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  Vince sat down on the bed and pulled Viktoria to him, resting her head against his chest, his hands stroking her hair as she regained her strength. When he was sure that Viktoria would be fine on her own he'd go and rip his brother to shreds. Vince would savor every second of it, drink Jon's blood while he was still clinging onto the last shreds of life he could get, then he would behead him. It would be a long process, but he'd enjoy it very much.

  Viktoria stirred in his arms an hour and a half later for the hundredth time, awakening him from some kind of awkward sleep. Vince had entered a state of being half-awake and half-asleep throughout that period she had awoken and fell back asleep.

  Groaning quietly and blowing black hair out his scarlet eyes, Vince sat up and brushed hair out of Viktoria's scrunched up face.

  "Vince?" She whispered uncertainly, cautiously as if she was afraig that it was Jon holding her in his clutches.

  Vince felt a little less stressed out when she said his name without the 'master' part. "Yeah, Viktoria, how are you feeling?"

  She sighed and tried struggling to sit up, then realizing it was a lost cause she settled back into his arms and said, "Sore all over, a little light headed and a little tired, extremely..." her words trailed off as she slipped back under into unconsciousness, leaving Vince as angry as ever.

  Jon, he thought bitterly for the hundredth time.

  He wasn't sure what Jon was hoping to accomplish with the stunt he pulled at breakfast, but he was sure that his brother was up to something and Vince would made it his goal to figure out Jon's motives, even if it was the last thing he did. No one would hurt his Viktoria and get away with it, except for him.

  He looked down at Viktoria and thought, If I'm going to do this, I'll do it for Viktoria. I have a claim on her, Jon crossed the line and nearly killed my property – and if he was being entirely honest with himself – his most prized possession.

  Chapter 7

  Tori felt as if she were a cube of ice as she struggled to wake up and move her limbs. She remembered Vince talking to her earlier, but no matter how hard she tried to awaken she couldn't...dreams assaulted her as she fell back into sleep....those dreams were the reality of the past- of her past. They were the turning point in her life...

  Tori smirked flirtatiously at the bartender, flipping her snow-white hair over her bared shoulder. She knew that this wasn't her, but the break-up had pushed her over the edge and she NEEDED to escape the pain...the only other thing she could think of was a sex on the beach and a night out by herself.

  "Ma'am, I'm not sure..." the guy said, but by the smirk on his face Tori knew she had him.

  "Call me Tori," she purred, "all I want is one drink..."

  "How old are you?" He asked.

  "Why don't you tell me?" She countered, leaning over the bar and running her finger down his strong bicep.

  "Fine, one drink." He muttered after staring into her eyes for a minute.

  Tori sighed and sat back on her stool, she didn't think telling the bartender- who looked to be seventeen- that she was nineteen would be a good idea. At that moment she suddenly wished she had Vince back so he could get her what she wanted, he used to be there for her....

  Well, that was ten years ago, she thought idly, pushing away that thought that had just randomly popped into her head. She smiled sweetly at the bartender when he brought her her drink before saying thank you and striding off to a booth.

  Tori was sitting there, sipping at the alcohol and watching the clubers dance and flirt drunkenly, she was down to the last dregs of her drink when someone slid into the seat across from her.

  Tori nearly choked when she saw the inhumanly handsome man across from her. He had long, shoulder-length black hair worn in a shaggy style, a pale and sculpted face decorated with a long nose that sat between his narrowed eyes that were pitch black and lush with lashes and his lips....His carved lips were curved in a wry, knowing smile that melted Tori's heart.

  She hadn't felt that feeling since....well since Vince.

  "Hey, darling." He murmured, his obsidian eyes looking her over hungrily.

  "Hi," she responded, unable to shake the feeling of safeness that washed over her.

  The man looked around the club and Tori came to the conclusion that he was either nineteen or twenty, by the shape of his strong jaw and toned body she sided with twenty.

  "So, what brings you to this rat hole? A pretty woman such as you shouldn't be hanging around a dump like this." The man murmured, playing with a necklace laced around his throat. It was a small black cross with a crimson jewel in the center that reached out to the four arms with veins of gold.

  Tori turned her eyes away from the man's long fingers playing with his cross and looked at his eyes that were staring at her oddly, as if he were thinking very hard about something.

  "Just needed to escape," she answered truthfully yet vaguely.

  "Same here," He said.

  "What's your name?" Tori asked before sucking down the last of her drink, feeling the guy's eyes on her.

  "DeChorello. Vincent DeChorello." The guy breathed seductively.

  Tori choked once again for the second time that night. "Vince?" She demanded, eyes widening.

  Vincent looked thoughtful for a moment, "Yeah, I guess you could call me that."

  "Don't you remember me?"

  Vincent cut his gaze sharply back to her. "What do you mean?"

  "Vince! It's me, Viktoria." Tori whispered.

  Vince went rigid, spine straightening up until Tori was sure it was causing him pain. Vince's eyes widened ever so slightly. The only word that escaped his lustful lips was:

  "Viktoria..."

