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by Krisuvial on Fri Mar 07, 2008 11:34 am
Rosalie looked at the man angrily. "I suppose I should adress you first. “Me? Rosalie fumed. « You expect me to accept the fact that you’re going to blame me for that? I’ve never had anything to do with the Elders. Ever. My father did, and it disgraced me until the day he…” she struggled for the right word “Died. I guess you could say. But anyways, if they ever tried to kill you, you should know that I never had anything to do with it. Unless…” Rosalie choked on her words, horrified into speechlessness by the realization. It was as though something was tugging on her mind, pulling her back.
She saw a dark alleyway and a man. He beckoned her with his finger, and she went. He made a deep, soft, purring sound with his throat, coating her with a false sense of security. “Is-is” she stumbled on her words, “there something wrong with my father?” Slightly afraid, yet comforted by the purring, she asked the question. Confused by why she had been beckoned to the Elders shelter. She still went towards the beckoning finger as he slowly nodded his head. When she was within arms reach he grabbed her wrists and dragged her into a building, whose door was held open by another guard of the Elders. The then Rosalie was terrified, letting everyone around her know how she felt because she was so obvious with her emotions. She had yet to learn the art of hiding her feelings.
Her eyes popped open wide when she looked down the long, dark room to the place where 13 large chairs were placed next to each other in a line, a larger one in the middle of them all, left empty. A dark haired “young” “man” next to the empty chair, patted the seat. “Rosalie, why don’t you come and take your rightful place?”
“That’s my father’s seat,” She said, pretending not to know the truth.
“No, my dear. Your father was weak, or became that way over the years. We had to dispose of him. Leaving you his rightful heir, since your mother died some years back.” He smiled evilly.
“But…you can’t. He was your head leader.”
“Key word “was”, love. Now, you, are” he stressed the word “are”, “much stronger than your father was or would ever be. And much stronger than any of us on the Elder council. Much, much stronger.”
Rosalie, losing her fear, gained her courage. “I refuse” She spit out the words. “You are vial creatures!” She looked at the dark haired man, and glared into his eyes.
“Oh, come now Rose, don’t be so hasty to pass judgment. You’ve killed. And after tonight, you will be as bad as us.” He smirked.
“What?” She asked bluntly.
“One way or the other, we will get you to come with us and kill someone, by the name of “Seth.”
“Is he human.”
“No, very much a vampire my dear.”
“Then no!”
“Ah, you forget, there are twelve of us and one of you. And we’ll use any means necessary to make you do it.” As he said this two of the guards behind her grabber her arms, attempting to restrain her. She flung them away and started towards the man. She put her face an inch from his and growled, snapping at him.
“I could kill you now.” She said, hostile.
“Please do. But first, honor me with a kiss.” He leaned forward, a dark red substance on his lips, and kissed her. She licked her lips to get the substance off after he leaned away. As soon as she had done it, she regretted it, and started to feel dizzy.
“Wh—what have you done?” She asked, unsure.
“Nothing my dear. Nothing that will truly harm you. I just gave you some of my blood, mixed with another potion that will let me control you for a short time. It will be lovely.”
At that, the led her away and her memory faded.
“I…I’m really sorry Seth. I had no idea. I blocked it out of my memory, and they forced me to do it.” She bowed her head, took out her dagger, and began to stab the table in front of her in anger.
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