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Dmitri Deon

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

Description

Fallen Slave


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Name
Dmitri Donovan Deon

Nickname(s)
-Toy, Fridge, and Scars. Each given to him by Helena.
-D, Mitri, Van, and Triple D. What his human friends called him.

Age
27

Birthday
October 2, 1985

Bloodtype
O+

Place of Origin
Marina, California

Likes
-Fighting
-Working out
-Winning
-Fine cuisine
-Boondock Saints
-The Forebearers
-Anything to piss off his captors


Dislikes
-Helena
-Khristof
-The Fallen
-Submission
-Fast food
-Bad cooking
-Being fed from by the Fallen

Fear(s)
-Being with the Fallen forever is his greatest fear. He hates it with them and he cannot bear to be with them much longer.
-Dying. His captors are aggressive and it is only his impressive endurance that has kept him alive thus far.
-His secret being found out.

Secret(s)
He wants to help the Forebearers and possibly join them – He's seen them out in public with their humans and envies how the humans are treated with the same respect as the vampires. Even the one with the smart mouth. He has no family or friends to return to. He has nothing left and to be released into the world now, he would have nothing. He wants what Eva, *Brendon Urie*, and Adonis have.


Personality
Dmitri was a happy guy growing up. He was spoiled and lived for the moment. After meeting Helena, that all changed. He became spiteful, cold, vindictive, and calculating. He cannot stand the presence of anyone and prefers to be left alone in dark rooms. That's where its safe. At least, for a little while. For a while, he hated anything and everything with fangs, though he seems to want to join the Forebearers more than anything else in the world right now. He is prone to violent mood swings at any moment. One moment he's calm and collected and the next, he's going about spewing hateful remarks and wishing death upon the world. He seems to have nearly lost his mind, often punching walls and talking to himself. He's also very prone to self-harm via razor blades. He's often tried suicide, but his captors deny him that luxury.

He still retains his spoiled - or maybe classy should be said - nature, refusing to eat anything less than fine cuisine. He hates McDonald's and Burger King with a passion that makes it almost weird. He shows only gratitude at his diet being respected, though he knows that they do it only so that he is healthy. Of course, they would never do anything kind for him unless it would benefit them. When he's away from the Fallen, which is rare, he doesn't seem to be able to show any care or kindness for others. He knows that he cannot go anywhere without them watching. If he dares to get close to someone, they'll just take them away just like they took away Brian.


History
Dmitri used to be a very happy guy. He had his boyfriend, his family, and his friends on his side and nothing in the world could bring him down. He came from a very wealthy family and had everything that a guy could ask for: Money, career opportunities out the ass, women, men, clothes. Everything. He was seventeen years old and had just graduated from High School, headed to Berkeley's College of Environmental Design to major in Architecture. He remembers how everything happened like it was yesterday - He was hopping fraternity parties and having a great time when he saw this beautiful red-head. He blindly and drunkenly followed her with as much of a goofy grin as he could manage, his boyfriend in tow. He thought that life was sweet as he headed for the threesome. He let the pair get cozy and headed into the bathroom in search of condoms. That's when it went south. He emerged from the bathroom to see the woman, who later identified herself as Helena, with bloodied hands and face. He was in shock, staring at his boyfriend's limp body. The next thing he knew, he blacked out. When he woke up, he found himself chained via collar and leash in a dark room, a sharp pain coming from his neck. He swung blindly, feeling fist meet flesh. The favor was returned with a quick backhand to the face, causing yet another black out.

For the past ten years, he has reluctantly been serving as nothing more than a refrigerator to Helena and her lot. He endures teasing daily about his lost love, driving him to violent outbursts. During the first few years, he was prone to constant escape attempts that resulted in a number of beatings. He was scarred emotionally, physically, and mentally throughout the years, though he never seemed to want to give up. He refused submission until an arm and a leg were broken simultaneously. He still fought back, but his efforts had been greatly reduced. As the Forebearers began to show up, he began to show a great amount of curiosity and watched them from afar. He soon grew jealous of their humans and made the decision that he was going to make a deal with them. All he needed to do was get close enough.

Anything Else
Kaleigh is the only person he cares about besides himself.

Skills
Architecture
Dmitri was planning to major in Architecture like his grandfather and father had. He had studied under them since he was ten years old. That's when he took great interest in the art and decided that he was going to be just like them. He caught on quickly and would often go to work with them and study the blueprints that they brought home and would even help out a time or seven. He built numerous tree houses and club houses for his friends with the help of his father, though when he was twelve, he built his all on his own.

Strength and Endurance
Architecture isn't just planning and designing. Its building, too. After having some issues from lack of strength, Dmitri decided to dedicate himself to working out so that he could build just as well as he could plan and design. After a while, it became just as much of a health habit as it was so that he could work. From staying with the Fallen for so long, he has actually grown stronger and has shown a greater amount of endurance than any of their other captives which is how he has survived so long.

Guitar
He can't read music, but he can play by ear. He took it up after some time spent among the Fallen. Music keeps him sane and he likes things that keep his fingers busy so that he isn't cutting himself.

Medic
He's no doctor. But his mother was. He knows how to treat wounds and basic illnesses. Like the common cold, the flu, and a few others. If you break a bone, he can stabilize it and lower the swelling until you reach an actual doctor who can take care of it.

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Human
Its self explanatory enough. He is a human among vampires, making him much weaker than they are. From the fragility of his bones to his inability to heal.

Kaleigh
Okay, she is seventeen. But since her arrival, he hasn't been able to help it. He fell in love with her beauty and her shyness. He envies her position in Helena's favor, but is happy that it keeps her safe. Or at least as safe as a human could be in her clutches. He has found himself coming out of his shell and doing things just to get her to smile and treating her wounds when Helena leaves them open. He even plays a few songs for her.

So begins...

Dmitri Deon's Story

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon
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Helena the Bloody


Bored. So fucking bored. And it was only 8 pm! The redheaded vampire could hardly remember the last time she had been this bored. She licked a stray drop of blood from the side of her mouth and closed her unseeing eyes, breathing in the heady scent of blood and fear, but even that couldn’t quell her sense of boredom. The young female at her feet was no longer breathing, in fact she’d been dead for a while, but then, maybe that was exactly Helena’s problem; humans died too easily, so she didn’t get to play with them for long. Especially not when she was hungry too. And Kristof was… somewhere. She had told him to fetch an old friend of hers, a friend who didn’t own a shred of technology. Probably because said friend had been locked in a cave for the last couple of centuries, and he hadn’t really had a lot to eat, or… anything to eat really. But then, it was time she let Trey out of his cage.

Not that she really cared to, but she’d known his location for quite a while now… after she had tortured it out of the female vamp who had tricked him in there, of course, and it might be about time she put it to good use. It would put Trey in her debt, and considering her old… familiar… had been a coven leader, she knew he had strings to pull. Not that she didn’t have her own, but she had them precisely because she took her time and figured out how to get them. It was an artform she had perfected over the years. And Helena forgot nothing. Her memory, although her mind was in bundles, remained perfect. Point was, however, that without Kristof around, the fallen leader got restless very quickly. It was a bother, but she trusted no one else enough to carry this task out. She sighed, eyelids sliding open once more to reveal blood red, almost glowing eyes. With that, she put on her sunglasses, which complimented her outfit, and picked up the dead, dry body of her latest victim.

As Helena got rid of the dead girl, who had had a rather irritating voice to be frank, she pondered how to make her evening more interesting. Who to play with? She could stay out and see if she could find something… or someone… interesting, but it was doubtful, because once Helena was bored, few things could catch her interest properly. She needed entertainment. Pronto. And who was more fun than her little pet? She smiled widely at the thought, already on her way home when she made up her mind. And oh, she would make Dmitri watch! Her smile broadened as she reached the house. She hadn’t done that before, but it had recently come to her attention that her food had decided to… care for each other. Cute little blood banks, weren’t they? Oh, humans were so delightful sometimes, and Helena found she was in a better mood already. A much better mood. She opened the door, pausing in the living room.

Her nose had told her at a distance that both of her desired lovelies were home. Not that they were out a lot. Rather, it would be weird to her if any of them were out, since she did not like to have them out of her metaphorical sights. Helena had a sadistic, playful smile on her lips as she called out, her voice almost too sweet, which was never a good sign to anyone but her, “Dmitri, dear, come along. You too, little bird.” Little bird was a nickname Helena had always used to address her personal slaves, and it didn’t change when her slaves did. Everyone knew “Little bird” was Kaleigh, and everyone also knew you did not ignore Helena when she called for you. Things would only get worse. Right now she only wanted to have fun, and Playful Helena was a lot more pleasant than Punishing Helena. She had so many lovely ideas in mind! Oh, it would be so much fun!

The redhead took off her sunglasses, putting them on the coffee table as she waited, smile still in place. Humans were such slow creatures, so she instilled patience in herself even though she was determined to end this streak of boredom. Some might worry that the two humans would not find her, but Helena always called on people from the living room, because it was in the middle of the big house, and they had both been with her long enough to know that. “Hop little bunny, hop,” she murmured without any particular reason except her still present boredom.




Derek Fleitner


Sometimes it sucked to be Derek. Sometimes it was pretty great, and at other times, it wasn’t so much himself and his situation, as it was… what he was. Derek had changed others, yes, and he had trained them too, but he had done that out of necessity, because if he was to be perfectly frank, he didn’t like being a vampire. Or, rather, he didn’t like the fact that he had to drink the blood of living humans. He could live on blood bags, yes, but his body could hardly choke the vile stuff down. He was terribly picky with his blood, and he was quite aware of that. It had been a problem many, many times, so he was grateful for the presence of Eva, for instance, even if he did feel guilty for using her like that. Or rather, using her feelings for him. But then again, he hadn’t been the one to invite her to become a blood pet. That had been Isaac, and Derek had not been happy with it, but in the end the advantages won out. To make up for it, though, he treated her nicely. Very nicely.

He never took from her without giving something in return. He could afford it. Which was why he was currently walking towards her room with a present, taking his sweet time, so much so that he was going at a human pace. It wasn’t far from his room to hers in the house, and he wasn’t in a particular hurry, even if he was in fact rather thirsty. Her tantalizing scent was in the air, beckoning him. It was a temptation he could not resist. One he wasn’t always entirely sure he wanted to resist. Why? Because it was so… good. Her blood was like being sent to heaven to him. He had always preferred B negative, but there was some flavor in Eva’s blood that made it all the more appealing, and at times he pondered if maybe the feeling she had for him made her blood all the sweeter. It was a possibility. He had never drunk from a girl who was in love with him before Eva though, so he had nothing to compare it to. Mostly because Derek never strove to make his victims fall for him. In fact, he never wanted any girl falling for him. Ever. He especially didn’t ever want to reciprocate those feelings. Feelings were bothersome, nothing else.

He was wearing dark jeans, and a black, v-neck, tight t-shirt which hugged his broad shoulders, showing off his impressive build, one you could only achieve through hard work. He was slim, but very well-muscled, and he towered over most, eyes intense. All in all, Derek had the kind of bad-boy, intriguing air that drew a lot of human females, and as much as he hated to admit it, he took advantage of it more often than not. Eva, however, was a pet and he wanted to keep her around, for numerous and wide-spread reasons, so he treated her in certain ways, even if he still charmed his way to her blood. As he reached her room, his knuckles rapped sharply against the door. “Eva?” he began, his voice always sporting that dark, sexy purr as he opened the door to her room. No one really bothered with modesty. Or at least, Derek never did. He was a very old vampire, and he’d seen what he needed to see. Merely watching a woman’s naked body could never get him going. After a couple of centuries, no female body ever really surprised you anymore. In fact, Derek hadn’t had sex in years; his body rarely stirred for anyone.

He smiled at her when he spotted her, closing the door behind him. She smelled so good, and he immediately felt his hunger growing just by being in the same room as her, and he knew his eyes had that slight glint of hunger in them. It was often mistaken for sexual hunger by humans, which was good, because his kind of hunger wasn’t quite as pleasant unless he chose for it to be. Which he more or less always did, releasing those toxins that made a feeding almost orgasmic to the human being fed on. Looking around, flowers were everywhere in her room, mostly orchids and roses, which Derek had gotten her. This time his gift was smaller, but much more expensive, not that that was an issue, considering how he made money by simply standing around. His little businesses more or less ran themselves by now. “Am I interrupting?” he added, his eyes landing on her once more. Not that he would leave if he was; a blood pet, or slave for that matter, should always be available. They were more or less paid to be. Which sounded so wrong, but it was true.




OOC note: It is 8 pm in the evening on the fourteenth of May. Also, the Forbearers have not yet moved onto the territory of the Fallen. Right now I'm letting each Coven have some calm interaction. Then the Forbearers move on after a slight time skip.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides
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“Zitta, piccola, e piegare le mani. Il sole ha impostato, la luna è alta, il mare canta per le sabbie, e poesie di veglia sono ingannato. Per molti una ninna nanna fata. Zitto, bambino --- il mio bambino! Sogno, piccolo, e nei tuoi sogni, levitare da questo luogo umile. Galleggiante su mellow, flussi di nebbia. Per terre dove abita solitario Maria mite, e lasciare che il suo bacio la tua faccia poco. Tu bambino --- il mio bambino! Dormi, piccola, e prendi il tuo riposo. E angeli chini su di te, dormire dolcemente sul petto che Padre che il nostro caro Cristo ha riconciliato. Ma non stare lì! Torna da me! Oh, bambino --- il mio bambino!” Two miles away from the home that the Forebearers lived, deep in the forest, a soft singing voice mingled with the pit pit pat of a soft drizzle.

A woman was lying on the damp ground, blue eyes staring up into the velvety sky. The forest was so quiet and so still around her as her thick accent rolled past her lips and pierced the otherwise quiet night. Angiluzza had strayed off earlier that night and had officially been gone for three hours. Not that anyone would miss her or even know that she was gone. Nobody ever knew where she was even if she was standing in a corner right behind them. Sighing, she bit down on her bottom lip, letting her fangs extend and pierce the supple flesh. She wasn't hungry. Her fingers were itching to dance across the beautiful ebony and ivory keys of her piano. She longed to be in the darkness of her room, letting music fill her to her core. “And so it shall be.” The Sicilian muttered to herself before rising from the ground. Waves of ebony and milk chocolate tumbled down her back, down, down, down to her knees. She didn't bother dusting off as she took off towards her...home.

Home was still such a...foreign word to her.

The home came into view and she glanced up, blinking at it slowly as though she had never been there before. She walked on the tips of her pedicured toes, up the steps and to the door. It came open with the gentlest push, swinging open slowly. The lights were off and she didn't turn them on as she walked bare foot through the shadows, eyes forward. To her room she went, her body clothed only by a large t-shirt that made clear her love for the band called Metallica. Her room was just as silent as the forest, filled with the scent of apple cinnamon; it was her favorite. She was greeted by a wall of the scent causing her to pause and close her eyes, letting it consume her. It mingled with the scent of her own body and earth. The mocha colored flesh of her body was pocked with earth and leaves that hadn't dislodged during her run, causing her to smell stronger of earth than usual. But she didn't mind. She grew up on the scents of earth and rain.

She left her door open, walking past her large bookshelf, running her fingers along the spines of the thick books. Journals, they were. Memoirs of her life. There were two missing that Eva was reading at the time. If the woman remembered correctly, Eva was around year eighty-five. That was when Angiluzza had left to Mount Song in the Henan province of China to learn Shaolin Kung Fu. She smiled in remembering at how long it took her to persuade the monks to take her on as a pupil. Thirty-four years she spent there to learn. She was so proud to return home and exhibit her skill. But she still would not present herself as an Enforcer until she learned at least one another fighting style. Eva would be getting to that part next.

Finished with reminiscing, she moved over to the grand piano that was smack in the center of her massive bedroom. Manicured fingertips trailed down the keys before she took a seat. While Angel was a patron of the arts and very much a lover of classic music from the Post Romantic era and the Renaissance era, she couldn't have helped but to have gotten into some of the music from the decades past. Metallica and Avenged Sevenfold had to be her favorites since the '90s. Slowly. So slowly at first did her fingers dance across the keys, delicately playing out Nothing Else Matters. It was by far her favorite song. Well. Perhaps Orion beat that song. Or Loverman. She couldn't decide. She admired and envied the guitar skills displayed by Kirk Hammett and the vocals by James Hetfield. She played with growing passion as the music played in her head and she imagined playing alongside them. Piano, of course.



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Dmitri's fingers were dancing across the strings of his guitar. Something Helena had given to him once upon a time when she was in a strangely good mood. Those moods were very disturbing to the blonde haired man. Alone in his room he sat, the lights all off. He wanted to be left alone in the dark as usual. Dmitri hated it when people came into his room. Dmitri hated it when people spoke to him. Dmitri hated it when people so much as looked at him. Dmitri hated people in general. Except for Kaleigh. His fingers stopped for a while as he thought about her. That beautiful, flawless smile. Those flowing, fiery locks. And those eyes. He got lost in them every time he looked into them. He loved Kaleigh even though he tried to make it not so obvious. He couldn't begin to imagine the terrible things that they'd do if they found out.

