AN: Just for you devoted readers who were reading my other stories. I have not abandoned them. I will write more. I just felt I had to start this one as soon as possible because I've been day dreaming about writing it down all week so I finally am.

So I will be writing three stories once I get more time. I am very busy with school right now. With only three weeks left this semester finals are quickly approaching. So I am sorry that I can't write more so forgive me and I promise I'll be back soon.

I don't own Degrassi characters so that is depressing but I do own this story and that's great... Review and let me know if I should continue this one. Cause If I'm not going to have support then I don't want to bother when I don't have much time anyways. I hope you enjoy and leave me some love... Cause I like this idea so far.

Eli's Point of View

I growled as I walked down the dark alley way searching for anyway I could escape what had just happened. The council was furious I knew that much but I couldn't do anything about that right now. For now all I wanted to do was avoid the situation. It was getting harder to ignore my responsibilities as member of the council. It was a ridiculous idea that I was part of it let alone that I would soon be the master of the council. Master. Such a foul word. It even left a bad taste in my mouth just thinking about it. Who even thought of calling it Master, why king or president or emperor like they do in modern days.

I laughed to myself at that thought. Modern days, we had no part or place in the world today. No one knew about us. I suppose that was a good thing, if mortals heard our leaders name...Master, they surely would laugh at the stupidity. They would laugh at me, I was to be the Master and the thought made me grimace in shame. I didn't want any part of it, I never had but every 500 years the master was passed down, It was my families turn to be in power and unfortunately for me I was the only child of age to be eligible.

I mean don't get me wrong power isn't bad, hell many of my kind thrived on power, strived to achieve it. What pissed me off was the idea of marrage. Once you're a Master you're expected to marry. It's of our choice if we make it before deadline but if not it was made for alliance reasons. I couldn't stomach the idea of marrying some power hungry bitch. But I also didn't know anyone else I wanted to marry.

To be honest I was terrified of the idea of falling in love. When I was younger about a century ago I had been in love. I loved more then anyone else I've ever known. Seeing as how my own "parents" were in an arranged marriage. She was amazing, up to the point she killed herself. Yep she staked her self with the silver blade her father was killed with. I couldn't go through that again. But how could I live like my parents? They cared for each other and were best friends... But no passion, what is life without passion?

I continued to walk as a light rain began to desend upon me and I grunted as the cold wind tried to disrupt my thoughts. I couldn't feel cold, nor could I feel hot, unless of course I was on fire, but I was always confortable, surprisingly the wind now felt good on my face. It must be from the fresh blood coursing through my veins. I always felt more human after having a fresh source of blood, which was of course forbidden. Thus, explaining why the council was pissed.

It had been an accident, the scent was far to much for me. I couldn't handle the thirst and I did the only thing I could think of, I gave in. Guilt consumed me long enough to take the poor girl home. My servants took her from there and the news spread. Of course it would know one in the convent could keep a secret to save their life. We had rules and as the future leader I should abide by them and usually I do but she smelt so sweet. Intoxicating. My thoughts were disrupted by my phone ringing.

"What?" I growled, pushing my hair out of my face.

"There you are!" Came a voice from behind me. I turned to see a smaller yet well built man behind me. His eyes sparked in the dull light and his brown hair swooped into his face. He placed his phone in his pocket as I closed mine.

"Why do you do that. Phone's are transportation devices. You could talk on it." I stated nonchalantly.

"Nah you know I hate technology. I haven't quiet softened to the world as you have. It's kind of pathetic their reliance on such things." He replied, "From what I've heard maybe you haven't softened to the world as much as I thought you have. I heard about the girl."

"That was an accident." I snapped, turning away from him to lean against the wall of one of the buildings we were inbetween.

"Oh I heard about that too. There had been. But what made you attack her?" He asked laughing to himself.

"Shut up!" I snarled at him, guilt consumed me again. I had been good all my life after I was winged about killing anyone. I knew her face would haunt me until I was well, if I ever was dead.

"She's still alive." He stated simply, "The council was able to save her. There is an issue though."

