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Eva Clarke

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

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

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Forbearers' Pet


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Name: Evelyn Cassandra Clarke

Nickname(s): Most people call her Eva or Eve. She finds her first name incredibly formal and as a result close to no one knows it aside from her family.

Age: Currently twenty-one and newly so.

Birthday: April 30th 1991

Bloodtype: Born B-

Place of Origin: Easton, Pennsylvania, USA

Likes:
Eva is a girly girl so, as you could easily guess, she loves the color pink, especially those brighter neon shades of magenta that have long been used to characterize her gender. From there her sense of fashion is quite feminine though now that she’s older, she is womanly. While she’ll wear a pantsuit, she is and has always been more comfortable in a skirt or dress. Small girly touches tend to highlight her outfits, such as bows and on occasion frills. That said, she is not over the top and as a young woman she ensures that she looks put together and above all mature. She likes, at this point, to be mistaken for being slightly older than she is. She likes to feel confident in what she’s wearing and she feels far better when she’s sleek and verging on sexy though she leans to the more sensual side because being that outspoken is frankly not her style.

Fashion is one of Eva’s passions. Prior to becoming engrossed in the coven she was studying design at Parsons in New York and working as an intern and in general go-getter for a designer in the garment district. She loves to sew and to create her own clothes. More generally she’s quite artistic and often likes to draw, paint and sketch. Music is also something she loves, especially classical and pop music. Often she can be found engrossed with a movie soundtrack or humming along to something from the Top 40s chart.

More generally she loves a good hot chocolate and is a sucker for romantic gestures, flowers especially. She loves roses and orchids especially, though most any flower won’t go unappreciated. She enjoys tea and a cozy night on the couch, especially during the Fall when the air turns crisp. She enjoys hot baths and manicures as well as time spent getting her hair done.

On top of everything she loves the idea of romance – of big loves. She tends to read the classics – Jane Eyre, Pride and Prejudice, Wuthering Heights – as well as those modern love stories. A recent guilty pleasure included 50 Shades of Grey though she’ll never admit to reading that. Shakespeare also engrosses her, though plays like the Merchant of Venice rank higher on her preference list than the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet. The idea of having someone to trust so wholly, to be with forever, she loves the idea, even though her own situation feels so like the unrequited tragedies of Twelfth Night and others.

On a side note, while she loves the idea of love, and believes herself to be in love, Eva has never had a relationship progress past a deep kiss and copping a feel. She is curious about having something deeper with a man but she hasn’t yet. As a virgin, she hopes to keep herself for the right man. Well…the man – Derek Fleitner.

Dislikes:
Eva gets uncomfortable around tense people. She is an incredibly optimistic individual and as such when someone is upset or angry, she tends to over compensate or grow uncomfortable and awkward. Having grown up around tense parents, Eva hates to be around others who are arguing or people who are more generally negative or mean. She firmly believes in the good of others – often too much and to fault.

More generally, she dislikes coffee, salty foods and extremely hot weather. She doesn’t like opera music but mostly because she doesn’t feel like she understands it or can appreciate it. Broadway plays and the like tend to overwhelm her with their fanfares and flare for drama and while she wishes she could dance, she can’t very well and as a result she doesn’t like to.

The idea of failure scares her and she hates being drunk. She will drink socially but she will avoid drinking excessively for that reason. Being sick and unable to control what’s happening to her body terrifies her and as such she does most all she can to keep herself entirely within control.

Eva also dislikes horror movies and less than savory places. She feels horribly uncomfortable in grungy bars or rundown areas of the city, especially if she’s alone. When she’s around strangers, she can become weary, nervous and flighty.

Fear(s):
Several things drive her idiosyncrasies, but above all Eva is terrified of dying alone. She is also scared of losing control of herself.

Secret(s):
She’s a virgin and in all honesty she is afraid of her first time and what it will be like. She also has a diary, complete with a lock, where she’s documented every day she’s been around Derek. She feels like it makes her look obsessive and in some ways she fears she is obsessive, but to her it’s so important but if anyone found it…she doesn’t know what she would do. It holds so many of her personal thoughts and confessions.

Personality:
Put shortly, Eva Clarke is a girly girl. In her element, in the midst of sewing or the fashion world she is highly confident. In unfamiliar settings, however, she can become shy and quiet. Regardless she always give people a chance, and a second chance…and maybe even a third. She likes to believe the best of people and that everyone, even the darkest characters, has some good inside them. She will always look at the glass as half full, incredibly thankful for all that she has. She will remind people of that too if they tend to be snarky or critical of a situation. Annoyingly she tells people to think of how things could have otherwise been etc.

Still, in this she is bubbly and smiley, a giggler in conversations and the type to nervously bite on her lower lip. She is timely and organized, always well dressed. She prides herself with her clothes and outward appearance as well as her kindness. She feels good when she helps others – and in that way she is incredibly proud to be a pet. She doesn’t see herself that way, she sees herself as helping the vampires by providing them with her blood. She is charitable in this way and she is always friendly. Most people describe her as approachable.

Truth be told, though, she does lack in confidence. While she loves helping others she doesn’t really know how to help herself. She is shy and bashful around those she likes – especially Derek – and finds herself tongue tied in those situations. She is very dovish and non-confrontational – unless she’s pushed to her absolute limits or insulted beyond repair. For the most part, however, she’ll just take what’s doled out at her in terms of insults and stomach it until she’s alone later and can process it. In this sense she’s a bottle it up kind of girl, which often gets her into trouble.

Fundamentally Eva is an artistic individual who feels best when she’s surrounded by her textiles, paints or even her notebooks and it is in those situations that she becomes most confident. Elsewise she’s easily startled and while she’s smiley to a stranger, bubbly and chatty, she’s still somewhat weary.

History:
Eva was born Evelyn Cassandra Clarke on April 30th 1991 in Easton Pennsylvania. Her parents were simple people, her father a doctor and GP at the local hospital while her mother was a high school English teacher. As a child she remembers growing up surrounded by love, though often her father was absent for extended periods of time given his rotation as a doctor. Still, her mother raised her to think highly of him and to be grateful that she had her father in her life and to cherish the moments she had. Her mother had lost both of her parents at a young age and as a result she constantly reminded Eva to be thankful. Her father, truly, was no different. He taught Eva to be especially grateful for her good health given the things he would see coming in and out of the hospital day after day. In this sense she was imbued with a deep sense of optimism and gratitude. They were a very loving couple, or so it seemed until Eva grew older and suddenly the cracks began to emerge.

When Eva was five years old her parents fought for the first time in front of her. Her mother was sick and tired of being left alone with a child for days and days, often expected to cut back on what she could do at the school because her father pulled his extended shifts. It grew heated and loud and Eva remembers to this day how much she hated hearing it. As time wore on the fights grew more frequent until she was ten and her parents sat her down and announced that they were going to divorce. Her mother retained custody and moved across the country to Washington to where she had some family. The move was dramatic and hard and for a long time Eva was a quiet and sheepish child, uncomfortable and awkward. She found solace when her mother put her in some art classes at the local YMCA and upon spending more time with her grandmother she began to learn how to sew.

Her passion developed as she aged and Eva became engrossed with fashion above all else. Still, as she learned to sew elaborate dresses and outfits, she yearned for something. Her mother never remarried, though her father did not long after they moved across the country. Though he never admitted to an affair, it seemed obvious that he would not remarry just a rebound. The pain Eva saw in her mothers eyes hurt her deeply. She only wanted the best for her – and herself.

As she completed high school, Eva dallied in dating. Boys often tended to miss her because she wasn’t the preppiest or most outgoing. She went on a handful of dates but during all of the she found herself painfully shy and – truth be told – awkward. Twice, it was with the same boy, his name was Frank. Eva met him when he transferred to the school in grade eleven. She had been decorating the gym for a school dance when he showed up at his then girlfriend’s request. They bonded over filling balloons and shortly after a break up, he asked her out. Eva was thrilled and she enjoyed their dinner and a movie. It was the second time that made her nervous, when Frank suddenly made a bold move for her skirt and underwear. When Eva denied him – it was too soon, who gave that kind of thing away on their second date? – and he grew frustrated. He walked away and called her a prude. After that Eva focused her attention on graduating and getting out of Washington as soon as she could and low and behold she was able to get into Parsons and move to New York.