He shuddered at the thought. He would always pray that if Helena ever found out, Helena would have enough care for her favored pet that she would keep Kaleigh alive. Should Helena kill Kaleigh...Dmitri wouldn't be able to bare it. He would have to kill himself without fail. But that wouldn't happen. He and Kaleigh were going to run away! He didn't know when or where, but it would come to pass one day. And that day couldn't come soon enough for him. He dreamed of the day that he could run away with her. Of when they would have their own home away from any vampires. They would live happily ever after.

But what a dream it was.

When Helena's voice pierced the evening air, Dmitri cringed. She sounded like she was in a good mood. Great. He sighed and wondered what the hell she wanted him for. She never fed from him. Always from Kaleigh. She probably wanted to bitch at him again for whatever reason she could think. She did that a lot.

He let go of his guitar and rose as slowly as he possibly could, dragging his feet out of his room. He didn't want to see Helena's face. She was so beautiful, but she was so corrupt and cruel that it made his stomach turn. His hand wiped down his face as he groaned under his breath, making his way towards the living room where her voice had emanated from. He still could not figure out what the hell she wanted with him. Possibly to clean the house. He was stuck with chores a lot. Apparently vampires were far too privileged to clean up after themselves.



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Adonis had a great day. He had gone out on the town and spent the whole day at the movie theater. Or at least most of the day. He got kicked out for yelling at people and then starting a fight. Pfft! The damn old geezer shouldn't have been laughing so loud. Adam Sandler wasn't even that funny. After that, he went out to eat at Olive Garden. Alone. And then he went to the arcade. Alone. He did a lot of things alone. He refused to conform to his family's night life schedule. All the good things happened during the day. So he ended up doing everything by himself unless he could persuade Eva to tag along. But that hadn't happened today.

As he walked home with hands shoved in his pockets, he wondered what she did all day. Probably stared at Derek the whole time. He shook his head as he headed down the beaten path to the luxurious cabin that they called home. For now. They moved quite a bit from place to place. He did like the lifestyle that he was living now. Fancy homes, food in his mouth whenever he wanted, hot women, and money? Fuck. Yes. He grinned to himself before skidding to a halt. He heard a twig snap and went rigid. “Wh-” He was about to ask who was there. But he figured that would be pretty stupid. Instead, he ran. His suspicions were confirmed by the sound of multiple feet pounding the ground behind him. He didn't look back at all and instead just kept going. The house was just a little bit farther. If he could just make it...He'd be home free!

There! Right there! He was almost there and all he had to do was let his family handle the people chasing him. They could use crazy vampire powers. Or whatever. He was great and almost made it to the door. Almost. He attempted to leap up all of the steps at once and tripped, falling flat on his face. It wasn't too long that the feet stopped and he felt hands all over him, dragging him down the stairs. Paranoia took over him and immediately in his mind, he was sure that the members of the gang he was previously in had found him and were going to kill him. Voices of men filled the air around him and his vision went blurry as fists and feet pounded into his body. He cried out and writhed as he felt more pain in his left arm. Great! His arm was probably broken.

I'm going to die. That's it. I'm going to die. They found me. They've probably found Evangeline and mother, too. They probably killed them. At least I will be with them at last.

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts
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Isaac Warren


Isaac sighed and closed the blind. He had been looking for.. Well he wasn’t sure what. It had been a few minutes, or possibly hours, Isaac didn’t know. The man straightened his jacket and sat in a chair in front of his desk. He opened the old wooden drawers and pulled out a piece of paper and pen. He began writing. His handwriting was very neat, and beautiful actually. After years and years of writing calligraphy, he had become extremely talented. He sometimes even made cards for people, in return for money or blood. It’s not like he needed the money, but the blood was a different story. He wrote for a few minutes, taking up a sheet and a half of paper. The letter started the same way as they always did, To my dearest sister Marie, and ended the same way, With love from your brother Izzy. When he finished the letter and made sure the ink dried completely, then folded it carefully and put it in an envelope. He sealed it shut and walked over to his bed. He pulled out a box from underneath and opened it. It was filled with envelopes and little papers. There was a necklace and a dried white rose in there as well. He placed the new letter in with the rest and pushed it back under his bed.

He sighed once more and began walking downstairs to see what Adonis was up to. He was getting a bit peckish. He would find Annie after he got his bite to eat. Just as he was rounding the corner, he heard a desperate cry for help. He recognized the voice immediately. It was Adonis. He rushed to the window and could see there was a group of men surrounding another who lay on the ground. He walked to the door and once again adjusted his faded purple hoodie. He opened the door as rage filled his body. Adonis was his friend. Yes, he was a complete asshole sometimes but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to protect him. He was kind of Isaac’s responsibility, as of now. He grabbed one of the men by the back of his shirt and threw him ten feet away. He did the same with the others, receiving incredulous looks in return. He looked each one in the eye. “Don’t ever return here. And if you lay one hand on Adonis, I swear to God I will rip each and everyone one of your throats out,” Isaac said, venom dripping in his voice. His fangs were drawn back to intimate them even more. They all ran off. His threat was a bluff, but it sure as hell didn’t sound like it. Isaac helped Adonis sit up on one of the stairs. He silently inspected his wounds. His arm looked either broken or badly sprained. His face was swollen and bloody. Isaac licked some blood off of his owns hands then bit his own wrist. “Here, you need to heal,” he said and let Adonis drink from him. He always wondered what vampire blood tasted like to humans. Was it just like blood? Or did they get the same feeling as the vampires did? Isaac pushed the thought away. “Just make sure you don’t get yourself into any trouble and go dying on us. We don’t need you turning,” Isaac said and walked inside. His skin was feeling itchy and uncomfortable from being outside. He sat on the couch. Maybe he would feed from Jasper. Where was he?

Kaleigh Ann


Kaleigh was curled up in a chair reading a Harry Potter book. She was going through the series for the third time. A smile covered her face as she read, she couldn’t’ help it. He face always reflected what was happening in the book, and right now Fred and George were being funny as usual. She heard a faint creak of the door opening and closing. Someone was home, but there was no possible way to know whom it was. Kaleigh looked her door, and waited for anything that might tell her who it was. She hoped that it wasn’t Helena, and just as the thought crossed her mind it was crushed by a sweet sing song voice. “Dmitri, dear, come along. You too, little bird.” Little bird. Kaleigh heard the nick name and cringed. Coming from anyone but Helena it might be cute. It almost ruined the song Little Bird by Ed Sheeran. It was one of her favorites. Anything by Ed was what she liked.

“I’m coming Helena,” Kaleigh called out. She marked her book and put it on a nightstand. She shuffled out of her room and walked down stairs behind Dmitri. She knew he knew she was there, but they didn’t say anything. Kaleigh didn’t know why Helena wanted them both. She only fed from Kaleigh. Hopefully Dmitri wasn’t in trouble. Kal walked quietly into the living room and sat down. She looked up at Helena. She was looking happy and bored all at once. Either way, Kal knew she was in a playful mood based on her smirk and sweet voice. Hopefully it wouldn’t last too long. Absent-mindedly Kal let her fingers trail over her wrist and forearm. There were a few holes there from the last time, and there were pale pink and white scars scattered across her fragile skin. She could feel adrenaline starting to seep it’s way into her. Sometimes it came from just seeing Helena. Her body began connecting Helena to pain and fright, so upon receiving signals she was around, Kaleigh’s body released a small amount of endorphins. This didn’t do much for her pain, but rather associated Helena with a pleasant experience. It was all very complicated, and Kaleigh’s feelings and bodily reactions were always very mixed up. She sat silently as this battle went on in her brain. Every so often she would steal a glance at Dmitri.

Kaleigh wondered if she would get a day to herself soon. There were only a few days, maybe less than she thought that she could just lock herself in her room and not come out all day. That was usually when Helena was gone,or in such a foul mood she had to kill something. Kal knew she wasn't the vampires first choice to kill, so she was safe those times. Although, Kal had a feeling Helena would eventually get bored with her. Her chest tightened at the thought of being killed, but was immediately relieved by imagining escaping this horror. She just needed to keep Helena entertained. Doing things differently, attempting to surprise her. Those would be the only way to stay alive. Kaleigh had long dreamed of someone coming to rescue her. There had to be someone out there capable of defeating these vampires. In passing she had heard of another coven, the Forbearers. Apparently Kal was the replacement of a slave that was killed by one of these other vampires. She couldn't decide whether this made them better or worse than the Fallen.

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She knew she shouldn’t have started reading the book as soon as she started it, but so many people were talking about it. 50 Shades of Grey had to be good with all the buzz it was getting right? But the more she read it, the more her mind wandered. Lately she couldn’t read any sort of romance without her mind conjuring more desirable images, replacing the described male lead with Derek. She found herself at a particularly simple scene. The main character Anastasia Steele had gone out drinking with her friends only to get totally wasted. Drunk, she had called Christian Grey, the broken, dark and mysterious main man. He had shown up and they had squabbled a little but now she was puking into a small group of bushes outside a bar and he was holding her hair. Eva sighed, sitting on her bed with her back against the wall. Her knees were bent, and she held the book with one hand against her legs while her free hand moved to tuck her hair behind her ear, chewing on her lower lip. It was boring to her. She was almost fifty pages in and nothing more than steamy glances had been exchanged.

Normally she never flipped forward through a book but she couldn’t help it in that instant. She closed the book, reading the back cover before opening it again to a random page closer to the middle. Her eyes scanned the words and widened instantly. A deep flush crept over her cheeks and she shifted uncomfortably. She swallowed, ready to turn the page to keep going when a knock loudly interrupted her. Eva blinked twice and looked up at the door, finding herself still in her room and not the red room of pain described in the book so aptly.

“Eva?” Derek asked. Her eyes widened more so. The brunette looked down at the book in her hands and as he opened the door she chucked it across the room. It slammed into the wall and slid behind her laundry basket, which fortunately was filled and hid it nicely. Eva straightened herself out in the seconds she had before he opened the door. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a side pony tail, curling nicely. She was dressed in a simple outfit, aiming to be more cozy than sexy. It was not an outfit she would wear were she expecting Derek. Fact was, she felt plain. Her room was outfitted with seven dozen roses of various shades. Most were pink or red but last week he had found her blue roses, which stood out in a tall vase on the corner of her windowsill. Fairy lights were plugged in around the window itself to add more light – the room had come with only one floor lamp – and made them look beautiful. Added to that were various other favors from Derek – orchids mostly, of various colors and sizes. Her favorite was the smallest one, and by far the most delicate. It could fit in her hand and was the darkest shade of pink with nearly a dozen flowers. It was on her nightstand, so she could wake up to it. It was hard not to think of Derek when she was surrounded by his gifts. He never left her mind now.

When he entered she inhaled sharply. Eva felt herself tense, a wave of goose flesh running over her arms. She watched him scan the room momentarily before his gaze landed on hers. It was brooding and serious and dark all at once. She curled her toes in her socks, moving her legs so that they were crossed instead, her hands clasping one another tightly. His stature still caught her off guard whenever she saw him. She could never look at him enough. As he crossed the room she noticed the small gift in his hands. Another one? Every time she saw him he gave her something. But what did it mean? Did he like her the way she loved him? Oh there was that word again. Love. She couldn’t deny it. She felt it so strongly. He gave her gifts, he made her feel things she had never felt and so heatedly! Yet Adonis and Angel had both mentioned once or twice…that he might not…it wasn’t possible. He had to! She looked into his eyes and felt reassured that he had to feel something for her. He looked at her with desire, need. She felt it grow more intense as he stepped closer and she shivered.

“Am I interrupting?” he asked her. Eva immediately shook her head. “No, I was…reading. It wasn’t that good,” she struggled to reply, her voice soft and gentle. She knew she was in front of him, wide eyed and flushed. Stupid book already had her going. Now he was really in front of her. As she closed her eyes she could see him striding across the room, his legs discounting the space and his vampire speed making the movement take a split second. She could just hear him in her head. “I need you,” he would tell her, taking her hand and pulling her to stand. His strength would make her stumble into his chest…that strong and muscled body would catch her. He would bring his hands to her cheeks, running his thumb absently along her jaw and look down at her with a smile. “You’re so beautiful…” he would mutter and she would flush and then he would kiss her…

Except she didn’t know what that would feel like.

Derek shifted his weight and the floor creaked. The noise startled her, and Eva blinked rapidly again, clearing her throat and shifting so that she could sit at the end of her bed and put her feet on the floor. Part of her leg was numb from sitting cross-legged on the bed, even for a short time. “Sorry,” she murmured, looking up at him and moving to pull at the scarf she had on around her throat. Intuition had her prepare herself. It had been some time since Derek had fed on her. He had only nine times in the few months that she had been with the Forbearers. She would never forget the first time, how he had stirred her with his look, the feel of his lips against her skin. She shifted again at that memory too, squeezing her thighs together and staring at the floor. "How are you?" she managed to ask, trying to get him to speak, trying to stop fumbling with her words. I hope he doesn't think that I'm a fool.





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She was vibrating with fear and he loved it. Oliver stalked towards her, watching the blond woman shake and stare at the ground. She was backed into the corner of the bathroom stall, the loud music of the bar beyond blaring and echoing across the dark tiled floors. “Please,” the woman whispered. Oliver cocked his head to the right, running his tongue over his teeth. He had ensured that the door was locked. No one was coming, a cleaning sign was on the door and a bouncer was watching the hall to prevent people from storming in. Now he had his prey, a woman he had been hunting all night. She was young and he smelt it on her, the purity of her blood. Her friends were druggies but she wasn’t and she was glorious, glowing skin and white blond hair with carefree red and pink streaks. Dark eye shadow, boy shorts, a ripped black tank top and a glorious throat. Exposed and lovely. He could see her carotid artery racing, the pumping of her head was so loud in his ears. It raced with the bass of the rock concert outside, intoxicating him, egging on the monster inside him. He felt his fangs extend as he stepped into the bathroom stall and closed the door behind him, locking it.

“Please what?” he taunted her, hearing his smooth male voice run across the tile floors. She shivered at the sound, her skin erupting in goose flesh. She continued to shake however. Her friend was dead by the door after all, drained in an instant. The other girls’ blood was still dripping from his chin and onto his shirt, the indecent taste bitter on his tongue. Heroin was never pleasant and today it made him want to cleanse his palate all the more. And now that opportunity was before him.

“Please don’t hurt me,” she begged. It made him chuckle as she tried to squeeze herself further into the corner of the bathroom stall, cowering and shrinking as she bent her knees and tried to shield herself. As if she could.

“Oh I won’t hurt you darling,” he promised her. “You see, I can make this...orgasmic for you.” His explanation drew her glance, a small peak over her arm as his charm flowed and she found herself curious. That was all he needed. He reached out and grabbed her left arm, pulling her towards him sharply. She screamed but Oliver clasped a hand over her mouth, pulling her back to his chest and wrapping his hand around her, holding her hands with his one and locking her to him. He tilted her head back and drew his nose along the length of her neck. He couldn’t help but kiss her, drawing his lips along the sweet spot below her ear where it met her jaw. She tensed beneath him and he felt her tears run to his hand. She was vibrating with fear which was excellent. After all, he liked his blood shaken and not stirred.

“Hush,” he cooed, leaning his face into her cheek, feeling the warmth of her friends blood between them as it smeared from his face and onto her unblemished cheeks. “Stay still,” he ordered. Oliver tested her, releasing his grip from her hands to draw his fingers up her side, diving below her shirt to draw a nail up her ribs, cutting into her. The scent of her blood was immediate and his eyes dilated. His fangs extended and he swooned, drunk on the smell all at once. He moved to bite her, sinking his teeth into the meat of her throat. She moaned as his hands moved to coddle her body while he took what he wanted. The blond spasmed beneath his hands and in seconds she was dead, pleasure lacing her face as he stepped back and dropped her without an ounce of sincerity. The blonde’s body bounced off the toilet, spraying the porcelain with blood, before rolling off onto the floor.

“So good, see,” Oliver proclaimed to the girls’ corpse. “That didn’t hurt.”

He stepped out of the stall and caught a glimpse of himself in the vanity mirror. The music kept playing but his hearing zoned out when he saw himself. The front side of his outfit was drenched in blood, the blue fabric of his shirt crimson while his jeans were drying brown. His face was coated, the blood of his prey smeared and sprayed across his face. It was that sight that made him glance back at the bodies of the two women on the floor. It came so quickly he screamed. The raw guilt hit him harder than a stake to the heart.

