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Alessa Dattolo

"Revenge."

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a character in “Blood which Binds”, as played by WhiteTiger08

Description

Forbearer Leader


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Name: Alessa Fia Dattolo

Nickname(s): Alessa asks her vampires to call her by her full first name. Only those she cares a great deal about are given permission to call her by a nickname.
Age: 22 years young (1601 years old)

Birthday: 2 .18. 411
Blood type: O-
Place of Origin: Scotland

Likes:
-Exercising
-Hunting
-Music
-Reading
-Dance
-Art
-Weapons
-Sparring
-Blood

Dislikes:
-Fallen
-Rain
-Fear
-Loud noises

Fear(s):
-Drowning
-Burning
-Falling
-Being Forever Alone
-Becoming Fallen

Alessa believes her fears are irrelevant. Being a vampire having lived as long as she did, she believes that she must be powerful to be alive for that long, and that she will be able to overcome the fears that she has. Everyday she attempts to convince herself that her fears are silly, and that she is too strong for them, and everyday those fears sit in the back of her mind, constantly horrifying her.

Secret(s):
Years ago, when Alessa had first became a vampire, she couldn't control her thirst. She tried to deny what she had become, but she grew weak, and lost her mind after going so long without blood. She lost her consciousness, and attacked a young male. She pounced on him and almost completely drained him. His life was slipping through her finger tips, and she finally came to when he was on death's door. She feared that she would Fall, so quickly changed him as his last breath left his lips. He become like her, but crazy. He went on a rampage, killing all over Italy. Eventually, Alessa was forced to kill him. She had been so close to Falling that she was scared to drink again, and to this day she has trouble controlling her thirst.
Personality:

There are many faces to Alessa. She can be a doll one moment, and a raging wildfire the next. She's been through a lot in her long lifespan, and all of the horrific things she witnessed will show on her face. Her expression may seem emotionless most of the time because she doesn't like to show how she feels. She remains calm in tough situations, but even in the most serene places, horrible images will replay in her mind, and frighten her. She will usually go off on her own to think, weep, or remember.

The girl is also compassionate. Throughout her life as a human and vampire, she had always been a compassionate person. When someone is hurt or in need, Alessa will be there to offer a hand to squeeze or shoulder to cry on. She sympathizes with others, and has a strong feel for human emotions. She gets sympathy pains and feelings when around others in distress, and can't help but be there when someone, human or vampire calls for help.

Getting close to someone can cause little Alessa to become over protective. Vampires tend to be overprotective, but Alessa has seen that is becomes worse with age. The older you are, the more attached you become, also making you more protective. She will not let her family be in harm's way, and will sometimes get to the point where she spends all of her time with her coven. She will not stand to see those she loves in danger.

Over protectiveness comes with rage, and that is something Alessa has dealt with before. When she fell into the first thirst after being changed, she became so angry at the world, at herself for being changed. She was close to making a big mistake in her life, and it was all because of her anger. Once a match hits the fuse, she'll go off like a bomb and blow out everyone in her path. Her anger only comes in desperate situations, and when she is incredibly angry from lack of blood.

Of all of the faces of Alessa, the judgmental mask has to be her worst. She makes assumptions quickly, and because of those decisions she has ended up where she is today. Before she was turned, she deemed her attacker just another boy desperate in love with her and blew him off. Because of that she became the creature she is today. A vampire. She also turned a girl into the blood thirsty creature when she promised her revenge on the person who attacked her. Alessa didn't even know the full story.

History:
Alessa was born as the daughter to Maggie and Giuseppe Dattolo. The couple had met in Scotland, Maggie's home country. Giuseppe was from Italy, but loved Maggie so much he decided to move to Scotland. They were only able to conceive one child, and were overjoyed with their little girl. The family was wealthy, and had everything they could ask for. The family was well known, and were respected by all in the country. They were known to be quite kind despite having the status they did. Alessa wore fine clothing, ate delicious foods, and was taught by the best tutors. The tutors had the most impact on her life, for the girl grew up to be extremely interested in learning.

Though she was skilled academically, Alessa was also blessed with her appearance. She was a stunning girl, and was sought out by many bachelors in the city. She was of age to accept partnership, but always refused. She was more interested in studying paintings, reading books, and writing stories. When she had turned nineteen, a man who she had seen around the city before approached her as she read in the park. He offered her a flower, and asked for her hand. He pronounced his love for her, and waited patiently for a reply. After a silent moment, Alessa politely declined, saying again how she needed to study. The man left abruptly after apologizing for interrupting her book.

Later Alessa walked through the streets of the country side. She was on her way home from the park, her path illuminated by the full moon that shined brightly above her head. She took her time, thinking about specific chapters in her book. She had particularly liked this novel. It was a love story, a sad story. Scenes in the work flashed through her mind, bringing smiles or frowns to her lovely face. She was unaware of what went on around her; she was too caught up in her book. She only briefly looked up to see where she was headed, and saw the dark eyes the stared back at her .

Alessa was scared, but curious. She looked harder at the eyes, trying to decide if she was seeing things. Her conclusion was made quickly when the glowering eyes disappeared, leaving her alone in the darkness again. The girl began to make her way down the street again when she was attacked from behind. She fell hard against the pavement, her hands not even strong enough to stop her fall. Her wrists cracked, and she immediately knew from the sudden wave of nausea that her bones had broken. She struggled to crawl away, but was whipped around onto her back. She stared into deep red eyes. She kicked up with her right foot, catching her attacker in his sweet spot. It didn't fase him, though. Alessa tried again, and made contact with his nose. She knew she had broken it, for blood dripped down his chin. He grabbed her loose hair, and pulled her head sideways. His legs rested on hers, pinning them down. Her arms were rendered useless with her broken wrists. He dipped his head, and bit her, his long fangs sinking into her warm flesh. A scream escaped her lips, and it shrilled through the air. She struggled, but her strength ebbed as more and more of her blood was sucked from her body. When her attacker pulled away, he smiled at Alessa's limp form, and Alessa recognized him as the man from the park. He left, leaving Alessa alone in the dark.

The change came slowly and painfully. Her once limp form writhed painfully on the pavement. She convulsed, and her eyes fluttered shut. Her bones cracked and splintered in impossible angles. A fire began in her heart as it stopped beating. The flames spread throughout her body, burning her inside. Alessa screamed for help, but no one heard her. The screams stayed inside her, and never passed the points growing from her canines. After what seemed like eternity, Alessa's consciousness slipped away again, leaving her alone.

When she awoke, Alessa was no longer on the pavement. Her finger tips stretched out, and felt the soft feel of cloth. She was rested on a warm bed inside her parent's home, sleeping soundly. She finally regained her consciousness when she heard loud yelling. Only, it wasn't yelling. Her mother and father were speaking in the foyer. Only then did Alessa remember the previous night. Her senses had been heightened. Her ears could hear speaking in a home five blocks away, her eyes could see the shore a mile away, and she could spell the bakery in the next town over. Alessa gripped a bedside table to pull herself up, but the wood splintered, and Alessa realized her strength. Immediately, she made the hard choice to leave her home with word. She slipped out of the window and fled, only to later feel the pains of thirst.

