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And, fuck me, I smiled.

Yep you heard it right. I was grinning at the son of a bitch like the freakin Cheshire cat. During my stupor, he took his hand and slid it up my neck to the back of my head; there by tilting my head to the side. Then, if that wasn't enough to freak me out, he took his other hand and caressed my neck. The freak was lightly running his fingertips over the skin of my neck. He closed his eyes and I heard him inhale deeply and very slowly. When he opened his eyes again there was a fire in them and I was certain now of my impending death. 'Bring it on you sick fuck!' And damn it if I didn't smile bigger.

At first he seemed unaffected by my cheeky grin and tilted his head down to go for the jugular; but when he registered my facial expression he stopped and lifted an eyebrow at me. 'Great, my dumb-ass just slowed the death process because I can't keep my morbid happiness to my damn self. SHIT!' I tried to wipe the smile off my face but nothing was working, damn it!

And when I say he was about to go for the jugular, I mean he was literally leaning his face towards my neck. Weird! Maybe he wanted to woo me before he slit my throat, who knows what the sick bastard was going to do. Once again, it was just my luck that I would have to suffer a slow painful death. But at this point I really didn't care, my wish was coming true. Pearly gates here I come!

Don't ask me why in the hell I was still grinning at my attacker. But there I was looking at him like I was four and someone had just introduced me to Santa Clause. Maybe my death wish ran so deep that I had no self-preservation left. Maybe I found the whole situation funny and I couldn't help but crack a smile. Who knows, but there I was standing in a deserted ally in a small hillside town in Italy; yes I am aware that my predicament is totally cliché. But it is the truth and I was currently being held by the back of my head by a sadistic looking man wearing a jet black cloak.

When I registered the cloak, my spastic mind switched lanes.

Who the fuck where's cloaks anymore? I mean Frodo whore one but he was a fucking Hobbit and it was cute; in a schizophrenic I talk to a fucking ring sort of way. This guy was most defiantly not going for cute. And whether he was a schizoid or not was left to be determined. But the way he looked at me made me think; yeah this one probably talks to a giant Furby, regularly. He was defiantly going for the brooding creepy axe murder side of cloaks, and let me tell you he was defiantly pulling that look off. This guy was even wearing the fucking hood of the cloak over his head. Defiantly one for the drama; well slow and painful it is!

He was average height for a man; I guess about six feet or so. I stand a whopping five foot three so he was pretty tall to me. But then again everyone is. I couldn't tell what his body looked like because of his damn Darth Vader cloak, but the parts of his arms that were out of the cloak were toned. I looked up and saw his pale face, his eyes, and some curly messy brownish looking hair; but it was dark and I really couldn't tell colors.

I know I said that he had red eyes; and he does. But I want to clarify that his eyes weren't blood shot red. They were actually red. The iris of his eyes was bright Superman red. He must be wearing some kind of colored contacts to make come across as creepier than he already was; stupid cape wearing, red contact wearing, serial killing freak.

From what I could see of his face he was defiantly beautiful. I know what you are thinking, men aren't beautiful. But I have to respectfully tell you to shut the fuck up; this is my story and if I say he is beautiful than damn it he was pretty! There are some men that are handsome and others that are fucking hot and then still there are those that no other word could describe them accept, beautiful. And the Darth wannabe was defiantly in the pretty category.

Just the idea of being killed by someone pretty made me smile bigger and let out a small sigh. Well, if I was going to meet my maker, then why not at the hands of a beautiful killer? With my luck lately, if I had to die at the hands of a serial killer, he should look like my Uncle Bubba with more gums in his mouth than teeth, and greasy hair and skin. But this man was a prime example of what the male gender of our species should be. At least what I could see of his face.

But I digress; the red eyed man whose hands were freakishly cold was staring at me like I had a giant dick growing out of my forehead. I guess he had never abducted a woman who was happy about it. Well howdy stranger, my name is Johannah Davis and I would like you to hurry up this whole killing thing, I have places to be! Like begging St. Peter to let me through the Pearly Gates!

