Chapter Three.

Chapter 3

Her mother sat at the top of the stairs, her silluete seen sitting on the top of the stairs, bent over her knees, both palms pressing against her eyes as she cries. “Think about the children! They need you! THEY NEED YOU!!” She shouts, not noticing one of those children watching.

“THEY…” The other voice, a male’s, fades. He knew they needed him. Otherwise they would fall to their mother’s acts, but she had betrayed him. She sold her body; she cheated on him, and Still dealt with drugs. Even after all he had her promise.

She clutched her knees gently against her chest, burying her eyes against her knees. “Please let them stop… Please.” She spoke that aloud. “Please, please stop.”

“THE CHILDREN NEED YOU! I NEED YOU! Don’t Go!... Don’t go…” Her mother’s voice calls softly.

“YOU DON’T NEED ME! YOU ONLY NEED THOSE THAT ARE WILLING TO PAY FOR YOU!” Was the sharp reply of the male. Much better than knives.

“Please, make it stop…” She softly whimpers, clutching her knees tightly.

“I TOLD YOU I WOULDN’T DO IT ANYMORE! WHY CANT YOU TRUST ME?!” Her mother shouts, and a shadow of a frame passes her, moves down the stairs and the door slams. She could hear soft mumbling, ‘Trust her?.. What don’t I trust her?...”

She was visibly shaking as her mother cries out, “Nooo! NOOoo! NOOOOO!”

She sits up sharply, and looks straight forward, the darkness only allowing the memory to linger in her eyes. The voices having been as vivid as they had been when she had experienced the painful memory. She was fully tensed, noticing that she had held her breath, she softly, and slowly exhales. Upon inspection, she notices that she had been clutching tightly to the bed.

A soft, almost spiteful tone is heard, breaking her train of thought, “Are you done?” Her eyes meet the familiar musty green eyes of Chives. She fails to reply, yet doesn’t seem to need to, as Chives shortly comes to speak, “Master Sylvan wanted me to show.. You, around.” He held back from saying something, it was obvious.

“Alright..” She begins to slip her legs around to the edge of the bed, soon having her feet softly to the ground. Her fingers lace with one another as she extends her arms forward, stretching them as a couple of pops can be heard from this stretching. “What time is it?...” She asks gently.

“It’s a little after noon. Master Sylvan will wake as the sun lowers; he also wanted you to shower and change into these clothes.” Chives spoke in a monotone, and failed to show any lightness to his tone or eyes as he places some clothing into her lap. “When you finish your shower, I will be waiting in here.” And as if he knew her next question, he says, “The light switch is to the left of the door when you walk in.”

With that, she softly takes the clothes upon her hold and straightens, slowly walking into the bathroom and flicking on the light. She closes the door behind her, not looking back to Chives, but to the large area of the room before her. There was a nice, huge old fashioned bath tub, and marble counters along the walls, everything was beyond neat, they were all richly decorated with everything she would need. She lifts the clothes before her and is taken aback by the rich clothing. The clothes would happen to be similar to what she currently wore, but better, and there was a corset, probably to help enhance her appearance to Sylvan’s liking. Perhaps slightly unnerved, she slips from her clothing and walks silently to the bath, she begins by turning on the water, fixing the temperature before slipping into it.

After she’s finished cleansing herself with the lovely smelling soaps, she draws from the water and moves to a towel, in which is positioned on the counter, probably for her efficiency. She lifts the towel and dries herself off before slipping into her undergarments, soon wrapping the corset about her chest and waist, over her undershirt. She slowly exhales as she sharply tightens it to her frame, tying it before slipping into a blood red, strapless top, and a long black skirt of fine fabrics. Her eyes scan the counter as she finds a brush, working her hair dry and to a fine state, so her blonde hair shimmers slightly as light falls upon it. She looks to her reflection and is take aback, having not held so much effort to her appearance, and obviously it paid off. Her cloths held to her curves so well, and her hair looked nice for a change.

With gentle, silent steps, she moves forward and from the room, draining the bath and turning off the lights as she stands before Chives. He merely points to some heels that she is meant to wear, and starts forward, expecting her to follow.

She slips into the shoes before following him, her steps now having a soft tapping sound to each of her taken steps. Unable to stand too much silence, she speaks as they leave the room, “Where are we heading towards first?”