Alessa denied what she had become at first, trying to live among humans in a southern town in her home country. Her pains become worse, though, and she fled again to an abandoned city at the shoreline. She made a residence in a small home, hiding away from the sunlight which burned her skin in a cellar. She rocked back in forth in a ball on the ground, until one day she went mad and nearly killed a man. She then made the decision to train. She exercised daily, and tested her resistance to pounce with nearby homeless humans. After about a year, Alessa felt ready, and left.

She roamed Europe and Asia, going from country to country looking at art, reading different books, taking part in different activities. Alessa spent five years in Japan and became a black belt in karate trained by an ancient master. She visited India and was taught with weapons. She met with a business man in Switzerland and learned how to handle finances. Alessa learned many things throughout her time in Europe, and returned to Italy twenty years later to collect money her parents had left for her when they passed.

Feeling as lonely as ever, Alessa roamed Europe and Asia for centuries until she decided to take a trip to America with the British. She had learned English on her journies, and was quite fluent in the language and easily adopted the accent. She lived in America all of her years, becoming quit wealthy. In the late eighteen hundreds, she discovered a coven of creatures like herself, but was intimidated by the red eyes.

It was two hundred years late that she stumbled upon a meeting of a coven. The vampires were unlike others she had seen. Their eyes were human colors, but either dulled or more pronounced. One she recognized as a man from another time. She was curious, so she snuck up to the top of the building they met in. There was a glass sky light right above them, she she laid herself on the glass, and peered in at the group. Alessa spent a good five minutes up there when she felt the glass crack. Before she had time to react, she fell two stories down and landed on the shoulders of the male speaking. He reacted immediately, throwing Alessa to the ground. She rolled to the side as he punched at her face. Quickly, she jumped into the air and onto the man's shoulders again. He grabbed her hair, but she quickly twisted his head around. The man slumped to the ground, and Alessa jumped off. According to the other members of the coven, Alessa had succeeded in killing the leader, and that made her leader. She tried to decline, but the members said that she had a duty as leader. Alessa explained that the entire situation was an accident, but accident or not, Alessa was leader of the Forbearers.

So begins...

Alessa Dattolo's Story

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Alessa laughed at Derek’s response. It was a greatly well-known quote. Perhaps she would have to do some more reading; make the quotes more challenging to guess. Then again, Derek most likely read any book she could pick up, as he wasn’t much younger than she.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she quickly pulled it out. Who would call them while out hunting? If anyone needed anything, they knew where it was. They knew that they shouldn’t be contacting others while out hunting; unless something was wrong. Looking at the phone, she saw who called. Adonis. She pressed the phone up to her ear, listening to the human speak in frantic Portuguese. He shouted over the ruckus. Why was there ruckus? Alessa asked the question, speaking very fast. Maybe too fast. She took a deep breath and spoke slower, slow enough thcat Adonis could understand. Derek, she knew, didn’t know perfect Portuguese, but knew enough to understand that they had to go. Now.

He leapt off the roof, waiting for Alessa. She jumped, barely hearing him talk about leaving the human. What human? Nothing else mattered besides her family at home. The two were in the car and driving home in no time, the speed of the Lamborghini coming in handy. She begged, demanded Adonis to stay on the phone, not wanting to be cut off from the only connection she had. She asked about Eva; where was she? The vampires could handle themselves, but the humans were virtually defenseless.

A miles from the house, Alessa heard growls. Being 1601 years old, her hearing was extremely acute. The closer they got, the quieter things became, and the more anxious and terrified Alessa became. Derek paid no mind to reassigns, driving as fast as the car could go, seeming a blur to passing pedestrians and other vehicles.
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hey came to a halt in front of the house, and neither of them though to be rational. Alessa ripped through her seatbelt, nearly unhinging the door from the rest of the car. The door was gone. More terror. Inside, Alessa gasped at the sight of blood. The new home was drenched in red, covered in bodies. Oh, no. Who was missing?! Adonis was in his room; she memorized his breathing pattern along with Eva’s, who was nearby. Derek immediately consoled a mourning and frantic Angiluzza on the ground, and, looking closer, the remains of the rest of the coven and blood pet was on the ground. If she hadn’t fed, Alessa would be frantic, but, if she hadn’t left to feed, this wouldn’t have happened.

Suddenly, Eva burst from the room. Adonis was alive, Angiluzza was in Derek’s hands. Eva needed help. She sprinted to catch up to her, standing in her path to catch her and embrace her in a hug. She held her tight, murmuring how everything was alright. But was it really? Sitting on a rock, Alessa sat Eva next to her, telling the human to talk. Alessa would talk next.

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Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Annabelle Jefferson Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides
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The blood. It was everywhere. On her hands. Soaking through her jeans. Clinging to her back, causing her shirt to stick to her. It was on her neck, her feet. She wanted to escape it, to get away from them. Was else was there for her to do but run? She needed to breath, she needed it to stop. She needed her mother, her friends, and a life that didn’t revolve around giving herself to a man she loved so much it hurt. She did. She loved him so much that it was physically painful. Eva felt her heart beat painfully in her chest, skipping a beat when she was halfway through the yard, her bare feet hitting the grass with an expert runner’s pace. It was no match for them though. They had all seen her flee, Derek with Angel in his arms, Alessa who stood by watching. She wanted him to be there. Was he running? She heard the familiar crack in the air of a vampire’s run which caused her to close her eyes and try to sprint, the tears breaking the barrier and involuntarily running down her cheeks. What about Jasper? He was dead? What did that mean for them? She needed him! He was so much kinder, sweet, and caring than Adonis. And he had been so in love with his late wife. What about their murderer? Who would search for them now?

Eva shrieked when she was stopped, her legs suddenly removed from the ground as strong arms wrapped around her. Her eyes opened wide and she found herself in Alessa’s arms. Not Derek’s. So he really didn’t care enough to run after her now too? She wrestled with the coven leader. Eva didn’t want to be around this woman who had promised her this life was so much more than what it had been shown to be. Isaac had promised her the world and back. His head was on the floor of their living room too. “Please! Please let me go! Please! No, no no!” she shrieked, her lungs burning with the effort to be as loud as possible, to get as much attention as she could, to make Derek hear her where he consoled his coven member.

Restrained, Eva couldn’t fight against Alessa as the woman sat her down on a large boulder by the tree line, sitting next to her, arms on her shoulders, one on her waist, giving her freedom but not so much that she could weasel away. Eva cried. She didn’t know what else to do. “I don’t want to die!” she yelled, her chest heaving as her fear reached def com one, like a panicked soldier. “Don’t make me go back. Don’t make me go in there to look at them again, their faces, their heads,” she pleaded. “Don’t make me watch him with her, coddling her, loving her.” She didn’t know what she was saying, her words coming out in a slurred gush with tears and phlegm as her face melted into a horrified contorted mixture of sorrow and terror. "Don't. Please. I can't. Jasper. Isaac. Annabelle. Please. Please. The shrieking, the tearing noises, they replayed in her head as they sat there, painfully reminding her of what she had seen. She could hear Angel's cries from where they were, which only proved to make her cry harder.