  Tori nodded, a slow smile spreading across her face, the break-up's sadness dissolving with...excitement? Hope? Longing? She didn't know.

  Vince cleared his expression and smiled; smiled that smile that woke up a thousand memories within her and she didn't decline his offer to come to his house with him....she agreed without hesitation- after all, this was Vince who had asked her, not some monster......

  Tori came to a few hours later, she found the area beside her in the bed empty and realized with a jolt that she was in Vince's room. She looked around at the crimson walls, the black drapes over the bay window, his favorite chair that she had found him more than once sleeping in. She saw his writing desk, the scene altered because the vase with the black roses was gone, she noticed the paintings on the walls of him and Jon, a couple with long, dark hair and scarlet eyes...

  Groaning, Tori pulled herself up into a sitting position and moved her legs so they were dangling off the bed. She then forced her body up so she could walk over to the drapes and pull them aside. It was late at night, the stars twinkling in the sky that was undiluted by streetlights and the air was still with the exception of the gentle breeze, the atmosphere was not doused with the ruckus of the city....The only thing Tori actually appreciated about this hell was the scenery, she sighed and was about to move back to the bed when her legs unexpectedly buckled and gave away under her feet.

  She collapsed, her head hitting the hard wooden floor with a dull thump. It was getting hard for her to breath, her chest felt tight, her veins empty, body cold, thoughts evaporated into one goal...drink the...drink what?

  Tori didn't know, but she was getting aches and pains in her jaws, in her main arteries, and once more, darkness lapped up the light, leeched out all the color from the room, and sent her away into the dungeons of the gloom.

  Chapter 8

  Vince had left Viktoria alone for an hour to feed- he hadn't gotten enough from the morning servant- thinking, what could possibly happen to Viktoria in his absence? He opened the door to his room and instantly went on high alert....the bed was empty.

  His nostrils flared as he tried to catch her scent. She hadn't left the room and at the sound of a soft, gasping breath Vince knew she was still in the space. He moved closer to the bed and saw Viktoria on the ground, she just laid there, unmoving, not breath
ing, skin an unnatural gray...That was NOT good. He had seen that before, seen the symptoms of a human who had been fed from too much and than not revived with the vampire's blood....

  Vince hurried to Viktoria's side, closing the door with a loud 'bang' on his way back to the bed, and picked her up in his arms, laying her limp body down on the mattress's sheets.

  "Viktoria? Viktoria, take slow breaths and focus on me, okay, darling?" Vince whispered rapidly when her eyelids fluttered open revealing blood-shot eyeballs, the blue her irises should've been were nearly black.

  Doing the only thing he could think of, Vince cut the flesh at the base of his throat with his nail and sat Viktoria up, guiding her lips to his neck. He held her head there until he felt her lips move slightly, felt the pulling sensation as she began to suck at the wound, drawing the blood from him.

  Viktoria became urgent while she drank, angling her body the right way so she could get more access to Vince's incision. He held her close, loving the feeling of her puckering and relaxing lips, the way her hands pulled at his shirt, hugging herself closer to him.

  Vince lay back slowly, bringing Viktoria down with him so she lay on his stomach, her fingers knitting into his dark hair, her moonlight-fair mane creating a barrier so Vince couldn't see her ingest his life fluids. He moved his head back so he completely bared his jugular to her as she straddled his waist and swallowed more deeply.

  Moans of the best pleasure there was escaped Viktoria's busy lips and Vince let out a dazed chuckle of bliss as he remembered the only time she had ever made that noise....

  "Come to my place, we can chat there, catch up," Vince murmured, knowing it was too late to go back on his plans, to let Viktoria go. If he did the Guardians would track her down and kill her, vampires weren't allowed to make direct contact with a human unless they were going to enslave them or drain them...

  "Sure, Vince." She responded and Vince nearly took back his offer, but he was saving the only person in the world that seemed to understand him- HAD seemed understand him...

  Vince led her to his car and drove her away, away from humans, away from her normal life and into the world of vampires.

  * * *

  Vince smirked at Viktoria, taking her hand in a flirtatious way and leading her up the stairs to the second floor of his "house." One thing led to another after that, they entered the room, Vince turned on his full charm, and he kissed her.

  The kiss built up, strong and hungry, rough and unforgiving. Vince pushed Viktoria to the bed, she fell onto it, clutching onto his shirt. Vince fell on top of her, holding his weight the right way so she didn't feel all of it.

  Viktoria moaned with absolute bliss as he stroked her collarbone with his parted lips, kissing her flesh here and there as she pulled his shirt off and unbuttoned her blouse....

  That night went on in a blur of ecstasy, even through the part where Vince sunk his teeth into her skin, into an artery, and unleashed a flow of the most delicious blood Vince had ever tasted. Before he knew it he had taken too much and needed to feed her from him.....

  Vince came out of the flashback in time, easing Viktoria's mouth from his and brushing his lips against hers.