Shortly after she landed an intern position in the garment district, she was called home to her mom who had been in a car accident. She was barely twenty when she went home to help her, taking leave from school. Things got better quickly and it was on a celebratory night out with friends that she met Derek. The night had been harmless, a friend was getting married and her mother was officially in the clear. She had joined some of her high school friends and that was the first time she met him…Derek. She had been at the bar trying to catch the attention of the bartender when he leaned over her, so much taller than her, and got the man’s attention. Immediately she was enamored. Derek drew something wild out in her, a willingness to dance and drink and just…try to impress him.

It seemed uncanny to believe in love at first sight but to this day, it remains the only way that she can describe how she feels for Derek. Problem is, she’s never expressed that to him. One encounter at the bar had her finding excuses to go back, to run into him, and she did several times over. Her affections seemed so blatant to her – who blushed as red as she did at his compliments? – but it didn’t seem the same. Though *Matt Dallas FC* caught onto it after a few nights of the boys going out together. It was six months ago that *Matt Dallas FC* pulled her aside one night at the bar and into the bathroom, explaining to her what they were and offering her a way to be around Derek often – day in and out. It was startling and scary but in the end she could only think one thing: how could she refuse?

Anything Else:
She has a heart tattoo on her wrist and a belly button piercing she got recently in her attempts to be a little bit more of a rockstar girl but she still feels like she can’t pull off leather…just seems too tough.

So begins...

Eva Clarke'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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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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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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When Eva told him she had merely been reading, he nodded absentmindedly. It explained the thud he had heard upon entering her room. It seemed she had hidden her book quickly, which only made him wonder what she had been reading. However, he was by far more focused on the hunger burning in his throat by now, and the sound of running not too far from the house. It smelled like Adonis, but the scents following him were more or less unfamiliar to Derek. Quietly and in no time he moved to Eva’s window, looking in the direction of the sound. Trees were everywhere, though, rendering him unable to see Adonis. He was wary. This seemed like trouble, although they were all humans. Humans could easily hurt Adonis, though, as he was no more than a fragile human himself.

He heard Eva apologizing behind him and heard her moving, but he paid no attention to her. He was busy. Folding his hands behind his back, his stature straight and primed for battle, Derek waited for Adonis to run into view, not that he couldn’t have gone to help him in the forest; he could’ve followed the sound, but he would much rather have a better advantage, and Adonis seemed to be keeping himself at a distance from these intruders. People being in danger was not foreign to Derek. In fact, he was very used to it, and it was his job to make sure everyone within his coven was safe. And so, he knew he would have to leave his meal if it came down to it.

However, when Adonis pushed through the trees, the other humans right at his heels, Derek heard Isaac moving and soon the younger vampire was in the lawn in front of their house, taking care of the humans, which meant Derek didn’t need to. To Derek, Isaac was a child, so seeing him all threatening and on top was a little amusing if nothing else, but he would admit the kid was useful at times like these. Eva spoke again behind him, and as the fight ended downstairs, he relaxed his stance slightly and glanced at the human girl who looked more or less uncomfortable at this exact moment. He didn’t blame her. He had ignored her for a while as he looked outside, registering everything but her, and it had a tendency to unnerve people. Apparently he was very intense.

He cast her a brief smile before moving towards her once more, his senses finding Alessa close in that same instant. It seemed his family had decided to invade his senses all at the same time and all while he should be feeding. Timing, timing, timing. How many times had this not happened to him? Derek’s eyes were on Eva once more, however, and he was focused on her. No one was in danger anymore, and he was hungry. Eva’s scent was all around him, mixing with the flowers in her room and her subtle perfume. It was seductive to his hungry senses, and he couldn’t help but move towards her as he finally replied, his voice smooth and deep; a sexy purring as always. It wasn’t conscious on his part; it was just how his voice sounded. “Mostly…” he began, his eyes intense on hers as he added “I’m hungry.”

With that, the tall male moved quickly, having picked her up and pinned her against the wall in the next instant. His manners had a tendency to be neglected a little once his hunger was burning in him like this, and Eva was too delicious to resist, so he leaned in, his lips already against her bared neck when he spoke again, his voice a husky murmur, “and you smell amazing.” Derek let his hands slip from her wrists which he had used to capture her against the wall and moved them towards her hips, one settling there while the other cupped her jaw, his palm against the side of her neck he wasn’t murmuring against, thumb on the opposite side of her chin.

His grip on her jaw was firm yet gentle as he tilted her head to the side, baring more of her glorious, smooth neck to him. He would give her his present once he had sated his thirst, he decided as his fangs extended, folding out like those of a rattlesnake. He scraped them gently against her neck, almost in a caress, waiting for a sign of approval before digging in. He didn’t wish to overwhelm her, and he knew his fast movements were confounding to her as it was. That was when he heard the door slamming. Alessa was hungry, it seemed. Ah, fuck. Was Adonis bleeding? He’d hardly noticed, too focused on Eva’s tantalizing scent.

Derek sighed quietly. This meant he had to hurry his feeding on Eva, which was incredibly frustrating as she was an especially delicious treat and he’d rather enjoy her blood than gulp it down greedily. “I apologize for this,” he whispered then before simply digging in. Mostly he was apologizing for the way this feeding would go down. Usually he took his sweet time with her, doing all he could to make it amazing for her. This time he simply didn’t have the time, but he hurriedly released the proper amount of toxins, knowing that even then, it wouldn’t be as pleasurable to her. He would make it up to her, he soon decided as he gulped down the amazing, thick, sweet substance that was Eva’s blood.

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Thud, thud, thud It was amazing to think that Annabelle Jefferson had forever at her finger tips... and she found entertainment in throwing a rubber ball at the ceiling of her bedroom. It was all purely educational of course; despite the fact that the vampire had increased reactions, she was choosing to be slow and not to really pay attention. In her head, Annie was trying to work out how hard a human would need to throw the ball for it to go through the ceiling she was hitting it at. She knew that she could, if she wanted to, achieve that goal without trying, but it was much more fun to work with hypothisis you didn't plan on getting the answers to. Annie would probably ask Adonis or Jasper to complete the expierment for her... when she felt like it.

It may have seemed strange to an outsider; watching the blonde throwing a ball and catching again like a child; however Annie liked to keep busy and set herself nice, silly, little tasks to do. It stopped her from thinking about serious stuff; something she'd had far too much of her life time. Finally, the blonde caught the small rubber ball and threw it at the laundry basket, aiming with a perfect accuracy. 'And that... is why i'm a genius' She spoke aloud, smiling to herself as she stared over at her laptop. She needed to write a blog entry soon; otherwise she would lose readers. Not that she cared. She'd lived this long without worrying about her popularity, why should she start now? It wasn't like it had that many readers anyway...

It was then that the blonde heard a loud shout coming from outside; at lightening speed she stood up, staring out of her window to see what the cause of the commotion was. She saw Adonis; being surrounding by a gang of men. Before she had time to react however; Annie saw a man walk in the fray, causing all the other men to flee. Annie's knuckled clenched on the window seal; It was Isaac. That man would get himself killed one day... she didn't want that to happen. She knew that was being stupid, Isaac was a vampire after all and could look after himself, but she was just so protective of him. She'd put it down to the fact he reminded her of Mathew and the two were basically joined at the hip. But just recently, She'd felt herself grow closer to him... like there was something more. After the her past, this thought scared her. She couldn't let herself become that weak to a man again... love makes you weak. She thought to herself; shaking off her train of thought almost instantly.

Then, Annie grabbed a grey cardigan that complimented her outfit and made her way downstairs, hoping to catch Isaac before he wondered off; she found him just walking back into the building. She stood directly in front of him, blocking his path, 'You could have got yourself hurt out there you know.' She said coolly. She had chosen this approach wisely; shouting at him would have given away the fact that she had been worried sick about him for that split second he was out there alone. 'Never go into a fight with back up, especially when you don't really know who the opponent is, do you understand?' She finished fiercly. She wanted him to understand that she was stupid; she never wanted him to cotton onto the fact she was worried.