“I am showing you the reading room, and the rooms upstairs. Then Master Sylvan wants you in the ballroom.” He spoke to her as if it were the last thing in the world that anyone would want to do. And he kept his pace a little more quickly than her own, so she couldn’t keep at his side, but had to keep behind him.

She didn’t reply and merely followed him for a while, her gaze slipping to the walls before Chives stops and enters a room; she follows him inside to see rows upon rows of bookshelves. Each shelf was labeled to author’s name, type of book, and seemed to also be ordered by preference. There were a few comfortable looking chairs littering the room. They leave shortly before he leads her to a staircase, taking her upstairs to see the guest rooms. There were so many there that it took until nightfall to see each of them.

“Alright. Master Sylvan wants you in the ballroom now. You will wear this..” Chives reaches upwards and ties a silk cloth over her eyes, then takes her wrist and leads her forward, not telling her when they move down the stairs, having her nearly fall, yet not complain. There was a mixture of sounds, something similar to voices, then everything draws silent, not even the slightest sound, save for each of her breaths. Chives grip to her wrist tightens slightly, before she hears a door open, then Chives pulls on her wrist, and pushes her in front of him, leaning forward to draw the blindfold back.

Her electric eyes slowly open as the well furnished ballroom lays before her, and a whole bunch of people. They were mostly pale, and held striking features, yet all watched her in silence. She held her breath, confused and unsure on what there was to do, or what she was expected to do.

Chapter Two.

Chapter 2



She emits a soft groan, raising a hand to press her palm softly to her throbbing neck to find out that it was a combination of two small wounds, “What the..” She slowly sits up, being light-headed and fully dressed in what she had been before. It was dark in the room she was in and she takes a couple of seconds to remember what had happened. She raises one of her hands and runs her fingertips over her neck, remembering where he had teased her exceptionally well and soon gently rubs her eyes, allowing them to focus. She gently slides her legs across what she finds to be a bed, her feet finding the ground, having to soft sounds as she looks over the room, finding it more of an old Victorian style.

Her electric eyes scan the room; a wardrobe lay across the room, a door opposite to the bed, and anther door off to her right. She slowly slips from the bed, careful as she tests the first door that had caught her eyes, finding it locked, she softly curses. That was probably the only way out. She slowly walks to the other door, opening it to find it being a fairly large bathroom. Her eyes failed to show her where the light switches or lamps were, so she retreats back to the bed and pulls off her heels, sitting on the bed, her knees being drawn lightly to her chest as she rests her chin to them.

What had she done to deserve such a fate? To be locked in a room that has no windows and no means of which to learn about the time or anything else. She softly sighs, wondering what her two younger brothers were up to, and how she had left them…




“GET OUT OF MY FACE!” Her shrill tone is used in the only way it’s known to around her home.

“MAKE ME!” Sane, a small frame of a thirteen year old shouts at her, backed up by the older version of him who of which is sixteen. They both had short, fiery orange hair and bluish eyes. They also had freckles, the older one being over weight, while Sane was fairly slim.

“YEAH! MAKE HIM! YOU’VE BEEN TRYING TO MAKE HIM DO WHAT YOU WANT FOREVER!” Kenai shouts in return.

“I HAVE NOT! STOP LYING AND GET OUT OF MY ROOM OR I’LL HURT YOU!” An empty threat and they knew it.

“GET A LIFE!” Kenai and Sane shout together.

“I HAVE ONE!” She nearly screams in return.

Sane replied, “I MEANT A GOOD ONE!”

She was thrown into a state of shock and pain to the lack of a decent, true reply. Her result was slamming her door as loudly as possible, blocking them from her sight. She sharply turns around and presses her back against the door in time to hear a third voice shouting, at her, and she tenses as she begins to listen. “WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?! CALM THE FUCK DOWN, BITCH!! CALM THE FUCK DOWN OR YOU’RE GOING TO BE FUCKING KICKED FROM THE FUCKING HOUSE, BITCH!” Her mother, Jana screams at her from the confines of her own room.

She clutches tightly to the carpeted ground as a few heated streaks riding her jawline as her eyes tightly close, tuning her mother out. After silence was brought to the house, she stayed tensed for about forty minutes before standing up slowly and looked for Mr. Scuffles, and not finding the poor kitty she left her room in silence to fetch her cat.

