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Ain't No Rest For the Wicked:

Chapter 1: Make Me Wanna Die

"Take me, I'm alive

Never was a girl with a wicked mind,

But everything looks better

When the sun goes down"

I walked into the bar with one purpose in mind. It had been far too long since I had last had some real nourishment and I was craving some badly.

I slowly strode inside the dingy establishment, all too aware that my hips were hypnotically swaying with every stride and that every man's eyes were following them. My languid pace took me to the back of the smoke filled room, where I slid into a stool at an isolated table. My body was only half illuminated by the dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Which was perfect, for I couldn't hide my hunger any longer.

A nervous waiter approached me and gulped when I set my sights on him.

"Wot can I get ya miss?" he gruffly asked. I could hear the stutter in his heartbeat, even if he just managed to avoid it in his speech.

I tilted my face up to meet his, conscious to the fact that my long hair was sensuously sliding down my bare should and my darkened eyes met his.

He swallowed again.

"Just water please."

The bar man's eyes widened in surprise and he quickly jotted it down on his grimy note pad. This man seemed to realize that no matter how appealing I looked, I was far too dangerous to even be considered for anything other than serving a drink too.

He came back after a few moments with my drink in hand and shakily set it down on a worn coaster in front of me. Water sloshed out of the glass due to his flimsy grip. I turned my sharp eyes on him again and, but quickly dismissed him. Tall and wide, with a graying beard and watery brown eyes. He wasn't my type. I had always been a picky eater, even if I was as ravenous as I was now. But it wouldn't be too long before some prime meat approached me, so I waited.

The bar man hastily left and I picked up my glass and swallowed a sip of the cooling liquid. It did nothing for me, the burning in my throat would not be quenched by any human substance, it would only be quenched by thee human substance. I set the glass down lightly and began my scan of the room.

Most of the males were gazing at me. I could count how many times their eyes individually strayed towards me, yet I knew that not even a third of them would ever dare to approach me. Subconscious warning bells sounded in their heads as they took me in. I was something to look at, but realistically they knew never to touch. I was the magnificent tigress that was to be admired from afar, instinct informed them that I could turn on them at any moment.

The aroma of sin in this place was blanketed around me; I felt no need to embellish it, I basked in it. It was a heavy smog that I reverently breathed in.

Many whores also occupied this place. It was Saturday night and this was the kind of establishment that only wealthy men or gamblers could afford, so I wasn't the only one on the prowl. Some of them looked at me curiously and I could feel the bitter resentment fuming off of them as I stole away their profit's attention, but they wouldn't dare meet my eyes with the sullenness I knew they held.

My gaze strayed to the couple sitting at the bar across from me. The man was older, in his late fifties, dressed impeccably fine and well on his way to becoming drunk. His gold wedding band had been stripped off of his finger, but I could make out the faint tan line.

The woman accompanying him was a complete different breed, and definitely not wifey dearest. She was wearing tarnished stockings and a short black skirt. Her blouse was pink and fraying at the shoulders. Heavy stale make up painted her rough features, and her scuffed heels trailed a line up the man's pant leg.

My eyes lingered on the couple hungrily, as the woman slid her hand higher up the man's thigh until she reached her final destination. I could smell his arousal, just as clearly as she could hear his light moan at the contact. Her hands began a steady dance on his crotch and I watched, ever fascinated, as his pants grew tighter. His grip on the table became tense and his heart rate picked up. I could practically see the blood pumping rapidly from his heart and traveling in a hot thick stream down south, until it reached its end target. I could smell the perspiration that was breaking out on his flushed skin, the thick, salty beads of fluid as they slid down his forehead and neck. His heart hammering like a freight train, as his muscles began to coil.

It was tantalizing; it was lust. It was a ritual that I had witnessed and experienced for over a century, but it never failed to enrapture me. I felt the veins under my eyes begin to strain and I knew that they would reflect the monster within if I kept watching this pathetic human reach his peak.

I focused my attention back to the female. She was completely sober, unlike her company and a rather smart huntress I had to admit. The female's heartbeat was not speeding up; no hers was rather lethargic actually, indicating that she may have taken some drugs earlier in the night. She would be easy prey if I was interested, but she wasn't my drink of choice tonight.

I glanced at the table and saw four full drinks sitting beside her, untouched. A smile broke out on my face as I recognized her game. The drunken man kept buying her drinks that she wouldn't touch. This made it all too easier for her, if he was drunk and she was sober. Her ministrations on his body were that of a practiced hand but, they seemed stiff and her wanton compliments of his body sounded almost bored in that cockney tone. His clothes however, still became looser and all that much easier for her to reach into his pocket and slip out his wallet. The older man was far too preoccupied with his oncoming orgasm to notice this, and shuddered as his released inside of his trousers.

