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Helena the Bloody

"Don't worry, my dear, it will only hurt a little..."

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

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Fallen Leader


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Name: Helena the Bloody. Her first name is all she remembers clearly from her early years. She's not sure she's even ever really had a last name. Currently, for the sake of formalities, she goes by Helena Rover, however, but most only know her as "Helena the Bloody".

Nickname(s): She goes by many names to others, but none have been acknowledged by Helena herself.

Age: Helena did not freeze at one particular time, but she looks around 18-22. Her ID currently says 21 (2076)

Birthday: Sometime in the summer, 64 BC

Bloodtype: O+, make a mistake by giving her O- and she will leave you as a bloody pulp on the floor. AB- comes at a close second

Place of Origin: Athens, Greece


Likes:
- Blood
- Torturing others
- Shakespear
- Violence
- Her reputation among the fallen.
- Sex
- Killing, especially forbearers
- Ruthlessness
- Scaring people

Dislikes:
- Being called animalistic - she views herself as more... sophisticated in her ways
- Forbearers
- Poor, modern excuses for music... which in Helena means "every kind of music but classical", although she really doesn't listen to music all that often in general
- Weak vampires
- Annoying voices
- When she accidentally kills her pets

Fear(s):
Helena fears only dying. Unlike most vampires, she has never gone through the pain, and dying to her is a very foreign word. She knows she can die, but she's never found herself in a situation where the experience was a real possibility.

Secret(s):
If you ask Helena, she has no secrets, but in reality there are thousands of things she keeps to herself, not because she particularly tries to hide them, but more due to the fact that she doesn't feel a need to share them. One among these things is that she actually cares about keeping all the vampires within her coven safe.

Personality:
In most cases, your first impression of Helena will be that she is completely insane. Not in such a way that she will sit in a corner drooling all over herself, but more in the way that she might talk to someone who isn't there, or suddenly forget about a conversation you just had with her, or something along those lines. The woman is exceptionally random in her ways, and most people find it incredibly confusing. Helena herself, however, hardly ever notices because it all seems very natural to her, and after a while, you get used to it. On top of that, she will find odd things amusing. Like Rox's (Gage Golighty FC) bitchiness, even when directed at her, or something of the like, where most people would be offended.

The ancient vampire is also very possessive - which also makes her very protective, almost to the point of obsession. You do not take, harm or intrude on what is hers, because if you do, she will make sure you regret it before she kills you. Which leads me to the fact that Helena loves torturing people, as she is highly sadistic. She gets a kick out of smelling blood, hearing screams and moans - the kinds wrought from intense pain, and she loves being the reason they're sounding too. She has no problem whatsoever killing, and she makes a game of making forbearers fall... then killing them. She very rarely trusts a forbearer turned fallen.

As Helena was born a vampire, one of the last to have been, she has no idea what it means to be human, and it makes her all the more ruthless and indifferent. Sympathy is foreign to her, and humans are edible toys, nothing more. She would never even consider bedding one for instance, because she views humans much the same as humans view cattle. Cattle she can turn, granted. However, she only changes others for her own gain or amusement, in some way or another. Changing someone to save a life is a preposterous thought to her, much like being religious. For instance, she met Jesus several times, and as she puts it "he was just another vein, but fine, if you want to believe he could walk on water, be my guest." She likes to think she's too old to not have seen some sign of the divine if it really existed.

Helena is smart too, incredibly so, or really, she's more... wise. Despite her growing insanity, Helena remembers all of her years clearly, from early childhood with her mother, to now. And though she is completely blind, she should never be underestimated. Her age makes her more powerful than most of her kin, and her blindness only improved her already keen senses. She can hear where you are, almost like she can hear where the wind meets resistance from solid material, and precisely where your feet hit the floor and how. It makes her highly lethal, but her blindness is of course a weakness she cannot get rid of. Of course, though, it is fairly new. Her sight started waning when she was around 1500 years old, and she has been completely blind for the last 300 years or so.

She is known as "Helena the Bloody" due to a quite extensive reputation as a master of torturing and killing. As far as anyone knows, she has killed more humans and vampires alike than any other 'living' vampire. Most likely due to her age, but the story does not mention that factor.

History:
Helena was born to the daughter of a powerful vampire king and queen, Persephona. She never met her father, who too was a vampire, and she never wished to. Back when Helena was a child, the world of vampires was a line of events running parallel to that of humans, yet the humans remained unaware - for the most part. Vampires had kings and queens; they had order. The war between the forbearers and the fallen had been stilled, peace ruling their world for a time. That was the world Helena came into, and though Helena is now very fallen, that was not custom of her family. In fact, they all believed in strictly taking what you needed, nothing more - just enough to survive. You were not to gorge yourself on blood, and you were to always leave your food alive. Not so much out of mercy, but more so because it was considered primal and uncivilized not to. So Helena did as she was taught, following the customs.

Until the age of 82, at which point her mother and grandparents were killed by a fallen army sweeping through Greece, much like the Romans had previously, taking over everything. Helena had been awed by their strange, red eyes, and the viewed these strangers with curiosity. Despite this, she stayed hidden, remaining unseen. Until that day, she had never seen a Fallen vampire, and that day... everything changed. Not just because her family was killed, her home destroyed, but because she found herself captivated by these new vampires who she had only heard horrific tales of.

