?"

"Help this man. Bandage him, house him, keep him alive."

With that, the man wisks his lifeless body towards the doorway. "I will make every attempt to save this man. But, I have to know...Why?"

Her head falls into her hands, blood falling in between her fingers. "I don't know but, if he dies, you will meet the sun..."

The fear in Gabriel's eyes shows through as he whisks the man out of the room.

Please, let him live.

Anthony was warm. His body felt as though it was surrounded in warm towels, the kind that are fresh from the dryer. It stirred memories and dreams for Anthony as he sifted through oblivion. Memories of home and of his family. His older sisters, his baby brother, all of it coming in vivid flashes of color but with faded edges like a worn out photograph. The soft heat of comforting life radiated about him and time stretched on as if it had no real meaning.

The sound of an ornate grandfather clock brought him back to consciousness. The steady beat of the brass arm within its oak cabinet moved on endlessly. Tick, tock, tick, tock. In that terrifying moment he tried to sit up and a flash of pain screamed through his head. He realized then as he laid still and let the pain subside he was in a bed. Easily the largest bed he'd ever been in. It easily held his six foot frame with couple feet to spare. He was underneath a plush down comforter that was embroidered in ivory lace on a gold backing, and his head rested easily in what he assumed was a down pillow.

Memory surged as he remember shooting the girl in the chest. Remembering the seeping holes above and below her breasts not even effecting her small form. He recalled a mouth like a dagger grasping his throat and his body collapsing on a golden floor. What he couldn't remember was why.

He could see through both eyes now and he wondered how long he had been asleep for as he reached to touch the wound in his neck, and there he felt a cotton bandage taped against it. Anthony knew there were two small holes carved there and they reached his jugular. It was then he knew that vampires were not just a creature of legend. He had shot her, been bit by her, all he needed now was some garlic and he'd be certain, if that even worked on them.

His thoughts dwelt on the girl as he looked around the room. The room was enormous, and much what he thought a penthouse suite in a five star roman hotel would look like. Large armories, a sofa in the same fabric as the bed, and a door that looked like it was lifted straight from the Renaissance with its ornate carvings. As he looked around he noticed the attention to detail pressed into every piece of woodwork of the room. Crown molding, unique yet simple, it was made out of a dark wood, and it cupped the top of the walls elegantly. The wall paper too reminded him of the Renaissance, with sweeping vines and fleur de lises all painted in the same ivory and gold color scheme.

He sat up slower this time and realized his clothing had been stripped and no where to be found. He looked at the purple coloration of the bruises against his lightly tanned skin. It was then he also noticed there were no windows to the room, only the door. Gingerly he stood and went to it and checked the handle. Sure enough, it was locked.

"Well now what do I do," he said to himself.

Eisley sat on her throne. She sat still, blood caked to her cheeks like a bad facepainting. Her eyes burned with anger. Confusion boared it's way through her mind. She kicked violently, like a child and screamed out with an angry screeching roar. Blood began to flow down her face again. These were tears of anger, confusion, and worry. "This man...this frail, human man has infiltrated my palace," she whispered to herself, "and he lived...". Again, kicks and screams of mental torture rang through the large dining room.

A loud bang came over the oversized doors. Eisley didn't bother answering, and the maid gracefully barreled into the room. "My lady, may I get you something? A bath perhaps?", the maid asked looking her up and down with wide eyes.

"Where did they take the man?", Eisley asked with color confused eyes. They shifted, like oil on water, between many colors. Her mind did not know which way to turn. Why did she even care? Her last visions of the man stuttered through her mind like a tornado, taking every inch of it captive with thought.

The maid looked down and blushed. "They took the young man to your sleeping quarters. He has been sleeping off his injuries for a couple of days now." Eisley's gaze suddenly is broken with wonder and slight anger, her eyes burning orange.

"Why do your cheeks ring with blood, servant?" The maid's eyes met with her bloody boots and her face began to show intense fear at the color of the vampire's eyes. The servants of the castle had grown accustomed to fearing certain colors, fire colors bore into most of their minds.