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius
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Helena the Bloody





Before Helena even registered much of a reply from Dmitri, Kristof was behind her, his arms wrapping around her slender form, pulling her naked skin closer to his. She let herself be yanked up against him, enjoying the feeling of him. They might have been rather
 active, during today. But it still had not made up for the extensive absence. But it was mostly her mind which had suffered from the distance between them. Not that her body hadn’t missed him, because it certainly had. She arched her back just slightly, pushing forth her breasts and giving his lips easier access to her neck. She could feel his mouth so very near the flesh he enjoyed drinking from. Then, as he finished speaking, a tender kiss was placed where his teeth most often bit into her.

The words caused the ancient vampire to grin, her eyes closed while she leaned into him, the humans and their newborn temporarily completely forgotten. Oftentimes the term “out of sight, out of mind” was quite true for Helena, since her attentions shifted so very easily. Not that she really saw much of anything. “I should send someone else next time
” she hummed daintily, both her hands reaching up behind him to rest in his hair, keeping his face near her neck.

As Kristof’s attention shifted to comment on Kaleigh however, Helena’s mind zoned out to actually pay any regard to her surroundings and their fledgling entered finally. So slow, so very slow. Tsk. The young were such drags. But then
 at least they were better than humans. But she wouldn’t be able to do much of anything against anyone from Alessa’s coven. Especially not with that attitude of hers. Derek would tear her head off without blinking. She probably wouldn’t even have the sense to try to run for it. Not that it would help any.

Most likely little Angel would be doing her sweet master’s bidding. Mmm
 right there was someone Helena would like to hear scream. Annoying little Italian, wasn’t she? Not that Helena minded Italians, but she really did prefer them back when they were Romans. Like her Kristof. So brutal. Even the memories of those bloodbaths could cause her to grow all kinds of fervent with desire. Now, those had been the times. That was back when it was easy to walk away unnoticed after slaughtering an entire village. Like she and Kristof had done when she’d turned him. His first feeding had been one of the most hungry, consuming ones she’d ever seen, and she’d been so very proud.

Helena had been lost in memories when what’s-her-name spoke up, causing the oldest vampire in the room to bare her fangs in a sneer, the white of her teeth clear through the dank darkness of the basement they were in. Kaleigh was in pain, lying limply on the metal table, while Dmitri sat there
 most likely either glaring at her, or trying to look dignified. For very valid reasons, Helena couldn’t entirely tell. The redhead twirled herself out of Kristof’s hands to inch closer to the newborn. The girl’s expression changed to one of surprise at the sneer on Helena’s face, and she took a few steps back.

Then Helena sped up and in no time, the fledgling was pushed up against the wall, Helena’s one hand around her throat, the other playing casually with her prey’s hair. Then, as though the sneer on her face had never been, it turned into a kind smile, and she leaned in, letting her fangs dance up the girl’s trembling throat before she casually said “Now, darling, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Then Helena let go and twirled elegantly towards the metal table currently hosting the small human she had taken as her own pet. The fledgling sunk a lump of fear, taking a second before she hesitantly crept forwards. The scent of her fear made Helena smirk. Ah, finally – something that made sense.

Then it hit her! Dmitri had said something, hadn’t he? A memory stirred briefly and she lit up, twirling around to face him, as though she was a child who had just found out she could pick her own candy for the weekend. Yes, it was true; she had indeed killed his boyfriend, had she not? She grinned happily, red eyes oddly focused on him as she eagerly said “Oh, no, no, no
 Dee Dee
 this will be much different, I promise you. Repetitions are so awfully tedious, are they not?” She clapped her hands together just once and turned to face Kaleigh. Then she gestured for the fledgling to step closer, which the thing did.

Then Helena sent her a wide, sadistic grin before leaning down to kiss Kaleigh’s cheek, murmuring sweetly “Now, little Bird, scream for me” while she slowly began tearing off one patch of the skin she had carved a pattern into on the young girl’s stomach just before Kristof had come home. Blood flowed instantly while Kaleigh’s screams of pain filled her ears. Then she grabbed the newborn’s hair and forced her head down. The second Helena heard her drinking from the blood, she let go and reached up to tip the overhead mirror, so that Dmitri could properly watch everything being done to his little girlfriend.

“Kristof, darling,” she subsequently trailed, her voice a suggestive purr, “would you make sure our little Dee Dee keeps watching?” With that, she tore off another patch of skin, and another painfilled scream, loud but hoarse by now, filled the room.





Derek Fleitner





Derek had simply forced Angel to stay in his arms, recognizing the fact that she hadn’t yet registered that it was him holding her, and not an enemy. He knew his state of mind in her. It had been a long while, yes, but he’d seen it before. Actually quite a bit. Even young as she’d been when he changed her, Angel had been through a lot, and she’d had quite the past to deal with. She’d had quite the reasons to exact revenge on a whole bunch of people. While she had been a natural at vampirism, her mental instability had proven a challenge at first. Well
 until she settled down and got over the power-rush. She had been helpless in the hands of men for so long, suddenly being the strong one had been exceptionally
 reviving. Freeing, perhaps. As though she could finally see herself with her future.

She’d been such a funny creature back then, hadn’t she? And now here they were, her mind having regressed to that girl he’d changed all those years ago, curling up in his arms, seeking comfort in his strong embrace. He sighed when she apologized and shook his head slowly, sadly. As she babbled about having tried to protect them, Derek merely held her close and let his gaze roam their home. Well, former home it was now. They couldn’t stay here. Not with the human at that bar, and now with this blood bath. So many heads and bodies, three of which should still be with them. Alive.

When Angel choked on her words, Derek looking down at her calmly, his own grief and frustrations hidden away in a box in his mind for now, because that was what a good Protector did; but his coven before himself. She blamed herself. He hated that she did, because it wasn’t her fault. He was the Protector. He should have been there. He and Alessa both. If anyone carried the blame in this matter, it was the two leaders who had both left
 simply because Alessa couldn’t control herself. He closed his eyes briefly to wrap that part of his feeling up as well and instead opened them back up just as Angel looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks, grief, shame and need in her pretty eyes.

And fear. “Angel,” he said quietly, trying to pause her in the middle of her sentence, but she was too out of it, and once she finally finished speaking, she lowered her eyes again and Derek was left with a sigh he couldn’t quite describe as anything other than just
 sad. And he tightened his grip on her. He was about to speak, when he registered Eva
 bursting out the door. Ah, hell. Not now. He really couldn’t deal with two upset women at a time. One was plenty. He glanced at Alessa briefly, but she was already on her way after the human, and Derek could turn back to Angel, but he could already feel her grow rigid in his arms.

Okay, that wouldn’t do. She couldn’t flip out more than she already was. Angel didn’t make smart decisions when she was in that state of mind. Derek thought it over briefly before reaching out his wrist for her, the pulse turned upwards as he held it close to her mouth. “You need blood, Angel” he simply explained, his tone calm and controlled – almost soft. Their fridge had been broken in the fight and it looked like the few bloodbags they’d had left, had all managed to break. He wasn’t going to subject Adonis or Eva to Angel’s feeding right now (she would probably kill them), and Alessa couldn’t go without being full because if she did, she’d lose control in all this blood.