The next day, a young fallen found her hiding out in the woods, and he brought her to the general. It turned out these warriors were not part of the peace treaty, as they did not serve a kingdom. Instead, they served only themselves and their own purposes, something Helena would soon learn to do as well. The general must have seen something in her, because he chose to keep her alive, instead spending weeks convincing her of the benefits of falling - how powerful it made you, how much easier it would be to survive now that she had no one to help her anymore. Eventually, Helena drank a human woman to death.

Within the next couple of centuries, Helena traveled with the warriors, learning all she could from them, adding to the training she had already received through her status as princess. With her growing experiences and astounding new knowledge, however, Helena began going insane. Or rather, maybe that was the amount of blood she consumed, betraying the customs of her own bloodline. Maybe guilt is what caused it, and then, maybe it was just bound to happen. The guesses keep on coming. Either way, staying with these warriors changed the princess, and she did not mind it in the slightest. In fact she felt more free and... like herself... than she ever had in her previous position. There, she had always felt different, like she was nothing like the rest of her family.

As time went by, however, she felt she needed something else; she needed to experience more in her life, so she went off on her own. She never saw the general and his army since, and she later deducted that they had been wiped out, either by forbearers or hunters; humans who devoted their lives to killing vampires, no matter the kind. After a century's time, however, Helena started aching for company, needing someone by her side, someone like the general she remembered so clearly. So she took the obvious path, scouring battlefields of roman warriors, looking for that perfect male; one who showed the right amount of ruthlessness.

She found that in Kristof (Tyler Hoechlin FC). However, captivated by him, and curious to see whether the battle would kill him like it had so many others, Helena stayed in the shadows, silently watching him. She was in no hurry; after all, he only needed her blood in his system when he died, and then he would join her in eternity, the companion she so missed. Once the warrior was wounded, she strode right in, distracting almost every warrior she passed, and took him with her where she fed him her blood, cooing, whispering to him how it was going to make him stronger - how it was going to heal him into something much more than a mere human. How magnificent she knew he would be when he woke up.

Anything Else:
I might add something here later. ;)

So begins...

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


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

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

Kaleigh Ann


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

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

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

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Sweat beaded above her brows. The warm liquid trickled down the length of her face, stopping at her chin. Angrily, she ran the back of her hand over the line, swiping it away. Her lips curled back over her white teeth, and her fangs gleamed in the dim light overhead. Her body was positioned in a crouch, with her upper portion leaning slightly forward. A snarl erupted from her mouth, echoing throughout the small room. The bright brown eyes adorning her face formed slits, and she looked out at the dark figure in front of her from under her long, dark lashes.

Abruptly Alessa sprinted forward. She sprang out of her crouch, launching herself forward. Her arms pumped quickly. Her nails dug little crescent moons into the palms of her hands from the tight way she clenched her fists. The muscles in her long, bare legs bulged, straining. They pumped hard, and even harder as the vampire pushed herself. She had never gone so fast, for she never had a reason. Never had she been the prey, fleeing from an attacker. She was always too fast, and too strong. Wind blew through her hair dark hair which hung freely down her back. The long tresses flew in the breeze she had created. The speed was exilerating, and she would've whooped with glee if she wasn't so angry.

As she neared her target, Alessa placed her left hand on his right cheek. Her nails dug into his face, finding a hold. Satisfied that her grip was secure, the momentum carried the rest of her small frame upwards. Before spinning full circle, her left leg braced on the side of his neck, and she dug the heel of her sneaker into his broad chest. Grabbing the side of his head with her right hand, she dug her palm into his locks and grabbed a fistful of hair. The momentum of her run pulled her still, and as she flung the rest of her body away, her nails still dug into his head. A terrible rip sounded as the head of her target separated from his body.

Grinning, Alessa laughed as the head of her rubber boxing dummy tumbled to the floor and rolled down her long run way. Glee and pride filled her mind as she turned to stare at her now headless workout company. She was so successful this training. Her muscles were still aching from the straining during her long sprint, and she was positive that that had been her fastest time yet. How accomplished she felt, and how. . . powerful. All of her training sessions for the past however many centuries felt as if it finally paid off. All of this was to prepare her for the Fallen.

A scream broke through her train of thought. It was blood-curdling, and familiar. Living with the same people for centuries as Alessa had, she had grown to recognize the slightest murmur any of her coven made. And suddenly, she recognized this one. Adonis.

Not even bothering to slip her blade into a pocket of her workout ensemble, the vampire bolted out the door. She had been in a one-room gym she built years ago into into the surrounding woods of her home. It was five miles back from her house, but she could clear that distance in two minutes. The room wasn't wide, but it was long. There was a long runway in which she used to time her intervals included. Her training today definitely helped in her situation. Now, she ran just as fast as she had in training, trying to reach Adonis. He was a favorite of hers, despite his horrid attitude towards others. He was almost always kind to her. She also felt the need to protect him was like the need to protect a child. He was fragile to her, and she hated thinking of anything happening to him. She longed for the day when he gave in and permit them to change him.

Alessa reached the house in one minute and fifteen seconds. Slinking through the brush in the woods, she sensed more than one being by the home. This frightened her even further. Had it had been one person, Adonis would have been able to handle himself. How many would she have to go through to help him? She resented killing humans in any way, shape, or form, but she wouldn't think twice about to save her family. Family. That word had grown on her when she had met her coven. She became leader by accident, but they accepted her willingly, some more so than others. They had grown on her, too, and she loved them all.