  "That's enough, Viktoria, or you'll change and we don't want that." He murmured.

  Viktoria was silent as she stared into Vince's eyes and right then Vince was sure of one thing in his ever twisting life: Viktoria will willingly be his soon enough.....

  Chapter 9

  Vince left Viktoria once again, not to feed, but to finish his "argument" with Jon. Viktoria hadn't been informed about what happened while she was out cold and Vince was fine with that, she didn't need to know.

  As Vince strode through the second floor to the staircase that led to the third level he thought back to his first experience in this house...

  The sky was dark and comforting as Vince moved about the mansion his adopted parents promised would be his when he turned sixteen, apparently vampires didn't live by the rules of the humans. Gregory, Vince's new dad had said, "We vampires are superior to the vermin we call human, Vincent. We will not abide by their mistrusting rules."

  Vince hadn't really been shocked when his new parents had told him he was a vampire. It had explained the reason he was stronger, faster, and more sensitive to certain things than humans. The blood-drinking had been a little shock until he had actually TASTED the blood of a mortal, but after that....well, his parents said that he was a "strong one" a vampire unaffected by his past human years and could feed without hesitation- without remembering.

  Vince had strode through barren hallways, envisioning blood-red walls to get a vampire thirsty, black carpets to blend with the shadows and the night, black ceilings and doors. No mirrors, seeing as vampires were naturally afraid of them, afraid that the seeing glass would steal their soul for eternity. He would put paintings up of the Guardians of Death, the vampires who controlled the vampires in the world, assigned massive territories to the strongest vampires and smaller lands for the weakest, some vampires didn't even get onto the ranks, they were nomads, forever wandering....

  Vince was snapped back to the present when he heard that slick voice that was still raspy from the healing of his windpipe.

  Sneaking up to the doorway to the lounge on the third floor, Vince listened silently. He dared not breath or move, for fear that his brother would hear him eavesdropping

  "...He can't find out Maria, if we get Her out of the way, then we can distract Vince long enough to bring down his little world." Jon was hissing to a servant with black hair and green eyes. "You need to end her, make sure no one suspects foul play, then I can get Master-" Jon pronounced the word sarcastically- "Vince out of the way and you and I can own this Hotel, you'll be immortal."

  "But how, Master Jon?" Maria asked softly, flirtatiously and, peering around the wall, Vince saw that she was draped over Jon's body now as they lay on a settee, her fingers caressing his abs. "How will WE get rid of Vince?"

  "No, no, no, Maria, stick to your part. You execute that servant and I'll deal with my brother. When it's all over, I won't even have any blood on my hands."

  "What about me?" Maria demanded.

  "You, well you'll be a vampire, you won't have to worry about suffering the consequences in the next life." Jon kept on rambling while Vince slipped away.

  This wasn't good and Vince knew it. There was only one servant's death that could 'distract' Vince and that would be Viktoria. As much as Vince wanted to convince himself, Viktoria was a part of him, both physically- because of her blood within him- and mentally- because of their bond- and if she was dead, than half of Vince would be, too. If Vince wanted to stay sane and whole then he'd need to do either one of two things....change her or set her free and hope the Guardians didn't find her....

  As Vince slunk away, mind reeling with questions and plans he thought, Well, hell, life for me couldn't get anymore worse.

  But it did.

  Chapter 10

  The next morning Tori was on her feet and bustling about the kitchen, avoiding the servants' wary glances. She was heading back from the basement after searching for some blood bags for breakfast when a bell chimed in the dinning room.

  The servants did what was routine, lined up in a single-file line and walked out of the kitchen, lining the far wall and facing Master Vince and Master Jon.

  Vince looked as handsome as ever with his shoulder-length, shaggy black hair, pensive crimson eyes. His lean body was clad in black slacks, tucked ruggedly into his pants was a deep violet button-down shirt left unbuttoned so it revealed the smooth, carved planes of his pale chest, around his long, tense neck was that black ribbon that dangled the cross with the rubies. Vince's lips were quirked thoughtfully as he combed his eyes over the fifty servants before him, tapping a dress-shoe-covered foot rather nervously.

  Jon, standing stiffly beside his brother, looked dashing himself with his slicked back blond hair and penetrating bloody eyes, his compact body sporting black slacks and a blac
k tunic.

  "Brother, why don't you explain why the Hotel's vacant of vampires," Jon suggested, a devilish glint in his eye.

  Vince was silent for a prolonged moment, eyes still sweeping over the servants, his eyes lingering on Viktoria the longest every time he raked his gaze of them.

  When it seemed like Vince wouldn't answer he spoke, "Servants, as you know it is my- our- parents' year to hold the Guardians' Gathering. You are all well aware of the fact that in one territory there are only supposed to be a certain number of vampires, well we have exceeded the amount just in this one building." Vince smirked, seeming proud of himself for a moment. "So, before the Guardians of Death arrive we had to send the vampires away so we would not be marked as law-breakers.