I sighed, watching the woman hastily get up and exit the bar, while the man rested his head on the shinny table enjoying the euphoric aftermath of his orgasm. At least until he realized his wallet was missing and started cursing.

I was starting to feel impatient. Watching the idiotic man become aroused only made me thirstier. I needed to do something about this now. But I couldn't approach the pray, it would be noticeable. One of his rules was never to be too noticeable.

My game of cat and mouse was taking far too long. The cats were feeling cowardly tonight because they were taking much longer then normal to advance upon me, the mouse. I smirked at that thought; as if I would ever fall victim to them. All I needed was one stray sheep to separate from the pack and approach. Preferably a sheep with blond hair and a strong jaw.

The men were still staring at me, they always stared at me. I huffed in frustration and decided that if I wanted a quick bite to eat, I might have to work a little for it.

I stood up and every head snapped up to watch me, as I trailed off to the ladies room. Once inside I stepped under the unforgiving light and examined my features. My long auburn hair was naturally curled to perfection and my curvatious body was accentuated in the tight black dress I donned. My porcelain skin was flawless, along with my dark red lipstick. But under the harsh human lighting I looked too much like a corpse: completely unnatural and deadly. The only thing that looked overtly unsettling about me though, were my eyes. The normal ocean blue was replaced with black and smidge of crimson swirled in their depths. I could detect a hint of midnight veins creeping up underneath them, indicating just how long it had been since I last indulged.

A woman exited a stall behind me and came up to the sink, running her hands under the rusty flow of water. She tried to nonchalantly study me from the corner of her eye in the mirror, but it didn't matter I noticed her gaze.

I always notice human interactions.

The woman studied me with coldness. She wouldn't express her envy, awe or disgust out loud, but the look on her face told me all I needed to know. She thought I was a harlot and while I was one, I never appreciated being scorned by pathetic money swaggering humans.

I caught her eye in the mirror and made she couldn't misunderstand my condescending, murderous gaze.

Fear flooded the woman's nervous system and adrenalin started to pump through her veins. Moments where I allowed humans to view how completely inhuman and superior I am to them was always satisfying. It would be so easy to saturate my thirst here and now where no one would notice, but I'm picky and the bitch just didn't fit my standards.

I sharply turned and strutted out of the bathroom, returning to my barstool.

The woman in the bathroom had slightly vexed me. She was a whore, just like every other woman here, myself included. The only difference is that their greed and gluttony is for money and sex, mine is for blood and sex. These women were like vultures constantly circling wealthy men, looking for a good pay and a decent fuck. I on the other hand, am completely different. Blood and sex come hand and hand and I engage in both as often as they eat their daily meals. They consummate their bodies as often as I devour them. I may be a whore, but at least it's part of my nature.

I searched around, impatient again and checked my watch. It was nearing midnight, they should be drunk enough by now to have the courage and idiocy to approach me.

A loud group of college boys had arrived while I was in the restroom and were now laughing rowdily. I locked eyes with the one. My prey. The reason I had spent the last 43.7 minutes in this filthy establishment. He was at least six feet tall with sandy blonde hair, hazel eyes and a chiseled jaw that made me lick my lips with anticipation.

He smiled at me and I looked down, willing myself to blush- a blush that would never come.

I could pick out his individual scent throughout the crowd. He smelled citrusy; tangy and sweet. Mouthwatering. I kept my eyes glued to the glass of water in front of me and listened, as his groups of friends were about to leave.

I raised my eyes again to meet his and then smiled as I looked away, knowing that he caught it. I easily heard him tell his friends that he was going to stay for a bit and they should go ahead without him.

I smiled- perfect, no distractions.

He confidently started walking towards me and I brought my head up to watch him. I grinned as I took in his form, and let out a full-blown smile as I noticed the Cambridge patch sewn onto his jacket. A handsome, intellectual schoolboy; exactly my type.

His steps faltered as he took in my intimidating set of jaw, so I closed my lips over my teeth in a slight pout. His heart rate had sped up significantly by the time he made it to my table. Lust and nervousness, with a lingering touch of fear. The usual combination.

"Good evening miss, may I join you?" He asked, but his voice strained on the last word. I smiled; he was polite and certainly brave. Of course you can join me mouse.

"Certainly sir," I said. I knew my voice was just as alluring as my body and watched with satisfaction as the pulse point in his neck thundered. I could hear the streams of blood flowing through different paths in his body and let my eyes linger on the faint blue and purple veins near the surface. Delectable.