Her path finally ended up in her brother’s room, her tone worn well as she inquires about poor Mr. Scuffles, Sane had said the door had been open when he got home, and the cat might’ve gotten outside. She merely sighed softly and left, regardless the fact it was dead night.




She lightly shakes her head, having gotten lost in the memory to realize an extra presence. A warm, sleek tear trails her jawline as she looks towards the presence, her electric eyes meeting with the recognizable tainted blue eyes.

The male from before stands in silence at her side, then moves forward and sits at her side before moving forward to brush away her stray tears and she recoils from his touch and he looks to her. “So much pain they have given you, dear Mari. Too much, in fact. But I suppose you might want a change of topic?” His tone was unchanged, always a cool whisper.

“Who are you? And where have you taken me?” She asks, her tone uneven, but she now failed to care anymore.

He smirks and watches her, “You can call me Sylvan, and let’s just say you’re far from home, alright? Really far from that place you called home…” His tone dropped.

“..I’m really that far?...” She asks softly.

“Yes, Mari. You are, and I don’t exactly plan to let you go back home, either. You do realize that?” His tone was even as he watches for her reaction.

“Why can’t I go back home? Are you some kind of rapist criminal who’s going to have your fun until you get bored, then dispose of me?” She asks, although she wasn’t so sure she was correct in the accusation, more sarcasm then she really needed, although she did want an answer..

“Rapist criminal?” He laughs, seeming to be halfheartedly. “Dear Mari, that’s the last I am. Trust me. My intentions for you are much more.. Developed. Let’s say it they have been preplanned.” His laugh once again ripples from his frame, to a lighter sense. She tenses to his laughter, her arms wrapping over her stomach, so both palms gently rest to her sides, having them to her light hold as her knees remain up. “Oh my dear, teasing Mari. You have no needs to worry, for you can understand in due time. You’ve been out cold all day, are you hungry?” He asks, gently.

“Even if I am, I’m not going to take anything from you. You’ve probably poisoned it or something.” She speaks lightly, with a false confidence that she knew he could see through.

“Why would I poison you, my dear Mari? It took so long to get you here, as I have been watching you for such a while.” He replies coolly, yet not harshly.

“I… I don’t know…” She spoke softly, no longer holding any resistance to him, like before.

“Now, are you hungry, my Mari?” He asks again, seeming to expect a positive answer.

“A.. Little.” She finally replies with a soft sigh.

“Then it’s a good thing I sent Chives to go get food you could eat. Let’s go.” He slowly slips from the bed and offers one of his pallid hands to help her up. She merely straightens on her own, standing at his side as she waits for his lead. “Very well then…” He says softly as he moves forward and opens the door, shutting the door after she follows.

He leads her through a variety of well furbished halls, all great in their own manner. He finally opens a door that leads into the greatly sized dining room. It was huge, the table was about one chair thick, yet at least twenty long, he lead her to one of the side places, sitting to the head chair that was in scripted with old fashion insignias, the entire area having such an old fashion to them.

“Chives!” He spoke sharply, suddenly, his voice echoing in the great room, reverberating across the walls and back to them before there is a feeble, soft reply.

“Yes Master Sylvan?” The shaking, weak frame of an older man enters the room, clutching his hands with one another as if he was afraid to lose one of them. The man wears a worn tuxedo giving no signs of particular interest in her, only Sylvan.

“You know what to give me, and get our guest something that doesn’t contain any fish. Something from what you bought while I was resting. Understood?” He speaks clearly, and lightly to the one he called Chives, leaving her to be silent. Her only preferences of food having been spoken by Sylvan to Chives, in the short conversation. Perhaps he had watched her a while…

“Yes Master. Of course.” Chives coolly replies, his dull green eyes meeting her gaze with a reluctant sense of displeasure. She shifts her gaze, not able to hold his gaze for some reason and she merely hears him leave, silence following the soft closing of the door.

“Don’t mind him. He’s a little possessive, as he has been here for quite some time now.” Sylvan says gently, capturing her attention as she looks up to him, met with a light smile. She softly smiles in return and merely nods, unable to think of a proper reply. Although she didn’t have to, as he soon kept speaking, “Chives has kept watch over me for years upon years… He came after my father departed from this world, unable to bear his burden of life. He gave me his home and burdens, offered an escape for me as well. Yet I chose to stay alive and face what the world set out for me, regardless what it turned out to actually be.” He softly releases a sigh; his frame relaxing against the chair as the door gently opens once again.