He looked back at the bodies again, and he felt his knees buckle slightly. Oliver caught himself on the sink, but his strength was so much so that it ripped the thing clean from the wall. A jet of water sprayed out at him and he hissed, ducking away from it and watching as it rushed like a geyser at he bodies. It did nothing to help him. He moved quickly to the windows to the top part of the ceiling. He punched it out of the frame and lept with practiced grace through it. He found himself tumbling into a fire escape, the metal snarling as much as he was as he rolled and stopped when his back slammed into a corner of the rusty stairs. His head slammed into it, hard enough to send an irritating reverberation through his skull. For a moment he sat there, breathing deeply, looking down at himself. He brought his hands into view, seeing the residual flesh beneath his nails, and blood caking his knuckles, running in places where it was fresh or wet. His fingers shook momentarily before he clenched them into fists, standing and jumping from the escape to the building’s rooftop. It was time to go home.

The house was smaller than they normally stayed in. Oliver knew it was likely temporary, a good thing considering he had drained some fifteen people in their short stay in town. He knew another two to the spree would likely draw attention. And tonight he had left the two of them in a public space. He’d broken for the first time in months. He was still in that frame of mind as he entered the Fallen stead. The living room was abuzz as Helena was seated with two of their pets present. He slammed the door behind him and cast a glance over them all, knowing he was still covered in blood, knowing that his eyes were warmer than normal, knowing moreover that he looked tormented. And he was. Oliver brought his sleeve to his face and wiped it, kicking off his shoes before he walked without a word up to the upstairs bathroom.

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As Helena waited, the sounds of their current house told her all she needed to know, even as Kaleigh called out that she was on her way. Already Dmitri was moving from his room, the sound of his guitar having ended abruptly, and soon Helena heard Kaleigh shuffling her way out of her room too. Her unseeing eyes were alight with sadistic glee at the plans she had in mind. Scarlett was in the bathroom, showering, and the scent of Oliver was getting stronger by the second. Hmm, someone was on his way home… bloody. She tapper her right cheek in thought with that realization. She knew he was going through human in this town faster than any of them, and though she adored the way he would viciously rip through his victims, the numbers were starting to catch her attention. And the fact that he hadn’t washed off before coming home? Well, that was never a good sign. She could smell his panic, and she bared her fangs in response just as Kaleigh and Dmitri made it into the livingroom. Immediately she snapped back into the moment, her smile back.

She loved all the different little responses she could scent on Kaleigh, and oh, she would have Dmitri angry and desperate soon enough. Dmitri was in the doorway as Kaleigh moved to sit on the couch, her gaze moving to Helena once in a while. She didn’t herself know how she saw so well without her sight. All she could say was that the rest of her senses had taken over in every way. Her ears and nose went a long way in telling her what went on around her, and speaking of which, Oliver burst into the house in that moment. Helena remained silent, knowing her humans would stay put and her red eyes directed themselves at Oliver, letting him know she acknowledged his homecoming, but she did so silently. The vampire wasn’t quite sure whether she was more angry or amused with Oliver, and she needed Kristof here to take care of these little things. She hummed a little tune as Oliver went upstairs, and soon Scarlett was getting out of her shower. Helena growled, the sound feminine yet threatening at the same time.

“Basement,” she told Kaleigh and Dmitri. They would know this was an order to go there, and she was no longer in the mood to be nice. The basement held all of her little… toys. They’d broken a lot of bones on Kaleigh in the past, but Helena always healed her with vampire blood afterwards… then took good care of her. Most of the time, the redhead’s moodswings were so extreme she couldn’t keep track of them herself. As soon as the word left her lips, she was between Oliver and Scarlet, her front towards the male, her movement so quick it was nothing but a blur. Her hand moved suddenly to clasp Oliver’s neck, nails digging into the skin which was impenetrable to most things, but not her. Her red eyes had a vicious, evil glint in them as she completely ignored Scarlett, her superior strength keeping Oliver in place. “What did you do, dearie?” She asked Oliver in a deceptively sweet sing-song voice, her nails digging deeper. Right now she was tempted to rip off his head, she was that pissed off.

Helena was not in the mood to clean up Oliver’s mess, which usually meant she wouldn’t, because such was the way of Helena the Bloody; she followed her own wants and urges, not those of others. “Because I think the puppy misbehaved… and you know what I do to little puppies who misbehave.” In an instant then, she suddenly let go of him, a grand smile on her face as she licked his blood off of her nails, and before he even got to properly reply, she chirped “clean up your mess, little puppy, or there will be no sweets for you.” And off she was, shoving Dmitri and Kaleigh the rest of the way into the basement, closing and locking the door behind her. She was suddenly happy, her issues with Oliver promptly forgotten. It would all come back to her in a little while, but for now her focus had shifted onto something much more fun!

She grinned at them as she reached behind her to tie her hair in a ponytail, her voice calm and instructive as she told Dmitri “go sit in that chair over there,” and gestured towards a wooden chair in the corner of the basement. On each side of the chair, iron hooks had been recently installed. She seat had a perfect view of everything in the room. Especially the metallic, long table in the middle. On it were chains of different varieties attached and above it, a mirror was situated so that her victim would be able to watch itself. Sometimes, though, that wasn’t her goal, and she would turn it around so that only the wooden side could be seen. On one wall, a huge metal grating had been put up, little spikes in every place the rows of metal met each other. Next to it hung several different whips and beneath, a drawer was situated. This contained all of Helena’s small knives, scissors, simple cuffs and the like.

By the other wall, a line of shelves had been hung and on it were what looked to be medieval torture instruments like the Pear of Anguish, the Spanish Tickler, the Thumbscrew, Crocodile Shears and so forth. Helena didn’t often use her older torture devices as they had lost their magic a while ago to her, but if she was really serious about hurting someone, in terms of revenge, they would be taken into use. She’d never used any of them on Kaleigh as she tended to… want to actually keep her alive and not die from bloodloss. At the end wall, Helena had an older torture device called the rack, placed. It was a fun one, although she usually wanted to be a little more hands on with her victims. Mostly they were all displayed to cause fear, and they did. The sight of these things usually brought on a bout of panic which was always amusing to watch. Helena’s red eyes turned to Kaleigh. “Clothes off, little bird,” she told her, that sliver of sadistic glee back in her voice. She was getting back into the mood.

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Helena was smiling and that always made Kaleigh anxious. She sat waiting for Helena to say something, anything. Helena wasn't focused on Dmitri or Kaleigh, but rather she seemed dazed. She must have been paying attention to the others in the house. Oliver walked in the front door, looking upset and covered in blood. Although the sight wasn't pleasing, Kaleigh found it impossible to look away from him. He didn't acknowledge any of them, but Kaleigh didn't expect to be greeted, especially since Helena was there. He soon disappeared, but Kal could hear him trudging up the stairs. She blinked a few times and looked back to her lap. It was a useless thought, but she hoped Helena might deal with Oliver instead of starting a game. When Helena began humming, the young girl watched her. It was impossible to know what she was feeling or thinking, but if Kal knew Helena at all, she might guess the woman would be frustrated with him coming home so bloody.

Basement, Helena said. As soon as the sound met Kal's ears, Helena was gone. Slowly getting up, she smoothed her sweater and began walking to the basement stairs. She avoided meeting Dmitri's gaze. It was obvious she was afraid, but she didn't want to know what he was feeling. Why is he coming to the basement too? Kal wondered as she carefully stepped down the stairs. In the year that she'd been in this place, she felt like most of her time was spent down there. She could feel the heat coming off of Dmitri as they walked down the stairs. Suddenly, she felt Helena's hand on her back, pushing her forward into him. Kal heard the familiar click of the lock as she stumbled down the stairs.

When she reached the floor she staggered forward slightly, trying to catch her balance. She never did have good coordination, and it was just magnified being surrounded by vampires, who had perfect control over their bodies. Kaleigh began biting her lip as she watched Helena. She was looking quite giddy as she pulled her hair back. “Go sit in that chair over there,” she said to Dmitri, and pointed across the room. Kaleigh had nicknamed it the throne, because it had the perfect view of everything in the room. Kaleigh's head began spinning. She always felt jumpy and nervous while she was down here, no matter how many times it had been. Helena liked trying new things, and Kal wasn't completely opposed to that, because that made sure Helena didn't become bored with the young girl.

Kaleigh kept her focus on her feet. She didn't want to see Dmitri's face. She thought maybe he hadn't spent this much time down here, so she figured he would be looking at the torture tools anyway. The human girl had a lot of the weapons memorized by what they did, and had even sorted them in her head of which were the worst. The moment she dared to look up, Helena's eyes landed on her. Her heart leapt to her throat from the look in her eye. Kaleigh forced one thought into her mind, At least she isn't angry.

“Clothes off, little bird,” Helena said. Kaleigh hesitated and tears came to her eyes. Normally, she wouldn't feel like dying so early in. However, now, she understood. The factor that kept this little game interesting was having Dmitri there. Kal knew full well that Helena wouldn't feed from him, so that meant he was just there to watch. For the first time since they were in the living room, she looked at Dmitri. A flush covered her face and she looked back at Helena. Thinking only of ways to kill Helena, Kaleigh began slowly taking off her clothing. First, her tan sweater, then her simple t-shirt. She slipped off her jeans and socks. She folded everything neatly in a pile, something she always did if Helena didn't stop her first. She stood there in her underwear, on full display. She slung her arms over her chest as a look of complete and utter shame distorted her face. She had a few white and pink scars all over. She would have had more, but when Helena healed her, the wounds didn't scar, and it also helped with fading past marks. She claw marks across her rib cage that Helena decided could heal on their own. The scars were bright pink.

"Helena, please don't do this," she pleaded with her, taking a step forward. "I'll do anything I swear just please make Dmitri leave," she begged her. Her voice was shaking, but she tried her hardest to keep it steady. "I won't complain anymore, I'll be good I swear it to you," she said, as a tear escaped the corner of her eye.

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Dmitri glanced over at Kaleigh as they were instructed to head into the basement. He resisted pulling his face into a deep scowl. What the hell had he done now and what did it have to do with Kaleigh? He shuffled behind Kaleigh, pulling up the hood on the jacket that he usually wore and shoved his hands into his pockets. Helena was probably just on another one of her episodes. Dmitri despised it when she decided to go mental out of nowhere and then take it out on either him or Kaleigh. Though he preferred that it be taken out on him.

He took his sweet time going down the steps into the basement, keeping his head low. Without his guitar or blueprints to occupy his thoughts, he couldn't help but to keep his mind from drifting off into thoughts on how he might escape and return to kill each and every one of them as well as how he would kill them. His latest idea involved looking for a group of vampires that Lucan called the Forebearers. Helena hated it when Lucan talked about them so Dmitri didn't know too much about them. But he did know that they were different from the Fallen. In a good way.

I'll start with Roxanne. That stupid bitch will never see it coming. She's not a fighter, either. Its been a while since I've fought. But I'll train and then I'll cut her head off. Then...Then I'll kill Oliver. He's such a hypocritical bastard. I'd be doing him a favor. And then Kristof. Fucking prick – I'd make sure to kill him as brutally as I possibly can manage. Could I draw and quarter him? No. He'd probably be stronger than four horses. I'll think of something. Lock him in a room and starve him to death. And Helena...I could chop her head off and burn her body. Or starve her, too. Let Kristof's body rot a little and throw her in the same room. His rotting body will be the last thing she ever sees and my laughter the last thing she ever hears.

He smirked to himself as he imagined rather vivid images of each and every one of the deaths he had planned in fast forward. He almost missed what Helena had ordered. Glancing around at her toys, he scowled before flopping into and slouching in the chair. Roxanne thought she had an attitude about following Helena's orders. She really had nothing on Dmitri's foul attitude. Dmitri kept his gaze down until Helena's next words reached his ears. His jaw tightened as he tried his very best to re-imagine more ways to kill Helena. Things that were more fucked up than what he had already come up with. He turned his head to the side out of respect for Kaleigh, refusing to look upon her body.

Sure, he had thought about him and Kaleigh in that way before. Of course he had. But as much as he enjoyed the idea, he didn't want to see her this way. Never like this. As Kaleigh pleaded that Dmitri leave, Dmitri parted his lips for a few brief moments as though he were going to say something. But he thought better. Anything he said would only fuel Helena's little game and further embarrass Kaleigh. He had seen her body before, but only viewed it in the way that a doctor might. He had always refused himself arousal in her presence. And he would refuse now even though every part of him screamed for her.




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Angiluzza's fingers skipped a few notes in her playing.

Odd. She never missed any notes.

She perked her ears some to listen for what had disturbed her from deep within her thoughts and immediately heard pounding feet. One set was Adonis. He was wearing the new shoes that she had gotten for him – Size ten Air Mac 95s. He never wore dress shoes; always wore running shoes. Probably because he was so paranoid that someone was always after him. She sighed as the sound of four more pairs of feet running right behind him. She sighed in an irritated manner, her face pulling into a light frown. He was always stirring trouble in every town they went to. He probably snuck into a club again and hit on some guy's girlfriend. Or he went to the movies and hit on someone's girlfriend there. It didn't matter because everywhere he went, he was always hitting on someone's girlfriend. Sometimes a few wives. She winced in remembering the time a Navy sailor caught him in bed with his wife. Angiluzza teased him about it for about three months – How could she not?

She didn't make a single move to go and help him. Why should she? Derek, Annie, and Isaac were all at home and Angel wasn't a fan of Adonis using her coven as his own personal body guards. And right she was – For it wasn't too long until Isaac was at the steps dealing the the trespassing males. Angiluzza sighed for it was Alessa that soon followed, checking quickly upon Adonis before leaving him with an apology. The scent of the Brazilian-Grecian's blood reached her nostrils and made her frown – She found O negative to be positively disgusting. Squinting, she moved away from her piano, now rather irritated. She hated when Adonis was fed on within her presence.

It wasn't too long until the scent of cooking food reached her nose. Her bright blue eyes lit up and she clasped her hands together. She loved it when Jasper cooked. Of course, she didn't need to eat human food. But she loved the way it tasted and Jasper was such an excellent chef. Purring to herself, she undressed herself and replaced the oversized t-shirt with a short black dress that looked like Tinkerbell's dress and slipped on little shoes that matched. Smiling, she ignored Eva's scent as she stalked down the hallway. She wondered if she would creep out people by climbing along the walls like a spider.

That would be totally ninja. Epic on a whole new level. Pleased with her thought, she continued on her merry way. She was as silent as a predator stalking prey. With that particular thought in mind, she thought that she might as well grab herself some of Jasper's food with a side of Jasper. She giggled at her own little joke just as she came into the kitchen. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the pale man standing over the stove. Her mouth watered as she zoned in on the blood thundering through his veins and the scent wafting under her nose. She tiptoed silently, focusing on him rather than the food. The only thing blocking her was the island counter. She didn't let it bother her, leaping up on it with ease.

Any human not used to her presence would have been frightened at the sight. She was crouched like a feline, clad in black, stained with dirt, and gazing upon Jasper the way a child gazed longingly into a candy shop. Angel was...strange. To say the least. She was a lot more cryptic than the other vampires she kept company with and that proved often enough to unnerve the humans living with them at times. “Jasper, dear. I'm absolutely starving. Might I have a bite?” Angel never took without asking. That was just her being nice. When denied...Well. Let's just say that it was rare that people living with her told her 'no'.




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Adonis was curled into the fetal position with his ears ringing. He hadn't even noticed that Isaac had come to his rescue until he found himself seated on the steps and a strange liquid filled his mouth. Isaac left before Adonis could bring himself to reply. He frowned and swallowed what he identified as vampire blood. It didn't taste like human blood but it also didn't taste bad. But he also wasn't about to go stark raving mad when he didn't get it. It had a strange...exotic taste to it. Tangy...Spicy. It was like human blood with a dash of chile pepper.

He sighed as his arm began to slowly feel better, though he still had it laid in his lap awkwardly. Before he could get up and go inside, Alessa was standing before him. Though to many she would look frightening, he found it attractive. Then again, he found everything about her attractive. He was smitten with the vampire's beauty and the way she cared for those around her. Growing up, humans always thought that vampires were blood-sucking demons and they only lately became nothing more than a trend. Because of books like Twilight and House of Night. Ever since he moved in with his new family, he viewed things differently.

He saw vampires as simply those who were higher on the food chain. Which is why humans despised them. Because they were frightened of those with more power than themselves. That's how it always was. And it would be a cold day in hell before someone ever said anything cross about Alessa or anyone else in the Coven and wouldn't hear about it from him. He couldn't really do as much as they could. But that didn't mean that he wasn't going to still try.

“I'm alright.” He told her, offering a cracked smile as she sat down and rested on his shoulder. She never had been this close to him before and it made his heart race. He knew that he was her favorite blood type...but she would never take from him. He was hardly fed from and it was usually Isaac and Annabelle who would feed from him. Sometimes he felt as though he was just...there. He turned his head some and noticed that Alessa was leaning really close to him. For a moment, he thought that she meant to kiss him. His face turned red with color as he leaned in as well, lips puckered.