"Are you going to get this over with?" I asked the Phantom of the Opera wannabe, tilting my head back upright.

Before you stroke; yes I initiated conversation with the creep. I am not a patient person by nature and I was tired and my neck was fucking cold. It was time for him to shit or get off the pot!

"Excuse me?" he said with a smirk.

"You heard me! Are you going to kill me or not? If you are, I would greatly appreciate it if you could speed it up a little; if not, let me go I'm tired and could use a bath."

He released my neck, dropped his hands to his side and his smirk grew into a shit eating grin. His ruby eyes seemed to sparkle and he looked intrigued by me. Great, just fucking GREAT! Leave it to me to intrigue a serial killer. Just when I thought my life couldn't get any more fucked up, I go and open my damn mouth. Now he was probably going to keep me alive and force me to be his psycho wife or something.

"So I take it you decided against death huh?" I tried not to sound disappointed but I don't think it worked because beautiful cloak man started chuckling. Great, I should take up standup comedy for convicts. I think I would be a hit in maximum security isolation. Bring it on freaks!

"I think my Master will be interested in you."

I felt my mouth drop open and my eyes bug out. Master? What was he going to do with me? My worst fear through this whole situation had been that he was going to take his time killing me. Now I had to worry about another man. What the hell?

My mind kicked into overdrive and suddenly an old episode of Bones replayed through my mind. You know the one with Gormagon; the guy that kills, cooks and fucking eats his victims. I remembered that he had an apprentice who did all of his killing and he just reaped the five star human buffet rewards. Was this guy an apprentice who was searching for his master's next meal? Did I look appetizing? I know that I had been all for the death thing a few seconds ago, but becoming someone's main course smothered in gravy wasn't what I imagined.

My mouth suddenly went dry and I felt the urge to run for the first time since cloak boy grabbed me from the street.

As if he could sense the sudden change in my heart rate and the surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins, he grabbed my shoulders and shook his head at me.

"No, no my sweet, you are coming with me. My master will have a use for you I am sure."

I swallowed and felt the sting of my dry mouth. A lump grew in my throat and I just nodded my head. The cloak man smirked again brought his hand up and the bastard smacked me. I felt his hand tap my temple and everything went black.

When I came to I could feel I was lying on a cold stone floor and my nose was assaulted with the smell of musty dirt and stone. It smelled like a basement, but I remember smelling that certain combination when I toured some castles in Europe. 'Where was I; castle or basement? This is Europe so probably, castle.'

I was processing the fact that the creepy cloak boy must have taken me to a castle somewhere when I realized my head felt like a Mack truck hit me between the eyes. And the massive headache that I was now sporting would have made a one night stand with a bottle of tequila jealous.

I tried to open my eyes but I my eyelids were strongly opposed to that idea. I could tell the room was well lit because just the light through my eyelids was enough to make my head pound even harder. Defiantly not a basement! It would be darker than this in a basement; right? I tried squeezing my eyes tighter to fight off the light, but that only served to make my face muscles hurt. Shit, give a girl a break!

To make matters worse I was soaking wet. I don't know what in the hell I was covered with but I was praying that it was sweat and I wasn't covered in a puddle of my own piss. Could this get any worse? I would have sniffed to figure out what type of liquid I was sporting, but that required moving and breathing neither of which I had control over at this moment. So I guess that was one mystery that I would figure out later.

I know that this is going to sound stupid, but I felt kind of like Han Solo after he had been frozen in carbonite. I know geeky reference, but that is all I can come up with at the moment. I was shaking, and gasping for breath, all while trying to get my bearings. The only difference between me and Han was I had no faithful Wookie sidekick. Damn my luck; his hairy ass would have made this whole shit storm way cooler!

I realized vision wasn't going to happen at the moment, so I gave up trying to pry my eyes open and settled for trying to right myself. I would work out sight later, but now I had to pick myself up off this cold fucking ground. I was wet and getting colder by the second.

