Prologue

She missed him. It was surprising, yet somehow inevitable. She actually missed him. She missed his sarcastic remarks, his witty retorts, and even his smug smirk that seemed to say, "I know something you don't know." Of course she would never tell him that if she ever saw him again. She could only imagine how he would hold that over her head just for the sake of making her feel angry and humiliated. No, she would never give him that satisfaction. Briefly she wondered if missing him could mean that she felt some affection for him. Don't be foolish!, she thought to herself. He is nothing to you other than entertainment, a form of amusement.

It was true; when they had first met, the excitement in her vampire life had worn out long ago. It had been a rather fortunate turn of fate to find someone so very amusing and intelligent. Not at all like the usual idiots who were only useful as toys to be used and then thrown away. And to make it even better, he was immortal like her! However, as entertaining as he was, he could also prove to be quite the annoyance.

Either way, now she was on her own, bored out of her mind. In desperate attempts to escape her boredom she had spent the last 150 years in and out of the employment of humans. Her human employers had been little to no comic relief, and in the end she drank their blood until not a single drop was left.

I'll have to go hunting soon. And maybe I'll go find another employer, She thought, ignoring the breeze that played through her long silver hair, maybe a noble this time. That could prove to be intere-

"Excuse me, miss?" She turned around as a voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Um, I'm not sure how you got up here, but you're not supposed to be here. The London Tower has been closed for hours now." A guard stated rather timidly, his head bent ashamedly.

She turned to look at the guard, completely unruffled by the high, narrow, ledge she was perched on. She had been so lost in her thoughts she had not noticed the human guard come up behind her. Letting a human sneak up on you? Quite pathetic, she scolded herself. Trying to form a plan, she quickly analyzed the guard. He had short light brown hair and bright blue eyes. He looked young, and was probably about 22. Suddenly, she got an idea.

She stepped into the light of a nearby torch, tears in her eyes. "Oh, it was just horrible!" she cried. She smirked inwardly as she noticed the human's eyes widen in shock as she walked out of the shadows and he was able to see her clearly. She had that effect on human males. With her light silver hair that went all the way down the middle of her back, her dark purple eyes, slightly pointed ears, and prominent cheekbones, she looked exotic and breathtakingly beautiful. Not to mention her bust and hip sizes were envied by many human women.

"W-What was, miss?" The guard stuttered.

"I was sent here by her Majesty to check on her precious Crown Jewels, when a guard grabbed me and tried to molest me! I kicked him where it hurts and ran up here and got lost! I was s-so scared!" She exclaimed woefully. Her story was full of holes, she knew that, but the guard would probably be too enraptured by her beauty and her tears to do anything until it was too late.

"Oh, that is horrible." He replied quietly, still staring at her face and tapping his fingers together nervously.

"I'm so glad someone found me!" She exclaimed, then before he could make another move she went up to him, threw her arms around his neck, and buried her face in his shoulder. Taken aback, all he could do was stutter incoherently. Without warning she enlarged her fangs and sank them deep into his neck. She relished in the feeling of her sharp fangs slicing into the soft flesh. Briefly her eyes glowed crimson as the man's warm blood slid down her throat. She could taste all of his feelings through his blood; hope, peace, and then suddenly pain, fear, and anguish.

After a few minutes his body was depleted of all of its blood. She dropped the limp body like a ragdoll. Blood painted her lips and stained the guard's armor. She grinned wolfishly and cackled to the dreary gray moon. How wonderful! She could feel the power flowing inside her. As the life left the now dead guard's limbs it transformed into a power which now flowed through her own! It was complete ecstasy! She was almost sad she could not feel the rush of his warm blood flowing into her mouth anymore.

"Well, Rosalie Irene Parker, you still got it!" she exclaimed happily. "Now" she said, clapping her hands together, "To find a noble to work for…"