And he couldn’t take her out. So that left him. He could give her enough to steady her both mentally and physically. Now, Derek had only let another vampire drink from him once before, and he was more than aware of the effect it had on both parties involved, but he really didn’t see another way out right now. Blood was the only way to calm Angel right now, and she looked like she hadn’t fed in much to long. Now, that combined with the recent fight, was a baaad combination. He also needed to speak with Eva, but he couldn’t leave Angel, and right now Alessa could manage a potential disaster.

Eva would respond better to him though, but he’d deal with that once Alessa had her back. Because she couldn’t leave. No human could. Derek didn’t trust any of them enough to keep the secret once they actually left. Even if Eva loved him, he couldn’t trust that she would forever.

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Scarlett Wilsten
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Angiluzza

Angiluzza had stopped breathing.

Not that it was a bad thing, but it freaked her out; like she had just died. Completely died. All she saw was darkness – nothingness. She whined and her body trembled as he held her tighter. She slowly found herself trying to grasp some sort of sanity or anything close to it. She blinked until she could see again, watching Eva run by almost as though it were in slow motion. And then Alessa off after her. Her head lolled a few times almost as though it were made of lead and she couldn't bear to hold it up on her own strength. She whined again as Derek mentioned that she needed blood. Where was she going to get it from? “I can't go out like this.” she whispered to him. She also did not plan on feeding from either Adonis or Eva – Adonis had disgusting blood and Eva...She would kill the girl and not entirely on accident, either. She looked around, catching sight of a dead Jasper – Poor Jasper. She wasn't particularly fond of him, or at least not all the time, like only twenty minutes ago. But that didn't mean she wanted the poor boy dead. Roughed up for his attitude, yeah. But not dead – He was pleasant company most days.

They had a love/hate companionship.

Her lips quivered in a pout and she returned to another bought of tears. Some Enforcer she was! But it was her family! She had taught Annabelle to read and write and fight with Nicholas. She had spent many a star-filled night sipping a glass of Jasper's blood on the roof while talking about the centuries past with Isaac. They were both beautiful souls and she wasn't ready for them to have gone already! She knew that it was possible that they would die defending themselves – Such was the life of living in a Coven. Their lives weren't a guarantee – Not by any means, was it. But she had lived so comfortably, so happy with her family that it was so hard to remember how dangerous it was to even walk outside of her home. Sure, she knew there were Nomads and Fallen Covens and Vampire Hunters to worry about, but it wasn't like they ran into them that often. It was easy for her to notice how amazing her life was and appreciate it. There had only three deaths prior to theirs in the whole time she had been with the Coven.

She couldn't imagine just shrugging off their deaths as 'just part of life'. She knew that it was, but so was grieving. Having spent so much time with the only made it worse when you finally lost them. She shivered as their still-open eyes stared back at her. “I'm sorry.” she whispered again, this time talking to them. She couldn't take back what had happened – But what could she have done differently to save them? Maybe acting faster. She overestimated herself; that's what it was. After tonight, after they moved, she would train again. This time, it wouldn't be like the past couple of centuries. No four hour sessions with Nicholas – No, she was going to isolate herself and her nights would be only training and pausing to eat. Until the crack of dawn. No parties, no reading, no candy.

That's all she could think of before snapping back into the present. He was right – She did need blood. She hesitated before thinking again of what he would possibly be thinking of – He knew that she would not feed from either of the remaining humans. She knew that he knew that. They both also knew that there was virtually no blood left in the destroyed refrigerator. That left...Him. She looked up at him as his wrist was placed near her lips. Her mind wandered back to that day when he had become her best friend, her father, her brother, her savior; her everything.

“Family...What do you mean family? Where are they? I don't suppose the rumor about sleeping in coffins during the day is true? Or that I must always carry with me dirt from my home? Do I bleed, still? Do other vampires? Can vampires drink each others' blood? Or is that cannibalism?” She felt like a fool for asking, but she felt she needed to know. Her eyes lit up as a thought entered her mind. “I can go to school...?” Nicholas had chuckled softly, taking a moment to answer all of her questions as soon as she had answered them. She talked really fast, seeming to take advantage of not needing to take a breath and she was extremely curious. She was burning with hunger, but had requested her simple questions be answered before given food; what a strange girl indeed. “Let's start from the beginning, shall we? First of all, what I mean by family, is coven. It's not unlike a family. I will return to the subject of specifics. Currently they're some way from here, but not too far. You will meet them soon enough. But no, we don't sleep in coffins. Honestly, a bed is much more comfortable, but we do sleep during the day, and the sun is hurtful. Not fatally so, but it stings an awful lot. It takes a little while to get used to.” He smiled at her, trying to recall what her next question had been, before suddenly going “ah, yes, we move around a lot, so I'd say it would be a little difficult for us to carry dirt around from every one of them.” He chuckled, “so no dirt. But you do still bleed, yes, red just like humans. We do, however, heal rapidly. And... we can drink each others' blood. It's not cannibalism. In fact, blood-sharing is considered an intimate thing between two vampires. Some do it during sex, because it heightens the senses, and intensifies the experience. You can sustain yourself on the blood of a fellow vampire, but it's not as good nor as nourishing as the blood of a human....”

She had never tasted his blood, nor the blood of any other vampire. She was glad that her face was stained cherry with blood because she could feel them urn red and grow just a tad bit warm as she blushed. She tried not to think about that centuries old conversation, though it wasn't exactly easy. “I...I can't. I'll choke down some of Adonis'...This is a bad idea...” She really was suffering from temporary insanity. How long had she craved sinking her fangs into him? Over five centuries. And now he offered it to her freely and she turned it down. She imagined this moment would have been a bit...more when it had come along. Not with them surrounded in the dead bodies of their companions, soaking in their blood with her own self in a hysteric fit. But she really didn't have a choice did she? O negative made her gag and put her in a foul mood. Once she was in her right mind, her in a foul mood was just as bad as her in a fit of insanity.

She had no choice in the matter.

Her fangs slid out with an audible click and she leaned her head forward just a bit, enough to sink them into his cold flesh. Her lips quivered as his blood touched upon her tongue and a shiver went down her spine as she practically sank into him. She was quick to pull his free arm, wrapping it around herself while she bit deeper into his wrist. She tried her best for this to be a good experience and it wasn't hard. Her entire body simply...relaxed. Every care she ever had simply washed away and for that time, it was just her. And him. As it had been for the first little while of her rebirth. His blood was much thicker and much sweeter than she imagined it to be – Not exactly O positive...but she wouldn't mind it some time again.

