Like I said, I thank WinterStarfire for creating Lumiere, the utter badass sort-of-mercenary!

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Chapter 2

Jacqueline was up early the next morning, before the sun. She sighed, and ran a hand through her long red hair "Did I really spend the night with a human?! Mon Dieu, what is wrong with me?" she wondered.

The Zemya gazed at the human beside her. Once again, she was reminded of his good looks, and growled "Why must such a pest look so good?!" she muttered. All of a sudden, her throat tightened, and her fangs throbbed "He is asleep. He will not notice me" she thought. The blood lust raged inside her, and she refused to keep it at bay, with a human so close to her. Jacqueline smiled sadistically as she breathed in the scent…so delicious. In half a second, she wrapped a hand in his hair, ready to pull his neck back.

No sooner had her skin touched his hair, however, that Lumiere's eyes shot open. He turned to her swiftly, and punched her in the nose, effectively throwing her off of him. The man stood, snatching his dagger from its place on the ground, and turned to the vampire, who was standing not too far away from him.

She snarled at him at snapped her fangs, which did nothing to faze him. He was used to that behaviour. However, what did startle him was the fact that her irises glowed golden. Her lips were curled into a snarl, and an animalistic growl from deep within her chest, sounded. Jacqueline took a step forward "You fool! You have just sealed your own fate!" she spat.

She lunged for him, but just as she reached him, the Zemya was stunned to find that the front of her was being crushed against a tree, while her failing arms were forced behind her back. Lumiere's dagger was being held against her throat, and he whispered harshly, close to her ear "You were saying?"

"You would not kill me" she replied confidently. A human could not kill her, it was impossible.

He chuckled darkly, and his voice because low and dangerous "Clearly, you do not know me that well" he answered. But then, he remembered that the threat of death did not work on that vampire…but he knew what did. He moved his dagger to rest on her inner thigh, and tapped the side of it against her skin "Death does not seem to faze you…" he bit down on her earlobe "So, how about I rape you, hmm?" he threatened.

Jacqueline, as much as she tried to contain it, squirmed and shuddered. That was what she feared, and he knew it. What she could not believe…was that he had the nerve to actually threaten her! Her!

Lumiere, having gotten the reaction that he wanted, slowly removed the dagger from near her throat, let go of her arms, and stepped back from the tree. She turned to face him and laughed, although it contained no humour "Did you really just threaten me?!" she asked in disbelief.

Lumiere replied simply "Oui.

She smiled menacingly, and laughed lowly "That was not a good idea" she said.

He raised an eyebrow "Really? Why not?" he asked, silently daring her to answer.

"Because I can do this" snarled Jacqueline, lunging forward again at her vampire speed. This time, however, she tried a different tactic. Instead of going directly for him, she changed directions, going to the right in an attempt to confuse him, before she collided with him, scratching his side with all the force she had.

The man stumbled backwards in surprise as the Zemya's nails tore through his shirt and scratched his skin so much that it slightly drew blood. She had been too fast for him. He whirled around, and faced Jacqueline, who looked as though she was going to pounce again, but this time she had a look of pure lust in her eyes…blood lust. She could smell the blood that had surfaced, and resisted the urge to drool. Instead, she hissed, baring her fangs, before running towards him, using her super-speed.

Lumiere, however, acted quickly and struck out with his dagger. When she was just millimetres away, he sliced a cut in her arm, making her snarl in pain and move backwards. Taking the opportunity, he pinned her to the ground, one hand wrapped around her throat, and the other holding her hands above her head. His dark brown eyes narrowed at her "Are we going to have any more problems, Jacqueline?" he snarled.

He saw her eyeing the dagger that was on the ground, just out of her reach. He shook his head "Do not even think about it" he growled.

She rolled her eyes and let out a heavy, deliberate sigh "Mon Dieu, why are you so tense?" she teased. However, that only caused her to receive a tightened grip on her hands, followed by an even colder glare. He glanced at the gash on her arm, grinned sadistically, and causally fiddled with the blade that was nearby "Not going to scream?" he asked in mock disappointment.