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Jasper had been watching TV; there seemed something better than watching the high lights of the 20/20 world cricket series circa 2001. Oh the joys of living in a house full of vampires. That had been on Jasper's favorite seasons, he'd sat there religous blocking out everything else; including a social life just to watch. He smiled as he remember how Robyn used to nag him to get things down and instead he'd trapped her on the sofa to watch most of the game. She hadn't had as much of a passion for it as he had. She'd watch it, but Jasper got the feeling never truely understood it. He gave a small smile of sadness, oh Robyn, why aren't you here... with me? She'd have loved it here; it was the house that dreams were made of her, except the fact that there were blood sucking creatures everywhere you looked. Granted, they were nice enough people; didn't mean to see they couldn't kill you if they had the chance....

Jasper stood up and smothed down his shrt; he was hungry and it was time to eat; he knew he was the only one that used the kitchen well... used it properly. He was a self confessed god in the kitchen; even some of the vampires, namely Angel, enjoyed his cooking. She'd probably be along soon; once she'd smelt the food. She often sat and watched him cook, sometimes in complete silence. That was unnerving to the male; but he knew she was judging him, watching his every move. Quite a lot of the vampires did that; Jasper had noticed, he had gotten used to it.

It was then that Jasper's thought turned to Eva; should he make her dinner? No doubt she'd be hungry by now. He make a little more and save it for her; they had to stick together right? Sometimes she was genuinely the only thing that kept him sane. That and the thought of getting vegence on the bastard that killed Robyn...

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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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Eva couldn’t focus on anything else but the tall and brooding vampire before her. Derek’s presence stole all of her attention. She watched him and wrestled with her own hands in her lap as he momentarily looked out the window. She heard a scuffle and then Isaac shouting. The brunette watched Derek with parted lips and mild concern. Was something serious happening outside? Then his lips pulled into a wry smirk and she exhaled a sigh, knowing that if it was really bad – whatever was happening that is – he would have left her there and gone to help. He turned back to her and she went rigid the moment his eyes landed on her. She curled her toes involuntarily, wrenched by the power of his gaze.

“Mostly…” he told her, replying to her earlier question as to how he was, “I’m hungry.” His voice was jagged and sharp, the slight rasp causing another wave of goose flesh to tear up her arms. She shivered and as she shook he suddenly moved towards her and almost like her daydream, he pulled her to stand. Only with the force and momentum of his inhuman speed, Derek pinned her to the wall. Eva was immediately breathless, her body heaving with air as her senses were suddenly driven wild by his touch. He held her hands at her waist, but not too tightly. Never too tightly. He was gentle and yet forceful. Just like that damned book. It made her moan lowly.

“I know,” she breathed lowly, looking into his eyes in flashes. She looked up at him and then down at the floor several times, somewhat baffled by how fast he moved. Still, the proximity was driving her mad. She wanted him to be this close. But most of all, she wanted him to be doing other things. He leaned in then, and Eva tilted her head away from him, leaning her forehead into his shoulder, feeling his lips graze her throat. Her fingers tensed into fists. She was pinned and could do nothing but feel what he wanted her to feel.

“And you smell amazing,” Derek added. The low tone of his voice so close to her body sent vibrations through her torso. Eva straightened all at once, sighing with a groan, knowing she shouldn’t be enjoying this so much but she did. She loved this. She would die to have this happen every hour of every day with this man…this vampire. He made her feel like she was on fire, his cold touch like flames to her skin, igniting something so passionate and heated in her core. It had to be real. This feeling, this was what all the books talked about didn’t they? When you just knew you couldn’t live without something or someone.

His hands released her wrists, pushing her closer to the wall. His body leaned into hers and her legs were locked between his. While her hands were free, she could do nothing but reach out to brace herself by holding onto his sides. He held her head steady and she leaned her chin towards the support he offered with his palm. She closed her eyes then, softly, her hands squeezing him. She hummed lowly, a sign she had developed in the time he had been feeding on her – as if to say I’m ready. Derek ran his fangs along her throat and she felt her skin react as if tickled.

Then it came – hesitation. Eva felt him stop moving and she flickered her eyes open, batting her lashes as if dazed. She was high from having Derek so close, from having his hands on her. She wanted him to bite into her, to feed. She wanted that release. But he was delaying it and he sighed then and she began to wonder. That momentary lapse in thinking led to surprise.

“I apologize for this,” he whispered. “Wha--?” Eva began to mumble. Then it came. The bite was vicious, like nothing before. She couldn’t suppress the natural squeal of surprise that came from her throat. Eva’s eyes widened and she groaned, feeling the discomfort of his fangs before the natural numbing proceeded. Isaac had explained once that vampires dosed humans with toxins before drinking, making the moment pleasurable or horrific. Normally, Derek would spread that orgasmic good feeling throughout the whole of her body but something was off in this instance. He pulled back quicker than any time before and suddenly was drinking. And quickly. The normal numbness, the high, the sensual orgasmic feelings that had accompanied the nine previous times were almost absent. She felt him pull the blood from her veins and it was uncomfortable. Eva clenched her teeth, tightening her grip on his hips. He kept going, so quickly she was rapidly light headed. “Derek…” she whispered, urgently. The numbness came in her feet quickly and within seconds she knew that if he pulled back she would collapse.

She knew she had had enough suddenly. Eva had never hit the point before but her body began to resist him even though her heart and mind were more than willing to let him keep going. Her hands released his sides, her left slapping the wall. Eva tried to move her feet again, fidgeting. Any heat, any excitement she had felt before was gone. She felt raw and sore all at once, numb in places but above all just plain loopy. When she opened her eyes again, Eva saw stars. The bedside lamp on her nightstand suddenly seemed ten times brighter. His voice was louder in her ears. She felt like she was falling when she suddenly reached out to grip his shoulders, to hold on while her heart felt like it was racing for dear life in her ears. She had never felt like this before. "I feel sick," she struggled to tell him. Her hands were shaking by the time he pulled back. Eva felt jarred when she heard someone move loudly past her bedroom door. The steps loudly continued up to the attic staircase beyond her room. She knew at once it was Adonis and sudden crashing noises had her concerned. Yet just as suddenly as it happened, she forgot about it, her focus on Derek and what he was doing, listening for...anything.





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Scarlett lingered on Oliver’s mind as he moved back to the room he had claimed as his own. The blonde’s fresh scent remained heavy in the halls, taunting the monster within him. Oliver subdued his desire to drain the pet with another wave of images of his most recent victims. So many blondes came to mind. All young women. All eerily like Scarlett. His subconscious was speaking for itself. He was angry as he dropped is towel and dressed himself in clean clothing. Why did he want this girl so bad? Why didn’t he just go through with it, as he always had? What was so special about her that he almost wanted to keep her alive. Well obviously he did. Was he actually able to control himself around her and prevent himself from drinking? He had never, ultimately, been able to keep himself away from a human he had wanted. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had never made it more than six weeks without finally killing that person. Scarlett had been with the Fallen coven for months – no…years!

Oliver paused as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyebrows furrowing with the thought. How had he failed to recognize this? This was good wasn’t it? But how long had it been since he had been able to think this rationally? Years? Had he lapsed that long just to please Helena? Was he really enjoying the power of being a vampire for such extended periods of time now? It shook him up and he felt his lips twitching as he moved to take in his personal space. One wall was exposed brick. His double bed backed onto it, the frame simple. The bedding was still astray from when he had tried to lay still the day before. His unrest had led him to hunting, and to killing again. He hadn’t been able to occupy his mind lately. Today he was about to pull an old leather bound diary from a small dresser when the old groaning sound of the house’s beat up piano filled his ears. Oliver tilted his head, feeling the frustration ebb slightly. The song was light and smooth. His mother had used to play the piano, when he was human and had hated them all. But the sound felt like home and suddenly he was closing the drawer and moving away from his bedroom to the hall, following the noise like a butterfly to flame. He found himself in the doorway to the large upstairs loft area, his eyes raking in Scarlett’s back. He should have known.

For awhile he stood in listened as the song gained intensity. He watched as her fingers danced over the keys, how her head swayed with the song and how her body seemed to curl over the keyboard, moving from one stretch to another, lost in the song. The smell of her was tantalizing and he could feel his fangs extend, releasing pleasure toxins into his mouth. The venom gathered on his tongue bitterly and he swallowed, recognizing that he needed to leave, to clean up his mess as Helena called it. He sighed, walking away from the blonde without a word. He moved quickly, knowing that if he hesitated he wouldn’t leave. He forced himself down the stairs and out the door. He was there long enough to hear Kaleigh begging between sobs. It was enough to send him running back to the bar, stopping only to collect a few important things.