As soon as the blood trickled its way down her throat, it was as though a supernova went off in her head. She entered a state of euphoria, her eyelids fluttering as though she were about to have a seizure. She saw him standing in the middle of a meadow under the night sky...though why was he wearing a buckskin loincloth? She watched in silence, seemingly invisible to the scene as her own self seemed to glide across the long, green grass straight into his arms, her body draped in a short dress of white cotton. Uh...Were they about to have sex?! She thought she might faint – She watched as they held each other with the faintest of smiles, simply standing there like statues; Not that she'd mind standing in his arms for all of eternity. Hell, wasn't she already? Not completely, but it was close enough for her. It was entrancing to watch the two beautiful creatures interact with one another; she envied her vision-self as he ran his fingers through her hair and traced his fingertips along her scars. She looked so proud to bare them, not using makeup to cover them. It wasn't that Angel was uncomfortable in her battle scars...they just tended to be the main attraction of her body when they were out and it made her short when people stared. But her vision-self...she didn't care. Vision Nicky didn't care either. He marveled at her as though she were some priceless piece of artwork.

She tried to concentrate while watching, but someone was groaning. Dammit, who interrupting her vision? She growled in an irate manner before watching as Alessa and Adonis came out, dressed same as Nicholas and Angiluzza. The four of them laughed together, each pair holding their own. Jasper followed with his wife - Angel had seen pictures - And Annabelle soon after with Isaac. They were all smiling and happy, dressed in matching loincloths and cotton dresses. Everyone looked so beautiful and Angel couldn't imagine a better family portrait.

And then Eva came...Timid and shy, crossing the clearing in a green cotton dress. Angel's utopia was shattered as her vision-self slid out her fangs and hissed under her breath. “Mine.” Vision Eva was startled, stopping dead in her tracks, fear filling her eyes. Angel didn't care. She should be terrified! Nicholas was hers! He had always been hers even though he didn't know it yet! This pet wasn't going to ruin over eight hundred years of closeness! Not now and not ever would she. Angel moved to attack, but she was restrained by him and the others. She turned and looked into his face. His soft smile was replaced by a light frown, his head shaking as he pulled her away and motioned for her to go. Angel was rigid as he moved past her and onto Eva, everyone else bearing the same frowns and shaking heads as they went with him. He smiled, embracing the frail human. Angel watched as Eva smirked from over his shoulder, her lips forming one word: Mine.

Her thoughts were vivid right now and the only thing she could think about him and his blood and how sad and angry she was. How long had she been feeding? Surely not that long! Her eyes had been closed the whole time – She couldn't think with all that groaning and growling in her ear! Who the fuck?!

Her eyes flew open and she realized that it was her.

Her back was against his chest while she took delight in devouring his blood – She was practically making out with his wrist, though her jaw had tightened as her anger bubbled, she was biting down into him as though she were trying to eat him alive...or dead. As soon as she realized where the groaning was coming from, she didn't take even a moment to wonder whether Nicholas had enjoyed himself or not, nor did she take time to notice his current position other than what she immediately felt. She flitted out of his grasp, standing on her own as her mind became semi-unclouded. Enough for her to realize the situation once more. She choked down a sob and brought her hand over her mouth. “Annie...Isaac...Jasper.” She whispered softly before glancing over to Nicholas. “I'll clean this up...I'm sorry.” Her temporary moment on cloud nine was gone.

They were dead. Not happy and alive dressed matchingly in clothes that looked like they were all Tarzan and Jane couples.

She had never...dreamed or daydreamed anything like that! Had she said 'Mine' out loud? She probably had, considering that she was groaning and growling out loud. Maybe he wouldn't have noticed – Last thing she needed right now was for him to distance himself because she was acting stranger than usual. She cleared her throat and licked her lips before sliding her fangs back in. “And...Thank you. I'm sorry that I didn't leave you with any other choice.” She muttered before nodding towards the door. “You should probably go check on your...On Eva. Make sure she doesn't run. She'll listen – You're all she cares about. Would be a shame to have to put her down.” She had returned to her usual, blunt self. Though she didn't really mean it – That it would be a shame to put Eva down. It wouldn't be hard to pick up a new human; It never was. She was growing increasingly weary of the girl's presence and that would not do. But, Eva was not hers to dismiss in any way and for now, she would simply have to pray that the girl would stop being stupid and try to run for it or ask for death or she would simply avoid too much interaction with her for the girl's own safety. She moved towards him and leaned over, kissing the top of his head before flitting off to the kitchen in search of something to clean up the blood.




Adonis

Adonis was silent. His eyes were closed as he took a few moments to think...He hadn't seen anything nor did he bother to go downstairs and check what was happening. His first reaction had been to find his damn phone and call Alessa – The only number in his phone. Sure, he got other girls' numbers; But he never bothered to save them in his phone. He didn't want to go downstairs – Why would he try to get himself killed? He imagined that Alessa would grieve – Direly hoping that she would if anything happened to him. He didn't know for sure, but just in case she would, he didn't want to hurt himself and bring hurt to her heart. Selfish? His reasons, yes. But, had he gone downstairs, the Coven would have been assed out of another food source for home. Not that anyone used him much. Adonis often wondered why the hell he was even around if he was just an emergency food supply – Rare was it that there was need of him. Not that he was complaining.

He got up slowly, blinking a little before unlocking his door and releasing the steps that lead down to the rest of the house. He was jumpy as he made his way down the steps and then around a few corners before down the stairs to the first level of the home. His sight was assaulted with a vision of red. Blood was spattered all over the walls, heads were lying around away from their proper bodies, and Angel and Derek were sitting in the mess of it all, soaking in the blood. Did his eyes deceive him or was Angel feeding from their Protector? Nope – He was seeing right. And hearing right as well: The woman...well. She was in heaven. He took a step forward, though jumped back when she started growling, the word 'Mine' escaping her lips.

He held up his hands and shook his head. “Yo, chica. Don't want him. Keep 'im. I don't swing that way.” He was quick to dodge past them, his bare feet sliding in the blood and almost tripping him. He caught himself and continued on outside. He took a few deep breaths before sitting on the steps. Who were those people? And why did they attack his family? He suddenly felt a giant weight on his chest like he couldn't breathe. He bent over and the nasty taste of upchucked Ramen came flowing through his mouth, spattering on the stone steps. He did this a few times, his throat burning and his eyes as well. Though, his eyes were burning from the tears that were falling. He had been so mean to them and all they had done was give him a home and everything that went with it.

He recalled all the times he told Annabelle that she was nosy and stupid, the times he told Isaac that he was a drooling retard. He hadn't meant any of it...But. He hadn't had the chance to apologize or make it up to them...and...Fuck! They were dead. For good. They weren't coming back. He wasn't sobbing, but there were tears streaming down his face that he quickly wiped away before wiping his mouth of any remaining vomit. Which proved useless because he only vomited again. He had never seen so much blood in his life...even being part of a gang had not given him such experience around death.