"He's very good looking ma'am. Did you not get a good look at his face? All of the females in the castle take wonder in what kind of vampire he would make."

Eisley's mind flowed with humour and laughter. Her face cramped, holding back a smile. She had not turned anyone in hundreds of years. Not since her guards were hired. Finally, the smile broke through and she lifted the woman's face up with one finger. "Fetch me clothes. Something white."

The maid bowed and left the room. She returned with a flowing, white dress. The shoulders were cut tight and the chest low. However, in Eisley's eyes, this was too formal for meeting a prisoner. She took the dress, and tore the entire bottom off, leaving it jagged and bandage like. "There, that's better." She whispered, more to herself. She slipped off all of her clothes, including her undergarments, and slid the dress over her head. The ragged material flowed in different lengths, all around her knees. She slipped off her boots and began to walk down the large corridor, barefoot, to her sleeping quarters.

Her mind suddenly flowed with fear and excitement, this caused an intense feeling that she could only take as pain, bringing her to her knees. It gripped at her gut, causing her to scream out and hold herself. In all of her 500 years, never had she had emotion for another being. Never had her body ached to talk to someone, to check on their wellbeing. She sat on her knees for a few moments, gathered her composure, and took a skeleton key from the guard at the door.

She opened the door, fear gripping every part of her body. What was the right thing to say to a human? What would he say? Would he make another attempt at her life?

"So, you're alive..."

Anthony had found a black robe folded neatly on the sofa and had put it on. He had only awakened an hour or so before the door had opened. He was sitting on the bed, reading a book he had collected off one of the shelves. As the door opened, its ancient wood creaking harmlessly, Anthony jumped at the sound and looked up from his copy of "A Tale of Two Cities."

Upon seeing the girl, he was shocked. He was filled an urge to run very far away and as fast as his body would carry him, or perhaps freeze and pray she was similar to a t-rex and couldn't see him if he didn't move. He chose to hold still.

She looked everything like a teenager should. Straightened red hair, soft cheeks, even a dress that looked like it had been "punkified". But her eyes held something chilling. The were not the eyes of a child, but that of an adult. The seemed to be filled with a storm cloud of confusion, and he knew she wanted to say much more then her lack luster question of his status as a living being.

He bit his tongue in thought, a nervousness as he watched the girl enter the room. It was a fear he was not familiar with. A mere child had walked in but everything in his body screamed at him to run, as if he was being hunted.

That's because you are being hunted. The thought rang out clear in his mind and he knew he was trapped. If two bullets from a gun that wasn't his wouldn't but her down there was no way he could run, and at the same time he wasn't sure he wanted to. Her eyes were on him in a curious fashion that he hadn't seen in a long time. She was very curious about him, that much was certain, but he could not ascertain why.

He pulled his robe tighter about him and looked over her carefully.

"Who are you?... what are you?" Was all he managed to get out.

Eisley's face cocked sideways, looking at him like a dog. She enhaled deeply, nostrils flaring. Her mind began to blaze again, causing her eyes to turn into kaleidoscopes as she stared. His fear filled her nostrils, like prey to a tiger. Her body moved gracefully as she sat on the oversized bed. Again, her eyes closed and she tried to hold down the confusion that filled the air. Suddenly, his voice tore through the train of thought and a growl erupted from her throat. Piercing red eyes turned to look at him. "My name is Eisley Macavr. I am the Queen of Nightsong. I own you now." A smile formed, pulling up the corners of her porcelain like lips. What a silly question for this man to ask.

...What am I...

His words pierced through her brain, causing her eyes to turn an ice blue color. "I'm of vampiro. What are you? Are you of gypsy nature? Why would you come here?" The question slipped off her lips like a song. This was meant to happen some how, but she couldn't think of how that could possibly be.

Her hand came up to touch his cheek and her eyes closed suddenly with a growl. She sat for a few seconds, silent, with closed eyes. Slowly her thumb carressed his cheek lightly. "You did not know of this...crime," her hand fell into her lap as she spoke, her eyes changing to a light purple with pity. "You do not know how you came to be here..."

