A/N: I have returned! (rather quickly I think) with the sequel to Blood Lies! This chapter is short, but consider it a prologue of sorts. It picks up immediately where Blood Lies left off. Enjoy!

Annabelle

"Where is my husband?"

This is not happening to me! I thought angrily. I am supposed to be done with this crap.

"I don't know."

The lie came out way to quickly, and my voice was a low angered tone. I felt myself blink in surprise at the ice of my tone. I felt angry, but I was scared as well. I also hadn't even decided if I was going to try and lie my way out of this or not, but apparently my body had made the decision for me.

Annabelle's face fell the minute the words were uttered from my mouth. "Well aren't you a feisty little blood bag," she smirked. "Most blood bags treat me with a little more respect."

I frowned at her. She was the last person on this earth who deserved any respect from me. I felt the energy spark within me as my fists clenched. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it out of this situation alive, but I wasn't going to just lay down and let her kill me. There was a brief moment where she just stood there staring at me with a scowl. In a blur she was suddenly in front of me, her hand wrapped around my throat as she lifted me into the air and slammed me into the wall of the house. I attempted to let out a scream, but she tightened her grip on my throat and all I managed was a gargled cry.

A flood of images rushed me like a tidal wave, all of them of her and Dominic. She loved him, missed him, and needed him. He was her everything and she felt lost without him. He had found her five hundred years ago, when she was just a newborn vampire, abandoned by her own maker. He had taken her in, showed her the ropes, loved her like no other, and made her his queen. A part of me felt sorry for her, that she didn't know that Dominic only cared about himself, that she was probably just some toy of his, a trophy wife. I came out of her brain with a muffled whimper and found her glaring at me, her fangs retracted.

"I don't like liars. I don't like games either. And I am not in the mood for this shit," she snarled. "You and your insufferable mother were the last blood bags my husband was with. And what do I find when I come home? My house in complete disarray and my staff slaughtered and my husband nowhere to be found. I can't find your mother and I want some answers. I know I said I was only going to give you one chance, but I am feeling generous tonight. So again, where the fuck is my husband?"

I couldn't breathe. My lungs were in panic as I writhed in her grip, trying to find some way to get air. My heart was pounding like a jack hammer. I felt the energy rising up in me quickly, filling me like a balloon. I didn't know how I was going to get out of this. I was alone, with no protector, unable to control my own powers and scared.

She released her hold on my throat just the tiniest bit so I could manage to catch some air and answer her question. I took a deep gulping breath before looking into her dark eyes. "I said I don't know," I answered through clenched teeth.

Annabelle sighed, cocking her head to one side, continuing to glare at me. "I don't have time for this," she growled as her fangs unsheathed again.

The energy in me had filled to the brim and I felt it crackle along my skin as it burned to be left free. I didn't hold back this time, not wanting to wait and see what Annabelle had in store for me. It burst out of me, aiming right for Annabelle, sending her soaring through my porch railing and right into Cassandra's Honda. The car crumpled under her, the metal whining loudly under the pressure, and the glass of the windshield shattering. The alarm set off in a loud blare, honking repeatedly.

My knees gave out instantly and I fell to the ground, weak and panting. The energy had dissipated almost completely, but I could still feel it, swirling meekly in the pit of my stomach. I struggled to catch my breath, feeling as if I had just ran a marathon. I knew I had to get up. I had to get inside where it was safe, I had to call-

No.

I wasn't going to call Eric. I wasn't going to go running back to him. I needed to handle this on my own. I needed to do exactly what I had been whining about to him, Connor, and my parents. I needed to take care of myself.

I rolled over to my side, grabbing my keys from where they had fallen. I looked over my shoulder to see Annabelle slowly recovering, trying to peel her body from Cassandra's car. I rushed to my feet shakily, gripping the handle of my door to keep me steady. I looked down at the splintered mess my railing was in and hesitated when I saw it, lying right in plain sight as if it were fate. A broken piece of my railing, looking like a makeshift stake. I needed something to protect myself even inside my house, hell what if I didn't even make it into the house? I stumbled towards it, snatching it up off the ground and running for my door, slipping my key into the lock.

"Oh I don't think so," came Annabelle's mocking voice from behind me.

I felt a hand in my hair, yanking me backward. I was in the air next, landing with a harsh thud on the concrete walkway up to my house. I cried out as shockwave of pain coursed through my body and the broken piece of railing fell from my hand, rolling away from me.

"You don't get to just run inside and hide, you little freak," she continued. The sound of her heels clicking on what was left of the porch stairs filled my ears. She was on me a second later, a look of rage upon her face. Her hand was on my throat again pinning me down to the ground. "Now that wasn't a very nice stunt you just pulled albeit it was very interesting." She leaned her beautiful face closer to mine and her fangs unsheathed with a click making me jump. "What the fuck are you?" she hissed at me.

I didn't bother answering. I hit her instead. I hit her as hard as I could manage, putting every last bit of strength into it as I backhanded her hard. I felt a little telekinetic force added to it, making her head whip to the side. I bucked my body upward at the same time, ignoring the pain that shot up my arm; I swiped away the arm holding my throat, forcing her to roll off of me in her surprised state. I launched my body at the piece of wood, my weapon, lying on the walk way.

"You little bitch!" Annabelle screeched.

Her hand was in my hair again, pulling me to her. I gritted my teeth hard against the pain, keeping a firm hold on the stake. I twisted my body with a scream, lunging at her as I aimed the stake right for her chest, throwing my body weight against it. Her eyes widened in shock, and I heard the crunch as the wood passed through her sternum. Blood spurted upward from the wound spraying me like a geyser. Her face twisted into pain, her eyes locking with mine for one split second before she completely dissolved into a puddle of bloody vampire parts on my walkway.

I hit the cement hard, landing face first in the puddle of gore that Annabelle left behind. I rolled over to my back with a grunt, still panting, my heart beating so fast it felt like it was going to fly out of my ribcage. I sat up slowly after a minute, dropping the stake and running a hand through my hair, dropping my hand sourly when I realized that my hair was drenched in vampire blood. I looked up at my destroyed porch to Cassandra's car and then to the puddle I was sitting in.

This is going to be a bitch to clean up.