Kristof and Dmitri

Kristof watched as Helena finally got the reaction out of Kelsey that she wanted; fear. Kelsey was terrified of the mad woman who was seeming to take delight in what looked more like a dungeon than a basement. She started to wonder what she got herself into...Until her face was pushed into Kaleigh's stomach and subsequently her blood. She was like a dehydrated dog lapping up the last few drops of a puddle – Though, in this case, there was an entire human for her to drink. Kristof was impressed – He wasn't even allowed to drink from Kaleigh. Surely he was right in his previous assessment; His beloved's need to break Dmitri was now even greater than her need to keep Kaleigh alive. It seemed as though he would soon have to hunt and find her another pet. And it would be him this time – He didn't like other people giving Helena humans as gifts. It was his job to provide for her needs and protect her. Honestly, even as a Protector, he didn't really care too much about protecting the others as he did Helena.

He moved towards Dmitri with a smirk as he was ordered, grasping the man's head with a strong hold – He was trying not to crush his head like a sparrow's egg while also trying not to snap his neck. It was a little difficult for him to contain his strength when he was so riled up; And Helena knew it. He could Dmitri grunting under the sheer force that Kristof was applying as he was forced to watch his love be skinned alive and lapped up like she was a snack...But then again; that's exactly what she was to them. Nothing more than a snack and he had been a fool to forget it. He could feel his eyes well up with tears. Kristof could only smile as Helena's newest progeny lapped up blood like she would never get a drop again.

Kristof was a puzzling man; on one hand, he wasn't very abusive when it came to women. He tried to be as merciful as possibly, limiting their pain by making their death a quick one. But on the other hand, he could not help but to take pleasure in watching Helena torture young women. She often told him that he needn't be such a gentleman or even to try with them, but his father's ways stuck with him. Still, he watched while holding Dmitri still as Kaleigh was skinned, his tongue running over his lips, watching the sweet blood trickle everywhere. Helena's naked body looming over Kaleigh's while a third lapped up everything – Paradise.

Dmitri tried to look away, but Kristof yanked his head back into position, using his fingertips to force his eyelids to stay open; There was no way out of it. Kristof smirked as Dmitri's salty tears ran down his face, placing his head next to the blonde's. “Its a beautiful sight, no? This is true nature. Cold. Unforgiving. Its survival of the fittest – She never stood a chance.” He practically cooed to him before finding himself being headbutted from the side – Dmitri didn't have a lot of space to move his head, but Kristof was close enough to get just a little in. Kristof responded only with a laugh – Dmitri would pay for that later.

Kelsey, meanwhile, was having the time of her life as she tried as hard as possible to make sure no drop was wasted, her tongue running along every inch of exposed flesh, her pale face red and smeared with blood. She ignored Kaleigh's cries; Hey, it wasn't her problem. She felt better than Kaleigh – They could have killed her like they did her buddies. Or they could have made her a snackpack like they did with Kaleigh. But, no. She was chosen to be one of them! An elite being! Sure, she was just their sex toy. But she was still one of them. Still better than being just a snack. But even as she licked on...She paused to think. Was this normal? That she so willingly accepted death and was so eager to lick up the blood of a girl being killed right before her? Part of her wanted to stop and run away and kill herself. But the blood...It was calling her name. She didn't really have much humanity to begin with.




Lucan

The Irishman was still pacing around the home, seemingly ignorant to everything around him. He disregarded the pained screams coming from the basement because it really wasn't anything new to him. His mind was on Roxanne - Where was she? He hadn't seen her all night and usually, she was banging on his bedroom door at this time of night. He really couldn't help tbut to worry - She was so young. At least compared to him, she was. Even if only by half his age. He shook his head and glanced around until he saw Scarlett cleaning up Helena and Kristof's mess. Putting on his most charming smile, he sauntered over and leaned against the most stable wall that he could find.

“Ah, poor thing. Cleaning up all by your lonesome. Don't suppose that you'd like a bit of help...” He eyed the hole in a nearby wall that could only have come from a fist and he immediately assumed it to be of Kristof's. Weird for that man. He wasn't in a particularly foul mood as far as Lucan could tell and the man didn't seem to harbor any special dislike for Scarlett. Maybe Kristof's mind was going as well. Or maybe it was just something erratic for no reason. Lucan didn't dwell too much on it because it wasn't really his business.

“Perhaps after we've finished up a bit of cleaning we could go an' have a wee bit of fun?” It really wasn't that much of a question because he knew she wasn't going to say no. He and Scar had quite a few good times and she was quite delectable. Her blood type wasn't really his favorite, but she was still alright. Maybe it was because he frequently fed from her that made her blood so delicious to him? But having the same thing nearly all the time would make one sick of it eventually, right? Not really for him. He would be content to have a pet of his own to drink from whenever he pleased...Or maybe two or three. A blonde, a brunette, a red head, a Brazilian, an Aussie, a British. Ah! The beautiful women he only dreamed that would surround him and surrender themselves to him.

He had found himself lost in thought, damn near drooling on himself as he daydreamed. And then he realized that Scar was still there. “My apologies, lovely. Anywho – About those offers? They're one time only, so choose wisely.” He did his best to waggle his eyebrows at her, though he was never really good at it, he understood that his attempts were found to be quite...cute. That's what Rox would say. He wasn't fond of being identified as cute or adorable, but with his current body state, he would take whatever would get him in a woman's pants. Such was the life of a sexual deviant.

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“Please! Please let me go! Please! No, no no!” The sound of Eva’s shrieks crushed Alessa’s frozen heart. Having the human locked in her arms felt wrong, but it was the only way to stop her. From doing what, Alessa wasn’t sure.

After placing her on a flat stone, Alessa kept her arms around the girl like iron vices. Eva’s skin felt like flames under Alessa’s cool hands, but it did not faze her. She was used to the feel. Considering moving her hands, she shook away the idea. Eva would take the chance to run, and Alessa couldn’t stand chasing the frightened girl again.

Again, Alessa felt an imagined pang in her chest as Eva burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably. Blood soaked the human’s clothes, skin. The weather was warming, and soon the girl’s hair was slick with sweat. Sighing, Alessa placed a hand on the girl’s forehead to cool her down, not at all worried that she would flee.

“Don’t make me go back. Don’t make me go in there to look at them again, their faces, their heads,” Eva sobbed. Alessa listened quietly, waiting until Eva was finished to begin talking. Though, she wasn’t entirely sure the human would be able to listen. She cried that Derek was showing affection towards Angel, and Alessa didn't know how to answer.

She deliberated quietly in her head before answering. What to say to a love-struck human?"Now," Alessa said quietly. "If you truly want to leave, I can arrange it. Easily I can buy a home for you and set up a bank account that will help you until you can find a job if you wish; you don't need to find one if you don't like. I can get you away from here, but I can't guarantee that you will live for longer than a year. The Fallen is out there, and will hunt you down." How she hated scaring the poor girl, but it was the only way to get her to understand.

Alessa stood up, letting her hands fall to her sides. “You can decide what you wish; take your time. We’re leaving soon, to get away from what’s happened. Please decide before then, and carefully weigh your options.” She hesitated before leaving. “You know I love you, you’re a sister to me.”

She was at the house quickly, and didn’t bother announcing her presence. She began speaking right away, hoping the remnants of her coven would be able to listen. “We need to leave as soon as possible, that is obvious. Please do not feel that I’m not grieving over our loss; I am. Now is just not the time to grieve for me. I need to get our bearings and arrange another residence.” She pause, taking an unnecessary deep breath. “I think it’s the best decision that we add to our coven. We have only three vampires now; we are severely outnumbered to the Fallen. Finding other vampires could take a while. I was thinking of changing one of ours.”