And then away she went.

She was gone from the home altogether before he could even process what happened. His anger spiked. Anger at himself. Of course she didn't want to kiss him! She was just hungry. Now he looked like a total idiot in front of her. More than usual. Shaking his head, he growled and stood, limping towards the house. With his blood no longer running and the bruises fading, he headed straight for his room in the attic, kicking the door shut behind him so that it shook the attic and caused a few photos to fall.

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts
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Helena the Bloody


She heard Dmitri shuffling along to grudgingly obey her orders, and as he sat, she uttered her order for Kaleigh, listening as the girl slowly took off her clothes. The vampire could practically smell as comprehension dawned on her, her human mind finally grasping the concept of Helena’s game this night. Her smile grew as Dmitri’s bristling anger filled the room. Oh, yes, this was going to be fun. Then again, Helena could change her mind half way in and leave both of them tied up to do something more fun. She’d forgotten about Kaleigh a couple of times in the past, merely leaving the girl tied up in the basement, because she’d become distracted. It wasn’t really that unusual.

After a while she’d recall her little human because she’d get a little hungry and then be reminded of Kaleigh’s scent under her nose, but it could take hours. One time she’d gone hunting elsewhere and completely forgotten the little redhead in her basement for almost a day. Since no one else was allowed down there, unless she expressively told them to, no one had come to get her, and she’d been a little hungry and thirsty once Helena thought of it. She’d felt bad for a while about it, cooing at her pet, taking care of her like a mother would a babe. That was the other side to Helena. Her moods and her personality swung back and forth, not really consistent at any way, and sometimes she would get very motherly with Kaleigh.

A disturbingly amused smile grazed her lips when Kaleigh then began begging her to make Dmitri leave. Oh, this was simply joyous! She crouched down in front of the girl, her right hand moving to gently caress the young girl’s cheek, wiping away the tear. “Now, little bird,” she cooed, “what would be the fun in that?” Her smile grew as she stood and she clapped her hands in excitement, spinning around to move to Dmitri in the chair, binding him to it with heavy chains, one wrapping tightly around his neck and the chair to keep his head completely steady, and his eyes pointed towards Kaleigh.

Then she let a few nails run down his neck, almost in a caress as she purred into his ear “it’s no fun if you don’t watch. Close your eyes and I will cut off your eyelids. Hers too.” This was as much an experiment as a game to the female Fallen leader. She wanted to break Dmitri entirely, to diminish every bit of fight he had left in him, choking it out of him like sand would a flame.

She wanted to figure out just how much Kaleigh meant to Dmitri, because he was astoundingly good at withstanding pain, even when she tortured him. Sometimes it was a fun challenge, and she always won it, but at other times she got bored with him halfway through. However, if Kaleigh was who she thought to him, well, then Helena could pride herself on having found a lovely little weakness in the stubborn human. She grinned up at Kaleigh, her eerily red, unseeing eyes focused on her, even as Helena’s cheek remained against the side of Dmitri’s face, her body bended downwards slightly. She knew her touch was nauseating to Dmitri, and she loved it. She loved the effect she had on him, just as much as she loved the one she had on Kaleigh.

She straightened herself then, one finger twirling in Dmitri’s hair, the nail scraping against his scalp without breaking skin. “I believe Dmitri and I would like you to remove all of your clothes, little bird.” Helena then purred before stalking towards the small, frail thing, a hand quickly unclasping her bra then, nail slicing through the sides of her panties, effectively removing the fabric. “Hmm,” she hummed then, smiling once more as sadistic light lit up her eyes. Yes, this would be a fun game.




Derek Fleitner


The male could easily feel Eva fidgeting beneath him, and he knew she had to confused, a little hurt, and probably shocked too at how this felt as oppose to the other times he had taken her blood as his life force. He hated this. He hated that he needed to do this. Hated Alessa’s timing. Hated that he was forced to behave so unlike himself. Her whispering of his name registered, but he didn’t pay it much mind. In fact, Derek knew exactly when a human wouldn’t be able to take any more, and he had an impressive amount of self control in… well, all that he did. He felt really bad about doing this to her, though. She deserved better; most humans did, sure, but her in particular. Eva was a sweet, caring, and helpful type of girl, and generally he’d have wished her more than this life…

But, he hadn’t had much of a say in the matter. She had been insistent and though Derek had since berated Isaac on the matter, telling the kid never to make coven decisions without his or Alessa’s counsel at least, he had let Eva stay. And the taste of her blood reminded him why. It was heavenly, his senses sent into a intoxicating spiral as he sucked from her, his tongue lapping up any stray blood. He was in a hurry, but he didn’t need to be messy. He moved the hand on her hip around her when he felt her growing weaker, steadying her against the wall as he selfishly stole her blood. How was he going to make this good again? How could he possibly explain his situation to a human?

Generally, Derek wasn’t your open, talk-about-whatever kind of vampire. In fact he detested small-talk, and he despised explaining himself to anyone. He would have to with Eva, however; he knew that much. When Eva finally whispered to him that she felt sick, he pulled back simultaneously, carefully sliding his fangs out of her neck, gently licking the small puncture wounds, almost like tending to a wounded loved one in regret. “I’ll make this up to you,” he promised her quietly, moving to scoop her into his arms like you would a bride and as he cradled her, he pecked her forehead sweetly, giving her a vague smile, his fangs back in hiding at this point. He gingerly placed her on her bed and sighed, putting his small gift on her bed, next to her pillow.

It was a small thing, but it made him feel at least a little better about the whole situation. He would have said “sorry” if he were the type to. But he wasn’t. Not even when he genuinely regretted his actions, and sometimes that bugged him. He hadn’t uttered a proper apology in all of his life. The closest he got was “I apologize for…” and that was really more of a kind warning than an apology to him. He hadn’t missed the sound of Adonis, but had more or less ignored it, much like he was currently ignoring both Angel and Jasper downstairs. He gently brushed a hand through Eva’s hair, murmuring “just rest. You’ll feel better soon.” Or, in about an hour or two anyway. That was the usual coping time when he had fed on a human this way.

Then he left her room without another word, closing her door behind him, a slight sigh escaping the male. Fucking Alessa and her lack of control. It still stunned him, how you could be 1601 years old, and not have mastered the art of self control. She was worse than Lucan and Angel had been when they were new. Of course he was there for her, and he supported her, but he didn’t understand her. He couldn’t.

Soon, the tall vampire was inside Alessa’s car, riding shotgun, although he hated it, his movement nothing but a blur in the wind. He looked at her then. He had fed on Eva in only a minute’s time, total, so she hadn’t had to wait for long. He gave her a brief nod, gaze turning out the window in the next instant. “Let’s go,” he told her, saying nothing else. He was still a little upset with her timing.

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Kaleigh Ann


The feeling of Helena's hand on her cheek sent shivers down her bare spine. She tried her best not to flinch away, knowing she would get reprimanded. Kaleigh stole a glance at Dmitri. He was looking away. She sighed softly. What did she expect? Sure he had seen her before to tend to her wounds, but nothing like this. Kal blinked back any remaining tears as Helena clapped her hands and turned to face Dmitri. The girl pulled her hair over her shoulders and watched as Helena binder him to the chair. She real was the most horrific person, no monster anyone could come across. As the thought came, another whispered behind it, reminding Kaleigh of all the times Helena cared so greatly for her. When she tried, the vampire could be very loving. Although it was an act, and Kaleigh knew it, she wished it wasn't. She liked being taken care of. Once again, the thoughts in her head collided. She only needed to be taken care of after a particularly bad feeding. But maybe she wouldn't get punished if she was bad.

The girl was pulled back to reality when Helena spoke. She was shocked to see Dmitri staring at her, but Helena was forcing him. She clenched her fists and forced her eyes to stay on Helena. The vampire was whispering in Dmitri's ear. From the look on her face she was having fun, and from the look on Dmitri's, it was obvious it was only fun for her. Thinking was better than letting her mind stay there, so she let herself drift to her thoughts once more, if only for a second. If Helena learned of hers and Dmitri's care of one another, she knew she'd be dead. Kal thought about all the different ways Helena would kill her. Maybe she'd just snap her neck. But then she thought about..

".. Dmitri and I would like you to remove all of your clothes, little bird," came Helena's dangerous voice. What would Helena do to him if she knew? Helena came towards Kal, causing a shiver of fear to run through her body. She stepped back, but Helena had her arm around her back, unclasping her bra. Before she knew it, she was completely naked. A shriek left her mouth as she tried to cover herself. She had never been fully naked in front of anyone but Helena, and of course her mother, but that was years ago. She fell to the ground and scooted back towards the metal table, trying her best to hide behind the bars. This would be a normal reaction if anyone else was down here, but she couldn't help but think that everything she did might give away her love for Dmitri. Her entire body began to tremble in embarrassment and fear. She clenched her fists to try to still her body, but it was no use. This couldn't be happening.




Isaac Warren


As Isaac was making his way to his room Annie blocked his path. He began to smile, but then saw the look on her face. Oh, she was angry, or maybe she was annoyed. She must have seen him go outside. "You could have got yourself hurt out there you know," she said looking calm. So, he'd gotten it wrong. She was here to point out all of his mistakes. Being close to someone was a wonderful thing, but sometimes it had it's downfalls. Being close enough with a person to point out their flaws and mistakes is a big deal. It's important to be there for someone and help them understand how to improve, but right now Isaac didn't want to hear it.

"Oh I could have?" Isaac asked sarcastically. He tried to walk past her, but she blocked him once more. "Ann, I'm a vampire. Remember? You're the one who changed me, 130 something years ago, ring a bell?" He asked her condescendingly. He wasn't being completely serious, but he was still annoyed.

"Never go into a fight without back up, especially when you don't really know who the opponent is, do you understand?" She asked him, her tone becoming more serious this time. Apparently she hadn't like his sarcasm.

Oh well. "Yes, mother. I understand perfectly. But that doesn't mean I will listen," he smirked at her. A voice tugged at his mind, stealing his attention. Izzy, listen to her. She is trying to protect you like I couldn't. Isaac's mouth opened, it had been a long time since Marie had visited him. He looked around the room, his blue eyes wide and wild. Suddenly, he found it, a shadow on the wall! It was Marie it had to be. He smiled and then turned his gaze back to Ana, when his thoughts provoked him to get her to leave. He hated doing it, because he loved being with Anabelle, but he was sure he could find her later.

"Annie!" he said, like he hadn't just been talking to her. "I'm sorry, I'll do my best to stay out of trouble. But right now I have to go," He awkwardly smiled once again and patted her head as he walked past her, following the shadow. He mumbled under his breath. It would have been inaudible to humans, but a vampire would be able to hear it loud and clear. Although his speech was mumbled, and no words could possibly be made out. He was saying Marie, I will find you. He searched the walls, but she was gone. He'd lost her. He fought the urge to cry and returned to the foyer where he left Ana. "Nevermind. Do you want to get a bite to eat?" He asked her.

Normally, someone might think his behaviors were strange, but after being with this coven for over a century, they had gotten used to it, and just taken him for odd. Somewhere, his sanity, if that even existed was telling him that this phase wouldn't last that long. He would be his normal self soon enough. Or was he himself right then? He blinked a few times before speaking once more. "Where is Jasper?" He asked again, almost to himself.

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Scarlett Wilsten Character Portrait: Roxanne Tataeu Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Lucan Norvel
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The brunette, the redhead, or the blonde? It was hard to pick because they all looked so beautiful and smelled so delicious. He could be a glutton and take them all home. His friends would love that he brought home snacks. He would save the very best for Helena. But which would she prefer more? The one that scares easy? The brave one that would fight back? Or the one that tasted the best? Maybe she'd play a game. Have him let them take off into the woods so they could all play cat and mouse. Helena loved to play cat and mouse.

He finally decided that he might try to woo them all. And why not? It would be far too easy considering how American women would swoon at small things. Such as the slightest hint of a foreign accent. British, Irish, Scottish, and heavy Hispanic seemed to be the newest trends. He had witnessed swarms of women simply fall over themselves trying to be the one on the arm of The Foreign Man. It was absolutely pathetic and rather shallow. But then again, he was rather used to shallow considering the company he had been keeping for the past couple of centuries or so.

He watched as they sat in their little group, whispering among each other, placing bets on who could get them back home and into their bed first. How sad that whores grouped together as such and turned such an act of intimacy into sport and game. Show some pride! he thought to himself. Kristof wasn't runner-up for the Nicest Guy in the World Award but he did have some standards. He never did have a taste for harlots – Not even in his before-death life. He was always a one-woman man. Well. Now he was Helena's. Though she didn't know just how much.

Running fingers through his hair, he flashed a grin to the women. He wanted to vomit in his mouth at the obscene gestures being made by the redhead. What had happened to the human race? Resisting shaking his head, he moved away from the bar and headed for the women. Their whispers died to a hush as he drew closer. They instead resorted to fawning over his appearance. He was wearing a white tank top and a pair of Sean Jean denims with black DC shoes. He was feeling pretty bored and lazy when he woke up, but the pride that rippled through his body accompanied by the dark stubble that he allowed upon his face.

He finally came to a stop and perched upon their table. He didn't touch any of them and he wasn't going to. If it had not already been made obvious, Kristof wasn't a fan of humans. They were weak, vain, and trashy. They were food and absolutely nothing else. Sometimes they were toys. But that's exactly it. They were objects not worth the affection or praises of the beings higher than them. He laughed at the humans that thought themselves worthy to share a bed with creatures of the night and wanted to vomit when said creatures actually did share a bed with them.

“So, big boy. What'cha sippin' on?” The brunette was an African American woman who's hair framed her face in thick curls and didn't extend past her shoulders. Kristof gave a shrug and a smile. “You tell me. You girls have been staring at me rather hard for quite some time.” His accent was heavily Italian, forcing the girls to choke down squeals, though he was drowning in the scent of their...moisture. He growled under his breath, though it was audible enough for them to hear. Instead of being frightened or even a bit weirded out, they simply moved closer, batting fake thick lashes in an attempt to get ahead in their 'race'.

“Well. A friend of mine makes a killer 4 Horsemen. Jack, Johnnie, Jose, and Jim mixed together. You ever had one?” He started out slow with idle conversation. The redhead was closest to him and had rested her hand on his knee. “Oh wow. That sounds really strong. I've never had one.” She smiled. Jersey accent. She had an irritating tan that looked almost orange, her lipstick was too red, and her hair was so big he had no doubt that it could house at least three families of birds and rent out a single room for a bachelor. But he winked at her despite it all. “It is. If you guys are down for a party...” He didn't have to finish because they were already grabbing their clutches and waiting for him to lead the way.

While a challenge thrilled him, being lazy and taking the easy snacks provided him with more idle time to spend trying to please Helena. Thinking of how submissive the woman made him without even trying made him sick. But he couldn't help it and he really wasn't sure whether or not he minded. He drove his old Chevy pickup truck quickly, contemplating the thought. There wasn't enough room for all of the girls in the front of his truck, so they had fought over who would sit in his lap. In the end, the blonde beat the others in a game of rock, paper, scissors.

“Pathetic.” He had muttered to himself.

“What was that?” The blonde glanced at him with a light smile. She was a Washington native. That much he had picked up from her nonstop yammering on and on about her life story. Abusive parents, always dated losers, hoped to settle down and marry soon. All before she turned twenty-four. He didn't see what the rush was these days when it came to settling down. What happened to taking it slow? Maybe taking it slow was an easier feat for him because he had forever.

“We're here.” He smiled, nodding to the house that they were coming up on. No matter where they went, they always lived away from town and near the forest. It was easier for them to carry out their daily activities this way, plus nobody could hear their helpless victims screaming for at least five miles. Which was always great for their little...games. Plus it kept them out of the eyes of nosy neighbors. They liked to bring their snacks home sometimes so they could share and it was never a good thing when neighbors decided to point out that they last saw the victim with them. Investigations had gotten a lot more thorough over time. He remembered when you could kill someone and if the killer wasn't found within three days, the law said fuck it.

He and the girls scrambled out of the car and up to the house where he let them in and locked the door behind him. “I thought you said there was going to be a party. Are we early or something?” The brunette turned around and popped up her left hip, doing that weird head bob that seemed to be popular. Back in the nineties.

“Oh no. We're just in time. In fact – You're all the guests of honor.” He smirked and cracked his knuckles. “Honey, I'm home.” He didn't bother to call out, knowing Helena would have already smelt and heard him coming at least five minutes ago. He had been gone for two days, letting out some vampire that she had a quarrel with and locked up some time ago in a cave. She had starved him for a while. She didn't give him the specifics because he didn't need them. All he knew was that after they finished hunting down and tearing these girls apart, he was going to play his own hunting game with Helena. He smirked to himself, shivering at the thought of hearing her scream for him again. Feeling her raking her nails down his back and tearing into his flesh.