At last she erupted from the brush, only to come to a screeching halt as she saw Adonis sitting alone and in one piece on the step of their home. She stood there, staring wide-eyed at the human, trying to catch her breath. He seemed to be fine, except that his arm seemed to be lying on his lap awkwardly. She thought about how she must have looked, probably frightening as she had arrived so quickly. She pulled her hair out of her face and tied in back with her bandanna headband. "Adonis," she said finally. "You're okay."

Walking to him, she sat next to him on the step. Her breathing slowed, and Alessa calmed herself. She pushed his hair out of his eyes, and leaned on his shoulder. How scared she had been. Never had she been so happy to see a human. Her eyes closed as she took in his scent. He smelled wonderful. The blood thundering through his veins intoxicated her, and took over her senses. Her eyes fluttered, and she briefly noticed the scrape on his arm. If she hadn't been resting on his shoulder, she would have swayed. Only then did she feel the all-too-familiar burn of her thirst make it way up her throat. Her eyes darkened at the feeling, and she brushed her tongue over her teeth. Involuntarily, she leaned closer to Adonis.

Immediately, she froze. Holding her breath, she stood and ran across the yard. She searched his face, looking for any sign of fright. She would never hurt him in the way she was just thinking. Though he was with the vampires to be a blood bank, Alessa would never risk drinking from him. As old as she was, she hadn't gotten the resistance to human blood as her fellow vampires had. Any smell of fresh blood - such a cut- could take her on a rampage. To this day, Alessa won't feed on her own. She was so close to Falling as a newborn, and fears that she is always that close when feeding.

"I'm. . . . I. . . I'm so sorry." Alessa spoke through gritted teeth, while trying to tuck her fangs back into their hiding places. Now, her eyes were pitch black, frightening against her wind-blown look. "I. . .I've got to go." Turning away from Adonis, she ran around the house, and slammed through the back door. Derek. Her protector. He was the only one she trusted enough to take her hunting. She sensed people upstairs, and caught Derek's scent mingled with Eva's. No doubt that he was feeding. Alessa didn't bother calling him. Anyone in a mile radius could have heard the door slam, and Derek would definitely recognize the reason for it. She hadn't told any of her other family members about her issue. She didn't want them to think less of their leader.

Sprinting, Alessa went up to her room to change. When hunting, she mostly flirted with her victims, stole blood from a bank, or looked for lonely stragglers. Nightclubs were good places for hunting, for the alcohol in a blood stream always added extra flavor. Blood banks were easier, for she could manipulate the employees to get what she wanted. The stored blood never tasted as good as fresh blood, and it didn't settle well in her stomach. Lonely victims were her favorite. They weren't always healthy or clean, but they didn't seem to have a destination, meaning that no one would be looking for them if they didn't make the meal.

In her hunting gear, Alessa waited in the garage on the side of the house. She sat in the driver's seat or her black Lamborghini Murcielago. The car was a favorite of hers, and she rarely let anyone else drive it. The speed was like nothing she ever experienced besides running herself. Her nails dug into the leather of the steering wheel as she tried to control her breathing. The burning had gotten worse, and she felt as if her insides were consumed by the fire. Her head throbbed, and she leaned it against the wheels. Where was Derek?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The house was warmer than the club, the scent of humans lingering strongly in the air. Enough blood had been spilt in their stay to make it smell like their three pets, especially the mischievous male. As Oliver climbed the stairs he gripped the banister tightly, his strength cracking the wood in places. He felt too present, aware of the weight of his bloody clothes. Every time he blinked he saw the two women he had just killed, the lifeless eyes of the pretty blond staring out at him from the floor, her lips pulled into a blissful smile, her blue eyes wide but without the heat of passion. The other’s was tilted away from how she had landed, but he knew her face too, pulled back into pure terror and pain. Both of them couldn’t have been more than twenty years old. He doubted the blond was more than seventeen, likely having snuck in on a fake ID. That meant she had parents who cared for her, possibly a boyfriend in the crowd. They were both dead at his sadistic hands. He’s just dropped them there, one of them right into the bloody toilet initially.

Oliver knew Helena was not pleased either. She hadn’t made a sound when he had stalked by, meaning she would likely do something about that irritation later. Whether he or the pets would be the target he did not know, nor when. He just continued on anyways. He could never avoid her. Worse, he knew she was pleased that he was like this again, feeling the weight of his crimes. He went from the powerful unfeeling vampire to this weak being all at once. The hate was there for the first time in a long while for all that he was. It twisted his features, his lips tight and his eyebrows knitted. His shoulders were tense too. He was so wound up that he failed to realize his usual bathroom was occupied. He moved to open the door only it was locked. He stepped back and it opened, a cloud of steam rushing out with none other than Scarlett. The scent of the blond pet hit him like a brick wall.

“Christ!” Scarlett cried out. She stepped back, startled. Oliver couldn’t even focus on the state of his being, how he looked like he had showered in blood, how it dripped from his hair, his chin and his clothes, dried in other patches. He looked horrific and he was still murderous. He didn’t want her there. The scent of her blood made his fangs jut into his tongue momentarily. Immediately he cursed lowly, stepping back and away from her, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.