Jacqueline growled "I would never" she answered. She took that moment to study him. His dirty blonde hair fell slightly in front of his face, and his soft looking lips were pressed in a tight line. He did not seem flushed in the slightest. She inhaled his scent, and was instantly taken aback by the sweet smell…cherry cigars.

Lumiere released her arms and throat, standing up and quickly grabbing his dagger. Putting it into the pocket of his trousers, he said "Go home Jacqueline. You should return to your castle."

She stood "I need you to tell me something" she said firmly. By the tone of her voice and her facial expression, it was obvious that there was implied 'or else'.

"What?" he growled in irritation.

Jacqueline took a step forward and questioned "How old are you?"

"Very, very old" he answered simply, not wanting to give his actual age.

The Zemya growled "How. Old. Are. You?" she repeated with much less patience.

Lumiere turned to her swiftly "If I don't want to tell you, I won't" he replied, his anger mounting.

She clenched her fists "Stupid stubborn human!" she thought.

All of a sudden, an unfamiliar voice came from behind her "Mistress! Mistress! There you are!" he said, running towards her.

Jacqueline groaned and rolled her eyes. She turned to him sharply "What!?" she snapped, irises glowing golden.

He replied, now much more nervous "We…we've been looking for you, and we wondered where you were."

Lumiere chuckled, clearly amused "I have never seen a vampire with servants before. Are you sure you're as tough as you seem, sweetheart?" he asked teasingly.

In less than half a second, the Zemya had Lumiere up against a tree, holding him by the collar of his shirt "How dare you!" she hissed.

He smirked, unfearful "You have quite a temper, Jacqueline" he said.

She slapped him, tracing him in the process and effectively drawing more blood. However, he did not even wince "You also have quite the habit of inflicting injury. I admire that" he continued.

She growled in rage at his dismissive manner, and quickly released his shirt, and walked towards her servant. The vampire said, without looking back at Lumiere "We are going home."

As soon as she was in her castle, Jacqueline's thoughts drifted to her sister. She smiled sinisterly "I will see Babette soon enough, and then I will have my revenge" she thought. The Zemya laughed evilly, the sharp tips of her fangs glinting in the candlelight as she did so.

All of a sudden, the door burst open, and the vampire stiffened. She recognised the scent "Demons" she thought, turning quickly to face what was probably more than two dozen demons.

Not giving the monsters a chance to attack, she raced towards them at her vampire speed, literally ripping through half of them. She turned towards the few that remained, and tried to ignore the smell of the demon blood that pooled at her feet.

Meanwhile, Lumiere was practicing his combat techniques, back in the forest. All of a sudden, he heard the familiar footsteps behind him, and whirled around. Faster than it takes a person to blink, he was ready to kill the now helpless demon.

However, the demon spoke before he could "We have the vampire woman" he said tauntingly, smirking.

Lumiere, if he was shocked, did not let it show. Instead, he drive his blade into the demons neck, killing it instantly. Removing his blade, the man wiped the blood from it, stood, and walked off to find the vampire.

Jacqueline, who only had two demons remaining, smirked viciously, and extended her hand to one of them. She used her air powers, slowly and painfully chocking the demon before he could even take another step. His limp body soon collapsed to the ground.

She whirled around to face the last one, and her body tensed, prepared to pounce. All of a sudden, a blade shot into his throat from behind, causing him to fall to the ground limply. Lumiere, after freeing his dagger from the demon's neck, wiped the blood once again, before looking at Jacqueline. He raised an eye brow, surveying the scene before him "Nice job" he said.

She crossed her arms "I did not need your help" she replied. The Zemya then asked the question that she had wanted to ask ever since their first meeting "How do you know how to do that?" she questioned.

He narrowed his eyes, and gave no reply. Instead, he turned, and started to walk out of the room "Jacqueline, I think we need to stay together for a while. It will not be safe for you with all these demons…" he added, looking over her shoulder "No more questions."