"I'm John Young and you are?" He asked confidently. His body betrayed his voice though as I watched the nervous jig in his leg and whiteness of his strained knuckles.

"My name is Domino," I said, personifying lust. No point in telling him more. He wouldn't remember it for long anyways. They never did.

"No last name, Miss Domino?" He chuckled, but it also sounded strained. I was making him uncomfortable. Fuck.

He was attracted to me; all heterosexual males were in some way. I'm not being vain either, it's just an intrinsic truth; my kind are all erotically beautiful.

I could smell the blood pooling in his erection, but he was nervous and I was simply hungry. I looked down at the drink he had brought over with him. It was more then half full, but I couldn't wait any longer. I had my paw on this human and I wasn't going to let him out of my grasp.

I leaned over and made sure our eyes connected. I felt around his mind, until I had it firmly under my grasp, "You're not thirsty anymore, you want some fresh air," I commanded softly.

I watched as his mind instructed him to follow my order. My pupils dilated and contracted with the command, waiting for confirmation.

"Yeah, I've had a bit to much to drink anyways. Fresh air sounds nice, if you wouldn't mind," he said and then rose from his chair and moved to pull mine out for me.

I smiled and led him out back. I kept walking a steady pace in front of him until I found a secluded alley. My favorite cliché. I listened for other humans, but I could only hear a few stray creatures lurking and some snoring elderly in the buildings surrounding us. I was always careful when it came to hunting.

But sometimes I just can't help myself.

"Where are we?" he asked unsteadily. Trepidation leaking into his tone and stature.

I turned around and let him see me. I let him take in my inhumanly black and red eyes. My body may be perfection, but eyes were windows to the soul and right now my eyes were as black as night, with swirls of crimson and thick dark veins surrounding them.

He stumbled backwards in horror and let out an alarmed noise of shock.

I stepped closer wanting to smell it, the delicious fear escalating. This was always the most fulfilling part of hunting. Watching the look of horror on their faces as they finally learn that I am a monster. The adrenalin rush quickly follows and their heart furiously pumps, alerting their instincts to flee because fighting was not an option. They never manage to though.

Most of the time I fuck them. There is something so delicious about tearing into one's soft flesh, ripping open their artery while they are cumming; a euphoric last moment of their life. John was handsome enough, but the ache in my throat alerted me that I couldn't deny my appetite any longer. I stepped forward and nuzzled my face into his neck. I could sense his fear and confusion.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit," I hypnotically said.

I felt him sag into me with relief and then I bit him. My elongated canines pierced into the thin membrane of flesh and his hot gushing blood trickled into my mouth. I barely registered his cry of pain. My lips already started to suck and the blood obediently flowed into my mouth, tasting just as deliciously tangy as it promised to be.

John sagged even more against me and I knew I was taking more from him than I normally would, but I was so hungry. Usually I didn't kill, only when I was ravenous or pissed off. John just happened to be unlucky.

I continued lapping up his life source when I heard footsteps. I smelt the air, as best I could, while keeping my face buried in John's mangled neck. I could faintly smell vampire, not good.

A figure leaped down from the rooftop of a building surrounding us. I whipped around at an inhuman pace and bared my blood soaked teeth, growling a warning. My natural instincts did not like to share, unless I was on the hunt with someone.

John was mine.

"Binge drinking Domino?" The brown haired, green- eyed vampire asked me, with a smirk on his ever- handsome face.

I straightened my posture and pouted, " You were gone for so long and I got hungry."

The male vampire brushed his dark shaggy hair out of his eyes and studied my dying companion, "Well, he wont last much longer, might as well finish him off."

I looked down at the slumped body in my arms. John's hazel eyes looked glazed. I drew my face closer and bit into the other side of his neck, creating new puncture marks for my feasting.

The brunette vampire watched with interest as I finished off my prey and let his lifeless body fall to the ground. The vampire wandered up to me, moving in closer now that I was finished eating. His cold, steel hands cupped my face and he brought his nose closer to my crimson stained jaw.

"Smells good," was all he said before he began lapping up the stray blood from my mouth.

I sighed; he always took his time, "Dante are you going to tell me where the fuck you went for three weeks?"

"Yes, but it might be in your interest to dispose of that body first," he said, his voice just as alluring as mine.

I sighed and heaved up John's dried corpse. It took me exactly four point 4.72 seconds for me to dump him in a nearby trash bin and light it on fire, with some 'borrowed' matches.

I turned back to Dante and he held one pale, strong hand out for me to grasp. I took his hand and followed. I would always follow him.