“I... I’m sorry,” She muttered. Oliver looked at her, clenching his teeth and wishing she would just move. He said nothing, holding his breath instead. If he breathed in any more of her clean scent – all paired with her freshly shampooed hair and the perfume of her body lotion – he would take her then. And then he would really be in trouble because he would have killed yet another pet.

“... Are you okay?” she asked. Oliver rolled his eyes. Before he could respond however, Helena appeared. Like a lightning strike the elder bolted between them, taking no haste in wrapping her hand around his throat. Oliver sputtered, knowing better than to lash out at her. He let her lift him off the ground, snarling as she dug her nails into his throat.

“What did you do, dearie?” she taunted. His eyes widened at that comment. She knew just by looking at him. She knew too well that he only came home like this when he snapped, when his conscience kicked in and all he wanted to do was drown himself, to be something else. Of course, she was almost tired of seeing him like this now. He was less depressed and self inflicting now, knowing that he couldn’t go through with killing himself – and moreover that she would never let him – and hence less fun. Now he only brooded which proved to piss her off. Oliver didn’t care. It was Helena. She had made him and Oliver didn’t have it in him to please her. Fucking bitch.

“Because I think the puppy misbehaved… and you know what I do to little puppies who misbehave,” Helena threatened him. The nickname had him twist in her hands but her grip was too tight for him to speak. “Clean up your mess, little puppy, or there will be no sweets for you,” she concluded before thrusting him into the wall and darting back down the staircase. Oliver snarled again as she departed, watching her back and listening as he beckoned Dmitri and Kaleigh into the basement, knowing that they would be on the receiving end of his punishment. He had, after all, now put Helena into a nasty mood,

Oliver turned back to Scarlett, running a hand through his hair and finding it crusted with dried blood too. “I’m never okay,” he finally answered her, before he shouldered by her into the bathroom and closed the door behind him before she could reply. The stupid tantalizing human was always there to tempt him. But in the entirety of his life he had never drank from a human and not killed them.

The bathroom mirror was still covered in steam when he stepped inside which was all the better given how little he wanted to see his reflection again. Oliver peeled the ruined clothing off him and turned the shower on to a scalding hot temperature. He bathed himself, watching the water run red beneath his feet. He took a nail brush and scrubbed at his skin, watching it wash away. As a vampire, his skin was not porous so thankfully it was quicker to wash himself clean. Still the sight brought him back to his vampire hunting days. Every kill ended up being a blood bath and the motions of scrubbing his skin raw were the same. What was different was the remorse. Killing vampires had been a godly act. He had gotten high off the feeling of killing such evil beings. Now that he killed humans, it was only a rush when his conscience didn't kick in. Often now it didn't but today it hit him hard. The more he scrubbed at his fingers, the more the other faces came to him. All of his other victims were buried and disposed of...except for the two girls in the club. And God only knew what the authorities would think of that. Which meant he had to leave again. That thought made him grumble as he claimed a towel, wrapped it around his waist and proceeded to his room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Her hazel eyes trailed over Oliver’s bloodied figure. Her mouth slightly agape, unable to think of anything other than blood. Blood was a strange thing; the liquid of life, running and passing through veins, supplying oxygen to vital organs and keeping the human hydrated. It reached outward with the limbs and pulsed with the heart. It was blue inside, transformed red outside, and dried brown. How much blood did human really have? About 5.6 liters. Scarlett answered her own question. Her mind raced, analyzing what was in front of her. She blinked a couple of times, unable to say anything else. She felt embarrassed, and a bit afeared. Scar wished more than anything he hadn’t startled her. It was too late for apologies though.

In a lightning flash Helena was in front of her, punishing Oliver. As if he didn’t feel bad enough already. As the elder vampire dug her fingernails into him, Scar’s face turned sour. She wasn’t upset by the flesh breaking, but Helena’s act for control. In all honesty, Scarlett hated how she treated the other vampires. Perhaps it was just the fact that they were kind to her and Helena was not, nonetheless it bothered her. Then again, Helena was gracious enough to let Scarlett stay with them; gracious enough to let her live this long.

Unable to get past the two, Scarlett watched as Helena teased at the tortured Oliver. A certain rage boiled in her, but Scarlett knew better. So she remained silent, and reverted to keeping her eyes to the ground. They etched over the tiles as she only listened to the words Helena oozed out, as hateful as the vampire was there was a certain elegance and growl to her voice that Scar admired. It was both powerful and seductive; leisure and up tight.

With a suddenly crash against the wall, Scarlett’s head jolted up. Helena was gone, off to play with the other humans. Oliver was too upset to even stop for a moment, “I’m never okay.”. He shouldered past her, taking his turn to rinse off his shame. Filled with concern she turned around stubbornly, “Oliver!” She called back at him, the door slammed in her face at the same time.

Scarlett’s shoulders dropped, then she turned around to go to her bedroom. The room was spotless, as was most of the house. In fact, she was proud to say that she was getting very good at housekeeping. If things didn’t work out here, and she actually made it out alive, maybe she would become a maid. A bit flustered, she dressed quickly in a relaxed outfit; a over sized cream sweater that and a pair of brown leggings with a pair of orange slippers.

Sitting on her bed, she fiddled with her Ipod. It exclusively held only hundreds if not thousands of classical piano pieces. Often times when the Fallen were off hunting she would listen to a piece then directly repeat it on the piano. She had that remarkable ability, to be able to listen to a song once through and play it back perfectly. Unsure of what to do, and knowing she didn’t want anything to do with what was happening down stairs, she listened to a new piece.

