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The Black Rose Society

By, Kiss The Stars With Me

oo. Prologue

The frigid winter air stung Elizabeth Miller's rosy cheeks as she walked briskly down the unusually quiet suburban street. Her hair, black as the darkness blanketing the sky at that moment, whipped behind her as she crossed her arms over her chest and attempted to make herself a bit warmer. Her maroon crewneck sweatshirt she sported barely helped her at all.

With each second that passed, she grew closer and closer to the house that she had vowed at one time in her life to never step into again. That evil monster lured her back there somehow. She hated how much of a hold he still had over her, so much that she was returning to the place that held memories she had never wanted to remember ever again.

And yet, Elizabeth's jean-clad legs would take her nowhere else. She attempted to tell herself that perhaps she was simply curious as to how life had been for that bastard and his fellow blood-sucking cohorts, yet in the back of her mind, she knew she was in denial. He still had his everlasting control on her. There was absolutely no way around it.

Ever since she ended it with him, Elizabeth couldn't stop thinking about what it was in the first place that made her fall for Damien Lamont, besides his irresistible, yet demonic charm and that undeniably delectable body.

It was quite simple really; she was ridiculously stupid and naïve. She knew there was a catch to her going to Damien's house—or rather, dwelling. He was going to find a way to make her pay for leaving him those long seven years before. Seven years were absolutely nothing to him; they were everythingto her. She couldn't help the fact that she had decided to end things with Damien to be with someone who was so much more caring and loving and understanding of her, someone who was actually…alive. Nick, with his adorably disheveled blond hair and gorgeous hazel eyes that held nothing but love for her, was her life now, as were her two beautiful children. It seemed as though for the first time in a very long while Elizabeth was living a normal life and was blessed with good things, rather than having the unfortunate privilege of living a lie.

After what seemed like eons of time, Elizabeth was finally there. The gorgeous Victorian-era house loomed over her with its run-down gothic architecture and aging walls. The landscaping needed work—it had always needed work—but in order to allow someplace to keep its "abandoned" quality, it needed to look the part. She had been to the Black Rose House night and day, but somehow, it appeared to be even more menacing at that particular moment in time.

She stepped up to the extravagant French-style doors and before she even allowed herself the ability to lift her hand to knock, one of them opened, revealing a tall, shirtless, and quite pale man with short platinum blond hair and stormy grey eyes that she knew all too well.

"Evan," Elizabeth acknowledged stonily. She didn't attempt to be friendly, not feeling the need to be so nice with not only Damien, but the rest of them as well, including one of his main right-hand men, Evan.

"Come now, Lizzy. Is that anyway to greet an old friend?" Evan asked cheekily as he showed her inside the house and closed the large door behind her.

"'Old' is an understatement for you I'd say," Elizabeth responded smartly. Evan gave her a cool, hard look but said nothing.

She took a look around the foyer area and glanced into some of the rooms she remembered all too well. Everything looked just the same as she remembered: the gorgeous, shimmering chandelier above her, the authentic turn-of-the-century furniture, the dark wooden floors, the grand staircase. Nothing had changed.

"Besides," the dark-haired woman continued. "I'm not exactly in the mood right now, so spare me the niceties. Just go let Damien know I'm here and—"

"There will be no need for that, my love. I have already arrived…Evan, leave us."

It was Damien, the devil himself. He still looked the same as before. His jet-black hair was tied back in that same black silk ribbon; his usually dark brown eyes were noticeably onyx in the dim lighting; his black dress shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the familiar tattoo of a withering black rose embedded in the skin just above where his heart used to be, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows; and his mouth was contorted into his signature smirk of which she remembered never getting enough.

As Evan obeyed Damien's orders and left the room, Elizabeth watched Damien's smooth, graceful movements carefully as he made his way down the stairs and over to where she stood, slightly unsure of herself. Each had their eyes trained on the other; dark pools of nothingness stared intently into shining emeralds of life as well as slight fear.

"You look even more beautiful since I last saw you, Lizzy. I'm so glad you decided to come back to me. I've been so lonely without you, my love." His silky voice sounded sincere and held a tinge of sadness, but she knew better than to believe he was sad. It was definitely an unknown emotion to him.