We walked at a leiursuirely pace through the streets of London, looking every bit the part of young, beautiful lovers taking a moonlit stroll. When we reached the edge of town, Dante and I took off full speed into the forest. We bounded through the thicket at lightening speed, Dante entered a back door of the abandoned manor as I leapt onto the balcony, entering the second floor.

Once inside I settled myself into a plushy black chair and waited. Dante strolled through the door and sat opposite to me.

"Where have you been?" I asked. Three weeks he had left me, Dante had never been apart from me for that long. I was his baby after all.

"I have been scouting out places for you to stay and sending out a false trail," he replied nonchalantly, which only enraged me.

"What are you talking about?! Places for me to stay?"

Dante picked up a crystal tumbler, filled with amber liquid and swirled it around once before taking a sip. I outwardly seethed, knowing he was buying his time to think over his words carefully; he only did this when something unpleasant came up. "Theseus has been hunting us for some time now."

I sighed; it always came back to Theseus.

Back during the time of the Roman's, Dante's sire Raphael was the unofficial leader of European nomadic vampires. He made sure to eliminate any vampires who were tyrannizing the humans or threatening our secret. Dante was Raphael's general, his right hand man since he was turned in the fifteen hundreds. The two of them were an unstoppable force.

Raphael knew however that the power of a mate would make him stronger, so he sent Dante out on a scouting mission to find the perfect female, which led him to me.

I met Dante in 1792. I was French royalty and he had been attending one of the parties for the queen. He knew immediately when he saw me that I would make the perfect mate for his sire, so he turned me and we began the journey back to Rome.

When we reached the city, Raphael's castle was on fire and his beheaded corpse was displayed in the street, a new tyrant had taken siege to Rome, Theseus- a Greek, and he had been hunting us ever since. Dante was ready to take down the vampire that had killed his beloved maker and his mate, but Theseus was one of the oldest vampires living. He was just too powerful.

"Tell me something I don't know brother," I scathed.

Dante set the glass down with inhuman force and I watched as the glass fragments shifted into particles that exploded and sailed through the air, while his whiskey was sucked down by gravity to the carpet, leaving a pungent aroma wafting through the air. I refocused my eyes back to Dante who was piercing me with his own darkened emerald green.

"Domino, do you have any idea what he will do to you if he ever caught you? Whispers of you talents have reached the ears of Rome and everyone knows that I created you in intention for Raphael. He will reduce you to the status of a human slave."

I hated when Dante went on one of his rants like this. The man was my sire, my brother, my friend, but I absolutely hated when he was my authority. He had a way of making fear seep into my conscious, and I absolutely hated the unsettling feeling of helplessness.

"What do you plan to do then?"

"I am going to send you somewhere that Theseus can't find you and then I'm going to plant some more false trails, lure him away, perhaps start a fight…" Dante said trailing his words off.

I gritted my teeth.

"You said yourself that he is too old and powerful. Even for you to fight him would be suicide! Especially without my help!"

Dante sighed again, " I know what I'm doing Dom, besides Theseus has never found his mate, I bonded with mine, I have an advantage over him."

I raised my eyebrow in condescension.

Vampires are powerful on their own, but they are even more powerful once they bond with their mates. Dante had met Evangeline only months before turning me and was devastated to find her burning alongside his sire. One can never truly love, until they meet their true love and all that bullshit.

I personally was never interested in finding my mate. I like my independence and easy companionship with Dante. I don't want any macho, testosterone driven vamp or sniveling human to tell me otherwise.

"You still have no desire for a mate don't you? You'll find one eventually Dom, you don't want to spend forever alone."

I scowled at his line of thinking, "I don't need anyone and besides I have you."

"You wont have me forever. Every child must go out on their own at some point, if anything you have had an unnaturally long nesting period."

I didn't want to talk about this, "So where is this ever so great hiding place that you want to send me to?"

Dante suppressed a groan at my abrupt subject change, but then smirked and it was immediately unnerving, "Somewhere where a vampire would never think to look or hide…"

I scowled at his evasiveness and made an impatient hand gesture for him to continue.

"With wizards," he said.

My jaw dropped, he couldn't be serious? "You want me to hide in a wizarding village? Has your old age driven you senile?" I shrieked, not caring if my high octaves bruised his sensitive hearing.

Wizards have always hated and mistrusted vampires, and for a good reason. If they were ever to find me out, they would attempt to 'incendio' me.

"Not a wizarding village, a wizarding school and I've already made all the necessary arrangements for you. School starts September first," he said and then grinned at my horrified face.