Soon she was out of her room and making her way to the music room. Her footsteps were quiet, childishly wanting to be secret. A part of her actually thought if she were quiet enough they would not detect her or her piano playing. Before she slinked down the stairs, Scar walked up to Oliver’s door. Lifted her hand, then stopped short. What was she doing? He didn’t want to be bothered, let alone by her. Scarlett bit at her lip then turned back to her original destination.

It was beat up, old baby grand, but it would do. In fact, if someone had taken care of it the thing would have been quite beautiful still. Her pale hand laced around the curved edge as she made her way to the bench. Taking her seat, the song played over in her head. Only a moment longer before her mind quieted, done analyzing the song she had just heard. Her fingers touched the rough and abused ivory, floating above the keys that would resonate such sweet sounds.

With just enough pressure she began playing one of Liszt’s. She even took great care in pressing down the soft pedal, somehow hoping that the others would not hear her play.

Oh how foolish she was. Scarlett was silly to think that no one knew of this talent she tried so hard to hide. It was times like these when she forgot that she lived with beings who had heightened senses.

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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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Helena the Bloody


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

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

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

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

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

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




Derek Fleitner


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Isaac Warren


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pathetic.” He had muttered to himself.

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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





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Lucan had arrived and took his window into the home. He smelled like he had just finished a meal. But he could be a bit of a glutton sometimes. No doubt he'd share his meal with the mouthy Frenchie when she came around. But neither of those two were of Kristof's concern. He glanced over as Scarlet came downstairs only to have a knife hurled at her. A smirk crossed his face as she dodged it. Though he thought it would have been funner if she would have gotten hit. But then poor Oliver would have been upset. Again – He didn't care.

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

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

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

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






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

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

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






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

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

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

No. He didn't know.

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






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Of course he understood what she meant when referring to Oliver. He didn't like the man – He could fight, but Kristof just didn't like him. He was previously a Hunter, which was reason number one. The second reason was because he always made such a mess. He needed to let go of his 'conscious' and realize that he was simply higher up on the food chain now. If he were magically turned into lion, would he mourn and mope over the animals he slaughtered? He thought the boy to be naïve, crying over lost lives. Animals did not cry over their meals, so why should he? Kristof would often tease him and tell him that Lucan's pups had more sense in their heads than he.

Shaking his head, he looked into Helena's glittering, ruby, unseeing eyes. He hated that she couldn't see, though he did think that it furthered heightened her senses which pleased him to no ends. His least favorite thing about her blindness was that she could no longer see him, nor the trinkets that he would present her with. But he had noticed that since her sight had left her, she responded more to his voice, his scent, and his touch. Such as she was now. He pressed his cheek against her, letting his stubble graze her face some as he continued to inhale. He loved it when she spoke to him in Old Italian – It was his preferred language and he was appreciative that she accommodated him.

He then registered that Kaleigh's blood lingered in the air and there were voices coming from the basement. “Hm?” He glanced down at Helena, her cryptic words lingering in his thoughts until he realized what she meant. A light smirk cross his features and he chuckled. Dmitri had lasted longer than any human ever had with them. But he was human and Kristof really didn't think much of him – Although he did rather admire the man's endurance. He had never known a human to be so resilient when dealing with Fallen. He couldn't could on both hands how many times he had broken the boy's legs for running away. But he kept trying. He was stupid. But strong. For a human.

But he was still nothing but food.

He loved how the redhead and the architect thought their love to be a secret. Humans never did realize just how good the vampires' senses were. That they could smell each and every one of their emotions. That they could hear everything said around them, even the smallest whispers. From Kaleigh and Dmitri's 'secret' conversations to Scarlet's piano playing. None of the toys had secrets. It was a hoot that they thought they did. It was even funnier to play along as though they knew nothing, waiting to use the information for later advantage.

Sighing, he listened as the girls began to break up. Only one had left the group so far; the redhead from Jersey. Her name was Tina. The abused blonde, Kelsey, was sticking with her African American friend from Detroit, L'nae. He shook his head before dipping it down to Helena's lips again, his kiss more ravenous than the last. He littered her with bites upon her lips, her cheek, down to her neck and down against her breasts, lapping up the blood at each turn as he molded her body forcefully to accommodate his wants. His lust grew as he finally rested upon her neck, sinking his fangs in fully and drinking deeply from her with a groan. No-one would care if he went a round – or two, as Helena demanded – downstairs. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't their place to say that he couldn't or even shouldn't.

While the girls ran, he let his fun begin.

They were going to need to have the dining room and living room redone.

Again.





OOC:Posts for Lucan will be up later!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






Derek Fleitner


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Isaac Warren

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

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

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When they finished, Kristof was indeed on top. He didn't mind the emotional domination Helena held over him. But no one would dominate him physically. Helena could, but she never did. He adored that she let him take charge and command. It always began and ended with her pleasure anyways.

He was still growling, not quite finished. He smirked, remembering once upon a time they went at it for twelve days. And then slaughtered a village and a half afterwards. Those were the days. Killing off whole villages with little to no investigation. But those days were gone and he was reduced to having to seduce these mindless creatures for his food. He preferred to straight pillage. He had a lot of rage built up and pillaging was what his therapist(Helena) recommended.