I groaned and pushed myself up. It felt like I was pushing the weight of a Japanese sumo wrestler off the ground instead of my one hundred and twenty pound frame. My arms were shaking under the strain of trying to heave myself off the ground when I realized that my abductor had to drug me or something when I was out. A simple tap on the head wouldn't cause this kind of malaise. What did Frodo give me?

I felt like I had gone ten rounds with that bottle of Absinthe that I drank in Spain, with a big ass roofie chaser. I felt like hell, and I know I looked it too.

When I finally got on my ass, which took forever, I put my head between my legs and took some time to settle my breathing down. I would never have realized that I had company if a deep melodic voice hadn't spoken up.

"Are you ok Miss?" he asked.

Who the hell is this guy? He was not creepy cloak dude; his voice was deeper and concerned. Maybe this was his Master; no he couldn't be. The Master wanted to eat me and why would a freak cannibal be worried about me? Who knows, but maybe he could answer some questions for me. I had passed confusion about ten minutes ago; I was currently in 'what the fuck' mode.

"Do I look ok?" I spat out. In my anger I used too much energy and my stomach dropped into my ass. Bad idea Johannah being a smart ass takes too much precious energy. Tone it down a notch.

I guess I should have gotten straight to the point, but the inner smart ass came out before I could straight jacket her down.

"No, you look like hammered shit," he chuckled.

"Well aren't you a charmer?" My head began pounding again and I felt like I had just got off of the Tilt-a-whirl. "What the fuck did you give me?" I moaned hoping not to blow chucks in front of this guy.

"We didn't give you anything." He said with a tiny hint of apprehension.

"Bullshit, this isn't just from cloak boy slapping me upside the head!" I still couldn't open my eyes but I managed to pull my head up from between my knees to sit upright on my shoulders. Bad idea, the room started spinning faster and my head was pounding even harder! I rushed to put my head back between my legs. Damn, I feel like shit!

There was a short pause and I thought I was going to get an answer but all I got was a low menacing growl and a slamming door. Great, I had a chance to get some answers and, well being fucked up little old me, I pissed off the only man who could help me.

I don't know how long I sat there on the floor with my eyes closed. It seemed like forever. There were no noises in the room I was in. Just the creaks and groans that I assumed go with being in a castle of some kind. I just sat there head between my legs trying to force myself to get better. I only know I probably looked like I was meditating or praying but in fact I was deep breathing and trying to get a hold of my body.

Before long I could breathe normally and I had stopped that god awful shaking. Once I had control over my body; I took a sniff of my clothes and concluded that I was indeed covered in sweat and not piss. Thank God for small mercies. My jeans were stiff from the dried sweat, and my flannel button down shirt was still a little damp, and sure that was uncomfortable. But I was convinced I was going to have some sort of trench foot from my soaking feet inside of my riding boots. I have got to get those things off!

When my head stopped pounding and I was finally able to open my eyes. Much to my chagrin this new sense did nothing to help me figure out where I was. If anything it only served to confuse me further.

I looked around and realized that I was sitting in the middle of a stone chamber. In front of me there was empty space all around, except for some ancient looking iron crosses flanking a huge wooden double door. This door was not just a Lowes special; it was one of those doors, you know, that could have taken a hit by a bazooka and said, 'is that all you got.' I looked up wondering what was above me. I mean, this seemed like the sort of place that would have something impressive to look up at. By the looks of the stone on the walls and floor, I was totally expecting to see Michelangelo's masterpiece from the Sistine chapel gracing the ceiling. Instead, I was left disappointed when all I saw were stone arches and bare ceilings.

Well that's disappointing. Look at me I have been abducted, drugged and left alone in a castle and I am disappointed that there is no art work to 'oh' and 'ah' over. Don't act shocked! We have already established that I am a complete and total psycho.

Back to the task at hand; I was still confused as to where I was. Where in the fuck did Darth Frodo bring me?

I stood up and almost fell over. I spread out my arms to balance myself, bent my knees to help keep myself from falling over. I know I looked like stealth ninja; bent and ready to attack. I had to giggle at that thought; I probably looked more like a drunken ass whore. My curly strawberry blonde hair was frizzy in places and stuck to my head in other, and the little make-up that I did wear was probably smeared and I knew I had to have raccoon eyes. Oh well, I was going die anyways.