"What? She's alive." I asked snapping up and grabbed him by the shoulders in the blink of an eye.

He smirked and raised an eyebrow at me then looked down at my arms. "She made you quick." He laughed, "How I would love the taste of fresh blood from the vein. I can almost taste her on your breath." He added leaning forward with his eyes closed to inhale my breath.

"You said she's alive? I didn't kill her?" I asked glaring down at the boy how had a look of lust on his face as he took in another deep breath.

"Well as alive as us." He replied opening his eyes. He locked eyes with mine and his meaning connected and he smirked. "You've become a Sire." He said, bowing his head sarcastically. Sometimes I wondered why I was his friend, but then he smiled. "I was sent to find you. I was worried, they brought her back to the house. She's in the room next to me. She still smells so human. She's got the whole manner drooling. I thought after everything you'd want to be there to make sure she transitions properly."

Ahhh there is his caring side. I smirk, she was now one of us I suppose that meant he would care. Guilt... She was one of us. "You said your self, it was an accident." Adam whispered in my ear. His cool breath crest my ear and neck and I grunted at his tone. "Now come brother she is in need of your presents." He gently grabbed my hand and lead the way. Vaporization was never my thing he knew that but it was the fastest way before the girl was killed for the second time that night.

As soon as we appeared in front of the mansion I could smell her. I closed my eyes to fight the desire to attack again. The blood must still be on her clothes. Adam eyed me in understanding and sympathetic way. The lust was so much stronger when you've had it, he understood that and grabbed my shoulder to ground me. I nodded and walked up to the main entrance. Marcus our head servant and head staff adviser greeted us. He was nervous I could tell, He was after all human and with all the lust spreading the halls no servant was safe. I gave him a nodded and waited to see if anyone else felt like harassing me.

Only Adam would, of course he was the only one not atemidated by my up coming position in our world. "She is in the honored room sir." Mark stated not looking me in the face. I nodded and headed up the stairs. The closer I came the more consumed by her scent was. Under the blood was a sweet honey suckle scent that almost made my mouth water more. I stopped infront of the door I knew she was behind. I could hear her slow heart beat, I almost wanted to cry. By the end of the night there would be no heart beat, no mouth watering scent. She'd wake up tomorrow alive in a new way.

I had heard about those that rise, they all handle it differently, but their lust was stronger then anything any born immortal had ever experienced. I would have to give the servants a month off to let her adjust. Taking in a deep breath the scent of her danced down my throat and I almost groaned. Here goes nothing. I stepped inside the room that was like stepping into her. I slammed to door shut behind me and closed my eyes. She was everywhere. Much like she had been when I found her in her car. I was shaking from the temptation she still held for me. It took all I had not to go and rip the last of her life away. If I did that she would die and then I'd have it on my conscious for the rest of my life. And who knew how long that would be.

I heard a soft groan from the direction I knew the bed was in. I cracked my eyes open to look at the dying girl. My mouth dried, she was stunning. Her short ginger hair laid in ringlets around her pale face and in her darkened eyes. Her full lips were lost of any color, and she was indeed covered in her own blood. The sight of her blood had no effect compared to her face. A new lust over came me that I immediatly felt guilty for. She groaned again in pain.

She fought to open her eyes or even move. I could see the determination etched into her face even as she failed all attempts. Soon admiration followed the guilt and the lust she was a fighter. Maybe the council saw that and decided she was worth saving. Very few humans were ever worth saving. I stepped closer to her, from this distance the honey suckle scent was stronger, more intoxicating then the blood. I stood beside her as she groaned in more pain. I sighed in defeat, it was my fault. She was dying. I began to look away from her at the same time as she lifted her eyelids. She actually lifted her eyelids and stared at me.

I was shocked, stunned, amazied, terrofied, she was dying where did she find the strength. But what terrofied me the most was her eyes. dying yet so full of life, so blue, how I always imagined the sky during the day would look. Blue eyes.

AN: Okay so I didn't plan this chapter real well and I haven't really organized my ideas, but this is it so far, let me know if it worth continuing or if you're not interested.

And yes Fitz is Eli's servant.