"I guess I was just interested to see what you've been up to," Elizabeth stated in what she hoped sounded like a truthful manner.

"Oh, yes…I'm sure that's exactly why you have come," Damien noted, sarcasm dripping from his voice as he began to slowly walk around Elizabeth, devouring her with his eyes. Even though she couldn't see them, she knew they were burning with an intense desire to have her again, to claim her once more after all these years. The thought stirred something within her core and she scolded herself for feeling anything for the bastard. He was probably making her feel like she wanted him again. It was infuriating.

"Fine," she said, attempting to sound like she was confident in herself when at that moment, she certainly wasn't, "so what's the real reason you made me come here then?" The tall male made it full-circle around her so that she was able to be eye-to-eye with him again. She crossed her arms over her chest and stood there, awaiting his answer.

Damien smirked widely before replying.

"Don't be mistaken, my dear. You did choose to come here out of your own free will. I promise you that much."

Before she could utter a word in response, he was suddenly behind her with that lightning-fast speed. His strong, muscular arms snaked around her waist and he buried his face in the little crook where her neck met her shoulder.

"I've missed you so much, Lizzy. It seems like it's been ages since I last saw you, since we last made love…your warm body beneath mine…"

Elizabeth knew what he was trying to do—seduce her. It was all too obvious now.

Damien began placing the lightest of kisses on the length of her neck. She tried to be strong, pleading with him to stop.

"You don't want me to stop, Lizzy. Just give in. You want me. I can feel it."

"No!" Elizabeth shouted, finally breaking out of his grasp. She wasn't sure if she got away because he allowed her to or if he was truly surprised by her outburst. The more she thought about it, however, the more she realized that his sort weren't the types to be surprised. All thoughts aside, she continued, "Enough, Damien! I am married; I have children now. There is no way I am falling for your charm again because I am truly happy right now and you can't change that. You won't change that."

All traces of the amused demeanor Damien just held were wiped away instantly, along with the small smirk that was plastered upon the aristocratic features of his face. His eyes were pure black now; this was definitely no trick of the light. As usual, though, Elizabeth noticed he was doing well at keeping his composure, despite the altered hue of his eyes.

At that moment, Damien closed the gap between them and took Elizabeth's face in both of his ice cold hands, forcing her to look up at him.

"You could have had me, Lizzy. We could have been immortal together; don't you realize that? I could have given you anything you ever wanted. I loved you, Lizzy, and you loved me." By this time, tears were spilling from Elizabeth's bright green eyes as memory after memory flooded into her mind. "…But you chose that, that human over me…and for that mistake, you will pay dearly."

Then, Elizabeth was completely taken by surprise when Damien flipped her around and pulled her body up against his own so that her backside was flush against his front. He tilted her head to the side, exposing her elegant neck, and she trembled with fear once she felt his sharp fangs on her smooth skin.

"P-please, Damien," she begged, weeping hysterically. "Don't do this."

"Oh, so now you plead?" Damien whispered huskily in her ear, making her shiver. "It's a bit late for that now, don't you think, love?"

"D-Damien, I'm with Nick now, okay? I-I have a f-family. If you have one ounce of compassion and love me like you say you do, you'll realize that you only wish for me to be happy."

"That is just it, Lizzy…I have no compassion. You of all people should know that, but apparently, you don't. So if I can't have you, then no one will."

Before Elizabeth had the chance to protest, Damien quickly sunk his pearly white fangs into her flawless jugular, savoring the way her blood tasted on his lips. He had never had blood that tasted as sweet as hers.

Once he was finished with his meal, Damien brought Elizabeth's lifeless body over to a couch in the parlor and set her down gently. He figured he might have to use her body to convince her family that she was killed in a car accident or something of that nature. He'd make the bite marks disappear to eliminate any questioning they might bring about.

As Damien looked over Elizabeth's body—which was growing paler and paler by the second—he noticed something that he hadn't thought to ask her about. It was something that made the vampire's anger rise immensely…

She wasn't wearing the necklace.