Slowly, she stood and poured him some water.

"You are free to go, if you wish. Just know, I can't protect you if you leave this wing..."

Eisley's face cocked sideways, looking at him like a dog. She enhaled deeply, nostrils flaring. Her mind began to blaze again, causing her eyes to turn into kaleidoscopes as she stared. His fear filled her nostrils, like prey to a tiger. Her body moved gracefully as she sat on the oversized bed. Again, her eyes closed and she tried to hold down the confusion that filled the air. Suddenly, his voice tore through the train of thought and a growl erupted from her throat. Piercing red eyes turned to look at him. "My name is Eisley Macavr. I am the Queen of Nightsong. I own you now." A smile formed, pulling up the corners of her porcelain like lips. What a silly question for this man to ask.

...What am I...

His words pierced through her brain, causing her eyes to turn an ice blue color. "I'm of vampiro. What are you? Are you of gypsy nature? Why would you come here?" The question slipped off her lips like a song. This was meant to happen some how, but she couldn't think of how that could possibly be.

Her hand came up to touch his cheek and her eyes closed suddenly with a growl. She sat for a few seconds, silent, with closed eyes. Slowly her thumb carressed his cheek lightly. "You did not know of this...crime," her hand fell into her lap as she spoke, her eyes changing to a light purple with pity. "You do not know how you came to be here..."

Slowly, she stood and poured him some water.

"You are free to go, if you wish. Just know, I can't protect you if you leave this wing..."

The words had barely left her lips when Anthony had practically fallen off the bed and headed for the door. Each step he took was like a hammer to his temples and wearing nothing but his robe he stumbled into the hall.

It was dimly lit with sconces set into the walls. Here the papering was an embroidered purple with silver accents, the bronze sconces throwing muted yellow light into the long hall. He stumbled here and there, nearly knocking over a serving girl, and destroying a vase on a display table that was holding a dozen water lilies.

He knew instinctively when someone wasn't human. The eyes that looked at him suddenly with a hungry glint were those of a vampire. The confused, frightened eyes of the serving staff were those of a mere mortal. Every so often one of them would grin and flash dazzling white fangs in his direction and he startled and made his way from door to door, each locked save in the case when a vampire was waiting behind waiting to surprise him and scare him for a quick laugh.

He was losing hope quickly as each turn presented him with a just another door. It wasn't long before he collapsed to his hands and knees and tears were pouring freely from his eyes. He just wanted to go home. He didn't know anything about any queens, or territories. He was just a poor musician.

The sheer overwhelming sensation of it tore him to pieces and he just lay there in the middle of the hall, crying freely, hoping that when he next opened his eyes he would be in his bed.

Eisley stepped out into the hall, following him carefully, hugging the wall. She knew he would not be harmed in the dark hallways. The servants of her queendom wanted nothing more than to torture him to death, as a potential assassin. However, they wanted nothing more than to spare the wrath that surely followed slaying the queen's pet. Her whispering voice spoke a different language, calling the vampires to the walls, away from Anthony.

She grinned, stepping up and over sofas and tables with grace. She danced around, twirling and swaying on her toes, like a graceful ballerina. She felt young again, chasing down a prisoner. She patted the heads of the servants children as she passed them, smiling with pearl white teeth shining in the pale light. Her mind began to race with wonder and curiosity. She was stalking him, slowly, waiting for the breakdown that was inevitable, at this point. As she drew closer to him, she noticed his body being wrecked with sobs. As she watched his body fall the the ground, her face pulled into a sad pout, eyes fading to purple. She stood above him, staring down with a slight smirk. It was sad really, how fragile this grown man looked.

"I warned you darling. They won't harm you. You belong to me in their eyes. However...," she looked around at all of the dark eyes around her, "Everyone here could do with a snack."

A childlike laugh erupted from her throat, causing everyone in the area to cackle. Every vampire began to close in on them, waiting for the word to attack.

"Do you trust me?", she asked, staring around at the red eyes that were closing in on them. "Do you trust me to save your life?"