"Dante how the hell am I going to go to a magic school and play human? I haven't been human in one hundred and fifty years! And I'm certainly not magical…." Dante lifted an eyebrow, and I continued, "I'm mythical, not magical, they will be able to spot me like a sore thumb and I don't fancy being burned to the stake even if it won't kill me!" I huffed.

"I have already sent them a letter explaining you're situation," Dante stated.

I gaped at him in astonishment. The wizards would really accept a vampire?

"You are a gifted French witch wishing to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to escape the tyrant Grindlewald and finish your independent study in a safe environment."

I sighed, once Dante came up with an intricate plan I knew I would have to follow through with it. It is difficult to disobey one's maker.

"I know how to mimic a human flawlessly, but there is certain matters that could prove to be problematic…"

Dante nodded his head, "I know, so I took the liberty of inviting over a talented wizard that is going to help us."

I smirked and he mirrored it.

"You compelled him?"

"Of course. He should be here any minute."

I could hear a loud pop, signaling apparation. Both our heads whipped up and we shot over to the window. The human's feet crunched the gravel signifying his significant weight and I could hear him wheezing from outside. He smelled disgusting.

Most wizards did smell more unappealing than 'muggles'. Their magic acts as a sixth sense to them, sending up an even greater warning to their brains that people like Dante and I were dangerous. This interfering magic usually muted the richer notes of their blood, dulling the sweetness.

I studied the man quickly through the window. It was early in the morning, so it was still dark out, but my vision allowed me to perfectly observe his black woolen pants that were a tad too short, along with an atrocious brown cloak. Ughh, wizarding fashion. The man was pale, with fat rosy cheeks and an excess of flesh; he looked like the jolly, helpful type.

Dante and I shared a smirk and sped downstairs to open the door. The man gulped when he took in or forms, but his eyes glazed over as his brain focused on Dante's previous manipulative command.

"Please sir, come in," I welcomed, gesturing to a chair.

He smiled up at me with his unfocused eyes and unfastened his cloak. I took it from him and then led him to the parlor.

"Mr. Hunt says that you need a favor from me ma'am," The pitiful creature croaked.

I stiffly grinned at Dante and he gestured for me to sit across from the man. "Why yes sir, but perhaps Mr. Hunt could explain."

In truth I hadn't a clue what Dante wanted from the man. I knew that there were large conflicts that would have to be solved before I showed up at a wizarding school, playing human, but this subclass wizard was going to be the one to help me?

Dante smiled his 'gambler,' smile and said, " You are going to cast a permanent heating charm over Domino's skin and then you are going to give her a potion that will curb her bloodlust remember?"

The man smiled dazedly and nodded his head.

I turned my furious eyes towards Dante, "You're going to let this idiot perform magic on me!"

Dante's smile dropped and his face became threatening, "Of course Mr. Buttle owns the apothecary in Diagon Alley and is very adept at charms and potions, right sir?" Dante said and once again the pudgy little man nodded.

Dante hissed in a voice much too low for humans to detect, "Do you really think I would allow some incompetent fool with a wand brandish magic on you? Of course I wouldn't, now accept this, so we can continue getting prepared."

I nodded tersely, knowing that I probably looked sullen. On the rare occasions that I didn't get things my way, I was never pleasant.

Mr. Buttle then stood up and pointed his evergreen wand strait at my chest. I eyed it with mistrust and distaste; he smiled and said, " Ravisnare."

An orange light shot towards me and I willed myself not to step out of its path. It hit my skin and I felt an instant warming sensation spread through my limbs. My eyes widened and Dante came over and carefully touched my cheek, I gasped when I noticed how cool his hand felt. He smiled at me and then turned back towards the wizard.

Mr. Buttle began rummaging through his pockets and pulled out a small box, containing fifteen vials of crimson liquid, it looked identical to blood and I instinctually licked my lips.

" This potion you will have to take once a month, it will curve any bloodlust you will have for humans inside the Hogwarts castle, as long as you keep feeding regularly." He handed the box to me and I took it with a gentle, but firm grasp.

Dante approached the wizard and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you for your services Mr. Buttle, you are most kind."

Mr. Buttle smiled up at him and Dante leaned down connecting their eyes. "You don't remember any of this. You have been in your shop, doing inventory this entire time, understand?" Dante hypnotically asked.

Buttle nodded.

"Good, now leave," he said and broke their eye contact. Mr. Buttle trailed out the front door leaving his cloak behind.

I turned towards Dante who was smirking again.

"Now that we've got all the bases covered, lets get you ready for your first day of school!" he said clasping his hands together with false enthusiasm.

"Taste me, drink my soul,

Show me all the things

That I shouldn't know,

And there's a blue moon on the rise"

A/N: Please review and let me know what you think!