Another shiver ran down his spine as he inhaled deeply, Helena's scent intoxicating him in a way that no human's blood ever could. His body stirred some as he opened up his eyes. The girls were trying to escape. Oh – So they were playing inside the house? Were they hoping that it'd play out like in the horror movies? They'd sneak around the house and hide in closets with a knife and then barely escape with their lives after some weird accident kills the killer? Oh, Helena was going to love this. Helena loved when they fought back. Whatever got her more riled up, the better. He watched as they ran towards the kitchen. He just stood there. He listened. They fumbled around looking for knives. One of them cut herself – Ooh! O positive. Helena's favorite. His fangs slid out as a menacing grin etched itself across his lips.






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There she was, sitting across the bar in the heavily crowded club. A woman of great beauty; she had hair as dark as a raven's wings that cascaded down her body in thick curls and framed the delicate features of her face. Her skin was ivory like the porcelain mini-statues he kept on a shelf in his room. And her body! Good lord, her body! She had curves in all the right places. She looked over at him with bright green eyes and offered a shy smile. The Irishman grinned back and adjusted the lapels on his new Gucci suit before moving away the area of the bar that he had taken occupancy of only a few hours ago.

“Can 'ah buy you a drink, miss?” Lucan flashed her a winning smile and smirked inwardly as she openly swooned at his accent. American women...American humans were so easy to captivate. So long as you possessed a foreign accent, they would rob a bank at the snap of one's fingers. It was highly amusing to the vampire. "I'll take a Jack and Coke. As long as you're buying." She tried her best to purr out a faux hispanic accent but she failed miserably. He didn't show his absolute disgust and instead contorted his face as though she had just spoken the most fascinating thing he had ever heard in his life.

The woman was so easy to manipulate that it almost made him sad. Where was the challenge? But his boredom did not once show on his face as he continued to woo her at the bar before escorting her to the dance floor where he went a few rounds with her. Women these days had absolutely no sense of class. They thought they'd find husband material by wearing tight-fitting clothes that were a size and a half too small and then grinding their junk on them. And they wondered why so many of them were raped outside of bars. That was like teasing a lion and then wondering why the lion tore off your arm.

The woman came alone to the crowded club, having just got out of a fight with her roommates. She was just looking to have some fun and find someone special. She had a good feeling about tonight.

Why wouldn't she be able to find Mister Right in a club? Her sister got married that way. But her sister was also abused daily. But that could never happen to her, oh no! And Lucan was such a gentleman and so sexy. Nothing could go wrong with him, she thought as she danced with him, feeling safe wrapped in his arms as he whispered romantic sweet nothings into her ear.

By seven-thirty, he was on his way to a hotel room with her. She offered to take him back to her place, but that meant neighbors. And roommates. People who would see his face. When she turned up missing, they would all look at him. He hated investigations. People of this century were so thorough. No. Instead, he offered her a motel room where she wouldn't need to worry about her roommates knocking on the door, asking them to be quiet. For he assured her that he would have her screaming. That it would hurt so good that she'd be begging him to stop. They had both grinned about it, though he had smiled for much darker reasons.

“It isn't the nicest place that I've been taken to. But you're well worth it. You're so charming. So sexy.” She giggled in an annoying way. pulling him by the tie into the motel room when they had arrived. He hated that. When a woman was attractive but then opened up her mouth and everything about her was annoying and fake. He also hated when people tugged on his clothes. He paid far too much for his clothes for the threads to be ruined by easy whores tugging on them in an attempt to be sexy. Lucan simply grinned and shut the door behind him.

The woman, who's name he had learned was Shaunee. was attempting a sexy dance while removing her clothes. He sat on the edge of the small, single bed and watched. “Dance slow. Like I'm the last man you'll ever please.” She paused with wide eyes, interpreting it as “If tonight is completely perfect, then I'm your new husband.” Though his meaning was far darker than she could imagine. He found the way she wound her body, dipping low and grinding her derriere on the floor rather...disgusting. He couldn't be any less aroused if he was watching a fat midget make love to a donkey. In fact, he thought that he may have found that more arousing.

Maybe that was being a little over dramatic, but the point was made.

The woman was atrocious. As she began to strip, he finally found something about her worth getting aroused for. Her body was perfection. And his great eye-sight enabled him to see that it was all natural. He loved natural bodies far more than those fake ones women got nowadays. Going to doctors to have fat sucked out of them and then put back in for curves. Having silicone shoved into their breasts. Ugh - Laziness is what it was. He loved a woman that kept up with herself through natural means. Dieting, exercise, and those such things. It seemed that this woman kept a rather rigorous work out. “I'm a personal trainer.” She smirked, as though reading his mind. She had stripped down to thong and heels, just about to take off her heels. “No. Leave the heels.” He murmured, unbuttoning his jacket and shirt, sliding them off of his body. She grinned and continued to dance, letting him undress. It didn't take him long to get nude.

Lucan wasn't a very buff man. He didn't have bulging biceps or a six-pack. Hell, he didn't even have a four-pack. He looked as though he hadn't seen a decent meal in three months, really. He was a sickly man before he was turned and his body was frozen to be forever so and she was not pleased. “Uh, no hunny. I don't think so.” Her face contorted some and she dropped her arms, standing up straight. “Look, honey. You packin' and everything.” She gestured to his hardened member. “But you really ain't gettin' with me lookin' like that.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and bent over to gather up her clothes, intending to leave.

Lucan sighed and came up behind her. using his strength to hold her gently, brushing his lips against her neck as he whispered, manipulating her. “Give me a chance to provide you with a nigh' you'll nae forget soon. My body is this way from cancer. I want to enjoy my last days with a beautiful woman.” The woman melted into his accent again and with such great length pressing against her, she couldn't resist. “You're pretty strong for such a scrawny man.” She mumbled as he turned her around. He smirked and soon had her in his arms mounted on the wall.

He always made sure that his meal enjoyed their last few minutes of life. He loved the scent a woman exuded when in heat and the way her heart would race with each passing moment. Nothing could beat that rush. But what was even better was experiencing it all and drink from them at the same time. Draining them of their sweet life force. Plus, he preferred screams of ecstasy over screams of pain.

His fangs slid out in that way that they did, slowly sinking into her, leaving various marks along her arms, chest, and neck before settling just over her heart. She was crying out in ecstasy as he released a Toxin into her that would send into a frenzy of pleasure as he drained her to death. “You're seriously into some kinky shit!” She gasped out, clawing at his back in response.

He himself had to muffle a groan as her sweet life blood began to flow into his mouth. It was warm and oh-so-sweet! She soon began to realize that she was growing weak and it wasn't from being tired. It wasn't from the sex. She realized what was happening and tried to struggle but the pleasure was too much. She begged for more. She begged him to stop. And then she begged for more again. She didn't know what to do.

But Lucan did. He kept feeding. On and on and on he went. He didn't stop until her body no longer moved and her heart no longer beat. He sighed, pleased with his meal. Then he frowned. There was a funky aftertaste that he was none too pleased with: Steroids. He threw her body away from his and proceeded to clean up. He showered and got dressed in no time. There wasn't even a single spot of blood on the floor. He had lapped it all up. He sighed and hoisted her body over his shoulder.

The ride back to the house was long and irritating. He had stopped to dispose of the body by feeding it to the wolves deep in the forest. Since they had been in Washington, he had been feeding them the bodies of all of his victims. He had even come to consider them to be pets. They'd come around the house sometimes. He had a couple of pups in his room, even. But he always kept the head, the shoes, the clothes, and the accessories. One thing that was easily noticed about his victims was that they wore designer clothes, new jewelry, and were all the same size as Roxanne.

He pulled up to the house, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. Helena was home...Oliver. Scarlet. Dmitri. Kaleigh. Kristof was finally home. But no Roxanne. He began to frown until three other scents wafted under his nose. Three women. No doubt Kristof had brought Helena some snacks. Or maybe they were all going to play cat and mouse. Shrugging, he got out of his cherry red 2012 Chevy Impala and ran straight to the house.

He knew the front door would be locked, so he instead scaled a nearby tree that extended up to his bedroom window. Inside his bedroom was pretty classy. Everything was designer from the sheets on his bed to the clothes hanging on racks. His room was actually pretty huge – Second only to Helena's. Only to accommodate all of his shoes and outfits and paintings and other little collectables.

He was greeted by cute little barks and two wolf pups jumping on his legs. “Heya loves. Don't worry, dinner's comin'.” He smiled and crouched down, scratching behind their ears as the wagged their tails happily to the familiar Irish accent.




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Dmitri refused to so much as look at Helena simply because he did not care to grace her with his gaze. He didn't look at Kaleigh out of respect. When Helena touched him, he wanted to haul off and slap her. But he simply tensed his body. Her cheek pressed against his was almost too much to bear, but he stood...or sat his ground. He had been put through a lot of things by every vampire in the house. From having his limbs slowly broken to slowly bleeding out from several cuts. He had even been forced to play in their cat and mouse games. He didn't mind much after he thought about it – With him as their punching bag, Kaleigh and Scarlet were generally safe.

He didn't really like Scarlet. He thought that she was a deranged idiot. But chivalry was one of his better qualities. Even if it was incognito. He mostly put up with the abuse for Kaleigh, though. There were times before when he would see Helena in a bad mood and headed for Kaleigh that he would distract her by acting out. Maybe that's what this was all about. Maybe she knew. Great – That's all he needed; her to find a weakness. But he was still hopeful that Kaleigh would be able to convince Helena to keep him for her. Did she care for him enough to try that?

He was torn from his thoughts by Helena's voice. Her threat made him literally turn stark white. He was having trouble believing what he was hearing, thinking that maybe he had heard wrong. But here he was being forced and bound by chains to look upon Kaleigh. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't. He could never do anything knowing that it would hurt Kaleigh. He did all that he could to protect her. And Helena knew it now. He watched unwillingly as Helena moved to Kaleigh and stripped her down fully. He wanted to close his eyes, but he knew he couldn't.

His eyes locked onto Kaleigh's, pleading for her forgiveness. He never meant for this to happen and he could only blame himself. He should have kept his head down. But he couldn't! He couldn't help but to fall for the beautiful redhead. She was just so sweet and kind. It broke him down to see her in any sort of pain. Right now he only wished he could break from the chains that bound him and sweep her up into his arms. He wanted to brush away the tears and tell her that it was all going to be okay. That they'd escape one day. But he couldn't. He could only watch and feel so helpless that it was almost pathetic.





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Helena smiled to herself when Kaleigh shrieked loudly, the sound ringing her ears. It was a sound of embarrassment, not pain, but it would do for now. Besides, she could feel Dmitri’s gaze pointed towards the two of them, and that alone told her exactly what she needed to know. Had it just been himself, Dmitri would have remained defiant, spitting venomous words instead of complying. Oh, this was a lovely little bit of information, wasn’t it? As she was about to move towards Kaleigh with the intention of forcing her onto her legs, however, she straightened entirely, closing her eyes. She thought she’d caught a whiff of her beloved Kristof, and she soon found that was exactly what she had.

It was still vague, but it was there, and it caused another kind of smile to brighten her face; one of excitement and joy. She had missed her companion unbearably and to have him back would entirely cure her of the boredom still guiding her actions. Her grin widened when she then detected humans with him. Aw, thoughtful puppy, wasn’t he? She had yet to be able to distinct them properly but it wouldn’t be long. In the meantime, feeling giddy with this news, the redhead moved, her legs taking her to Kaleigh with vampiric speed, and she grabbed one of the girl’s arms, yanking her up forcefully before lifting her up in one smooth movement.

Helena put Kaleigh on the metal table easily, starting to hum the tune of Prokofiev’s "Montagues And Capulets", voice lyrical and pure as she methodically chained up the girl, not really paying attention to her words or reactions, instead her nose and ears were busy keeping track of Kristof and his three girls. An O positive – Kristof got the good ones -, an O negative, it seemed, and a single A positive. Hmm. Oliver wasn’t home, but he would be soon enough, even if she didn’t think him deserving of another meal. Honestly, however, the scent of Kristof himself was what had her riled up the most. Their attraction had been instant. As soon as she had turned him, electricity had sparked between them, and it hadn’t stopped since. Instead, it had only gotten all the more intense with their many years together.

Once she had secured Kaleigh on the cold, metal surface, heavy, spiked chains artfully draped and wrapped on her body, the small spikes boring into her skin, deep enough to pierce skin and draw blood, but not violently so. Instead, every one of them had barely a trickle of the red life force. It would hurt one hell of a lot should she move, however, because they would only go deeper. Her smile broadened, satisfied with her work as she stopped humming her former tune, replacing it with the oddly calming work of James Newton Howard in “The Gravel Road”. It was an odd combination, considering Helena’s actions as she got out a small knife, not speaking a word as she, smiling, put the tip right above Kaleigh’s navel, slowly cutting a skin-piercing pattern all over her torso.

It was painful, yes, but what Helena had in mind would be even more so, so right now all she was doing was… in preparation, which showed in her lack of reaction to anything Kaleigh or Dmitri did right now; she was focused on her task, and on making it as artful as possible, in spite of the fact that she couldn’t actually see it. She registered Kristof speaking to the girls outside, but she had yet to finish with her work, and so she kept going, only just finishing when the scent of another’s O positive caught her attention. Her head snapped up then, a grin spreading on her face. That’s right! Kristof was home! With guests!! By now, Kaleigh’s upper body was a beautiful, albeit morbid, pattern of shallow cuts.

Giddy with excitement all of a sudden, Helena dropped the knife in her hand, leaving it bloody on the floor, and Kaleigh bloody on her metal table, Dmitri still tied to his chair and she leaped up the stairs, her movement a blur as she pounced on Kristof, her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck in a moment, pushing him against the nearest wall, which groaned with the force. She grinned up at him, her lips then brushing kisses up his jaw. “Mmm,” she purred, before nibbling on his ear, nicking it slightly, but she licked away the drop of blood that surfaced slowly. “You’re home!” she exclaimed then, excitement clear in her voice.

Then she turned her unseeing eyes towards the kitchen, the source of noise, before she grinned slowly, a wolfish grin; one of a predator. “And you brought playthings,” she added, very pleased with him, Kaleigh and Dmitri completely forgotten, arms still around her favorite vampire. She had missed his touch. Missed his scent. The sound of his voice. But yes, most of all, the feeling of Kristof was… amazing.

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Scarlett Wilsten Character Portrait: Roxanne Tataeu Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius Character Portrait: Annabelle Jefferson Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo Character Portrait: Lucan Norvel
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Lucan had arrived and took his window into the home. He smelled like he had just finished a meal. But he could be a bit of a glutton sometimes. No doubt he'd share his meal with the mouthy Frenchie when she came around. But neither of those two were of Kristof's concern. He glanced over as Scarlet came downstairs only to have a knife hurled at her. A smirk crossed his face as she dodged it. Though he thought it would have been funner if she would have gotten hit. But then poor Oliver would have been upset. Again – He didn't care.

He didn't have to wait long for the reaction he wanted, for he soon found Helena's arms wrapped around him and his body pinned against the wall. His smirk turned into a smile as his own powerful arms wrapped around her slender body and he buried his face in her hair. He inhaled just as she did, taking in her scent. Helena's scent was far more intoxicating than any blood ever could be. While blood aroused his hunger, her scent aroused...him. He let his fingers press into her sides as he held her close, brushing his fangs against her neck.

“I assume that this means you missed me.” His trademark smirk returned as he pressed his forehead against hers. He hated to have been away from her, even if it was only for two days. It was two days too long. He moved his left hand over her body, slowly tracing up each curve, cherishing each one before he cupped her face. “I thought that you'd like to go out for dinner. But then I thought better and decided to bring home some takeout.” He dipped his head down to the much shorter woman's, capturing her lips in a ravenous kiss. He loved that privilege. Of touching her. Whenever he wanted. Wherever he wanted. That was something that was allowed for him and only him. Helena was his. And...well he was hers. Even though he'd never tell her so.

He nicked her bottom lip with a single fang, gently sucking the blood that rose up from the tender pink flesh. He was both enjoying his little welcome home committee while also giving the girls a little head start on arming themselves and hiding. He was hoping that they'd get outside – It was a lot more fun chasing them through the woods. But they were so slow that the games didn't last very long. That's why he preferred his games to be with Helena. The rewards were so much sweeter. Both metaphorically and literally. He lifted his head some as he heard the backdoor open. They were escaping, making him smile. “You know. We could get a round in while they start running...” He grabbed her by the thighs and hoisted her up around his waist. The wall damn near cracked with the force he put into it when he spun around and slammed her against it.

“But. I so love to make you wait.” He snickered, putting his forehead against hers again. His nose went to the air for a moment as he finally registered the scent of blood. And a lot of it. It wasn't from any of the girls he had brought home... “Oliver's been an idiot again, hasn't he?” He growled, tightening his grip on Helena. He had respect for Oliver's ability to fight, but he didn't like the way the man went apeshit while feeding. He left a trail. And Kristof doesn't like trails. Especially those leading back to himself or Helena.