“Master Sylvan, the food for the Mistress is ready, as for your meal.” The man says softly, before moving forward with a light step, balancing a dish of an array of meats and fruits, each finely cut and finely arrayed precisely to what pleased sight as well as it looked like it would taste.

“Yes, then please serve our honored guest and myself, Chives.” He says gently, and Chives sets out to do as much, his musty green eyes never leaving her frame as he sets the plate before her, and a glass of some kind of wine, giving Sylvan only a tall glass of what appeared to be a thick crimson substance that she lead herself to be some kind of thick red wine. Chives shortly returns to Sylvan’s side, bowing deeply.

“Dinner is served, Master Sylvan. Anything else?” Chives asks as he rises.

“Not now, Chives.” Sylvan returns coolly, his gaze slipping from Chives as he soon looks to her. “You can eat; he hasn’t done anything to your food, Mari. If he has, I would know. Trust me.” He says gently, coaxing her to eat, and she soon complies, eating in a chilling silence. Naturally, she takes small bites and nibbles, not eating very much at all, never having had much of an appetite. Once she was finished, Chives returned and took her plate away then refills her glass with one thing, Sylvan’s with another. After he leaves from the room, Sylvan’s attention finally returns to her, although it had been to her the entire time as she had eaten.

“..Yes?...” She asks gently, not knowing how she is supposed to reply.

“Hmm?.. Oh, are you done?” He asks, almost saying something else, yet holding back.

“Huh? Oh, yeah… I am.” She replies lightly, slightly unnerved.

“Then come on.” He slowly rises, helping her up before leading her by the hand from the room, Chives entering to take the glasses that they left behind. “You can rest, as I do believe you may be tired.” He says as he soon releases her hand, opening the door to the room that seemed to be hers. “Just sleep for now, and when you wake Chives will show you around the castle.” With that he draws back and closes the door gently, the click of the lock heard and his footsteps shortly afterwards.

My story.

Chapter One.


Imagine that everything you thought, not believed, but thought about vampires. Were all lies compared to what truly is there. Imagine that your petty crosses were useless against them, that your holy water was just a toy. What happens then? Do you just curl up into the defensive fetal position, feeling your areas left completely vulnerable? Or do you put aside your beliefs and try to make things right? Do you play hero? Or. Do you just not know? Is everything what you thought it was? Maybe it is… Maybe it isn’t.


Again, Mr. Scuffles ran out. Again, and at night. The cool, crisp air welcomes her as she moves forward with gentle steps, being to the wind’s embrace. Well, it wasn’t that bad. Although.. Her electric blue eyes cast wearily towards the sky. “Cloudy… The perfect fault for the perfect sky.” Her tone is gentle, slightly worn merely from her constant need to yell at her siblings. She had two younger brothers, if only they could understand she wasn’t lying when she said she knew what she was talking about. Had Sane realized that if he leaves the door open, the poor creature would have fled by a natural born curiosity into the wilderness of the outside. Poor Mr. Scuffles. The creature was far to kind to be left out at night, thinking all are its friends. “Damn cat…” Her tone shows no hatred, not towards the now lost creature, at least.

Her steps are clean, soft striking sounds against the concrete, created by her heels. So she was 17, she was old enough to know how to dress herself, over-mature too. Yet in that she didn’t exactly have a choice, did she? “Mr. Scuffles?” A long, black, flowing skirt clings gently to the curves of her hips, leaving the rest for the imagination. She slowly crouches before a couple of bushes, she wore a matching shirt that held to her chest and made sure to not be shy with her curves, being fairly low cut, and yes, black. “Come on Scuffs. You have to be in here, you know.” She reaches her pale hands into the depths of the bush, scanning the interior for the missing cat. She had long, blonde hair, a perfect contrast to what she decided to wear. The cat was a natural scared one, afraid mainly of feet, due to forever thinking one of the giant human creatures would crush it with their feet.

A soft mew erupts from across the street and she turns to look at the slinky frame of a young male cat, a black cat, of course. “There you are, Scuffs. Now its time to take you home.” She slowly straightens and as she approaches her beloved pet, it runs from her, as if the years of being raised from kitty hood meant nothing. “You coward, come on.” She sprints after the fleeing cat. It almost made it look like she was the bad guy, trying to bring it down to the ground with all cruel intentions.

