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Angel moaned and slowly opened her eyes, touching her head where the pain pounded with every beat of her heart. Her hand came away with blood and she could feel that some of it had dried on the side of her face. The memories came rushing back of meeting someone in an alleyway—someone who had spoken strangely to her, commanding her to go with him. She had refused and he had smashed her head against the brick wall knocking her unconscious. Angel scanned her surroundings instead, noticing that the room looked as though it had not been used in a while. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, dust covered the one table and dresser found in the room, and the windows were so dirty that the light was diluted. She half rolled, half fell to the floor beside the bed she had been lying on and shakily got to her feet, stumbling to the door. It was locked—big surprise. Just then she heard footsteps. They stopped outside of the door and it slowly swung open to reveal a dark shadow man. She stepped back but the man came closer and in the semi-light she saw that it was the same one from the alley. The wall was right behind her and he came within a few inches of her.

"Who are you?" she stammered.

He chuckled, "Someone who is very interested in you my dear. You couldn't be compelled…that makes you quite special. I can only imagine how you must taste."

Her eyes widened. What was he talking about?!

"I'd tell you not to be afraid but that wouldn't work now would it?" He held her arm with one hand and with the other he gripped her chin turning her face so that the bloodied side was facing him. "You're going to be my little plaything until my brother gets here and decides what to do about you. I'm sure it won't be kind though, so don't get your hopes up. Now," he murmured leaning over her, "please stand still." She felt him lick the blood on the side of her face and a small startled gasp escaped as she squirmed and struggled. Now both hands held her arms in painful vice-like grips as his lips moved down to her neck and then all of the sudden she felt as though large needles had stabbed her. She cried out, writhing in pain. This couldn't be happening. It had to be some sort of horrible nightmare, but the pain and feeling of being very much awake told her otherwise. She began to feel weak and her struggling slowed. Her eyesight blurred and she again succumbed to unconsciousness.

Thatch released his teeth from the girl and licked the dripping blood from her neck before he picked her up and put her back on the bed. He hated messiness—something his older brother always made fun of him for. She tasted amazing. Everything about her made him exhilarated. The way she struggled beneath him, her gasping breaths, and of course her blood. He hated that he had to stop, but he had to keep her alive. Oh well, he was looking forward to the next time he could drink from her…and she would be awake again.

"No!" Jake yelled and sat up in bed, realizing he had fallen asleep. He looked across the room to where his friend sat at a desk reading. He flew across the room and jerked him out of the chair, pinning him against the wall. "That was sick even for you Gabe."

"What are you talking about?"

"The dream. Why would you bring Thatch and Riker into it? And you know how I feel about feeding on humans!"

Gabe's face was blank, "I didn't control your dream, Jake. Now get off before I hurt you." Jake loosened his grasp and Gabe shoved away from him. He sat back down at the desk but turned to face Jake who returned to the bed. "So what's this about a dream? You do realize we aren't supposed to be having dreams unless interfered with by another vampire…"

"Of course I know that! And knowing how much you like to interfere with my life in that department I thought it was you."

"I almost wish I could take credit for it with as much as it has you riled up. But alas, I cannot, so do share the details."

Jake got up and paced the room, silent for a moment, "There was this girl…she woke up on this bed in a dark room somewhere," as soon as he said that he wished he had left it out.

Gabe's eyes widened and a smile crept over his face, "Oohh, so Jake is having sexy dreams. Was she hot?"

"Gabe, this isn't a joke!"

"I'm merely curious."

Jake ignored him and continued, "Thatch walked into the room and said something about how she couldn't be compelled and that he was going to have her until Riker came and decided what to do with her. Then he drank her blood but not enough to kill her."

"She couldn't be compelled? But every human is able to be compelled."

"Must you insist on stating what I already know? He seemed unsure of it himself, like he didn't know why she couldn't be compelled."

"Hmmm…well now that is interesting."

Jake studied his "friend" for a moment…more like the enemy he couldn't get rid of. He and Gabe had a long…very long…history. They had been best friends but Gabe always had a desire for danger. He had gotten the both of them turned into vampires and Jake had never quite forgiven him. But it wasn't just that, it was that Gabe had more or less "turned off" his human side and become an even worse version of himself. What Jake had been able to stand before in his personality became unbearable and inhumane. Gabe had no problem drinking blood from humans, luring women and compelling them so he could mess around, etc. It wasn't that Jake was perfect but he had retained much of his human side and now refused to drink the blood of humans. He hunted animals now instead, and whereas it was no comparison to human blood and he was considerably weaker, he could at least refrain from adding to his conscience anymore black deeds.