A tiny hand extended to him.

Eve walked down the hallways roaming around the mansion, her briefcase slung over her shoulder and a red rose in her hand. Though, she stopped when she heard laughing. Also when she then seen a crowd of vampires surrounding two creatures it seem, one she could tell was human. She pushed passed some creatures ignoring their hisses and growls. When she entered the circle she glanced at the human before bowing her head respectfully to the queen.

“Hello Queen Eisley, Hope you are doing well this day,” she said in a gently, but elegant tone. That was the tone she normally used for everyone.

Her eyes wandered to the crying human again, looking him over. She had treated him when Gabriel had brought him into her room. When she finished treating him, she cleaned and then stripped him of his bloody clothing. After, she had placed him in the queen’s quarters. She squatted down in front of the human, tapping his shoulder quickly, firmly, but gently as well. She didn't want to hurt him.

“Are you in any pain dear? I can help you with the pain if you like,” she said, her eyes a lighter shade. She wondered what the Queen saw in him to want to save his life and not just leave him for dead or finish feeding. Eve didn’t feel any bloodlust as she already fed well the past few days. She was wearing a black muscle shirt with white mid-tight shorts.

Eve licked her fangs slowly as she waited for a responds from the human. She glanced at the vampires around her, rolling her eyes at the hungry looks in their eyes, but of course not at the queen. She wouldn't disrespect her.

Eisley's nose rose to the air as she noticed the Doctor pushing through the crowd. She withdrew her hand and smiled, of course looking down on the lady. Quickly she reached behind her head and pulled her hair into a tight bun. She watched the gentle nature and closed her eyes, wishing she could feel such kindness. Her mind was a slave to feelings and emotions, but her chest ached with pity. She had tormented this human, brought him to his knees, and played with him like a cat to a mouse. However, with pity, came laziness. She could not be bothered to feel emotions for a mear human, there was someone out to kill her. Apparently, there was someone, who didn't know she was a vampire.

Looking down at the doctor, keeping her nose to the air, she glared, "He is in no danger. I don't see a need from any assistance. What is your reason for this appearence Eve?"

Her eyes glanced to the human and faded. She closed them quickly to keep the smarter vampire from seeing their color. Quickly she thought of the gunshots, and opened her eyes to red. She looked around at the spectators and hissed. "Leave. Now."

The vampires stood still, looking around in confusion, "NOW!" Her voice echoed through the halls with great force that caused the humans to cover their ears.

The spectators left, leaving only one man to stand before them. Draven Northman.

"And what is he doing out of solitude, doctor?"

“Hmm I came to check on him is all, also, curious to see if he is in any pain as any pain could be a threat to him. I am just making sure he stays alive as you wanted Queen Eisley. I know he is not in any danger, but his life could be. Also I know you do not need any assistance, I am just doing my job,” she said, giving the queen a gentle smile. She wished the queen would calm down and not have her eyes the color of blood. The queen seemed to have quit a temper which Eve found very amusing. She didn’t fear the queen really as she felt she had no reason to be. Sure the queen could kill her, but Eve wasn’t afraid of death. She didn't know how she felt about death really. She came close to it many times, but it never fazed her.

Her eyes landed onto Draven Northman, pursing her lips slightly. Her eyes darkened in color looking him up and down.

“Queen I do not know. I left one of the guards to make sure he stayed in solitude...Now Draven, what are you doing out of solitude? I believe the Queen wanted you to stay in solitude. Correct me if I am wrong Queen Eisley,” she said, closing her eyes to concentrate on the human, including her surroundings and those around her. Eve went and sent soothing energy to the human; she knew he should calm down. She didn't dare send any to the Queen or anyone else.

Eisley reached down to touch the Doctor's face. Her eyes fluttered shut and a growl errupted from her throat as Eve's emotions flooded her mind. The emotions caused Eisley's mind to hurt, to ache with death and pain. She opened her vibrant green eyes, worried. Her glance flashed to the man and she hit her knees.

"Listen, human...", she lifted his head to look in his tear filled eyes. "Stop crying...You will not be harmed in this palace, but I can't let you go."