My head was spinning and my legs had that, I drank too much feeling. I smiled to myself and cracked my neck. Bring it on; I can handle drunk legs. When my head stopped spinning, I bounced my knees a little. I know I probably looked like a freak standing there in the middle of this giant ass room with my knees bent and my arms out wide. But I was trying to regain control over my body and there was no one here so stop laughing!

I started to slowly spin around, still totally in my ninja position. I needed to see the rest of the room. Why you ask? Let's call it morbid curiosity; I wanted to see the place where I was going to die.

As I turned I saw nothing different, stone walls, stone ceiling, and stone floor. Well that was anti-climatic. But as I kept turning I saw the beginnings of a platform. Interesting, what do we have here? What I saw made me blush and stand up straight.

There were three high back chairs that resembled thrones on the platform. And sitting in them were three men. The man in the center had jet black hair and his hands folded under his chin. He was grinning at me like I was the most entertaining thing he had ever seen; weird.

The man sitting in the far left throne had black hair as well but he wasn't even looking at me; he was staring off at something behind me looking utterly board with this whole situation. I guess having a sweat covered drugged girl in your throne room was normal and boring; once again weird.

And the man in the far right throne had white hair but he was staring at me like he wanted to rip my head from my shoulders; even weirder.

And to make things even weirder, standing behind them were three other men. They were standing tallest on the left, and he was huge. Like at least seven feet tall, and sporting more muscles then the Rock. There was something in the giant's eyes that I couldn't place; he looked pissed, concerned, curious, and hungry all at the same time. What he was hungry for I hadn't the faintest idea, but something in me wanted to find out. Weird!

I recognized the guy in the middle as my attacker; Darth Frodo. The creep had the balls to smirk at me, so I did what came natural to me, I flipped him off. What, I have an inner smart ass; remember? The collective group of men, minus bored guy, chuckled at me. Well, I guess I got that job as a standup comedian!

The smallest of the standing men only came up to Darth Frodo's shoulders and he looked like a fucking kid. What the hell was a kid doing involved in this? I mean this poor kid couldn't be more than fourteen or fifteen! Way to suck a kid, whose balls probably just dropped last week, into your sick fucked up game; freaks!

The only thing that they all had in common was red eyes and they were all wearing, you'll never guess, fucking cloaks. Great, just great, I have been officially dropped into Middle Earth with a bunch of role playing crazy fucks!

Time to figure out just what they wanted with me, and so I went balls out.

"So, nice day?" I said shrugging my shoulders and clapping my hands in front of me.

This brought on a round of laughs from the collective group, minus bored guy; of course.

"Demetri, you were correct in bringing her here. She will do perfectly for our little experiment!" The creepy man in the center exclaimed rising from his throne.

Well, Darth Frodo has a name! And what the hell did he say about an experiment? I groaned internally, I really don't like the sound of that.

I could feel my heart start to race and my palms start to sweat. I just knew they were going to Bar-B-Q me, I just knew it! The acknowledgement of an experiment confirmed it. Soon I would be dangling from a spit like a pig at a hog roast. Well, I hope my skinny ass tastes good!

"Experiment? Just what are you going to do with me?"

"Well my dear, we have a special undertaking for you," said happy middle guy.

"Well thank you, I am fucking honored. I would bow and kiss your feet but that seems like over kill seeing as you abducted and drugged me. Could you please tell me who you are and what the hell this little experiment is so we can get on with it? I am tired." Cynical bitch strikes again!

"Splendid!" middle guy cheered clapping his hands like he was the host of Queer Eye for the Straight guy.

I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. This was like talking to a Muppet!

He didn't seem to get my teenage deep breath move so I started waving my hands for him to get on with it. This only seemed to crack him up some more; so I crossed my arms over my chest and started tapping my foot.

I looked behind happy middle guy to see that Muscles was grinning at me. My stomach clenched; damn he was fucking hot. His eyes were doing that smoldering look deep into your soul thing. And then he winked at me. That grin made my knees go weak. And you would think that I would be freaked; he was practically one of my kidnappers. But it just excited me and I winked back. His grin got even bigger and I couldn't help but smirk back at him.