He hadn’t truly been away that long. An hour and a half tops. Surprisingly the bouncer he had persuaded to bar the bathrooms was still at his post. No police cars, ambulances or other human organizations were present. No one had been discovered yet it seemed. He leapt up the fire escape, unemotional as he returned to the bathroom window he had broken through. He looked inside, the bodies where he had left them, water still streaming out of the broken sink. It was almost knee deep and the dead women floated earlier, their blood swirling ominously. He crawled through, wading through his mess to claim their bodies. The water was doing enough to remove evidence of his presence, and of them. Still, he wasn’t stupid enough to leave traces of their blood. He hauled the two corpses over his shoulder, kicking in the broken faucet to bend it closed. He hauled them out onto the escape before he withdrew a bottle of gasoline from his coat, stolen from a campfire stove in the neighbors shed. He tore the cap off the canister, splashing it up the walls and bathroom stalls before crawling back through again, standing close enough to light a match, hissing at the flame before chucking it through. The water mixed with the gas to burn brilliantly. The heat flashed through the window, one blast enough to sear the back of his neck. It healed quickly as he hoisted the bodies onto his shoulder, his face grim as he jumped onto the rooftop and moved to a conservation area behind a local park. It was closed at night and he was able to do what he needed to do, disposing of the two women as Helena had requested. He moved fast, not wanting to spend more time than he needed looking at their faces, still it was time consuming. In a good way, however, he was focused on the task at hand and not the situation at home. Or Scarlett.

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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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Derek pulled back immediately after her comment. Eva sighed. She didn’t know if it was relief, content or delight, but it certainly was not the near orgasm she typically felt. It was nothing like what she usually felt. For the first time, her body was rejecting him. Instinct was telling her to get away from him. She wasn’t hurt but she didn’t feel right. Eva felt loopy and she clung to him, and he to her. She felt Derek tighten his hold on her, bearing more of her weight. She shifted and her head lolled into the hollow of his throat.

“I’ll make this up to you,” Derek whispered, sincerity bleeding with his tone. It was the closest thing to a sorry he had ever given her. He seemed as unhappy as she was, but even more so. Eva ran her hands down his arms, allowing herself to grip his biceps, to feel the tension in his body, the petrified muscle hard as solid marble. Her fingers could barely ply at his skin. As he stepped away from the wall, she fell slightly but he knelt and swept her into his arms. The motion was so fast she felt her stomach churn and the loopiness in her head rapidly degenerated into a wave of vertigo. “Woah,” she said in surprise, her hands shifting to bring herself closer to his chest. What other chance did she have for him to carry her princess style? Eva gasped and inhaled sharply, looking at his face so close. Staring into his eyes, he leaning forward. Her entire body shivered in anticipation, a flush running up the length of her cheeks before fading back to the pale tone associated with her lower blood level. Her lips were parted, and she tilted her chin ever so slightly, bringing her mouth closer to him. Then he bypassed her face entirely, pressing his cold lips to her forehead, just below her hairline. Eva didn’t feel capable of hiding her disappointment. He pulled away and she turned her face into his shirt. God damnit. Does my face not scream kiss me?

Derek moved quickly then, setting her back down on her bed. “Just rest. You’ll feel better soon,” he told her vaguely. Eva laid on her side, pulling her hands under her pillow after adjusting the collar of her sweater to cover her neck. He leaned over her briefly, allowing himself to run a hand through her hair. She squeezed her eyes shut then, feeling her body respond to his touch while an odd numbness seemed to spread through her arms and legs. When she opened her eyes, Derek was closing her bedroom door. It seemed that just as fast as he had come, he was gone.

The brunette was confused. Her eyes shifted as she looked at the clock on her nightstand, past the small bright mini orchid. The small silver box containing his latest gift caught his eye. Eva didn’t want to open it for the first time. It was just so weird. She felt so…used and even a little dirty? Was this what a one night stand felt like?

Eva tried to sleep. She rolled so that her back faced the door, sliding her legs under her comforter. A chill ran up her spine, making her shiver. The sweating came shortly after and she knew immediately that her blood sugar content was probably low, meaning she needed to eat and have some juice. Just like when any person went to a blood bank, she needed her drink and cookie. Slowly she sat up. When she moved too fast the light headed feeling returned and she felt dizzy. She had walked into doors and fallen down the stairs before and didn’t want to do that today. Eva wrapped a smaller fleece blanket around her shoulders, gripping it in her hands under her chin. Conscious of where she stepped, she left her room and slowly walked down the stairs, gripping the banister for balance.

When she hit the landing she smelt Jasper’s cooking. It was comforting to know that she would likely not have to try and make something by herself. Fashion was her talent, not the kitchen. As she entered the kitchen she couldn’t help but hum her delight, moving to the fridge to open it and grab the bottle of orange juice. Using her left hand to grip it, she turned to set it on the counter only to feel her hand slip as the numbness of blood loss hit her hands. “Crap,” she gasped, trying to grab it. The plastic jug hit the floor with a thud, skidding over to Jasper by the stove. Eva tugged the blanket around her shoulders tighter to her body, clasping it with one hand while she retrieved the juice. As she stood she felt the dizziness hit her and she wavered in her position before looking at Jasper with a weak smile. “Didn’t mean to interrupt you like this,” she apologized, looking at the typically sullen man who was also a pet to the forbearers. She knew that Derek’s bite mark on her neck was likely still pink and healing. She knew that Jasper would know right away what she was dealing with. Still, she didn’t want to ask him for his help because all she wanted something to eat and some orange juice so that she could crawl back into her bed and stop feeling the way she was feeling. Maybe she did need to take a bath now. She felt a little dirty. Then she realized Angel was also present, the female vampire standing close to Jasper. She was dressed...a little oddly. Eva swallowed. "Didn't mean to interrupt you either Angel," she murmured.

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He didn't understand. He didn't understand why Annie had come down here. That was good, right? That had been what the female vampire had wanted. Not to show him how she truly felt about him. She couldn't; it would make things far too complicated. Still, there was a part of her that shriveled up a little when she saw that he gave an angrier response back. Ahe really did need to talk to someone about how she felt. She was smart, granted, but feelings? That was a whole different ball park. Maybe she'd talk to Angel about it, the female vampire was like a sister to her. Annie searched for Angel's scent, locating it not too far away. It mixed with the smell of cooking.. and Jasper. Ah, perhaps now wouldn't be the best time.

She smiled, accepting Isaac's apology; she secretly marveled in the way that she was able to make him turn around and say sorry so quickly.. She shoved the thought to the back of her mind. She didn't want the male to feel he shouldn't hurt her. She could see it in his eye every time she looked at him and she hated it. Isaac's abrupt departure left her a little shocked, had she done something wrong to upset him? Of all the people in the covern, Isaac was the one whose opinion truely mattered to her. 'Hey,' She called, a softer, more playful edge to her voice, 'Try not to get into any fights this time.' She smiled to herself as she watched the handsome vampire walk away.

It was then that she heard another slam of the front door, looking up she saw the broken form of Adonis. Annie hide herself in the shadows, not wanting to startle or frighten the human. She watched as he stumbled across the hall, obviously quite hurt. Somebody should check if he was okay. She searched the house for the scents of her covern. Only Angel, herself, Isaac and the humans. Derek and Alessa must have gone out. With the other two vampires in the house currently preoccupied, although what Isaac was up to she had no idea, the blonde decided she had better go and check on the human. After all, they were pets, not slaves; they needed looking after.

Just then, Isaac came back. He looked a little upset. What the hell had distracted him so and then made him like this? For once, the female vampire let a little concern seep into her expression as she looked at him. She came within a second of asking Isaac what was wrong, but then he spoke, asking her if she wanted to grab something to eat. 'I'll join you in a minute, i'm just going to and check on Adonis, he looked in a pretty bad way when he walked past a second ago..' She said quietly, staring into the eyes of the handsome vampire before casting her eyes downward, turning around walking away at human speed. ' Oh and Jasper's in the kitchen, making food, however I think Angel got their first.' She gave Isaac a small smile, before running at vampire speed to find Adonis.

