This was originally a very different story, and very badly written. now I've grown in my writing skills and I'm going to rewrite this whole story and start fresh. I hope you like it and tell me what you think. ~Mika3451

Somewhere in what is now known as scotland 51bc

-Vampires Pov-

Cold biting wind whips across the land ripping a fur hood off of a young figure, freeing their long, curly, flaming red locks that glow in the light of the moon. The breeze carries the scent of the young figure to me, the sweet, almost honey smell has my fangs dropping and my body moving before I can stop myself. Appearing in front of the young one, my eyes rake over their body. A young woman no older than twenty-three winters stands before me, her bright green eyes match the rolling green hills of this country. Skin pale as milk covered in tiny tan dots that start at the corner of her wide eyes and cover her button nose. Her form is curvey with wide child baring hips that make my mouth water.

"What are you?" I growl out past my fangs flashing behind her and burying my nose in her neck and hair and grabbing one of her breasts that overflows my hand.

"What are you?" The young woman's light voice caresses my ears making my dick harden at her strange words. Pressing myself against her, I lick her neck while my free hand grabs her fur coat. Ripping it open, I turn her with a blinding speed that has her grabbing my shoulders to keep from falling. A wicked smirk spreads across my face as I rip open her furs exposing her soft pink sex. In a flash I insert two fingers causing her to gasp at the intrusion.

"Stop!" She yells in that strange language. Laughing I bury my face in her neck drinking in her sweet scent as I continue my assault, adding another finger and pumping faster into her warmth. The slurping of her fluids has my cock standing at attention only for her hand to shot out and connect with my cold cheek. Growling, I rip off my pants, before lifting her into the air and sheathing my cock inside her warm heat. Groaning I wrap her legs around my hips before biting into her neck causing her lovely voice to scream for me. Sweet, warm, blood floods my mouth reminding me of the honey mead of my people. Her blood fills me with a warmth I haven't felt since I was alive. Soft, panting, lust filled moan fills my ears making my hips slam into her own. Laying her onto the soft lush green grass I start to take her like the beast I am. After hours taking her in the dirt and grass like an animal, her moaning/ begging in that gibberish language starts to quiet down as her heartbeat start to slow. Ripping myself away from her liquid sunlight blood, I bite into my wrist before shoving it to her lips.

"You, my wild rose, will be my first child. You will be a companion of death. You WILL walk with me through the world, through the dark. I'll teach you all that I know. I'll be your father, brother, child, and you will be mine." I say as her heart slows to almost stopping. Looking up at the setting moon I know I have to move quickly. Ripping my wrist away from her pink lips, my blood falls down her chin landing on her plump, perfect breasts. Lifting her into my arms I take off. The green hills of this land rush past me as I race the sun. Stopping under a tall yew tree, I sit her pale form beside me. Turning to the tree I use my speed to dig a nice sized hole in between the roots. Once it is deep enough for the both of us to not be touched by the sun I grab her body and lay it in the grave. Moving fast I bury the both of us, making sure both of us are both fully covered before burrowing my way down to her. Pressing my form against her back, I wrap my arms around her tucking her small body into my own I take note that her head rests just under my chin as the day rest takes me.

Somewhere in Rome 52 BC

The slave market

Warm sunlight dances across my pale freckled shoulders. A gentle breeze carries many different smells of the market to my sensitive nose, picking up my long, curly flaming hair I have kept since I was turned in the process. Dry hot sand crushed under my tanned sandals as I follow the orders of my maker to buy new slaves. My lips pulled down in a frown as I say a man beating a slave for dropping a basket. White, hot, anger filled me demanding I defined the man only for the clink of my own collar to remind me of my place. The scent of my blood reached my nose, while my thighs ached from the hours of my maker having his way with my body. Walking past the scene I fill the shame fill my soul as I find the slavers block. Pushing my way through the crowd I stand in the front as the auctioneer took his place in the center of the stage.

"Alright everybody! I have the next round of slaves! A fresh batch." The large man coos, his cold calculating eyes scanning over the master's taking in their clothing before finding their purses. He might as well get on his knees for my master while he's at it. With a wave of his hand his lackys drag on the next batch of slaves.