Our interaction didn't go unnoticed. Middle guy looked between the two of us, and Muscles smile wiped off his face and looked down at his feet. Apparently middle guy was the leader of some sorts. But why the hell is Muscles scared of him? He could have wiped the floor with Middle guy! This place was getting weirder and weirder.

"Oh my dear I think I have the answer I was looking for."

"Good for you, now fucking answers, please!" I said clapping my hands impatiently.

"You are an impatient human aren't you?"

"Yeah patience is not a strong point of mine," I barked back at him. Then his words hit me, "Did you call me a human?"

"Yes my dear, for that is what you are!"

"Thank you Captain Obvious! Who are you?" I had a feeling I wasn't going to like that answer.

I know that I am a totally geek when it comes to all things fantasy. I once dressed up as Hermione Granger and waited in line for six hours for the premiere of a Harry Potter movie. I owned original copies of Star Wars episodes four, five, and six. And one of my most prized possessions is a copy of the Fellowship of the Ring book signed by Peter Jackson, for cripes sake.

But I always believed that that crap was fantasy and not real. Looking at the six men in front of me, I was starting to doubt that the stuff in books really was just fantasy. Maybe they were like werewolves or something, and they needed me to see if they could make a female werewolf. Who the fuck knows anymore!

"My dear my name is Aro, and these are my brothers. This is Caius," he swooped an arm at the white haired pissed off guy, "and this is Marcus." He fanned his other hand towards bored guy.

"Well it is nice to meet you! I am sure that you are one big happy family! I would really enjoy it, however, if you would get to the point, Mister Aro." I could feel the anger starting to boil up inside me.

"We are a very powerful coven of vampires."

WHAT THE FUCK? Did he just say vampires? He was either joking, to get me to entertain them more with my smart ass remarks, or he was serious. I couldn't tell, and I couldn't tell anything by looking into his eyes.

I have been told that I have a gift for reading people. My mother used to say that I took the weight of the world onto my shoulders, but I was just a sympathetic person. I can normally tell what people are feeling just by looking into their eyes. But he just looked at me with those freaky red eyes and all I could get from him was the excitement of a kid in a candy store. Ok well that makes since, NOT!

"What?" I choked out over my shock.

"I know it is hard for you to believe my sweet. But indeed we are vampires. We have been living in this castle for millennia." He still had that excitement in his eyes but there was also a truth in them.

'Ah hell Hannie, you certainly have a gift for fucking up your life,' I was screaming internally.

"So you want me to believe that you are all vampires?" I needed to hear it again.

My earlier errant thought that Demetri was going to bring me back to his Master so he could serve me up with greens and a roll was suddenly not so far of track. Wow, the odd workings of my mind hit one out of the park!

"Are you sure this human will be right for our experiment brother? She seems daft," I turned and flipped off the pissed of brother. I think his name was Caius, but who gives a fuck! He growled back at me and I suddenly regretted my smart ass. He was scary. This sent another round of chuckles through the group.

I might be scared but why not play it up. They were going to eat me anyway, so I looked up at Muscles and gave him a wink and a dramatic curtsy for effect. Maybe I could get him to be the one to kill me? He was yummy! He winked back and that grin that made my knees weak reappeared.

What the fuck is wrong with me I was flirting with a vampire! Get a hold of yourself Hannie!

"She is perfect, brother!"

Well at least someone can see my worth. Too bad it had to be a creepy old vampire prince or something.

Anyway back to the task at hand!

"So if you are a vampire, why was I not lunch?"

"Well my dear, Demetri was going to feed from you, but you intrigued him. Not many of our," he paused to search for the right word.

"Entrees?" I suggested for him.

"Yes!" He beamed. "Not many of our entrees smile at us right before we kill them. You are certainly an oddity. Anyway, being faithful to me; Demetri knew that you might serve a greater purpose than, well, quenching his thirst."