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“Kaleigh...” He forced the tears threatening to fall to stay back – He couldn't let Kaleigh see him cry. He watched in utter horror as Helena restrained Kaleigh and began to carve into her skin. He struggled against the chains, wanting nothing more than to beat the living shit out of Helena. Even if it killed him. “Stop...Stop it!” His voice was hoarse as he leaned forward, the chains pressing into him. Helena seemed off in her own little world now, enjoying her la-la land. But it was over soon as she dashed off upstairs.

Dmitri slumped as much as his body would allow, grinding his teeth together. He sat in silence for a few minutes before slowly parting dry lips. “I...I'm sorry, Kal...” His voice was cracked and the pitch hinted that he might actually be crying. He was. Small rivulets trickled down his face, dripping from his chin. “This is my fault. I never meant for this to happen to you...God. Please forgive me.” He had diverted his eyes elsewhere, but he found them drifting back to her. He refused to look at her body, keeping them locked onto her face.

“If she kills me. Promise me that you won't do anything stupid.” His voice had grown serious, though still a bit cracked. “Just promise me that....Okay...love?” He kept his composure as best as he could. He was mentally bracing himself for Helena to come back with Kristof. He knew that the Sicilian was back. That was pretty much the only thing that could get Helena to stop her games. Even if only for a little while.






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Adonis was busy brooding upstairs. He had the guitar that Alessa had bought him when he first arrived, playing absolute nonsense. He wasn't even sure if it was a melody. His fingers weren't dancing across the strings, they were just...strumming. He didn't want to talk to anyone and he didn't want to see anyone. He had turned off all the lights in his room and shut the curtain over the small, circular window. He wanted to be alone in the dark to brood. Immature as it may be, that's what he wanted.

“Eu sou tão idiota de merda. Claro Alessa não queria me beijar. Ela é uma vampira. Eu sou um ser humano. Ela não vai querer alguém que acabou de morrer em mais 80 anos. Ela não quer alguém que vai olhar como um homem velho em mais dez ou vinte anos. Não significa que não pode ainda tentar.” He was muttering to himself in Portuguese, glaring in the dark at the floor. He loved Alessa. Not the idea of her. Not that she was a vampire. Not that she was gorgeous. He loved her. He hated that he couldn't know as much about her as he wanted to, but he still loved her.

As much as he thought it to be a secret, he wasn't exactly familiar with the vampires' ability to pretty much smell emotion and hear every change in the human body. He didn't know that every time Alessa so much as smiled in his direction his heart would literally skip three beats. He didn't know that when she accidentally brushed against him, he held his breath and reeked of want and need. He didn't know that every night they could hear his whispered prayers that Alessa would one day love him.

No. He didn't know.

He was drawn from his brooding by the knocking and voice of Annabelle. He frowned. Not because he didn't like Annabelle, but because he wanted to be alone. But what would a little company hurt? It wasn't like he could say no. She'd probably kick down the door if he did. Sighing, he set down his guitar on his bed as carefully as possible and eased over to the door. He pulled it open just enough for him to peek out with one eye. “O que você quer?”






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Lucan had already removed his shirt and was searching through his closet, aided only by the dim light of the moon shining through the branches and a candle lit on his nightstand. He settled for a plain t-shirt, knowing that he might just go ahead and play the game with the others. He didn't want to bloody up any of his outfits. He had just pulled it over his head when Scarlet had slipped in. She was promptly greeted by Pierre and Adelaide, as Roxanne named the two wolf pups, growling and snapping at her feet; Lucan found it funny that they didn't like females besides Roxanne.

“If we keep you alive long enough for you to see them hit their teenage years, I won't stop them from tearing you apart when you let yourself into my private quarters.” He moved towards the door, blocking her from entering any further. “Pierre, Adelaide. Va te coucher et attendre pour la nourriture.” Roxanne had taught him French years ago and that was the language he spoke when speaking to both her and his pups. He watched as they whined with tails between their hind legs, scampering off to their little plush bed.

Lucan then turned his ruby gaze to Scarlet. It wasn't that he didn't like her – She was alright enough for a human. But she was strange. And he thought she was stupid. But Lucan really didn't think highly of any humans. Scarlet might be his second favorite of the humans that were in the house with them. Dmitri had been around much longer and Lucan admired the man's strength and endurance. He wasn't half-bad for a human. But Scarlet was still Scarlet – She was a tasty treat and he didn't mind the conversation either.

He regarded her with a lifted brow before moving some so that she could come in further. “Need something, I presume.” He canted his head, speaking with his usual Irish lull.

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When Kristof’s fangs brushed against the skin of Helena’s neck, her eyes automatically slid close, a soft purr emitting from her throat. She loved the way he held her; so firm and dominant, forceful almost. Helena craved it just as much as she needed control in the basement. Although she was 400-some years older than Kristof, he had always been strong for his age, and well, she always let him dominate her like this, because she loved it, and so did he. Kristof, even as a human, had been an exceedingly dominant figure, and it had not changed nor diminished with years, which was a joy, because Helena would have probably lost interest if he’d ever changed in that manner.

She grinned when he interpreted her correctly, and pressed his forehead against hers. Her eyelids slid up again, allowing him to see her fully blood-red eyes. Helena’s irises had looked to bleed over when her vision had started fading, and now they were… well, gone. She had the white like all others had, but her actual eyes were fully red, oftentimes glowing with one emotion or another. It was a wonder that though she saw nothing, her eyes were still highly expressive of her current emotion. Maybe that was because Helena’s blindness was not a natural one. In fact, she was the only vampire she’d ever heard of who’d gone blind.

Not that she particularly needed her sight, but she did miss looking at the people around her, Kristof especially. She remembered what he looked like clearly, but they were old memories. Centuries old, to be frank. When he began feeling her up, his hand wandering along her body, she smirked, wanting him badly already. “It seems the feeling’s mutual,” she murmured in Old Italian, his native Roman language. The two had a tendency to switch between languages all the time, although mostly English, Ancient Greek (as was her native language, which she had taught only him), and Old Italian.

Whenever they spoke of something no one else was to hear, things switched to Ancient Greek, a more or less lost language. Some could read it, but none could understand it when spoken. She giggled when he told her of his plans for food. “Aw, you know how much I like fastfood,” she purred, a grin on her face. However, the mood change almost suddenly from playful to intense when he kissed her, his mouth demanding, craving and taking exactly what it wanted from her. She gave in, her body his to command as she responded, lips working with his, letting him set the pace like always. It was an odd contrast, in reality. Then again, most things with Helena were odd contrasts.

She moaned lowly into his kiss when his fang made her blood available to him, her eyes rolling back. This was bliss, and in response, her nails dug into the back of his neck, the other hand pulling on his hair tightly, although it took quite a bit more to tear out the hair of a vampire than that of a human, fortunately, or both herself and Kristof would be bald by now. Even through the pleasure, Helena was highly aware of everything around her. The three females moving outside, the door slamming way too obviously behind them. She was glad. No hunting was really as fun inside. Generally humans were terribly slow, and so both she and Kristof let them run off.

It wasn’t like she couldn’t track them down in the fraction of a second anyway, and there was no one around for miles. Plus, she was busy as it was. But Kristof drew back, causing her to pout playfully at him. Soon, however, she was laughing with glee, slammed against the wall as she was now, she felt it groaning behind her. Her legs tightened around Kristof, as her laughter turned into an excited grin, her eyes alight with lust for him and him alone. Helena’s body was responding to Kristof’s like clockwork, not missing a beat, and she couldn’t help but feel expectations building. Sex was one of the few things Helena could always focus on, no matter how insane a period she was in. Maybe that was part of the draw; how clear her mind became.

“I’d say two,” she noted, tilting her head slightly to the side as she listened to the girls, their breathing pattern and their frantic discussions on which direction to go. They would divide soon enough… once they heard a wolf howling, or the like. She much preferred it that way, in fact. Rather three singles than one group. It was more fun playing with them like that, letting them hear each other screaming from afar, building the fear. “They’re rather out of shape. The adrenaline won’t last forever.” She let her tongue slide over an exposed fang, a wolfish grin again on her face. “And it’s much more fun to spike the fear back up again once they think they’re out of danger. They’ll be tired and frantic.”

She hissed at him suddenly when he spoke of making her wait, her nails digging deeper into his neck. She wasn’t angry, nor was she upset per se – in fact, again she was oddly aroused by his teasing – but she was frustrated. Helena wasn’t accustomed to going two days without sex, and she missed it. She could feel his attention shifting, though, and she tilted her head to the other side, listening, her senses working furiously to make up for her lacking sight. He was sniffing the air, she gathered instantly.

Then he growled, speaking of Oliver. The scent of the blood he had dragged home was still heavy in the air, but Kaleigh’s blood was mixing with it. The female vampire made a sound in the back of her throat, almost like a mixture between a growl and a hiss, at the reminder. Oliver had blissfully slipped her mind for a while, but now it all came rushing back. “Little puppies shouldn’t be allowed to roam free without supervision,” she replied coolly, which was basically Helena for “oh yeah.” She closed her eyes, burying her face in the crook of his neck, his scent calming her instantly. This was Kristof’s gift, even if he did nothing to acquire it; he could draw her back into reality simply by being near.

“He’s cleaning up his mess,” she purred then, back to calm, even if she knew Kristof would be furious with Oliver until he had gotten rid of the immediate anger in some way. On the subject of messes, Helena straightened as thoughts of Kaleigh and Dmitri caused a cruel smile to curl on her lips, her brain finally telling her that she had heard their conversation in the basement. Dmitri was crying, oh it was simply too good. “Oh, I heard a little bird singing,” she told him, changing the subject like only Helena could. “And she just helped me break our stubborn blood.” She grinned, victorious.

She didn’t even think of how weird her words were, or how they could be taken in a hundred different ways. Besides, Kristof had known her long enough to figure out what she was telling him. Mostly because these were things they had spoken of before. She shifted her attention to the girls, who were tiring themselves out. One had already been parted from the others. All she had to do was wait for the two remaining to lose each other. Then the games could begin.

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When her vampire chuckled in response to her words of Kaleigh and Dmitri, it was a clear message that he had understood her, not that she was surprised. Kristof always understood her. Even when she hardly made sense to herself. She grinned, satisfied with his reaction. This was why Kristof had been perfect for her. Not the sex, not the good looks, nor the devotion… but the cruel, violent, unrelenting side to him. Even as a human, he had torn into his enemies with viciousness rivaled only by her own. She had loved watching him; simply looking on from the shadows as he hacked and swayed, his technique impeccable. He was the most magnificent human warrior she had ever laid eyes on.

However, as Kristof then sighed, Helena’ face whipped up, her unseeing eyes on his face instantly. It was most likely more of a habit than anything, though, because really, she could be directing them anywhere and it wouldn’t matter one bit. Well, that, or maybe she did it for Kristof’s benefit, although that would be exceptionally unselfish of her, and most wouldn’t consider her the type. Maybe Kristof was different. Well, that much was a given, but no one knew how much. Not even Helena herself. She had no clue how important the male was to her sanity and generally… life. But he was. Important, that is. More than anyone, Kristof was the thing she could not exist without.

Not anymore, anyway. He had grown too close to her, and she depended on him too much, which was probably why two days without him was like an eternity to her, which was funny, because she sorta had lived an eternity. She realized how much she needed him when he wasn’t there, but then promptly disregarded it when he was back, because hey, would never leave her. She felt secure in that belief. They were the perfect fit, always had been. Well, once he had been properly introduced into life as a vampire, as it was.

Before Helena had decided to say something, Kristof shook his head… and then his lips were on her, scorching her cool skin, his hands clasping her hard enough to break bones had she been human. She moaned into the forceful, hungry kiss as she responded instantly. This, she had longed for. This, she had missed. This… she needed. Her hails dug deeper, puncturing the skin on the back of his neck, little trickles running down the steely skin, as his mouth began nicking her, drawing blood in little doses. And Helena… well, she was mad for him already, her head thrown back against the wall as her body pushed itself as close to his as possible.

He had her pinned though, and in the throes of ecstasy, she even tended to forget she was the stronger of the two. Then his fangs were suddenly deeply buried in her neck, and Helena groaned right along with him, the pleasure almost too much after two days without him. Her blouse had bloody holes in it by now as Kristofs fangs had torn through the fabric to get to her breasts. She didn’t even care. Not for a second. As he fed, Helena’s one hand, the one in his hair, guided his teeth deeper by pushing down his head, causing another moan to escape her. It was so good.

Kristof would not draw back from her this time. She knew that, and so Helena let herself go, not caring if anyone else heard or saw. Hell, they should be used to it by now; Helena and Kristof never gave a fuck about things being public to the rest of their coven. They never had.

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Helena was blissfully naked in the rubble that had once been their livingroom. Now it was… well, a mess. The walls had holes in so many places they might as well just put up new ones. All the furniture was in pieces, lying around in different places. A couple of windows had been broken, and… well, Helena herself had puncture wounds… everywhere. So did Kristof. A lot of blood had been exchanged, but that was how it worked. It was a pleasure drug, and none of them actually lost any blood, because they’d just take it back from the other after losing it in the first place. She was grinning up at Kristof, who was still on top of her. They would both be fully healed in minutes. Even the deep scratches on Kristof’s back, caused by her nails.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, guiding his face properly to hers and she licked some stray blood from his chin. “Mmm,” she murmured, satisfied after two thorough, rather rough rounds. “I will never know how the others avoid breaking their human sex toys.” She added on a thought, the splinters of the broken wood poking at her naked back as a reminder of how Kristof had thrown her around, passion ruling both of them. And just like that, she wanted another round.

However, her ears perked at the sound of the humans in the forest. They were all still alive, but finally divided. However, they were calm now, more or less, feeling like they had lost their monstrous captors. If they only knew… the hunt had yet to begin. It would take only one death to get the other two running again, but they were tired. However, the survival instinct in humans was sometimes extraordinary. That was what made them fun; their unrelenting wish to live. Helena’s hands trailed over Kristof’s broad shoulders and onto his collarbones, adding a playful “I do believe our fast food slowed down.” With that, she turned them both around in a blur, grinning as she pinned him, the spark in her eyes now also sexual. “Let’s hunt naked.”






Derek Fleitner


The forbearer protector was watching anything but his leader and sister. Instead, his thoughts were on their home, and their humans. Eva was a centerpiece at current. He pondered the ethics of even keeping humans the way that they did. Sure, their humans wanted to be with them, but what happened when they didn’t anymore? In the past, Derek had killed humans because of this purely to protect his coven. That was another part of his job. The hard tasks always fell into his lap, and so he had emotionally distanced himself. It was better that way. While the humans were there, however, Derek was civil, albeit usually rather removed and cold towards them. Eva was different though. Perhaps because he felt guilty for the emotions she harbored.

It wasn’t that he felt any actual romantic feelings towards her, but perhaps he had grown to care for her in his own way, in spite of his wish not to. Last time he had cared for one of their humans was 600 years ago, and he’d had to kill a girl he had come to view as a younger sister, because she had wanted to leave. He had warned against it; told her it would not be safe, that he would have to take steps. However, she hadn’t cared. She wanted more out of life, being a woman of only 22. And so he had ended her life. It still got to him now, but the uncertainty had been too much of a risk. How was he to know hunters wouldn’t sniff her out and torture her for information, or what was just as bad, the Fallen would?

No, the risks had been too great. He was pulled out of his own world, when he felt Alessa’s eyes on him and her voice traveled towards his head. He glanced at her, granting her a curt nod, his eyes traveling to the wheel she was clenching. “Don’t break the wheel.” He merely noted, seeing no reason to make a comment towards her apology. Not that he particularly cared, since he would merely have it fixed, but his nod had told her he accepted it, and that was simply that. Derek merely had to simmer a bit more and he’d get over it. Guilt was a powerful thing, however. Especially to a man like Derek.

Soon, Alessa pulled into the parking lot of one of her regular hunting grounds, and Derek merely watched as she armed herself. She motioned for him to take his pick, but he merely snorted and shut the thing, glancing at her revolver with disdain. He shook his head, getting out of the car. The protector hated guns. He always had, and he probably always would. They weren’t honorable, nor did they take any particular amount of skill to handle. They were easy, and too… human. Way too human. Especially since a bullet wouldn’t do shit to a vampire, so what was the point? It wasn’t like he was worried about the humans.

As for the other weapons, Alessa should simply know better. Derek always carried throwing stars, knives and various other little trinkets; things that could actually hurt a vampire if thrown hard enough. And Derek definitely threw hard enough. He followed her in silently, though. This was Derek when he was irked about something; he got a little moody, and he didn’t bother hiding it from Alessa. She would know he merely needed a little time to figure out how he wanted to deal with the situation before he could officially move on.