He chuckled when when forcefully flipped him and pinned him down. "You sure you want to start right now?" He didn't care whether they went for another round - He just didn't want to let her go. His large hands were now gentle as they caressed her, seeking out those spots that made her purr. Up her spine. Down her left thigh. Behind her neck, a quarter of an inch to the right. He leaned up and pulled her into him in a single motion. He looked deep into her eyes, remembering a time when they would stare into each other's eyes for hours without end. He reached up and caressed her face.

Even though she was sightless, he could still read her eyes. Those beautiful, glittering, ruby eyes. He saw the lust in them and his body only stirred more. He gripped her again, starting up another round. But then a wonderful idea took hold of him. He brushed his lips against her earlobe, murmuring softly. "Oh, by the way. The redhead. The O positive one? I should mention that she, for lack of better words, copped a feel of me. Even dared put her lips upon my flesh." He smiled innocently at her, knowing how possessive she was of him, even with humans. It was one if the reasons he made feeding on Scarlet as painful as possible besides the fact he didn't like her.

He stood up, holding her as he did before setting her down. And away he went. He was nothing but a blur as he ran, smashing through the door. They had to get two rooms done already, what was the harm in the door, too? He easily picked up the scent of the girls. They had cut themselves up thoroughly. Didn't their mothers ever tell them not to run with knives? He snickered as he took off after L'Nae. She was O negative, his favorite.

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Character Portrait: Helena the Bloody Character Portrait: Angiluzza Maniscalco Character Portrait: Derek Fleitner Character Portrait: Kristof Allucius Character Portrait: Alessa Dattolo
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Derek Fleitner


Derek didn’t even bother answering Alessa when she asked him to stay close. Instead he regarded her with an almost dignified look, as if to say “when have I ever not been close?” but no words came out of his mouth. He then watched as she made it over to a group of males, and he himself walked to the bar, taking a seat that gave him perfect view of everything Alessa was doing. Then he ordered a whiskey and merely listened, his eyes straying to the group unnoticeably once in a while.

When his sister met up with the only one of them who seemed to ever look himself in the mirror, Derek was aware, and he snorted at the guy’s “Italian” accent. It was so fake, the male vampire had to force himself not to roll his eyes. Seriously? What the hell was even up with that? If men had to resort to cheap little tricks like that, they probably weren’t the types you should hang with. They were never good company. Why were so many humans so unbelievably stupid? It was completely beyond Derek’s substantial comprehension. Besides, just… the words he spoke made Derek want to get up, stalk over there, and rip the guy’s head from his neck.

It was just so obvious that he was no fucking Italian, and Derek was almost embarrassed that Ally bought it. But then, she had this odd tendency to be rather… naïve, considering she was his age. All of a sudden, “Luca” was telling his goons to leave him alone with Alessa, which made Derek pay more attention. Something was up. He took a sip of his Whiskey; however, seeming like nothing at all was going on in his mind. He paid attention to their exchange even as a blonde woman made her way over to him, seating herself next to him. He barely spared her a glance, not at all interested.

Apparently that only made her more interested though, and she leaned over, her generous breasts only just kept in by her shamelessly revealing red dress. Again, he wished himself home. Angel would make better company.
“Hey there,” she began, Georgia accent gently rolling off of her tongue as she let her eyes dance up his body. Derek couldn’t help a wry smile. Women of this time had this tendency to go for the guys who were the least interested. Why was that, exactly? In reply, Derek took a swig of his whiskey and calmly said “hello to you too.” He had no intentions of letting her think he was the least bit interested.

“I’m Ariadne,” she then added, smiling at him, doing the whole eyelash bashing move and everything. “But ya’ll can call me Ade. What’s your name, darlin’?” He couldn’t help but think her slightly amusing, but still, he longed for home. He really wasn’t in the mood for these… frankly, slutty humans. He gave a brief nod, emptying his whiskey as “Luca” began carrying “Kikki” towards the door behind the bar. He’d have to get up and go with, for Ally’s sake.
“Name’s Derek,” he told her coolly, smoothly sliding into a standing position as he regarded little Ade with a polite smile.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” he trailed off with at that and promptly left her, sliding into the shadows as he stalked Alessa and her prey. He moved into the hall, but turned around a corner, watching the pair out of the corner of his eye, out of sight himself. He watched the happenings, hands clenched into fists. What the hell was she waiting for here? He was a fucking human. Well, now he was a dead human, granted. It might be that Alessa could easily overpower the guy, but no one touched a member of his family like this. Derek was officially tempted to hand him over to Helena, just because he knew the female vampire would either change or kill him. A change would take away his guilt of killing a human. The kill, well, it’d be well deserved.

When the human slung the woman Derek considered a close sister over his shoulder, the vampire growled under his breath, the instinct to protect those dear to him, forever ringing clearly. He was about to moved when Alessa finally took charge of the situation. About fucking time, if you asked this vampire protector. When she latched onto his neck, Derek moved out of the shadows and watched her silently, knowing he would have to pull her off of this one. She had been too hungry, too desperate, and too pissed at the human… which were all pretty good reasons for her to lose control. Which she would. Derek didn’t doubt that one second.

After a little while of her sucking furiously, the male’s heartbeat slowed too much for it to be healthy anymore, and ignoring the guy’s murmured comment, he took a single step, bringing himself closer to Alessa, and he crouched down, one hand placed at her jaw to force it open, another at the back of her neck, as he powerfully pulled her head, and thereby her teeth, from the human. “Ally,” he murmured soothingly, turning her head to look into her eyes. “No more. You’re taking too much.”