Demetri smiled and winked at me. His wink and grin didn't have the same effect as Muscles. I wanted to vomit when he smiled at me like that; Yucky! I had the sudden desire to flip Darth Frodo off, but I placed my hands behind my back and resisted the urge. No need to piss off a group of bloodsuckers!

Creepy-pissed-off-Caius looked like he was willing to do away with his brother's experiment, and I didn't need to add fuel to the fire. Caius didn't seem like the type to take it easy with me while he killed me. Yep, there would be a lot of pain involved in a death at his hands.

"What is my purpose?"

"I would like you to mate with one of my guards." Now we're talking, get straight to the heart of the matter. Too bad the heart of the matter was fucked up!

"WHAT? What do you mean by 'mate'?" I have to admit, 'mating' with muscles was an intriguing idea, but I had a feeling that sex wasn't why I was needed. There was something deeper.

"I would like you to have sexual relations with one of my guard members," he pointed to Muscles, Demetri, and the kid.

"I got that part genius! What outcome do you want from my 'mating' with one of your boys back there?" I already had a sneaking suspicion, but I needed Aro to say the words.

"I would like you to carry a hybrid child for us."

Whelp, there it is! He wants me to be an egg donating surrogate mother for one of his guard members. How is it even possible for a vampire and a human to have a baby? And did I want these freaks to have one of my babies?

I thought back to my girls and their births and how happy I had been when the doctor laid them on my chest after they were born. I couldn't imagine giving them up. I don't care if my child was a half-vampire or not, they weren't going to be the ones to raise it. The mother in me kicked in and I was pissed!

I growled at Aro, which only caused him to throw his head back and cackle.

"I don't care if you kill me. In fact the sooner you get it over with the happier I will be. But I'll be damned if I let one of your henchmen impregnate me only to take my baby from me." I was scowling at him, trying with all my might to Vader choke-hold him.

What? They were vampires, why couldn't the Force be real too?

"Oh my dear you don't have a choice." His tone left no room for argument. "The birth of your child will kill you." He added waving his hands like my death wasn't the issue.

I fell to my knees. Being drugged and having no food in me had caused my body to be weak. And yet I had been able to stand on my own and even fight back a little. But when Aro gave me this last piece of information, it was too much for me to handle. My body collapsed under the weight of his words.

Two of the greatest moments in my life had been the births of my daughters. I had never wanted to have any more children after the accident took my family from me. I couldn't go through that again only for it to end up with me barely clinging to life. And to know now, that I would be forced to give birth to a precious miracle again, only to have it kill me and I would never be able to see my baby grow was too much to bear.

Yes, I was more than prepared to die. In fact I had welcomed it with open arms. I had all but figured out that these vampires, who held me against my will, would show no mercy to me. But never once in my twisted mind did I think they were going to use me as a half vampire baby breeding factory.

I looked up into the eyes of these vampires and saw no pity or remorse. On the contrary, they all stood and started making their way to the double door as if I was nothing. They didn't even give me a second glance as they made their way out.

They didn't seem to care about my feelings or my opinion on the matter, so I knew arguing was fruitless. It would only service to get me more worked up than I already was. My thoughts were of no consequence.

I watched the vampires leave and Aro stopped long enough to place a hand on Muscles bicep, nod his head and turn and glide out the door. Muscles looked like he was scared and nodded his head, but he stayed where he was. He looked up as Aro left and I could see pity in his eyes.

My eyes made contact with his and I could suddenly feel the sting of tears. I hadn't cried since I left the United States, and my eyes started to burn in protest.

For some unexplained reason, I couldn't break eye contact with Muscles. So I just sat there with my butt resting on my feet, my hands limp at my sides crying silent tears.

Muscles and I stared at each other for what seemed like forever and I realized we were the only people left in the room.

Why was he still there with me? And what was with the silent exchange between Aro and muscles? Was he supposed to be the one to do the deed?

I was no longer frightened for myself but for my unborn child; the one who wasn't even created yet.

What the hell kind of freak show had I been forced into? And why did I have a feeling this was only the beginning of my walking nightmare?

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