Each one of her now sharp steps echo in the silent streets, almost seeming to help the cat’s fear be kept at high levels. Not realizing its only caring owner was just trying to bring that fear away and return it to the warm bed it seemed to be seeking. The cat stops, trapped in an alleyway. “Gotcha!” She swoops her arms down and gently clasps the young cat. Although it had been running like death itself was chasing it, he seemed to now be favorable and nuzzles to her jawline, causing her to smile, something rare to see.

“See Scuffs? I’m not going to hurt you. Never have, Never will.” She says softly to the cat, stroking its sleek black fur with her soft hand, cradling it to her chest with the other. The cat tenses and suddenly tries to get free with all its might, mewing and raking its claws across her collarbone before she drops him and runs as if there is no tomorrow.

“Scuffs!” She sharply calls to it, ineffectively. She places one of her hands against the shallow wound, bringing it back to see the crimson red of fresh blood, and softly groans. She didn’t care that it was blood, even though it was Her blood, she just didn’t tend to like being injured, and to such a manner as her fearful cat.

“Ahh… Oh how you taunt me so, Mari.. How you taunt me so…” The words curl in a soft whispery voice from behind her, causing her to draw all the way around to face a slim, deathly pale male. Her palm returns to her minor wound, to slow the bleeding as she takes a slow step backwards. The male was dressed in loose black pants that are kept to him by means left unseen as an untucked black, button up shirt hides that specific trait from view. The male seems to smile, in a way she didn’t particularly care for. “How long do you suppose it took me to learn your name? Or even your place of residence?” The soft, whispers of words continue.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Her tone wasn’t even, damn it. She draws back once more, only to have the male step forward with silent, swift steps, hence why she hadn’t heard him. She’s drawn against a wall, and he smirks as he soon presses against her gently, just enough to partially pin her to the wall.

“Ah, harsh language. I know you would prefer to not use it, save for the few that work your nerves.” His tone becomes ever more of a whisper as he draws nearer. From here, his eyes could be read as a tainted clear blue.

“What would you know?” She tries to slip away, and finds his cool, pallid hands to her hips, forcing her to remain as she was with an unseen strength. What he had said about harsh language happened to be true, no matter how many times Kenai tried to say she was full of it for saying as much.

“Much more than you would like for me to say..” His tone remained the same, dropping only as his lips drew closely to her earlobe, their cool presence skimming along her earlobe, causing her eyes to gradually come to a close.

She responded with a chilling silence, his touch drawing unwilling shivers from her as she raises her hands to have her palms press pointlessly against his stomach in an attempt to draw him away from her, however reluctantly.

“Oh Mari..” The male’s lips slowly skim along her neck, teasing the sensitive flesh with his lips, almost seeming trained to particular sweet spots. He also managed to prevent her hand that had previously kept the wound from bleeding freely. His hold tight, but gentle.

“Where did you get my name?...” She spoke now, only to draw attention away from teasing her, slowly draining her resistance as his movements grow further.

The male slowly lifts her hand, drawing his attention from her neck, gently licking at her palm as he comes to reply to her, “It wasn’t very hard to miss. Your siblings could be heard pretty far away.” He took a particular liking towards her blood, his tainted eyes momentarily closing.

Her fingers curl slightly, although she fails to resist his to any great degree, each of his seductive movements having their effects, ten fold. As for his comment, she always fought with her brothers, always screaming and yelling at them. She didn’t know why they managed to work her nerves so well, perhaps it is more the working of her mother…

Her change of mood was well noticed by him, as he returns attention to her neck, softly releasing her wrist. Unable to hold back any longer, his lips brushing from her neck while he licks gently at the wound, the bleeding having slowed, yet not entirely stopped. He softly laps at the wound, following the path it had trickled and finally raises his lips to her neck once more, he was trembling just slightly.

“What are yo-“ Her voice breaks as his nibbling sharply changes to a bite. Two slimmed canines slowly enter her neck, shifting her speech to a soft gasp. She clutches to his stomach as her blood swiftly flows freely into his eager mouth. After a couple of moments her hold slackens to him as she slumps gently back, last hearing his cool tone, “Sleep well, my sweet Mari.” And darkness enveloped her.