Within seconds she was at is room. She knocked on the door firmly 'Adonis, it's Annie. Open the door please?' She spoke softly but clearly, not wanting to scare the human on the other side of it.

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Jasper was making brunch. In normal human life's, this would have been dinner time, but this wasn't a normal human life. The humans didn't really sleep in the night time, they slept more in the day; much like vampires did. So the meal Jasper was making was more across between breakfast and lunch. Bacon, Eggs, sausages and beans. A hearty meal. He liked cooking it soothed them male greatly to have total concerntration on what he was cooking. Jasper espeically enjoyed cooking for others, it gave the male a great deal of satisfaction to see others enjoy something that he had created.

It was then that the male heard a thump on the desk, he stepped back from the counter, startled by the sound. It was then that he saw Angel. It was instantly apparent to the male that there was something different about the female. She was dressed in an extremely short dress that showed all her assets of..quite nicely actually. Not that Jasper cared; she looked good, just not as good as Robyn did. There was something in the female vampires eyes that was scaring him. She looked..almost manic. This meant only one thing in Jasper's head. It was feeding time for Angel.

The male was aware of somebody entering the room as Angel spoke. She told me how hungry she was; he suspected it wasn't just for the food he was cooking. Angel was regular company of his; when she wasn't feasting on his bloody was actually ok to be around; however at this moment Jasper knew he had to comply with what she said; for his sake. 'Angel' He began softly, before he was interrupted by something falling to the floor behind him. He turned to see an extremely weak looking Eva staring back at him, the two of them now standing in a pool of orange juice. He knew she'd been feed on almost instantly. There was something in the male that didn't like that. Not one little bit. He know, of course, that it was her choice to be here as much as it was his, the two of them had discussed, at length their reasons for being here. However, there was something about the weak female standing opposite him that didn't sit right with the South Africian. He almost resented the vampires for doing to her.

'That's quite alright, there's another carton in the fridge,' smiling at her as he brushed past her, opening the fridge and pouringo out another cup full for Eva. 'Go and sit over there,' He said soothingly, pointing to the sofa's not ten yards away from them, 'I'm about to dish this meal up, sit and eat it here. That way I know you've eaten.' He told her simply. Jasper was an extremely calm person, he always cared about those who were close to him. He had become quite good friends with Eva, she reminded him of his old self in a way. Well when she wasn't recovering from being feed on at the very least.

The male then turned back to Angel; the vampire was still crouched on the desktop, watching the whole scene like a hawk. 'Why yes, Angel, you may have some of my meal, please sit down and I'll bring it over.' He told her quietly, completely ignoring her obvious lust for his blood as he began to serve the meal.

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Angiluzza heard everything around her. Isaac and Annabelle in conversation, Adonis brooding in his attic, and Eva making her way downstairs. She could smell the disappointment on her. The sadness. Eva was a sweet girl, she really was. Whenever Angel was in a particularly sociable mood, she didn't mind taking the girl out or buying her gifts or even modeling some of her designs. Though, to be truly honest, if Angel had the choice to remove one of the humans, it would be Eva.

It wasn't anything personal. Okay, it was just a little bit personal. Angiluzza wasn't just a vampire. She was a woman. That made her doubly possessive and territorial. And though she hid it very well, she was never fond of the way Eva looked at Derek nor the direction her emotions went in his presence. It irked her more than Adonis' mouth.

She watched with bright blue eyes as Eva made a mess with the orange juice and lifted a brow. She watched the humans interacting, canting her head to the left a tad. She was aware of how Jasper felt about Eva's presence. Though she didn't see why it was his business. She was the one who had volunteered herself, anyways. For stupid reason, yes. But still, food was food and it was better than a Twilight fangirl. Only by a tad bit. But still better.

She moved from her spot on the island to the counter next to the stove at Jasper's words. She was definitely not in the mood for his games or his evasiveness. She shut off the burners, her face showing no emotion as she spoke in even tones, her eyes shifting to a gaze as cold as the marble floors in her music room. “Non ho tempo per i giochi, Jasper. Sarebbe saggio di voi non per testare i miei limiti.” Angiluzza wasn't fond of many things. One of these things was being tested and teased. She was no Fallen – Not by a long shot. But she did get highly irritated when either Eva or Jasper denied her sustenance. They had volunteered for the job and she felt that they didn't have the right to say no while on the job.

It was obvious that her patience was already wearing thin as she slid from the counter, approaching him with menacing steps. Her lips pulled back and her fangs slid out audibly as her hunger spiked at the scent of him. “I am going to ask you politely one more time. I suggest you come out with a smarter answer. Jasper, darling. May I. Have a bite to eat?” She really hoped that he decided to be smart because. Well. Good things never happened when she was denied.




OOC: I'll have Adonis' up later tonight or tomorrow <3! Same with Kristof and Dmitri!



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Eva quickly realized that Angel was tense and more than normal. She didn’t know how she hadn’t noticed it at first. Self concern had her ultimate goal the fridge and its contents. Having found Jasper was a bonus. Seeing Angel now, staring at her as she struggled to clean up the mess she had made only made her hands shake more than they already were. The brunette had a rather scathing stare when she was annoyed. Eva felt incredibly small and foolish the moment she looked into the vampire’s eyes. Biting down on her lip, she wasn’t quite sure what to do. The mess wasn’t as large as it could have been. The plastic of the jug had split, leaving a small puddle where it had landed and nothing more. She collected it and dropped it in the sink, eying Jasper and fidgeting. Normally she would have happily greeted Angel and tried to make her smile – likely showing her some new fashion sketch she had come up with (and there were a few upstairs in her room and on her mind). But today when she was close to a hypoglycemic reaction, she was quiet, flashing her eyes at Jasper as he smiled at her like nothing was wrong.

“That's quite alright, there's another carton in the fridge,” Jasper told her matter of factly. He did so in a way that she didn’t feel terrible. Still, with Angel so close and kneeling on the counter looking ready to pounce, Eva didn’t want to push the scenario. She smiled weakly back at her friend as he moved to collect a second carton of juice from the fridge, taking a glass out for her and filling it without so much as batting an eye. She took it in two hands, keeping her blanket high on her shoulders to cover her neck. “Thank-you,” she whispered, her voice low. A hint of her usual peppiness was present.

“Go and sit over there,” Jasper offered, extending a hand to one of the couches off to the side of a large kitchen table. Eva nodded slowly, bringing the glass to her lips and taking in several mouthfuls of juice. The glass was half gone but her head was instantly clearer. Still, she knew her body was reacting to her low blood level and likely would for the next few hours like Derek had told her. It was weird though. Normally all of the vampires were willing to return the blood favor. Even a lick of vampire blood would ease the effects of blood loss incrementally. Derek had not been so charitable today and Angel looked about ready to…do unthinkable things to one of them that Eva knew better. She could take care of herself after all. “I'm about to dish this meal up, sit and eat it here. That way I know you've eaten,” Jasper added. Eva nodded again before walking away from the tense situation to sit on the couch, hunching over and shivering from her chill, hugging the juice between her knees and trying to close her eyes. Still, she heard him speak to the other vampire tersely. She couldn’t help it and at once she was concerned.

“Why yes, Angel, you may have some of my meal, please sit down and I'll bring it over,” Jasper said to Angel. The scraping of books and the clatter of plates told Eva that he was doing just as he said he was – plating his meal and a portion for herself. “Non ho tempo per i giochi, Jasper. Sarebbe saggio di voi non per testare i miei limiti,” Angiluzza barked back at him. I don't have time for games Jasper. It would be wise of you not to test my limits. Her harsh Italian came off quickly. Eva had been around long enough to know that when Angel was speaking in rapid Italian she was hungry. Just as Derek had been earlier, she was famished and unfortunately she was eying Jasper in a less than friendly way. “But she’s a forbearer…she won’t kill him?” Eva thought lowly to herself in wonder. She could never tell with any of them. Derek had told her once to leave the coven while she could, paid off to never say anything. After she had arrived with Isaac upon being told what they were, all of them appeared weary to her. She understood the fear of an outsider but to a degree she hadn’t understood the warnings until she had experienced their thirst. All of the forbearers seemed to push themselves to a point where they were almost ravenous at times. She wished they would take a little often rather than a lot occasionally. It was easier that way, less painful, more pleasurable.

