I do not own anything Queen of the Damned related, except my book movie and this beloved fan fic. Go easy on this fic as I only put it up for a very close friend of mine. She's a sweet heart and I promised that I'd do so... So I could get feedback I guess.

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Thanks!

-Onyx

Creeeeeeeek... The light flooded in on her cherry red hair. Emerald eyes stared in horror at the handsome devil that opened her prison cage. She tried to move but found the pain in her ribs was too much.. He inched closer, silver eyes menacing. She peeped in fear as he grabbed hold of her bruised arm. "No!" She shrieked as his fangs went for her neck.

Pain.. Hot rushing pain that not mind could perceive. Lava flowed through her veins; the venom that seared her from the inside out. Her eyes seemed to scream for her, a sadness gripping their vibrant color.

'I'm going to die here... I'm going to die in this monsters grip as he sucks the life out of me...'

"CUT!!"

She looked up in anger, "What this time?" She hissed, scooting back from the fellow actor.

"Miss Van Helsing, you were perfect..." Chimed the man holding a script in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, "Mr. Duettet however... You were blocking the shot. Completely. We have to get her eyes before you rip out her fuckin' throat." He snapped, flashing an apologetic glance towards the small woman. The director mumbled to himself, massaging his temples.

The red haired woman lifted from the floor, "Can we call it a day? We are ahead of schedule anyhow..." Her tone sounded more like an order than a request. The director; Jobe Marcus, hesitated and then nodded. What Harper Van Helsing wanted she got.

Harper grinned, tearing the red wig from her head. The hair net holding her black curls in place was then tossed aside, the ringlets falling past her shoulders. Her co-star sighed deeply, flashing her an apologetic smile before he went to be lectured by Marcus for the hundredth time this week.

Harper listened to the click of her heels on the concrete as she left the set, and it was almost soothing. In fact it would have been had her next sight been destroyed by a visitor. She caught sight of him immediately, his deep blue silk standing out against the beige of her trailer. She approached him, a hint of rage showing on her ivory face. Leaning against her trailer door was Mario. A delicious Spanish man that was allowed to call her his girlfriend. He worked as a model, and wasn't half bad. In fact he was actually good at it.

With sensual features, a toned body, and dark eyes that stared past your soul he was every womans dream... Except Harper Van Helsings. Sure; he was handsome, but his personality left a bitter taste in her mouth. He annoyed her beyond all thought and, or, reason. Mario wanted undecided attention, and for the most part that was her role. At other times, such as this very moment, she wanted to be a solitary wolf. Truthfully, she only wanted the attention when she was acting, or when she was doing something behind a camera.

Mario approached her, his arms open for a hug. He reached for her and she shoved him away. "No cameras, no affection." She snapped darkly, and Mario looked a little hurt.

"Couldn't you act like you cared, just a little Harpii?" He cooed sweetly, his deep chocolate eyes hopeful. Harper frowned once more, staring at him as if he'd just said something completely insane and Mario scowled. "I can't believe you make a living in the acting business..." He scoffed under his breath.

That caught her attention. Harper, standing in the open doorway of her trailer spun around; madness in her green eyes. "I'm practically the biggest name there is these days!" She hissed in his face, the back of her hand falling across his left cheek. His own hint of rage darkened his already brown eyes. He shoved her into the open trailer door, slamming it closed behind him.

Mario shoved her against the little counter that greeted you when you stepped foot into the trailer. He flicked on the radio, turning the volume all the way, and then he shoved a fist into her stomach.

"I see hell in your eyes
Taken in by surprise"

Harper cried out in pain as she glared at the Latino bastard. "He is the biggest name these days!" The model yelled, his accent thickening. He grabbed her by the hair and threw her towards the small room in the trailer; more importantly, the bed.

"Touching you makes me feel alive
Touching you makes me die inside"

Harper bit the hand that reached for her and he shoved another fist into her stomach. She huddled up, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. Grabbing her neck, he shoved her back onto the bed; already pulling off his silk shirt. "I'm going to get what I want, Harper. Whether I have to take it from you or not. It's fuckin' inevitable." He growled, breaking the button on her favorite pair of jeans.

"Don't do this Mario.." She said softly, but despite what was happening it still held a nasty venom.

"Or what?" He snapped back, licking his lips with a gleam in his eyes.

"Did you think it's cool
To walk right up
To take my life
And fuck it up
Well did you?

I hate you!"

The words echoed in her mind as the man on the radio screamed them at her. She shoved a heeled foot into his bared privates and he doubled over in pain, falling to his knees. "Mario..." She hissed, readjusting her pants. Harper yanked him by the hair, forcing him to look up at her. For a moment she just stared into his eyes, taking in the sweet addicting pain that circled those deep browns."I'll cut your little pecker off if you ever try that again..." She snapped before giving him a rough, hard, kiss. She left him there; gasping for air on her trailer floor.

The trailor door slammed behind her as she trotted out of the hell hole, flicking open a cell phone.

"Security?" She said, putting on a jolly good show. "Yes... There's a man... in my trailer. He... He's physically assaulted me... And... He tried to rape me." She said her voice breaking down into sobs, though her face was completely blank. She polished her nails on her disheveled shirt a moment, "Wh-when you get him... Tell the bastard I'm pressing charges." Click.

What a scandal! Mario's modeling days were finished, unless he was sporting an orange jumpsuit. She'd see him rot in prison for the rest of his natural born life.

"How's that for acting, you little prick."