The protector took a quick, but thorough look of their surroundings, all of his senses helping him register every blind angle, every unclear patch. Nothing was unknown to him once Alessa spoke to him. He sighed in reply, shaking his head. Firstly, none of the women appealed to him in any way. Probably because he had just fed on the most amazing blood, and he didn’t like gorging on blood. Ever. He never fed even twice in a day. Well, unless he had lost blood in battle or the like, but on a normal day, Derek didn’t drink much. Not compared to his fellow coven-members. For some reason everyone seemed to need more blood than he.

“Ally, I just fed. And ruthlessly so. I’m not really in the mood for... slutty humans.” He told her quietly, using the nickname only he had ever called her to show her he wasn’t angry with her. He knew she was offering because she felt guilty about him feeling guilty. Geez, they were a nice pair, eh? He rubbed his neck, sending a vague smile her way. She needed to feed... now. He could practically feel her hunger. “Just get it over with, please.” For some reason, the male wanted to get home and be with Angel.

It was just one of those times where Derek felt like being sociable, and unlike most others, Angel was perfectly comfortable with his silence. He'd leave explaining things to Eva, up to Alessa. Hell, she'd offered, and he was more than happy to accept if it meant he'd get out of it.

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Kaleigh knew better to struggle against the chains so she kept perfectly still, or at least as best she could as Helena strapped her down. "Helena please," she cried as the little spikes piers her skin. Warm trickles of blood flowed down her arms and legs. It was a familiar sensation. The little rivers were there, comforting her, and screaming to her about her pain, all at the same time. Her trembling only sent the spikes deeper in, and caused them to move around uncomfortably. After a minute or two, Kaleigh grew accustomed to the spikes, enough so that she didn't want to cry out in pain. Despite regularly being tortured, she never got used to the pain, only enough to help her not to scream. Just as soon as she thought Helena might change her mind, the human felt a knife cut the tender skin of her stomach. She cringed, only causing more pain to course through her body.

"Helena!" she screamed. Helena had done something like this before, but on Kaleigh's arm, with a razor blade. the blade cut through her skin a lot easier than this knife, and the pain was easier to handle. After a few minutes of Kaleigh begin Helena to stop, Kal gave up. She knew that the vampire wouldn't. She resorted to just laying there, sobbing. She refused to look at what Helena was doing to her stomach and chest, although from what she could feel, she guessed Helena was about to skin her. Kal imagined Helena drawing out shapes like a puzzle, and one by one, she would pull the skin away from her body. The thought caused Kaleigh to jerk in pain, and the knife stabbed a bit deeper into her stomach. “Kaleigh...” Dmitri said. At the sound of his voice, Kal let her tears fall. Helena didn't seem to notice. of course she noticed, but she didn't care. Finally, the woman was distracted, and she disappeared upstairs.

“Dmitri,” Kal whispered. She could hardly hear her own voice. Dmitri spoke again and his voice was heart breaking.

“I...I'm sorry, Kal... This is my fault. I never meant for this to happen to you...God. Please forgive me,” he said. She looked over at him as much as she could. He was staring into her tear filled eyes with his own.

“No, it’s not your fault,” she said. “It’s not your fault,” she said again. The girl didn’t know what else to say.

[b] “If she kills me. Promise me that you won't do anything stupid. “Just promise me that....Okay...love?”
he asked her, wanting her promise. Kaleigh took a deep breath, absorbing his words and the pain being caused to her.

“I promise I won’t do anything stupid, but just know living without you will be the stupidest thing I could ever do,” she whispered. She hoped he understood without him she was as good as dead. “You are the only reason I am still alive. You promise me you won’t leave me,” she demanded. She knew it would only be to make her feel better. Neither of them could promise their lives. That would end the very next day. Kal only wondered when Helena would be back. She assumed Kristof was back. A dull thought crossed her mind and she hoped she wouldn’t be forgotten down here for a day again.

Isaac Warren

Isaac was once again lost in his own world. Annie didn’t want to get food with him. She went to check on Adonis instead. The young vampire would have said something to her about him healing the pet, but he decided to keep his mouth shut. He wandered into the kitchen. He listened to only a little of Jasper and Angel’s conversation before leaving and going to his room once more.

Being in his room was much better than being with the others. Here he felt safe. He felt safe to be with Marie. He began doodling in one of his many journals, drawing pictures of Marie and himself. He sighed and looked at his empty walls. Maybe he would put up a picture. He hung his newly drawn picture on the wall with a tack and admired his work. The black and white drawing was a stark contrast to his red walls. He smiled as he got an idea. He went to the basement and was back up in his room in a flash with tools for painting. He pained a mural on one side after moving his bed across the room. Of course, it wasn’t the most beautiful.. well it wasn’t really anything actually. Just shapes, and lines. That’s what everyone else would see. Of course, Isaac could clearly see his life story. There was his real mother’s name, and what he imagined she might look like. Then there was Marie, and her tragic death. Finally, there was Anabelle. The part of his other was fuzzy and the paint was blurred. With Marie, it was violent and angry. Annie’s was beautiful strokes of black paint. Isaac admired his work for a while before cleaning up his room again.

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Lucan shrugged some. "Smells like your boyfriend lost it again." He gave a light snicker. He was among the others who found Oliver's predicament rather amusing. Oliver was alright enough. A crybaby. But when he wasn't moping, he was decent company. Scarlet...? She was Scarlet. A strange human, indeed. Lucan had no personal issues with her, oh no! In fact, he loved feeding from her. Copping a feel here and there. He wasn't close enough to Oliver to feel bad about his sexual encounters with her. Sighing, he moved towards her and was about to ask how she was when the sounds of Kristof and Helena's love making reached his ears. No doubt they would need to redo the downstairs. Again. He rolled his eyes some, but he couldn't say much; He and Roxanne were the same way.

He cleared his throat as if dismissing the sound, knowing they'd be done soon anyways. Helena loved to hunt. No doubt they'd make love on the hunt as well. When they finally left, he gave a light nod. "Ah! The joys of making love. Wouldn't you agree, Miss Scarlett?" A smirk curved across his lips as he advanced towards her with a wink. He moved just close enough to tower over her. He cupped the left side of her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "But, that shall have to wait, m'dear. As you have chores to do. Away you go." He quickly ushered her out of his room and closed the door behind her.

"Crazy kids." He muttered, referencing to Dmitri and Kaleigh below. He would gladly help the lovebirds, but it wasn't his place. Hell, if he so much as looked at Kaleigh, Helena would beat him to a pulp. So, he reserved to speak with Dmitri later. For now, he moved towards his pups, scratching them behind their ears. He would take them out hunting when Helena and Kristof returned - They scared away the animals when they hunted. Plus the pups weren't fond of either of the two vampires.




Kaleigh's words touched Dmitri's heart, forcing another tear to trickle down his face and drip from his chin. "You know I won't, baby doll. I can't. I love you too much." He smiled some. That was the first time he had admitted to her how he felt. Sure, he had shown through subtle actions, but he always kept his mouth shut for fear of something like this. But with the cat out of the bag, he could scream it from the top of the world. If he lived long enough to get the chance.

The sounds coming from upstairs disgusted him, causing his face to contort. One day...one day he'd kill all of these monsters. Except Lucan...Lucan was kind when he wasn't being a douche. He was actually pretty civil. Dmitri thought to call out for help. For release. But Oliver would just come and break his leg, Roxanne would just sit there and laugh, and he didn't want to get Lucan in trouble. Scarlet was a nutjob, so that was out of the picture.

So he sat there in silence, wanting nothing more than to carry Kaleigh to his room and treat her wounds. To brush away the tears and hold her and kiss her. He'd let her wear one of his shirts and a pair of pajama pants. He'd play a song to make her smile. But, only God knew when Helena would release them. Or let them live. He was sure Kaleigh would live, but he wasn't sure that he would. He hoped that Kristof's return would put her in good enough spirits to keep him alive. He just wanted to hold his Kal one last time.




Kristof smirked as Helena zipped right by him. He could hear the girl screaming out as Helena laid down the law. It felt good to be so wanted. To have her be so possessive. It warmed his still heart. Helena had always been this way when it came to him. It would be a lie to say that he never lied to rile her up and get her to mutilate someone just for the hell of it.

He smiled blissfully, finally taking back up the scent of L'Nae so that he could catch his own prey. Her scent was heavily reeking of O negative, Captain Morgan, sex, tears, and steak. It was strong and overwhelming, making him damn near vomit. But it really wasn't about the meal right now - It was strictly the thrill of hunting. He let his predator instincts rule him, his legs moving strongly and carrying him swiftly, his feet not once making a sound nor turning a leaf nor snapping a twig.

And soon, there she was. The woman was by a waterfall, trying her best to hide. Smirking, he was behind her in an instant. He wasn't really a fan of playing with his meal. Nor was he the type to torture women. Men, yes. But when it came to women, he personally preferred to just kill them. And so he did. She didn't even know he was there, no sound coming from her except the snapping of the bones in her neck. He smiled, satisfied as he caught her body and hefted it over his shoulder and moved swiftly to Helena, toting the woman with him as though she were a prized kill.

Or a sack of potatoes.

He found his love soon enough and chuckled as she played her game. "Easy now, tigress." He growled playfully in Old Italian.

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When the words came from his lips, Kal's chest tightened, sending a wave of pain through her body. "You know I won't, baby doll. I can't. I love you too much." She kept repeating the words over and over in her mind. He loved her. She knew he did, but, he'd never said it before. She guessed now the secret didn't matter anymore. It was so much of a 'secret,' they were, in a sense, keeping it from themselves. It was obvious how the two cared for one another, but verbally expressing their feelings was off limits. Until now.

"I love you so much Dmitri," she said. Kaleigh wanted to go on. She wanted to say that loving him was the only thing that kept her alive. Her confession of love was what she wanted to be the last thing that came from her lips should she die because of it, or die at all. But those were the only words that escaped her mouth. She feared if she began to speak again, she would start to cry. It wasn't that she didn't want to cry in front of him, it was the actual physical pain that would come along with it. The girl looked at him, trying her best to simply express her love through her eyes. She knew he would understand.

Waiting for Helena to return was agonizing. Kaleigh knew she couldn't bleed out from these wounds, but she did lose a lot of blood. Most of it was slowing down now, since she had stayed very still, allowing the blood to clot. There were pools of blood in her belly button and the crevices on the inside of her hips. She wondered how this would scar. If she took care of it right, it might turn out quite nice. She'd always wanted a tattoo. Focusing on anything good was better than dwelling on the pain, or the fact that this was just the beginning of Helena's punishment. The girl wondered what the price of her and Dmitri's love would be. Ultimately, deep down she knew one of them would be dead, as part of the punishment. She just didn't know when. She couldn't honestly see Helena simply ripping his head off in the next two minutes, and be done with it. But, there was the possibility that the punishment would be long and drawn out, over weeks, months even. It was all a matter of time.

Kal's eyes darted over to Dmitri. He was still looking at her. She was afraid to speak because the vampires might be listening. She carefully and slowly mouthed the words "We have to run." to Dmitri. She did it a couple of times, hoping he would understand. "Like soon," she added, still not making a sound. That was the only way they would be able to be together.

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The vampire was not at all pleased with her treatment. She wasn't at all in possession of a large ego, but she did believe her well being came before theirs. She slid from her perch and was literally at Jasper's throat in mere milliseconds. Her hand was around his throat as she slammed him as gently as was possible; just enough to jar his fragile body without dislocating or breaking anything. She placed her face dangerously close to his and bared her fangs with a low growl that she had perfected over the centuries. "I think you've forgotten a couple things, so let me remind you. One is that you are here for one reason and one reason alone. And that is to provide us with sustenance. Eva, Adonis, and any other.human that is procured is not your concern. We are top priority. Two is I do not tolerate rudeness. I was here first and I asked rather politely. I will not be disrespected again, especially not in my own home and certainly not by a pet."

"Don't forget why you are here again. Because I won't hesitate to break each and every one of your limbs. I can not drain humans, but I hold no guilty conscious about killing them through other means." Though she was rather famished before, she was feeling rather irate and disrespected at the moment. She slid her fangs back into hiding and released her would-be meal. "We ask only for one thing from you lot and you can't even do that. Maybe you'd learn better manners after a thorough beating." She mused, walking away. Angel wasn't really a bully. She was really sweet...just not when you happened to have a heartbeat. She didn't hate humans. She just could no longer see them as anything but a meal and pets and was inclined to treat them as such. She was nice to them when they were good and punished them accordingly. It was how things worked in her mind; she had moved up on the food chain. She was a predator now. And it would be a cold day in Hell before she would let her prey, or a man get away with disrespecting her.

She was growling as she prowled through the shadows down the halls and up the stairs. She was tense, wanting to drive her fists into something. To claw something and just scream! But she settled for retreating to her room, slamming the door behind her. To the wall if candy! The entire wall on the left side of her room looked like she robbed a candy store. Jars upon jars of delicious, glorious, sugary treats! They always made her feel better. She was quick to open a jar and snatch out thirteen mini Crunch bars, taking them to her piano. With one already opened and stuffed in her mouth, she went back to work on her tribute to Metallica. Her fingers began to dance furiously across the ebony and ivory keys but gradually softened as she devoured the chocolates. But, that still didn't stave the hunger - But she still wasn't in the mood to feed from Jasper. She really did feel that she would kill him if she tried.



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He smirked, catching her as the tree fell over, toppling him as well. His arms were wrapped around her again and his mouth was occupied taking care of hers. He knew that she wasn't exactly happy about the human girl having touched him, and he was glad of it. He loved to rile her up. He didn't ask the girl to touch him - Hell no! But what sort of lover would he be to withhold such information from his one (and only) lady? A terrible, horrendous lover. That's what kind. Pleased with his work, he roughly flipped Helena onto her back, tearing his lips from hers as he looked down at her. Each and every day spent with her was heaven, especially moments like this. He dipped his head down and lapped up the plethora of blood from her body, dipping inside of her.




Some one hour later...


He was standing over her, covered in blood, sweat, mud, twigs, and leaves. Every muscle was tense as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Why don't we go get us a new toy?" A smirk creeped across his lips as he caught the scent of the last female and took off towards her. He knew she would be hiding now, all out of energy and praying for a cellular signal that would never come. Oh, no. It wouldn't in this thick forest. That was his favorite part of living so deeply into the woods everywhere they went. Nobody to hear the tormented screams, nobody ever came to search for the bodies here. Hell, the wolves took care of the bodies before the investigation got anywhere near their property.

The wind somewhat set straight his hair that had been unsettled by Helena's fervent tugging. Just the fresh memory kept his body aroused as he let out a cry of pent up emotion - In a good way. He just needed to yell! But he soon went silent as he came upon the girl, immediately leaping into a tree seven feet away. He hunkered down like a lion ready to pounce. He had completely switched into the mindset of hunting, placing his thoughts of Helena at the back of his mind for now. The girl was clinging to the tree with a paring knife, her cheeks stained with tears as she choked back dry sobs. He gave a soft Tsk, tsk, tsk.

"Poor child. Are you lost?" He leapt down next to her, smirking as she squealed and scrambled away, cutting herself against the bark. She clung to the knife for dear life with both hands, stabbing the air between them. "You stay away from me, you creep!" The blonde cried before slashing at him. "What the Hell are you? You freak! You reel in girls with your little Twilight act and rape them and kill them and, and, and..." She ran out of steam and crumpled to the ground, sobbing. "Please don't kill me. I left my car at the bar. My cat will starve to death. It's not even my car. It's my mom's. I'm not twenty-two. I'm seventeen. I just have really big boobs and eyeliner." Kristof lifted a brow as she sputtered everything. "I'm not going to kill you." She looked up at those words, wiping tears from her eyes. She was scooting backwards some. "W...w...what're you gonna do to me...?"



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Dmitri smiled through the drying tears at Kaleigh, doing his best to stay strong during this time. He hated that he had shed even a single tear in front of her, though those tears were for her. He had never shed a tear for her, only cursing Helena and making more trouble for himself. But never had he witnessed the things Helena had done to Kal. It was monstrous and deranged - Not unlike the undead red-head. He still kept his eyes on Kaleigh as she mouthed the words. He tightened his jaw and gave a terse nod. "I know. I've been working on it." He did the same as she, mouthing the words slowly and repeating them a couple of times.

It would be hard, of course. Helena wasn't just going to let them go and it seemed like the only one who cared about them, or him, rather, was Lucan. Would Lucan help them run? Hell, he might run with them. Dmitri had gotten to know the man enough to know that he wasn't fully comfortable with his Covenmates. But it would still be two humans and one vampire against four vampires. They had no-one else in the world that could even stand a chance against them. Hell, they had no-one. If they could make it to a police station...Dmitri knew that they were listed as missing persons. They could say they were kidnapped. It was true, but they wouldn't say anything about them being vampires. They'd be committed to an asylum.