“I am going to ask you politely one more time. I suggest you come out with a smarter answer. Jasper, darling. May I. Have a bite to eat?” Eva heard Angel demand. The words were sharp and unrelenting, offering no other option for Jasper. “Has any of us ever said no?” she wondered to herself, keeping her eyes downcast and focused on her glass of juice that was already half full. She wished she could just sleep through all of this but her body had her awake and aware. Painfully aware now with the juice in her too.

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Dark, matted hair fell into her face, dragging across the stone. The nails on her slender fingers were sharp, long. The soft but sickeningly frightening sound of her bare footfalls echoed in the silent night. Her body was positioned into a half crouch as she crawled down the alley. These traits combined were all but welcoming, though none of them made the young man at her feet truly shudder.

Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, and the man gave a silent gasp at the sight of it as he crawled slowly backwards down the alley. No creature he had ever seen could surpass her beauty. The smoothness of her olive skin, the gentleness of her jaw line. But when he dared to look into the eyes of the monster, he turned to stone. Her dark lashes lifted and stared forward. Though the whites of her eyes were visible, the pupils weren’t. The irises were as black as the night sky above her, blending in with the pupils. The midnight of her eyes was everything but dark, however they shone brighter than the full moon.

The man at the end of the alley was still locked into place against the stone wall as the woman came closer. She was on top of him in lightning speed, not giving him any time to defend himself as she attacked. She gripped his face and lunged her head into his neck, digging her fangs into his flesh. The blood curdling scream of her victim shrilled through the air before he felt the pleasure of her feeding. The monster was too overwhelmed to care, swimming in the blood that flowed freely out of his neck into her mouth.


“Let’s go.” Alessa jumped when she heard the low purr of Derek’s voice. Her painful reminiscing had restricted her from hearing or sensing his approach. Her hands still trembled as she turned the key in the ignition and drove smoothly out of their garage. The memory had been horrible, though she barely remembered the experience. The event had taken place long ago, and she hadn’t been conscious through most of it. It had been her first feeding as a Fledgling, the feeding that turned her into a newborn vampire. Going so long without feeding had turned her crazy, sending her on a rampage that nearly killed a man, and nearly made her fall.

Alessa shook her head, shaking away the memory of the first night. Now wasn’t the time to think of such things. She had to focus on the road, not that it was necessary. She could be facing backwards in the driver’s seat and still drive better than most humans.

Turning briefly, she noticed the stone expression on her protector’s face. Derek gazed out the window, not bothering to look at her. She sighed. “I. . . apologize – to both you and Eva. This came suddenly, and it wasn’t polite of me to not respect your feeding and Eva’s wellbeing. I’ll make sure that when we return I will apologize immediately, and explain to her that her sore experience had been of my fault.” She gripped the wheel tightly, hoping Derek would understand that she was sincere. She wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t take her apology. She didn’t feel like she deserved it.
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he drive was quiet for the most part; neither of them felt like talking. Alessa didn’t blame her passenger. She would’ve been upset, as well, if she had hurt and maybe traumatized someone she truly cared about. Eva must feel horrible back at home, sick after the fast feeding. Alessa resolved to make it up to the girl, later. She hated feeling responsible for the girl not feeling well. And what had been wrong with Adonis? The Forbearers’ other pet didn’t seem in good spirits after Alessa had let his side. Well, anyone would feel sour after having been almost murdered by someone you thought of as a friend. What had he been mumbling about in his room? The female vampire picked her brain as she tried to remember Portuguese. Kissing. He had said something about kissing. Is that what his earlier fight had been about? Had he kissed some guy’s girlfriend and gotten chased by a goon? Alessa sighed. Adonis was always getting into trouble. She couldn’t stay mad at him though, she would talk to him later. She loved him, and wanted to make sure he was okay.

Love? Alessa thought about the word that had appeared in her mind. Love, she repeated. Never before had she questioned which love she had felt. Surely she loved all of her coven members, but she loved them like family. Adonis didn’t really count as a coven member – did he? – so family love might or might not apply here. Sure, the leader favored him, but was this the reason why?

Alessa snapped out of her train of thought when Derek asked out their hunting venue. She pondered this quickly while he patiently waited. She thought a nightclub was best, and wanted some alcohol flavor in her blood tonight. She suggested this, and drove onto another road. This road was long and mostly deserted, except for a lone bar that sat halfway down the road. It was a bar, nightclub, and a truck stop. Drivers came here to take a break from driving long hours on the road. It was an ideal feeding place for Alessa, because if something did go wrong during her feeding, no one would notice a truck driver missing from out of state.

She drove off the road and into the dirt parking lot, parking around back. She stuck her keys into the glove compartment, and pulled out a blade. It was six inches long with a leather bound hilt. She slipped it into the sleeve of her jacket, and motioned for Derek to take any of the other weapons in the compartment. Alessa pulled out a shiny revolver and stuck it the waistband of her pants by the small of her back.

After Derek closed and locked the compartment, they stalked into the club. It was small, but not claustrophobic. The darkness was welcoming, and it seemed like others had the same feeling as the club was crowded. Smoke flowed through the air, and the
crowd stared awestruck at the vampires in the doorway when it cleared.

Vampires, being predators were perfect in human eyes, and this feature came in handy when looking for a meal. Already, Alessa spotted several men who would do, and sent a smile their way. She spoke softly in Derek’s ear, telling him that he was free to feed if he wished. The female vampire said that she would talk to the men in the corner and wait for him while he took his time feeding on a female in the room. Several of them were eyeing the protector, already. Alessa could hear the giggles as they appraised him.

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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: Alessa Dattolo
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Helena the Bloody


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.

~~ Some time… later ~~


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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As Jasper heard Angel's meanicing threat in Italian; it made his inside's run cold. He was aware that he was running on borrowed time. He, of all people, knew that the vampire wasn't a very patient person. He seemed to be a particular favorite of his. What could be more wonderful, being the flavor of the month with a psychotic vampire? Jasper rolled his eyes; was this price he was paying for the one he loved? He supposed it wasn't all bad, Eva made it slightly more bareable as did some of the others in the covern. However, when they were hungry, there was no stopping them.

After he had dished up the food he had just prepared, the male looked up at Angel as she spoke. She was actually quite attractive. Then agian, Jasper supposed that was part of the lore. She was meant to be beautiful. Her repeated question was venous and caused the man to do something out of character for just a split second; he let fear fill his eyes. He was scared, he annoyed Angel by playing games. Now, the male wasn't sure whether he was going to enjoy this experience or not.

Almost as soon as he let his fear show in his eyes, Jasper turned away from her to look at the fellow human in the room. Now there was a sign of true beauty. Eva was beautiful, Jasper had no denying that; even when she was recovering from being bitten. He was still a little angry about that, as he always was when he saw her in that state. However, he knew the whole thing was completely pointless. She was totally... enthralled by Derek, she was more than willing for him to take from her, as was the dark haired male standing in the kitchen. He blinked and shook his head, aware that he hadn't spoken for quite some period of time. 'Eva, your meal's on the side here.' He began, giving a small smile. He didn't want to be fed on here. Not in front of Eva. The poor girl had expierenced enough without watching that sort of event. 'Will you excuse us for a few minutes?' He asked Eva before gesturing to Angel. 'After you my dear.' They'd probably go to her bedroom, she may even do it in the corrider if she was that desperate. Jasper gulped. He was genuinely scared.

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Kaleigh Ann Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius Character Portrait: Annabelle Jefferson Character Portrait: Dmitri Deon Character Portrait: Lucan Norvel
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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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The couch was comfortable, almost too much so. Eva hunched forward, tapping her nails along the glass in short rhythms. Her fingers alternated through the pattern until the noise because too dizzying. She paused to sigh, bringing the glass to her lips with both hands to down the remainder of it. Shakily she set the empty glass on a stack of milk crates serving as a side table. She leaned forward, watching Jasper move throughout the kitchen unconcerned with Angel’s leering glare and animalistic posture. She flinched as he froze when the vampire leaned in and threatened him. Biting her tongue, she closed her eyes to try and ignore the virtual action thriller emerging in their kitchen. She had had enough of their feeding today. Derek had never been so aggressive. What had changed? She rubbed at her eyes and sighed, looking over towards Jasper again to see him portioning his cooking of the day. He looked over his shoulder at her, smiling weakly. Eva smiled back, trying to convey that she was worried for him, that she cared for him. They had become close since she had joined the coven as a pet. He had taught her so much. Now she wished she could help him, defend him, tell Angel off. But they had no right. This was what they had signed up for after all. But Angel was always the most imposing. The more Eva spent time around her, the more she felt like the Italian vampire was the most…vindictive. Then again, they all could be that way. Derek had certainly shown her that today.