"This batch is straight from Gaul! Born and bred to be hard workers. We'll start the bidding in a few moments at one hundred denarius." He yells allowing the masters to look over the slaves. Stepping forward, I walk the line looking over each and everyone from head to toe. Stopping at the end of the line, my eyes land on two young boys no older than fourteen winters. Dark brown hair falls down past their shoulders. Light muddy blue eyes meet mine as one of the boys looks up at me without fear. Feeling something inside me change I knew I wanted to make this boy that would look into the eyes of death into my own.

"Well what do you think your master will think Moira?" The slaver purrs in my ear reaching out to touch my hip. Stepping away I turn to face the man.

"Gaius would love to have this whole lot. I'll give you four hundred denarius." I say keeping my face neutral while the slaver looks over the boys with intrentist.

"But my girl, these slaves are the cream of the Gaul crop. I would ask for six hundred denarius. Unless of course you were willing to trade something else?" He purrs running a finger down my arm. Jerking away from his touch I hold out my coin purse.

"Six hundred denarius no more, and I will take them now." Stepping away from the man I stand in front of my maker's new toys.

"All of you now belong to Gaius the lion. I am the head slave in our masters home. From now on you will answer to Gaius or myself." I yell out in Gaul watching as the new slaves stare at me taking in this new information.

"Now follow me and we will head back to our masters home." I say taking the end of the chin near the two boys. Turning I give the chain a slight tug edging the slaves to follow me, leaving behind the filth of slavers. The soft mumbles of Gaulish back and forth between the two boys reaches my ears each work perfectly clear as they try to be quiet.

"Godric what are you thinking?" The taller one snaps out.

"What do you mean Remus?" the boy that meet my eyes, Godric asks looking at his companion.

"I know what you're thinking but she's one of them. We need to get back to our village." Remus all but hisses at his companion.

"We could take her with us. I've never seen someone with her looks before." Godric whispers back, ignoring the feeling of his eyes on my back I keep walking forward.

"I'm going to ask her name." He declares only for his friend to grab his arms.

"Godric, do not."

"What is your name?" Following the path I have memorized in the two years we have lived here I look at the boy out of the corner of my eyes. A feeling for pride fills my chest. 'Yes he will be my child' I think before opening my mouth.

"Do you fear nothing little one?" I ask watching as the other boy grabs his arm trying to get his to stop his questions.

"No, I fear nothing." He says puffing up his chest trying to look older than he was. A small smile twitched at my lips at I look forward again.

"Our master has renamed me Moira. I no longer remember my true name, beaglaoich." I say leading us up a hill to our masters home.

"My name is Godric, this is my friend Remus." He says as the door opens to my prison.

"Remember your names young ones, because in this place that is all you'll ever keep.

The day flies by with teaching the new ones the house rule and warning them to never break them. Before I know it the sun has set and I feel my maker calling me. In an instant, I run through the villa with my vampire speed. Down the stairs I rush as I feel the call again, stopping at his door I knock before stepping in.

"Moira, What took you so long?" He asks standing naked in front of me, his cock hard and begging for attention.

"I'm sorry, Gaius. I was conducting the new slaves on the house rules." I say only for his hand to lift, his finger curls motioning me towards him. Once I'm in arms reach he grabs a handful of my hair, tugging my head to the side his fangs click out.

"You know I hate it when you leave my side." He growls in a possessive way, his free hand travels up my side to the clasp of my simple tunic. I feel the material pool around my feet as his lips find my neck leaving a soft fanged kiss. Releasing my hair, he steps away from me to head over to a chair.

"Come my child, I have a gift for you." He beckons me over to him. Taking slow steps I stop to stand in front of my maker only for him to flash away and reappearing as I feel rich silk draped over my body. Stepping away he reviles a mirror. A white chiton edged in gold hugs my body while an emerald green stola that matches my eyes drapes over on shoulder and under my other arm before coming back around to be held together by a golden pin in the shape of a lion.

"Well, my child. What do you think?" He asks watching my face closely.

"It is beautiful, my maker." I say only to hear excited clapping of his hands.

"I am glad you like it. Now" He says appearing dressed in a white toga with a matching blood red stola of his own.

"Let us see what you have brought me from the slavers this time, my wild rose."