She stepped through the blood, wincing and holding back the convulsing that comes with crying; she was no longer able to produce tears. “Eva will not be changing. This is a decision of my own, hers, and I feel she is greatly needed towards the thirst of our coven. Adonis, though, I believe is our best bet. He is not fed on here, and I think is ready to take on the challenge of changing rather than being thrown out into the real world and hands of the Fallen.”

She left her speech at that, waiting for the feedback of her coven.

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Helena the Bloody



Helena had begun humming softly again, her voice beautiful in a haunting way as she methodically pealed the skin off of Kaleigh. Her screams had died down purely because she had no more voice, but still she sobbed, and she painstakingly fought to beg for her life. She even thrashed in pain although that only made the spikes from the chains binding her, bore deeper. Silly little bird. Didn’t she know it was futile? Completely and utterly. Then again, it wasn’t unusual for Helena to change her mind very suddenly, but that was besides the point of course. Right now, Kaleigh was a weapon
 and she was food. The perfect mixture. Unfortunately, however, she had to kill her food to make sure she become a weapon. The human was looking at Dmitri, love mixing with pain, but of course Helena didn’t even bother registering as much.

This was all about Dmitri’s reaction and even over the blood, she could scent the saltiness of his tears, hear the sound of them trailing down his cheeks. Mixing with it all, was Kristof’s arousal. His excitement. His bloodlust. She knew exactly what she was doing to him too. Kaleigh got physical torture, Dmitri got the emotional, and right now Kristof was being served a bit of the sexual kind. A shiver went down her spine at the thought of the carnal state he’d be in by the time they finished here. She grinned when she heard him talking to Dmitri. Then she heard their heads connect and she hissed until she heard Kristof laugh. This alone calmed her. But only enough to not tear Dmitri’s head off.

Instead Helena dipped her fingers into the pool of blood that was now Kaleigh’s upper body, and turned slightly to let Kristof and Dmitri watch her lick them clean ever so slowly, a treat for Kristof, but torture to Dmitri. Then she immediately turned, the speed blinding as she tore the new vampire from Kaleigh’s stomach and instead set her by the human’s neck. “Bite,” she then ordered, pushing Kelsey’s mouth to Kaleigh’s neck. Kelsey needed to be drinking, fangs in Kaleigh, by the time the girl died, or she wouldn’t fall. And really now, Helena couldn’t have forbearers in her coven. They were pet-killers. Psh.

While the fledgling fed, Helena dipped her index finger in Kaleigh’s blood and wiped it off on her lips, leaving it there like edible lipstick, before she approached Kristof. “Want a taste?” She then teased, her hands on his chest the second she reached him. Silly question; of course he did. It was Kristof, her Kristof. He always wanted blood and he always wanted her. It was
 a rule of nature. Simply. Nothing less than a rule of nature. She reached out a hand to place atop Dmitri’s head, as if to tell him she was now addressing him with the next thing she said. “You see, sweetheart, I will always find things to hurt you. I will never stop. Even if I have to keep you around for the rest of your miserably natural human life, I will never give up.” Her voice was soft, almost loving as she said this, completely contradicting the tone of voice her words should have been said with.

Then she tilted her head. Was that the piano perchance? Ah, it was. How had she missed Oliver coming home? Hmm, perhaps she had merely been too occupied with her current doings, which were, granted, extremely interesting. She wondered how her darling was doing. Perhaps she should pay him a visit. Once she had washed up of course. One had to look presentable to confer with a man by his piano. Yes, yes, of course.





Derek Fleitner



Derek could practically see the wheels turning in Angel’s mind, her sense of logic wrestling with her hunger and the feelings she thought he didn’t know she had for him. He knew she’d eventually reach the same conclusion he had though, so he merely waited, his wrist ready for her to bite into. He couldn’t deny that the prospect didn’t exactly sit right with him. Especially because of her love for him. He didn’t wish to mislead her and he didn’t wish to hurt her, because he more than just cared about her, and he didn’t like the thought of the two of them not being able to talk. Or just be around each other, really. This bite would complicate everything, he had no doubt.

Then, as he watched, it was as though everything dawned on his protĂ©gĂ©, and she leaned forward, her fangs sliding forth. His eyes turned to the kitchen as she sunk her fangs into his wrist, but with that single sensation, Derek felt himself reacting. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, his eyes widening slightly. It had been so long
 he never thought he’d
 yet here he was, and all it took for his body to come back to life, was the bite of a vampire. A reluctant groan escaped his lips as she took his arm and wrapped it around her. He drew her close, the blood in his body racing in a way it hadn’t in so many years. He had not been physically excited for centuries, and yet here he was, everything coming back to life with a single bite.

He wasn’t going to welcome it though. No, Derek fought it, clenching his free hand, feeling his entire body grow rigid with his stubbornness, his will to stay platonic with Angel. That was the way things had always been, and it was not going to change. Yet he couldn’t deny his reaction. Fact was, however, that he knew it wasn’t because it was Angel. It could’ve been Alessa, and the reaction would have been the same. Still, right now his mind was racing with thoughts and wants he’d long forgotten to even consider.

He was so caught up in his own world, that when Angel growled “mine”, he didn’t react. He merely shut his eyes and clenched his teeth tighter, fighting the fact that he desperately wanted to let his free hand wander. Very abruptly, however, Angel then pulled back her fangs and moved out of his grasp, into a standing position. Derek breathed a slight sigh of relief, ignoring the blood pounding in a part of him he’d thought to be dead. Then his eyes fell on his wrist while Angel came to as well. He licked off the stray blood, watching as the puncture wounds healed up. He didn’t speak, nor did he look up at the Italian.

He nodded once when she spoke of cleaning up, and he got to his feet in one fluid movement, finally glancing at her when she mentioned Eva. He was about to reply to her little jab regarding the human, but as he opened his lips to speak, Alessa came back in and started talking. He frowned, turning to look at her. Her words were more than just a little unwelcome. “You have got to be kidding me,” he told her then, not able to hide a slight trace of animosity and irritation in his voice as he looked straight at her. Had she even thought this through, or had she merely decided to seize the opportunity and change her little human love, so that she wouldn’t be afraid of killing him?

Had she not even considered the fact that he would be of absolutely no use against the likes of Helena the Bloody and Kristof? No use even against the weakest of theirs. And she thought he’d actually do any good? Hah, the prospect was laughable. Adonis was nothing but a rude little human boy who thought himself to be better than the others. And all that was besides the fact that training him would fall on Derek himself, and he would be busy finding new vampires to add to the coven. To top it all off, Alessa had just left Eva out there alone.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger, closing his eyes as he let a sigh escape his lips. Almost immediately, he let his hands fall to his sides and his eyes opened to look at the woman he was there to protect. “What good is that little, self-important brat going to do?” Derek asked, his voice containing all the anger he felt at the attack, at his own guilt, at Alessa’s responsibility, at the fact that their coven members were dead, the fact that someone supposed to be their leader, couldn’t make a simple, sensible decision. He’d just about had it with everything, and he was hungry as hell, which didn’t do much to improve matters.