The look on his face made her heart ache. A human would think this was a sure sign of a heart attack. She clenched her chest and screamed out, not caring if she scared the human. Bloody tears fell slowly down her face through clinched eyelids.

They are going to think I am mad!

Another sharp pain flew itself through her chest and stomach, causing a scream of pure terror. Never in her life had she felt this kind of pain. Was this what fear felt like? Did his blood do something to her? What was going on?

"PLEASE!", she screeched out, ignoring the Doctor's questions. Now, she was on her knees, crying like the human. She was screaming for her life against an emotion, not a pain. Out of the haze of blood, she saw Draven fade away into the darkness.

Her dress was ruined, like it was anything new to her. Still, her understanding for these emotions illuded her.

"Eve..what is wrong with me?", she asked through clinched teeth before another pain hit her.


Her screams could be heard throughout the entire palace.

Eve opened her eyes and looked into Eisley’s eyes; she got a bit more amused when the queen growled. The colors of her eyes lighten. She just watched as the queen screamed, seeming to be in pain. Eve glanced as Draven faded away, she would find and worry about him later. When the Queen spoke, her attention went back to her. She placed her hand on the queen’s shoulder. Eve exhaled softly.

“Queen Eisley, nothing is wrong with you. You just seem to be experiencing an emotion I’m guessing. I believe the best thing to do is just try to accept it and or let it engulf you. Once you do that the pain should go away,” she said. Then she quickly moved her hand away as she felt a hit of Eisley’s pain. She closed her eyes again and tried to send healing energy to both of them, to help them. It drove her crazy as she could feel the human’s and queen’s pain as she did this.

“Calm down,” she growled in frustration and pain. If they both calmed down a bit, it would be easier. She knew she could only keep the healing energy as it was for a while. She refused it to go on for a long time, she didn't want to overdo it at all out or keep this up for too long. It took a lot out of her.

Eisley's mind began to sway with calming euphoria. It felt as though she were dreaming. She looked at Eve, noticing the pained look on her face. Another short scream errupted from Eisley's throat and then her voice was deadened. Everything slowed, and she felt at ease. Hurrying to her feet, she wiped at her eyes and turned to leave.

"Eve, see to it that the human goes back to my quarters. I have some things to..mull over with him.", her eyebrows met, almost looking menacing. Then, she walked away. Her chest still hurt. It hurt bad. Some part of her mind. Some part, in the back of her mind, wanted her to kill the human. Kill him, have a quick meal, and be ridden of all of this mess. But, the other part of her brain told her that there was use for this human. What human would be so special that he would be sent to kill her, yet would have the persuasion to make her feel this way?

Nevermind that...

She closed her eyes and breathed deep through her nose. She needed to get the man out of her head.

"Why does he matter?", she asked herself out loud.

Suddenly, a cool voice startled her out of her haze, "You've imprinted..."

Draven

Draven's stone cold eyes fixated themselves on the Queen. His head cocked to the side in a blur and he stepped forward out of the shadows and came to stand before her.

"You've imprinted...", his voice whispered slowly. As he said this, the Queen's body jumped, making him smirk. Such a beautiful queen she was, youthful, and mature. Yet, his hands wanted to fix themselves around her neck, and decapitate her where she stood.

But, what was this? The almighty queen, imprinting on a human? It was amusing in his mind.

"You've imprinted on a human. Shall I say, congratulations? No, no. Maybe, 'Oh! I'm so sorry my dear queen! May the heavens have mercy on your soul!'.", his steel cold laughter filled the corridors. He brought up a hand to her face and began to stroke her cheek.

"So, maybe this is the gateway to the throne? I have to wonder, as an imprint, would you die for this human? How much would you do to save a man you've known for days?", his hand came down to grip her throat softly.

"Just know, keeping me in solitude will not keep me away from you forever. I will have what I want. You will love me. It does not phase my soul to kill your little pet ...keep your eyes open, queen ."

With that, Draven turned and made his way down the corridor, leaving the queen in shock, falling to her knees.