“Eva, your meal's on the side here,” Jasper explained. Eva shook her head before nodding, her cloudy mind tuning into his words. She saw the plate he had left for her and she smiled wider, licking her lips. “Thank-you,” she smiled. “Will you excuse us for a few minutes?” he asked gently. Eva shrugged and looked away then, knowing he was being polite but recognizing that he was also heading to a separate room with Angel alone. It was unsettling today to know that. She couldn’t say why. She had never thought of it in that way before. Her lack of comment had Jasper gesturing to Angel for them to head for their bedrooms, his endearing nature continuing. Eva sincerely hoped his pleasantries would buy him a more favorable experience.

Eva stood up clumsily, tucking the blanket around her shoulders tighter, and walked back into the kitchen as the two exited. She could hear the hum of Angel’s verbal licking as the two proceeded to private room and she continued to feel unnerved as she claimed her dinner, a fork, and the remainder of the jug of orange juice from the fridge. She didn’t want to be out in the open. She felt exposed. So slowly she moved to the stairs and taking them slowly she managed to make her way back up stairs. In thought she verbalized her every motion to keep herself focused and her hearing focused on the mental sound of her voice and not the noises of anyone else.

When she got to her door she was thankful and when she closed it behind her she felt relieved. The sight of all of Derek’s gifts again was somewhat overwhelming and she set the juice and her dinner on her bed, taking the time to clear a spot on her nightstand and to set his most recent unopened gift aside. She moved around her room slowly still, turning on an old TV set on a nightstand on the opposite side of her bed and booting up an old DVD player. She pulled out a digital copy of one of her favorite black and white films – the 1964 version of My Fair Lady. Eva had always been a sucker for classic films but for some reason the story called to her. As she hit play she moved back to her bed, propping herself up against the wall with her dinner in her lap to eat and watch, keeping the volume loud enough to drown anything she didn’t want to hear without being so loud that Adonis could hear it word for word – something he had complained about on occasion. She had to wonder absently where everyone was as the opening credits rolled, and moreover what mood they were in.

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Character Portrait: Eva Clarke Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Annabelle Jefferson Character Portrait: Isaac Warren Character Portrait: Adonis Charmides Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo Character Portrait: Jasper Roberts
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Adonis watched as Jasper merely glared before walking away. He never did really like the guy anyways. He was stupid, that's why. Eva was stupid, too. He was the only smart human here. He was the only one who took the entire situation as seriously as it needed to be – He knew that he could die any day either by the hand of the Coven members or the hands of others. He didn't fantasize that he was completely safe with them – Except for Alessa. He knew he'd be safe around her, always. Even though he was a total dick and often teased everyone...minus Derek and Angiluzza. The boy shrugged and simply made his way back to his room, not bothering to stop and ask Angel if she wanted a bite; She found his blood type revolting. Which he was kind of glad for. No, he simply went back to his attic room and locked it up for the night.

Angiluzza had stopped pounding the the piano keys shortly after. Her instincts were going off wildly, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She eased up from her seat and slid quietly out of her room and down the hall. She could hear...Adonis cursing himself upstairs...Jasper mumbling about what he had gotten himself into...Eva's movie; My Fair Lady was a good choice but Eliza's damn voice was so annoying. But...There was something else. Running. It wasn't Derek and Alessa...They took the car. Annie and Isaac were talking about dinner...in the house.

Angiluzza's fangs immediately slid out with an audible click as she pulled her lips over her teeth and hissed. Who the fuck was coming, then? And with Alessa and Derek both gone...Angiluzza wasn't very happy about it. “Annie...Isaac...Come here, now.” She spoke evenly, though not shouting. She knew they'd hear anyways. As she reached the front door, they were by her side in an instant. “What's wrong, Nina?” Annie tilted her head quizzically, as did Isaac until they heard what Angel had heard. They both bared their fangs in response as the running became walking...up the stairs...to the door.

And then the doorbell rang.

They were knocked back by the strong scent of fresh blood, almost overwhelming them. And another scent. Six, to be exact. Three of them were highly familiar. “Knockity knockity.” came a condescending voice that was the deep baritone of Paul Johnson. A woman's giggle followed; Morganna del Rio. Silence was heard on Gaspard's end while three more female giggles were heard. Angiluzza opened up the door with a yank, hissing lowly. Paul laughed with a sneer and attempted to push past the three at the door. “Now, now. Is that any way to treat old friends?” He gave a tut tut as Annie stepped forward. “Old friends my ass.” She hissed at him. Angel held her back with a single hand, her face placid.

“What do you want? Derek and I have already said no. And the answer is still the same.”

A few centuries ago, Paul and his troupe had come knocking on the Coven's door, offering Derek and Angiluzza a place in their Coven. But, they were Fallen and of course the pair was far from interested, engaging battle with them – But the slippery fucks had used pawns to make their escape. Angel couldn't stand them. Isaac was staring hard at them, his face contorted into a look of pure hatred.

“Well, we don't take kindly to rejections. Surely you didn't think we were just going to let you go, eh? Plus you did kill off Renata, Kiko, and Leann. I really did like those three.” Paul faux-pouted before snickering. Angiluzza didn't give them a chance to strike first, her fist flying out and meeting Paul's jaw, sending him half way across the yard. Her hit was immediately responded to by Morganna and Gaspard tackling her into the house while Annie and Isaac engaged the three 'groupies' at the front door still. Angiluzza didn't like being pinned down, flashbacks hitting her one after one as she clawed, kicked, and bit the two on top of her.

She didn't take long to get a grip, grabbing them both by the neck and tossing them away from her as though they were rag dolls. Well, there went the kitchen. Isaac had just been put through the living room wall, smashing into the television. The groupies had just stopped when they noticed the sound coming from Eva's room and the screaming coming from Adonis' attic and ditched their fight immediately, heading towards the stairs. Angiluzza might have paused to go and stop them...

Might have.

But she had her own to handle. She could hear Adonis on the phone in the attic, frantically screaming for Derek and Alessa to hurry. No doubt that it was Alessa he had called; He was too scared to ask for Angel's or Derek's. Angel was blindsided by Gaspard who punched her in the back of the head, Morganna following suit by delivering a kick to Angel's chest, sending her into a wall. Paul was about to join the fight...Until he caught sight of a scared shitless Jasper. Angel didn't have time to move for him in defense because Gaspard and Morganna were now trying to tear her in half. Angel wanted to scream out as the human that she had thought about killing earlier was killed right before her eyes.

Isaac and Annabelle had grabbed the two women heading up the stairs by the backs of their necks and yanked them down, throwing them into a wall behind them. The pair were quick to dodge the bits of rubble thrown at them, moving ever closer with each dodge until they were within five feet. They jumped onto the two girls and hacked away at their necks with their fangs, clinging to the young vampires with every bit of strength that they had. They could not let these two upstairs because Eva would be the first to go. And then they would bust down Adonis' attic door. They had already lost Jasper - They couldn't lose their other two! It didn't take too long from the gnashing teeth and tugging hands for their heads to detach from the women's bodies. Feeling victorious and strong, they headed to take on Paul now.

Angel roared in pain as she pulled her arms together, causing her two targets to slam into each other. She saw red now, everything moving being a target. She bit deeply into Morganna's neck, ripping off her flesh and clawing her. Formal training went out the window as primal survival instincts took over. She was literally growling as she fought, intent on ripping them limb from limb. She could hear Paul's taunts as he took on Annie and Isaac in the background, seeming to be enraged underneath by the fact that his groupies were killed off so easily. Paul glanced over at Annie, dodging an incoming punch with ease, grabbing her arm and offering another 'tut tut tut' as he slammed her into poor Isaac.