The human was whimpering, scared and weak as he remained horizontal on the ground. Derek was focused on Ally right now, however, and his eyes bored into hers until the bloodrush had calmed and then he leaned in, kissing her forehead. “Did you have enough, or are you still hungry? You were starving when we arrived. You really need to stop pushing yourself so far.” He shook his head, sighing before finally glancing at “Luca”, still trying to decide ultimately what to do with the guy. He wanted to kill him, so badly, but he knew it could potentially be dangerous. Many had seen him go back there with Alessa.






Helena the Bloody


When Kristof asked her whether she was sure she wanted to start now, she wasn’t quite certain what he meant. Hadn’t she just told him that she wanted to hunt now? Naked, too. Did he need more than that? She’d stated what she wanted. However, then Kristof’d hands were wandering on her body, caressing her in all the right places, and just as expected, Helena purred in pleasure, her body softening in his hands, her own palms wandering up his chiseled chest. Her nails scraped gently against the hardened skin, his muscles flexing beneath her.

He really was the most delicious thing she had ever touched. Then he pulled her down onto him completely, and she giggled, one hand moving into his hair, the other coming to rest on his muscular shoulder. She wanted him. Again, and again, and again. Apparently Helena really didn’t take well to being away from Kristof for days. When she had been younger, before changing Kristof, she had been lonely, but not desperate like this. Why it was different with this male, she didn’t ponder, mostly because she hadn’t really thought to ponder it. It wasn’t important to her brain why she apparently couldn’t be without this vampire, only the fact that itself.

Besides, she could feel him wanting her too… again. A shiver went down her body at the thought of him taking her once more. “You feel so good,” se purred softly, her slender body curving to his wants as always. Just like that, she was distracted from the hunt. One would think sex ought to have gotten boring between them after all this time, but with a man like Kristof, one didn’t simply grow bored. It was too amazing, and in fact, it had only gotten better over the years. They knew exactly what the other liked, and doing those things had become instinctual.

Kristof was about to penetrate her once more, starting another round, which she was anticipating with glee, but then he paused and she responded with a pout, her lips trailing kisses up his neck, until his words caused her to stop instantly. She sat up, her blind eyes narrowed, fangs immediately bared as she hissed. There would be no touching of Helena’s man. None. Her nails dug into his chest as her body tensed, ready to burst into the forest at any point. She would die painfully for this. Helena saw red, and red alone, anger coursing through her at an alarming rate, her possessiveness causing her reaction to be rather exaggerated by normal standards. “I’ll tear her apart, limb by limb,” she half sneered half purred.

Kristof was hers and hers alone. No one else was to touch him. The word mine kept drumming in her head and she subconsciously dug her nails even deeper, a low growl emanating from her the more she thought about it, but Kristof still had his hands on her. When he got up though, and put her down, she was bristling with fury and she set off after him, however heading in a different direction. She quickly picked up speed, bypassing Kristof in seconds as she ran, no clothes to hinder her speed in any way, and so Helena let go of inhibitions. Oh yes, she was filled with the need fro vengeance. The human had no idea what she had gotten herself into.

The second Helena reached the girl, she burst through the brush, hand shooting out to grab the girl’s throat, slamming her into the nearest tree, which bended back, groaning in spite of its great size, the whole thing hardly even a blur to the human, and so she blinked, confused. It didn’t take her that long to register that Helena’s fangs were bared in a soundless sneer as her red eyes glared into the girl. And so, panic spiked, Adrenaline kicking in. Helena didn’t care. Fear had stopped being the point. Now pain was all she wanted this girl to experience. So. Much. Fucking. Pain.

“Mine,” she growled, nails digging into the girl’s throat. She didn’t pay attention to the whimpers and she sobs. She wanted screams, and begging and thrashing. Helena was mad with anger now that she was far from Kristof too, every sense of logic taken over by her fury. “You will suffer,” she then added in ancient Greek, the language smooth and almost sexual, if it hadn’t been for her deadly expression. She was too far gone to recognize any other language, or the fact that the girl wouldn’t understand a word.

She threw the girl down onto the ground, which wrenched a scream from her, and Helena grinned, a cold, angry grin. No amusement. Not really. This was strictly revenge.
“P-please,” the redhead stuttered, tears already running down her cheeks as she tried to scramble away from Helena, “d-don’t hurt me… p-please.” Helena laughed, the sound so filled with cruel anger, it made cold sweat break on the girl’s orangey skin. She was still laughing when she told her “no one touches Kristof,” in ancient Greek once more. Which the girl of course didn’t understand.

Helena grabbed a hold of the girl’s ankle when she tried to move without the vampire noticing, which was of course impossible in all. And then she twisted, the ankle breaking with a loud crunching sound. The human screamed, throwing her head back onto the bed of leaves behind her. Helena’s cold smile became satisfied as she broke the other ankle too. “No more running, little lamb,” she told the human in a sing song voice, the Greek still being her choice of language. But of course, the girl’s loud scream and subsequent whimpering sort of drowned the words.

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

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

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




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

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

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




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

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

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

Or a sack of potatoes.

