A/N: This prologue is in first person, but most of the rest of the chapters (a few already written, and just need to be re-written) are in third. Oh, if any of you have read Blooded night, well, the lack of reviews have told me I have to rewrite the second installment, and I'm almost finished. Please, I beg of you, give it another chance when I post it, because I know I screwed, but I'm trying to fix it.

Twisted Flower

By Molten Saffire

SingleEarth. The word felt like poison to my tongue. Simply thinking it brought shivers of hated down my spine.

Yet here I was, outside the doors of a SingleEarth station on my favorite holiday of the year. Damn my work. But as always, duty must come first. It's not like I chose to be here. Once I finish this one little task, the rest of the night is mine.

Putting several layers of illusions on myself, I opened the doors. The scene that greeted my sight sickened me while incurring a sense of self-pity in my stomach. Ignoring both emotions, I concentrated on my task. Humans and vampires alike danced under the full moon of Samhain. Vampires and witches cooperating was beyond even my open mind. I could understand how vampires did it; those leeches had no morals. But for a witch, turning to SingleEarth was as good as denouncing witchcraft.

I sauntered into the room, moving away from the door and deeper into the dance floor. It took every ounce of self-control I had to keep from wincing every time someone, or something, bumped into me accidentally.

I kept my eyes open for the damned leech I was sent to find. Searching with all six of my senses, I finally found her. Sarah Vida, one of the most traitorous witches of her time. Goddess, that bitch deserves to die.

Letting my instinct guide me, I made my way through the thick crowd, thankful for the illusions that hid my aura and disguised my physical features. I twisted and turned around humans and vampires alike dancing under the glass rooftop, making my way towards the vampire.

"I've got a message for you, traitor," I hissed into Sarah's ear, making her turn abruptly towards me.

Sarah took one look at the young, 15 year old hunter in front of her and raised an eyebrow, wondering why a human was looking for her. Noticing the look in her eye I threw away several layers of illusion. Sarah took an involuntary step back at the power in the aura that was now uncovered. My black hair, pale skin, and blue eyes made me look exotic, if not wild. Sarah did not recognize me, and for that she seemed very grateful. It was understandable, as most of the most powerful hunters had already tried, and failed, to take her down. Except her mother. Except her sister. And, of course, except me.

Looking at her, I was instantly disgusted. My aura showed to the world how powerful I was, yet Sarah was unimpressed. Instead she remained nonchalant, confident in her abilities. And she was a little ticked off that I wasn't cowering in fear for standing in front of one of the most powerful vampires in the area.

"Do you know who I am?" Sarah asked me. I instantly felt her mind trying, and failing, to bust through my mental shields. I smiled slightly at her pitiful attempt.

"Of course I do, Sarah," I replied, studying her carefully. There was power in her aura, yet it wasn't much compared to others. She obviously didn't drink human blood, and was far weaker than she had any right to be. Her witch blood should have made her a strong vampire. Instead, her inability to drink human blood was pulling her down, and if faced with vampires outside the SingleEarth compound she would be at a great disadvantage.

"I would have thought better of you," I continued scathingly, adding very ounce of my contempt for her kind in my cold words.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sarah asked in a blatant challenge.

 My eyes narrowed. My blood boiling at the implied superiority in her words, I threw away my last few layers of illusion. I felt my blue eyes turn to a sickening black, while my lips, dark pink before, turned blood red, standing out from my pale skin.

I caught a flash of panic in Sarah's eyes as she recognized me from my descriptions. I nearly laughed in triumph at her expression of fear, for she, like most other vampires, had heard of me. My stories once again preceded me, for not only do I kill my prey, but feed on them. I knew, much as everyone else did, that vampire power ran through my system.

"What do you want, Rowena?" I could tell she was unaware of what was going on around us, her every sense ringing with panic and fear.

"I want nothing more than to deliver you a message." I smirked slightly, trying to anger her. It really had been a boring night.

"And what message would that be?" Sarah snapped back at me, noticing the smirk and taking the bait. It really was much more fun dealing with an angry vampire than a terrified one.

"It's from your mother," I replied mockingly, playing with her. I was disappointed to see no emotion cross her face. Instead, it became neutral, though I swear there was amusement in her eyes.

"What's the message?" Damn, there was only curiosity in the voice.

To get back at her, I took the piece of paper with the message out of my pocket slowly, opening it as if I had all the time in the world. In a neutral voice that mirrored the expression on her face I read out, "Your sister is dead. You will soon follow. Dominique Vida."

Having delivered the message, and seeing no other reason to remain, I disappeared into the night.

To Be Continued…

A/N: You know, the word 'twisted' in the title should give you an idea of how the plot is gonna be. I have, on several (aka many) occasions been called twisted, and this story is proof. But although it's twisted, I think it has a good plot. Only problem is, now I have to make my writing style better. Oh, well, one can never get anything good without working for it, huh?