Angiluzza heard a rip as Gaspard's head came off, watching as Morganna broke down into tears. Using the redhead's moment of weakness, Angel leapt onto her and twisted her head clean around and pulled until it came off. The sound of her head coming off was followed suit immediately by two more of the kind...What was that? She looked over to see Annabelle and Jasper without heads and a whole new kind of rage filled her body. She ran to Paul and leapt up, landing on his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his neck tightly and beginning to pull up from his jaw and the back of his head. She felt his hands grab her waist as he slammed her down, putting a hole in the floor. She wondered where Eva was. Was she still in her room? And Adonis...? Wait - She could hear Adonis still screaming into the phone. She focused solely on her fight now - she refused to let go until Paul's head came off. She was slammed repeatedly into the floor and into the wall as her nails dug into his flesh, one of them breaking off; acrylic.

Finally, she heard the sound that she wanted to hear and she fell off of him as he fell down, his head in her hands. Angiluzza was lying on top of Annabelle and Isaac, soaking in their blood as she entered a daze. They were gone. Both of them. She didn't give a shit about Jasper's death - He was getting on her last nerve, anyways. But her sister and little brother died...It was six against three and only one survived...



You know...Nicholas and Alessa will blame you for these deaths. You were the eldest here. Two food sources gone, an Enforcer, and the only Procurer. That leaves us down to three Vampires and only two humans.


We were outnumbered! Isaac was so young! Gaspard and Morganna and Paul were all just barely younger than me.


Aww. Too hard? You sound like a whiny little brat trying to make excuses. There is no excuse and everyone knows it. This. Is. All. Your. Fault.


We'll be fine with just Adonis and Eva and we can always get replacements!


You'll be fine with just Eva and Adonis...? Is that so? You realize that nobody but Nicholas feeds from Eva? Alessa fears to feed from Adonis. And you find both of their blood types absolutely revolting. The only human here with a use is Eva and the only person benefiting from her use is Nicholas. You and Alessa are shit out of luck because Adonis is pretty much useless. But you're fine right...? You fucked up, Angiluzza. You fucked up.



Angiluzza curled up in the pool of blood, seeming to nestle against the bodies as she sobbed. She could hear Adonis still frantically screaming into the phone. "Alessa! Apresse casa! Não está lutando! Eu não sei quem está aqui, mas Jasper estava gritando e Angel é louca e eu não sei onde é Eva e Annabelle e Isaac não posso ouvi-los! Depressa, por favor! Eu não posso ouvir mais nada!"

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Helena the Bloody





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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Eva had dozed off. Sitting still in her bed, her empty plate in her lap, the brunette had finally given into the tired weight of her body. Normally she was a light sleeper, so the knocks on the doors and noises from downstairs didn’t rouse her. She was captivated instead by a dream of Derek (but really, when wasn’t she dreaming about him?)

She was in her room, but not the current one she had made for herself in their house. No, she was in her home in Easton, the big house the one she had so desperately wanted to escape to New York from. The walls were painted a pale yellow, the color her mother had chose for her nursery when she hadn’t known the gender of her only child. It had never been a color Eva had admired and as she’d grown more drawn into fashion and theater and the stories of New York and Paris and London and Milan, her walls had gradually become plastered with posters and sketches and drawings. All of it remained. In the corner were a pair of dress forms and beside them a desk littered with fabric scraps and sewing paraphernalia. Tacked up along a bay window were fairy lights, which were turned on as the rest of the lights were shut off. A hundred candles were also lit and scattered across the room, all adding to the ambience, taking away from the cluttered walls.

Laid across her double bed was Eva herself, as she was currently, twenty one years old, her hair long, dark and curly. She was dressed in a black lace corset and stockings, kitten heels on her feet as she displayed herself for the man who stood in the center of the room. Derek smiled at her, unbuttoning a fitted white collar shirt that he wore. He strode across the room, eyes glued to her. As he approached the bed Eva rolled onto her back, pressing her hands to his shoulders without the hesitation she felt every day around him. No, she wanted him. She couldn’t deny how much she wanted to give herself over to him. Instead, however, he sat down on the edge of her bed instead of crawling over her. Derek sighed, stopping with undoing the buttons of his shirt. Immediately Eva sat up, drawing her hands over his left shoulder and under his right to clasp across his chest. She rested her chin on his shoulder. “Please,” she begged. He leaned his head into hers and she saw him smile. It was always a game. Suddenly he was whirling her back onto the bed, shifting with vampire speed to pin her hands and press her back into the numerous pillows. He hovered over top of her, his eyes taking in her frame. He leaned in, the tension building. Eva’s eyes fluttered and she closed them, inhaling deeply, wanting him to kiss her.


A loud crash forced her to open her eyes. Eva took in the surroundings of the house and the screams from downstairs, her plate sliding off her thighs and onto her bed. Her heart was immediately racing in her chest as she stumbled, her weak legs buckling as she moved to her bedroom door. She landed in a heap by it instead, pressing her face up to it to listen. She swallowed, hearing noises she didn’t think possible. Screeches, animalistic cries and shrieks. It didn’t last long as suddenly it was ended by the most wretched tearing noises and cries. Her heart lept into her throat then, as silence fell. Eva opened the door to her room and stood on the landing then, looking down wearily, so confused, so dazed. She could see Adonis, a phone in his hands, his voice frantic but his words beyond her. Instead she heard the most frantic and hysterical of cries coming from Angel.

"Alessa! Apresse casa! Não está lutando! Eu não sei quem está aqui, mas Jasper estava gritando e Angel é louca e eu não sei onde é Eva e Annabelle e Isaac não posso ouvi-los! Depressa, por favor! Eu não posso ouvir mais nada!
" It went on and on, building, the weeping growing. Eva’s eyes widened as she moved down the steps one at a time. As she turned the corner she was met with a blood bath that took the breath right out of her. She fell, her feet losing their grip. She bounced down three steps before her hands flew out to grip herself on the banister and wall. Her fingers slid through a spray of someone’s blood and she gaped, so stunned that for several minutes she didn’t know what to think. Angel’s hysterics were the only noise in the dead silent room that she could hear. Eva felt herself begin to hyperventilate as she took in the Italian vampire on her hands in knees, surrounded by the heads of strangers. “Oh..oh,” Eva gasped, her face knitting into uncontrolled sadness as she suddenly became aware that three of the bodies were not strangers as well. Isaac. Jasper. Oh dear Jasper. And Annabelle, blessed woman. They were all torn to shreds with the strangers, their heads and limbs so strewn about like someone had thought it a funny game. Fear caught her chest tightly but for some reason she was too stunned to cry.

The main door to the house flew open suddenly and Derek stepped in, his eyes going immediately to Angulizza. Eva leaned back into the stairs, her lips trembling as she saw Alessa behind him. Derek didn’t hesitate, he went straight to his hysterical companion on the floor, fighting her as she wept and pushed him away.

“Angel,” he whispered, sinking to his knees to bring her into his lap. “No! Get off of me!” she yelled. Eva watched the exchange continue, how Derek suddenly moved to caress the Italian’s cheek. Her cheek. Not Eva’s. No. He was coddling the threatening bitch who had an hour before wanted Jasper’s head for disobedience. Well she had it now didn’t she? Her friend was in the pile of bodies. Isaac too, the very man to whom she had grown close to. And Anna, the wise voice of them all. Eva felt her eyes burn then, not with sadness but hurt unaltered jealousy and fear.

“Shh,” he cooed. Eva gasped like she had been stabbed. How many times had he done that to her after feeding on her? It was no longer some special thing. She had convinced herself that he only treated her the way he did but it was so clear then that that wasn't the case. “I'm so sorry,” Angel apologized. “I tried to protect them! I did...But it-”

Eva’s eyes knitted, her lips twitching as she sucked in air so rapidly. Protect them? She had actively participated in all of it! For all Eva knew she had shredded their coven members in her ‘defensive’ rage.

“Its...my fault. And I'm so sorry. Please don't make me go...Don't let me go,” she sniffed. Eva forced herself to get up then, her knees shaking as she suddenly forced herself down the stairs. She couldn’t see this. She didn’t want to see this. Derek was with her. It was so clear now. The dreams, everything had made it seem so real. She loved him, so loved him so much but months of this, months of merely being fed on and pleasing him, that’s all it was. This display, this coddling and whispering and consolation was so much a display of affection to Angel. It was so much more than she had gotten in months. What did that say about how he felt about her? She knew she had to leave. She had to get out of this horrific house, away from them all.

She threw herself through the open door and started to run.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.