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

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Helena the Bloody


Helena had stopped paying any attention to the girl’s begging; it wasn’t going to help her any, and Helena wanted only to hear the screams of the woman who had dared touch her man. And so, she placed her naked self on top of the woman, taking one of her wrists in one hand, before she started breaking each and every finger… slowly, one by one, and her smile grew as she woman screamed and thrashed, desperate to get her hand out of Helena’s grasp. It didn’t help any; Helena merely tightened her grip, almost breaking the girl’s wrist in the process.

Oh, she was starting to enjoy this quite a bit. The woman was a screamer. No sobbing like with Kaleigh, no cursing her to hell or silence like Dmitri. Oh no. This… this was fun. And satisfying in so many ways, Helena could hardly grasp it. Revenge and entertainment in one. Could it get any better? Relishing the sound of the woman’s screaming, Helena giggled and took her little finger between two of her own fingers. And then she pulled… and pulled. The woman cried out, her screams loud enough to be heard even by human in the house. Tears rolled down her cheeks as her finger was torn off completely and her hand twitched in Helena’s to no prevail. Helena merely grinned as she sucked the blood out of the now dead finger and threw it into the trees.

Helena didn’t care about keeping this one alive. Rather, she wanted her to die, slowly and painfully. And so… Helena repeated the action, tearing off all of the fingers this woman had on her hand, sucking the blood out of them all before adding to the small pile near the trees. The vampire let the human’s other hand be and instead leaned down, mouth near her ear as she hissed, “do not ever touch what is mine,” in ancient Greek. The sound was menacing, but smooth, like the slithering of a poisonous snake in the grass. You knew it was deadly, but it looked so elegant and beautiful. That was Helena’s voice. Intriguing would always be the best way to describe it in a single word.

Then she curved her hand, her finger nails resembling claws, and with that, the redheaded vampire grinned, sinking those nails into the woman’s torso, right beneath her breasts, and then she moved it downwards, tearing through the woman’s flesh, leaving long, gaping lacerations down her body. Subsequently, Helena tore away the woman’s dress. All the while, the woman had screamed, and screamed, and screamed. She was almost to hoarse to keep going, but her tears kept on rolling. Throatily, she made a last attempt at begging, which Helena was about to reply to, when Kristof settled near her and made a comment, the sound of his laughter rolling down her spine like a caress.

Even his voice was a turn on, but Helena was hungry now and so she tore off the woman’s bra too, grinning up at Kristof. She licked the blood from her nails slowly, head whipped around to face him, her eyes alight with lust and sadistic glee. Gone was her anger, although the need for revenge was still ever-present. Kristof’s company turned that anger to lust, which was honestly a much healthier emotion for her to be feeling. Helena was a little… violent when she was angry. Once her fingers were relatively clean, she leaned down, hands moving up the human’s body to cup her breasts. “Humans are cattle. Her hands on you are insulting.” She told him in Old Italian, replying in the language he loved so much; having him near her enabled her to register that she had been speaking Greek all along.

Then she leaned down, mouth settling on the woman’s one breast. There, she sunk in her fangs and drank, the delicious, red, thick substance trickling down her burning throat. The blood from the woman’s torso smeared Helena’s naked skin, but the vampire didn’t care. Kristof would lick it off. As she drank, her nails dug into the sides of the human’s breasts, blood bursting out there too. The sensation was made sexual to Helena due to Kristof watching her, naked and with his own source of blood on his shoulders. She imagined him looking all the glorious hunter. She released to pleasure toxins for the human, so her screaming pierced the evening air as well, although the more Helena sucked, the more the screams died down.

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Kristof

The man stood tall and proud, a smirk across his face. Helena was so beautiful when she was angry and the way she handled her meal was rather sensual, stirring his body once more. He pursed his lips in thought as he dropped his catch and moved behind her. He was bent over her on her side, holding her as though protecting her. It would have looked to an outsider as though he were mounting her - With the way he was feeling, he might as well have been. Helena was so ferocious and spiteful and and jealous and greedy and powerful and just downright fucking sexy. It was a wonder that they had even stopped so that they could hunt. But he didn't mind. As long as Helena was fed and smiling.

He caressed her body and kissed her back gently, soon just barely brushing his lips across her neck and shoulders. He spoke in that growling Italian accent of his, hoping to send a shiver down her spine. "My darling, we still have one more. Though, maybe we can keep this one. I hate seeing you dirty your hands and gifting these filthy animals with your touch. And I daresay we could use a new toy." It wasn't uncommon for Kristof to turn humans simply to use for games. Humans were...humans. Unworthy and broke easily. At least turned, their games lasted longer and they could be a bit more rough than with their slaves. Of course, they didn't last longer than twenty years simply because it was so fun to spoil one's self! Why stick with the same toy forever when you could get a new one whenever you wanted? Of course he didn't view Helena as a toy. Just everyone else, pretty much. They were all disposable.

He nibbled lightly on her neck, making breathy sounds. "Although...I fully understand if you prefer that we...kept to ourselves. I admit that I adore how delightfully greedy you are." He bit down on her neck and sucked gently, his hands sliding down...down...down. Two rounds was not enough to satiate his desires after two long, depressing, lonely days without her. It was only respect for her, knowing she was hungry that kept him from ripping her away from the girl's body and having his way with her. His grip was firm but gentle, holding her to him as she fed.

"We have time for round three before the other reaches the main road..."

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

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

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

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

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