“He has neither the age nor the training to do anything but die should we go up against the Fallen right now. All turning him is going to do, is take focus away from what we actually need to do; find vampires with age to join the coven.” He shook his head, narrowing his eyes slightly, “and you left a hysterical blood pet outside.” With that, he glanced at the door and added a, “my answer is no, Adonis would make a terrible vampire, and I have better things to do than listen to him for the rest of eternity. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to do what it seems no one else around here can; think straight.” With that, he left the house, the remnant of his family, and the source of his irritation.

As he stepped outside, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, breathing in the trail of Eva’s scent. Now he only needed to change into something less bloody so that he wouldn’t end up freaking her out. Instead of taking the door inside, however, he jumped onto the balcony connected to his room, went straight in and redressed in barely any time. He was now dressed simply in dark blue jeans and a fitted, black tank top, along with a pair of black shoes. Then he was off to find Eva. If she wasn’t up for it, he’d need to leave, because he really needed to feed. After Angel had drunk so much of his blood, he found himself craving some himself, and Eva smelt delicious.

When he reached her, he stopped five meters from her, watching her for a little while, before he gently spoke, “Eva?” Derek approached slowly, attentive to her every movement.

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Eva’s eyes were fixed on the back door of the house. It swung open on its hinges. A slight breeze was blowing and it was enough to leave it swaying. The wind played with her hair, blowing it onto her cheeks where it clung to the sweat that was pouring out of her. She felt the stickiness of her clothes, how it clung to her where it was soaked through with blood. Her face contorted into a mixture of confusion and pain as she cried. She was in virtual shock as Alessa prevented her from running, holding her tightly in her arms, her chin on the crown of her head. It wasn’t comforting. It reminded her of everything that she had left.

Her mother used to do the same thing. Eva would wake up from a nightmare and she would cradle her, no matter how old. When she had grown ill, Eva had done the same thing. And while Eva was close to Alessa, she wanted her family, her human one, in that moment. Pure unadultered terror had her tense and shaking. She began to rock as her eyes burnt from her tears. As silence fell over them all, she began to work to contain herself, biting down on her tongue so hard she could taste the iron of her own blood. There was so much of it on her, would Alessa panic over the scent of a little more? She didn’t even think twice. But the vampire put a cold hand to her forehead for a moment before shifting to speak, still keeping her tightly bound to her by one arm. Eva knew that Alessa wouldn’t let her fight or leave. She was stuck.

“Now," Alessa said quietly. "If you truly want to leave, I can arrange it. Easily I can buy a home for you and set up a bank account that will help you until you can find a job if you wish; you don't need to find one if you don't like. I can get you away from here, but I can't guarantee that you will live for longer than a year. The Fallen are out there, and will hunt you down."

Isaac had never told her of what it would be like if she tried to leave the arrangement she had made. Eva had never thought she would want to. But it seemed so evident. How long had she been there? And Derek, and his gifts, his voice, his charm. She had thought so much more of it this whole time, read into the way he held her, soothed her, touched her. But there was never more than a kiss on her head like she was a child that pleased him. Her heart twisted sharply and she processed Alessa’s words. She could leave. But she would die. That’s what Angel wanted wasn’t it? And what would they have now? She would feed them all. They all loathed to drink from Adonis, except maybe Alessa but she was too concerned with killing any of them that she always left to feed. That meant that Eva
would service Angel. The thought made her wince. If she stayed she would see them everywhere too. She bit her lip, bringing her hands to her head, pushing her long curly hair from her face while she started to cry again.

“You can decide what you wish; take your time. We’re leaving soon, to get away from what’s happened. Please decide before then, and carefully weigh your options.” Alessa concluded, stepping away. She was no more than two feet away from her when she added, “You know I love you, you’re a sister to me.”

Love. Alessa said the word and it only made Eva wince. The brunette squeezed her eyes shut as she was left alone in complete and utter silence. Eva glanced up to see the leader of their coven return inside the house, closing the lingering swinging door behind her. Eva choked on air, her shock returning to her. She slid from where she had been sat on the rock onto the ground, her knees meeting the wet mud and grass with a thud while she tried so hard to cope with this swirling mass of emotions that enveloped her like a torrent. It felt like someone was stabbing her repeatedly. She was bloody enough to think that was the case. For a split second it seemed so true. She felt like she was dying, her innocence completely fading away; eaten up by this one moment.

It seemed like awhile that she was on her own. Eva sat, drawing her knees to her chest to lean her forehead into them, holding her hands over her head like she needed to shield herself from the beating she felt she was taking. Her heart was being ripped out of her chest by the very people she had trusted, and strangers who killed half of those she loved in an instant. And then there was the one man she had thought would always be there. And the one she had fallen in love with so deeply the moment she laid eyes on him. Derek. She had been right there on the stairs when he stepped in, and he had run to Angel and not her, soothing the other, coddling her in a way so much more loving. As she pushed back through her mind to the months she had been there, she found herself falling further into a glaring realization. She was nothing but a good time to him. A meal. And the gifts, well, they had convinced her to stay all this time hadn’t they? Didn’t this event cement that further? Eva was still outside on the grass on her own, struggling to even cope and he was no where to be seen.

But think of the devil and he shall appear.

“Eva?” Derek asked. Her head shot up and she stared at him, doe eyed but not so
flushed as earlier. No. It was a different stare. She looked at him with confusion and more than anything fear. He had just used her earlier, pinned her and took more than his fill. Now he was dressed in clean clothes and looking down at her, his eyes dark with that same hunger as earlier. Eva swallowed, before she turned her cheek to him and extended her left arm for him. That’s what he wanted wasn’t it? There certainly wasn’t anything else about her that he seemed to like now was there? "Take what you want," she sputtered, not looking at him, sniffing her nose and rubbing her burning eyes on her sleeve.

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Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides
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Alessa growled slightly as she watched Derek storm out of the door. His response was both what she expected, and not at all what she saw coming. True, having Adonis as a young vampire would be hard since he would have no training and a horrible bloodlust. But, Alessa believed that if they changed him, the Fallen would be less tempted to take him away. She suspected that having the blood pets was dangerous, as the Fallen would find them good bait to get the Forbearers to attack. If the blood pets became vampires, perhaps the Fallen would lose their interest in them.

Nonetheless, Alessa let Derek leave. Now was certainly not the time to argue. A discussion could happen later. She watched as Adonis began trying to clean up. Sighing, she made her way over to him. Finding him by the garage, she noticed the shovel and figured out his motive. Cleaning the home wouldn't do much good. "Adonis," she began. "Cleaning will not do any good. There is too much evidence and it might cause suspicion. We will just have to burn the house down." She looked up at him, trying to see in his eyes what he was thinking. "I'm sorry I did not consult you before speaking to everyone. I should have asked your opinion as to whether you wanted to be immortal."