Angel woke up some time later feeling groggy and disoriented. Her neck hurt and her brain was running a hundred miles an hour trying to grasp what she had just experienced. He had drank her blood! She hadn't seen fangs but then again she hadn't really gotten the chance to. There was a bathroom attached to this room so she made her way slowly to the open door, wiped off a small section and gasped. Not only was her reflection a sorry sight to behold but there on her neck was a circular mark where she had been bitten…resembling closely with what the movies portrayed as a vampire mark. Her stomach growled just then and she realized she was famished. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and it had been late afternoon when she had been attacked. She could tell from the changing light that it was quickly becoming dark outside. She tried the switch in the bathroom and low and behold one of the light bulbs came on with a weak glow. Thankful that she at least had this, she turned it off to save it for when it was really dark and decided to try the bedroom light. Unfortunately she did not have the same luck with it or the one in the closet. Footsteps approached from outside the room and she scurried to the bed and sat on the edge.

Thatch came in with a plate and cup. "Your dinner is served." Angel eyed the food suspiciously as she took it from him. "It's not poisoned if that's what you're thinking."

She weighed the pros and cons quickly of possibly eating poisoned food versus being the food and decided to take the risk. She ate slowly at first and then faster as her hunger kicked in.

"Now, let's try this again…just so I know that I told my brother correctly before he gets here and rips my head off for being wrong." He knelt down in front of her and gazed into her eyes, "Lay down."

Angel blinked. Was she supposed to feel different? She didn't and she didn't feel a strong urge to lay down either…thankfully, what was she, a dog? Lay down…yeah right. Realization dawned on her…vampires compelled people and she couldn't be compelled. But why? She doubted that her foster parents believed in vampires and secretly laced their drinks with vervane…an herb that kept vampires from being able to drink your blood or compel you—at least according to Vampire Diaries. Plus, the fact that he had obviously enjoyed her blood ruled the vervane in her system theory out. She shivered thinking of it.

"Good; glad to see I wasn't wrong.

"What do you want with me?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady so as to not sound scared.

"Oh, it's not what I want; it's what my brother wants." He grinned coyly. "You're a half-breed if I am correct, which makes you very special."

"A…a half-breed?"

"Half human, half vampire."

"What?!" Angel couldn't keep the shrillness out of her voice. She backed up on the bed as he came closer, the water Thatch had brought her spilling on the blankets and wetting her.

He knocked the cup and sent it flying across the room with supernatural force as he got on the bed and leaned over her. "Here," he raised his wrist to his mouth, bit it, and then grabbed her hair forcing her face up as he brought his now bloody wrist to her mouth, making her drink his blood.

Whereas it didn't taste bad to her, she was disgusted at the fact of drinking someone else's blood and spit out what she could when he withdrew his hand. Not to mention how many diseases he might have…did vampires get diseases? She shook her head. All of this was too unreal. Thatch just grinned at her. "Well?"

"Get away from me," she emphasized each word and then kicked him in the stomach and away from her. His momentary surprise gave her time to jump off the bed and start running for the door that would be unlocked now. But he was too fast. Obviously the fast speed part was true too. He caught her, grabbed her around the waist and threw her back on the bed. But instead of the anger she expected to see, she saw amusement.

"You're fiery. I like that." He grabbed her left arm and pulled it to his lips, his teeth entering her veins. She grit her teeth and only a soft moan of pain escaped her this time. He drank until he saw her eyes flutter closed.

"Jake. Jake!" Gabe slapped his friend's face withdrawing him from a trance-like state. "Dude, what is going on with you?!"

"It's her again. That same girl with Thatch. He said she's a half-breed and that Riker wants something to do with her."

"Well that's peculiar. But seriously though, you need to figure out what's going on because this is getting kind of disturbing. You just totally zoned out there."

"You think it's disturbing? Try being the one experiencing it." Jake muttered.

"Maybe your father has something in his extensive library. I always found it a bit useless, but hey, who knows?"