But it would draw attention to the Coven. Unwanted attention. Dmitri figured that they could move far, far away. Lucan had told him many times about Forebearers...They were what he called honorable vampires. Dmitri was...entranced by the idea of them and figured that with one of those Covens would be the safest place for them.



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He was barely listening to Annabelle, promptly slamming the door behind her. She was a wierdo; like Angiluzza. Just...not as frightening. She was nice enough when she wanted to be, but then again, so were the rest of them. He heard his stomach growling at him, realizing that all he had eaten that day was nachos at the theater. The chips had been stale and the cheese was cold. Frowning, he sighed heavily and dramatically before trudging slowly out of his room, leaving the door ajar before making his way to the hatch and lowering the ladder.

He had turned around the corner just in time to catch the scene between Angiluzza and Jasper. He shrunk into the shadows of the dimly lit home as she breezed past, knowing that she knew he was there anyways. After hearing her door shut, he shrugged and shoved his hands into the pockets of the baggy, whitewashed jeans he wore and made his way into the kitchen. "You still got a lot to learn, newbie." He chuckled with a smirk as he moved past Jasper. He never called Jasper or Eva by their names. He didn't feel like he could relate to either of them so he didn't bother getting too close. Eva was like a little sister to him, of course. But...he didn't get as close to her as she would like to think.

It was all an act.

He removed his hands from his pockets and reached up into the cabinet above the sink, fishing out a pack of Maruchan Ramen Beef noodles. Since arriving in the US, he didn't get to eat his native foods as much as he would have liked. For so long, he lived off of Ramen noodles, saltine crackers, and leftovers from the trash. Sometimes he got lucky enough to eat a microwave dinner. But that was a while ago. Since living with the Forebearers, he never went without a warm meal. He was grateful for the days when Alessa took him out for authentic Brazilian food, though he hated feeling as though there was no way that he could ever repay her. She would never drink from him and he couldn't really protect her. He felt a bit emasculated by the fact, but he made up for it by getting her little trinkets. They were from quarter machines, but it was the thought that counted. Right?

He opened the bag of Ramen and began to break off chunks and eating them. "Lesson number one: Don't deny them food. Not even for a minute." Angiluzza had broken his nose and arm once before when she found out that he had denied Annabelle feeding because he wasn't in the mood. That was during his first month and it never happened again. After he stopped resisting, he learned life was a lot easier with them.

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Helena tilted her head rather slowly as she listened, her face expressionless for once safe for the slightly widened, blood-red eyes she sported at all times. She could feel him at her side, could sense the second he let his fangs slide out. She knew the sound so very well. After all, she had heard it countless times, both as he bit into her, but also when he bit into others. It was a sound which never failed to make her reach out, a hand landing on his upper arm, just to feel him physically since she could not see him. The contact was enough of a substitute.

Then, however, the human spoke and Helena’s own fangs slid forth in irritation as a soft growl escaped her, one which could only be heard by Kristof as the female vampire took a few steps away, closing her red eyes to focus her energy. Fortunately Kristof was there. If he hadn’t been, this would be around the time Helena tore out the irritating human’s throat. The mere sound of her voice now irked the redhead. While it was slightly amusing, Helena much preferred the fear. It was not supposed to disappear this easily!

Helena could feel the human’s eyes on her, but she did not move. Instead the coven leader remained perfectly still, her hands at her sides, eyes closed as she listened, her posture relaxed but alert. Then Kristof spoke again and Helena noted the moment the girl let her silly little metal thing fall to the forest floor. But still she did not react. She stood quiet, still as a statue even as she sensed both of them turning to move towards her, Kristof of course reaching her first. She already knew what came next. Kristof had told her once that he did not wish to sire vampires, so of course he would use her blood to change the human girl. Helena forced back her irritation, part of her grounded enough to know that Kristof wanted this one.

Besides, Helena felt fairly certain she would not find another human like… like Kaleigh. Oh, Kaleigh! Her poor little pet was still chained to the table, wasn’t she? The thought made a sadistic grin curve her full, red lips as Kristof brushed her hair to the side, her neck now presented to him without a second obstacle. She felt his hand in her hair and she let him tilt her head back, the grin still remaining as she moaned lowly with his bite. The hand remained, keeping her head in place as he moved back, and soon Helena felt a stranger’s tongue licking her pale, smooth skin. She remained in place, knowing very well that the dominance as well as the display turned Kristof on.

The girl’s tongue and lips barely caused any reaction from Helena. Kristof’s hand in her hair, however, had her humming with contentment, her lids still covering the red of her eyes. Next Helena heard Kristof move and then a crack as he snapped the head of the human while she was distracted. From the puncture wounds Kristof had made on her neck, blood trickled down slowly, undisturbed. As he spoke, Helena hummed softly, adding drily “Let’s hope she comes back less irritating.” With that, Kristof’s teeth were back inside her neck, and she moaned, her hands finally moving to clasp him to her, keeping her body meshed with his.

Everything else escaped her mind when Kristof pinned her against another tree and let her soar once more. She did however notice when he merely kicked the human out of the way and the cruel disregarded forced a giggle from her, even as a moan attempted to escape at the same time. All too soon the pleasure ended, however, and just as the human stopped screaming, Kristof pulled away. Helena easily moved onto her feet once more. She was swimming in the bliss of her orgasm – in the tranquil clarity, but still she let the red of her eyes land on Kristof as he spoke. His words made her giggle.

She put a hand up as though in class before she spoke up. “We might also just do it for fun,” she added, not caring that the girl might end up scared. Which she didn’t. What was wrong with her? The irritation was back, doubling only when Kristof moved to help her up. She growled deep in her throat, eyes narrowing slightly, but the girl’s words made Helena’s mind go in a whole other direction. Kaleeeiiigh! Helena grinned suddenly. “Oh, I know!” She spoke, knowing Kristof would understand that it meant she had a solution to that particular problem. “Let’s go make little Dee Dee very sad,” she chirped, already speeding off to the basement. She was there in no time, bursting through the door very abruptly.

It smelled like… tears. And blood. But they were both still in their places. Keeping Kaleigh alive anymore was only going to make Dmitri think he’d won something, and it was going to make him want to escape more… for her, no matter how futile. Now, she could kill Dmitri, but really… what was the fun in that? He’d only be freed from his misery, and she’d never have truly broken him. This… however, just might do the trick. A gleeful grin spread on her face she turned to Dmitri. “Have you ever wondered,” she began as she waited for the others to join her, approaching him slowly, “what it would feel like to have the one thing you love… die in front of you?” Her grin widened, completely ignoring the now frantic sobbing from Kaleigh.





Derek Fleitner





Derek couldn’t help chuckling when Alessa fought to get onto the roof of the building. She looked clumsy for a vampire, really, but then, Alessa had never really achieved the grace he had. It was odd really, since she was the same age, but nope… she’d always been different like that. Or maybe he was different. But nah, it was probably just Alessa. Even Angel was more graceful than their beloved coven leader. Alessa’s strengths were not physical in any way. No, her strength was in her inspiration. As a leader, Alessa left most of what would normally befall her, to him. Not because she was lazy, but because she wanted the best possible to take care of important jobs.

So he was charged with them, and really, Alessa was a genius when it came to figuring out another’s strengths. She had everyone do what they did best and perhaps that was why, in spite of her lack of… well, control, everyone in the coven accepted her. She did not lead because she was the best – she led because she did so without dominance. Honestly Derek wouldn’t do too well under the hand of someone who tried to domineer him every step of the way. He’d been there, he’d done that, and he’d gone his own ways regardless. Luckily so, because if he hadn’t he would’ve been quite fallen by now. She’d certainly done her best to convince him, his maker.

When she settled next to him, he glanced at her quietly before his eyes landed on the dead human in the alley. Then she spoke, and he smiled wryly. “You did indeed,” he agreed lowly, still not looking at her. He was eager for this hunt to end. Not because he wanted away from Alessa, but because he simply got restless when the two of them were away from the house for long simultaneously, leaving vampires half their age to defend if something was to happen. He let a sigh pass his lips. He was patient, but the world around him waited for no one, and if something happened while the two leaders were away, it would be on Derek’s shoulders. He was the protector.

Her quote made him quirk an eyebrow, gaze searching the streets beneath them. “A Midsummer Night’s Dream, if I recall correctly. Act 3, scene 2.” He glanced at her with a playful smirk at that. “If you’re going to quote Shakespeare, at least make it challenging,” he told her teasingly. He didn’t really care to battle her on it, but back in the days of Shakespeare himself, much of Derek’s circle had been rather wealthy, and quite prone to the works of the man. In simple turns, he had watched many a play. He had even had a few interesting conversations with the man and Alessa had chosen one of the most well-known quotes from one of the most well-known plays.

The sound of Alessa’s phone ringing then, caused Derek to frown lightly, wondering who would be calling her now. The others usually didn’t call either of them when they were out hunting. When his pseudo sister picked up, Derek watched her carefully, considering every intake of breath, and every frantic word on the other end. It was Adonis, and of course he was speaking Portuguese, one of the few languages Derek hadn’t bothered learning. He did know Spanish, though, along with Italian and French, and so most of it made some kind of sense. Someone was there and he needed them to hurry home.

Derek stood immediately, jumping off the roof to hit the ground on all fours. Then he immediately straightened, looking up at Alessa. “I don’t know exactly what he said, but I know we need to hurry, so come on. We’ll leave the human and skip town. Our DNA isn’t in any database, so we should be fine.” He looked back at forth, his body brimming with what to humans would work much like adrenaline. In vampires it was the instinct… to kill, to protect. If anything had happened to his coven – anyone in his coven, Derek was sure to seek revenge. He was impatient now more than ever and he needed Alessa to get the hell down. When she finally did, he hurried to the car and slid into the driver’s side. This may be her car, but they needed to hurry, so he was driving.

Fortunately it didn’t take them long to reach the house, but they did, the air was permeated with the scent of blood and Derek stepped forward slowly. No strangers were alive present at current – he could tell as much, so that meant he could do nothing, but three scents were much too familiar. He sped up, bursting through the door only to freeze briefly at the sight, his eyes scanning the scene.

Angel was huddled in a pool of blood, hulking and sobbing uncontrollably. The room was littered with dead bodies, three of which belonged to members of his coven. Annabelle, Jasper, Isaac… Derek stood there for a moment, staring at the bloodshed. He didn’t doubt who had done this; the perpetrators were dead at his feet as well. “Angel,” he breathed suddenly as he came back to himself, and he hurried forward, not caring that he soaked himself in blood as he sank to his knees next to her. She was the only one he could help right now. The others were… beyond him, and so he chose to focus his energy on her. Alessa could deal with their remaining humans; a vampire who was completely out of it was a danger to everyone, and so he simply needed to prioritize.

Derek moved a hand to Angel’s cheek, wiping tears from it as he watched her. Then suddenly he leaned forward and pulled her into his embrace, holding her like a little girl as he more or less cradled her in his arms. He’d not seen her like this in centuries, and it still did not sit right with him in any way. It just… felt wrong. “Shh,” he added softly as he held her, trying to make her calm down.

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Angiluzza

Angiluzza was damn near completely unaware of her current surroundings. Everywhere that she looked, all she saw was the deaths of Jasper and her 'siblings' on repeat. She just couldn't get it out of her mind...She could feel her body back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. She soon felt arms around her and began to struggle against the arms, feeling immediately threatened again as she cried out. “No! Get off of me!” Her cry became more of a roar until she felt Derek's fingers wiping the tears from her face, smearing some of the blood. But the blood smearing didn't matter to her because Derek was holding her. She practically crumbled in his arms, leaning into him as he lulled her with a soft 'shh'. “I'm so sorry,” she whispered softly, closing her eyes shut and cringing against him.

“I tried to protect them! I did...But it-” She choked up and broke down into more sobs as her body went limp. How could they have fended them off on their own? They hadn't gotten to their 'breakfast' yet and it was...unexpected. No! There was no excuse at all! Derek had trained her and she had trained as formally as it got with her Senseis for over three decades! How in the hell could she have been so defenseless against them?! She berated herself mentally over and over again. She would have been slamming her head into a wall except she was limp, tired, and there weren't that many walls nearby suitable for that sort of beating.

Instead, she looked up weakly, sniffling. “Its...my fault. And I'm so sorry. Please don't make me go...Don't let me go.” Her voice was as soft of a whisper as it could possibly be. She lowered her head back down, resting it against his chest as she fought back the hysteric fit threatening to overwhelm her. She was reflexively breathing as though hyperventilating, finding the feeling of not being really out of breath so strange and frightening; it had been a while since she breathed. She imagined that was what it felt like to drown, driving her further down the road to hysterics. Her body went from limp to rigid as though she were physically bracing herself for hysteria to slam into her.




Kristof

Kristof chuckled as Helena remarked that they just might kill the girl off simply because they felt like it. He almost sneered as the girl cowered as soon as his beloved left. “Come on.” Kristof didn't trust the girl as far as he could thro- Well. Considering his strength, that particular phrase was somewhat useless. The point is that he didn't trust the girl enough to let her run off on her own nor to follow him. He motioned for her to come with him, though on a second thought he grabbed her wrist. As they ran, he did his best to move at the pace that was her peak so he didn't just end up dragging her along like dead weight.

He knew exactly what Helena had in her twisted little mind, which did make his lips curl into a devious smirk. To break Dmitri...Now that was something that he would like to see. It had been ten years – Ten years was longer than any human had ever survived with them. At least as far as the slaves went. He couldn't deny that the human intrigued him. But not enough to really care for him; The only person that he cared about was Helena. Though he was positive that little Kelsey was already scheming on how to seduce her way into the black hole that his heart used to exist within.

As she grunted for him to wait, he ignored the request as they had only just come up to the house. He released her hand but kept going, causing her to stumble and fall; how ungraceful. He sighed and breezed on in, finding Lucan pacing and Scarlet cleaning. He smirked “You missed a spot.” His fist went through the nearest wall. “Clean it up.” He spit on the floor nearby before heading down into the basement, Kelsey in tow right behind him, her eyes looking about in wonder. “What happened here?” Her mouth hung open and her eyes got wide. “Great sex.” Kristof chuckled, a chill going down his spine as he remembered just how much he had enjoyed it.

He was at Helena's side soon enough, wrapping his arms about her waist and pressing his face into her hair, inhaling slowly. “You're such a bitch sometimes,” He whispered softly, moving his face down to her neck, kissing her ivory flesh softly. “but its so God damned sexy.” He bared his fangs, though he didn't bite her as he looked over at poor little Kaleigh. “Well. Aren't you just a broken little bluebird?” Kaleigh cried out, pleading to be let go. But Kristof knew it wasn't going to work. It seemed as though Helena's need to break Dmitri was now priority over Kaleigh's wellbeing. Poor little thing – Kristof can't say he cared too much about her. She had no spirit. No fight in her. She was boring.




Dmitri

Dmitri had spent as much time as his voice would allow whispering to Kaleigh, trying to cheer her up in such a dismal situation. He told her about the time he accidentally glued his dad's hand to the doghouse and the time he replaced his cousin's refried beans with cat food. The soft smiles and light giggles warmed his heart – Did he truly love this girl that was nearly eight years his senior? Of course he did! How could he even question it? How could he not? She was so...Kaleigh. A sweet, innocent thing. And she loved him. One could not express in words how it made his heart soar to know it,

It had been silent for a while and he could hear pacing upstairs along with the sweeping of broken glass; Lucan and Scarlet? Probably. He sighed and slumped a little more until the sound of Helena's voice caused him to stir. His immediate reaction was to spit at her feet, but he caught himself before doing so, remembering that Kaleigh was at stake for his actions. He ground his teeth and looked away from her. That is, until Helena spoke a phrase that he had only heard in his frequent nightmares. She was soon joined by Kristof and a blonde...Great. A new vampire.

“Ohhh. He's cute! Can I have him?” She eyed him like the food that he was, inching closer. Dmitri kept quiet, his head held high and proud. He knew that he wasn't today's lunch...It was Kaleigh. The drastic measure he never thought Helena would take. How could she be so cruel?! It was true – She really had no heart. And Kristof wasn't any better. He looked over at the crying Kaleigh and his lips quivered as he fought another stream of tears. “You've already done that. Remember?” He hissed at her, remembering the day that he walked in ten years ago to see his then-future husband taking his last breath in Helena's arms.




Lucan

Lucan glanced as Helena breezed in followed by Kristof and a new girl. Oh joy – A newborn. From the generation of the whores. He sighed but said nothing, for it wasn't his place. Typically, at least in the Forebearers' Coven, before a human was turned and joined the Coven, the whole Coven must agree first upon it. But Helena and Kristof generally just didn't give a fuck what the others wanted within the Coven or who they wanted. They did whatever pleased them. But he didn't mind so long as he had company and a home. And Rox...

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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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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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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo
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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 protégé, 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.