A/N: Remember the warnings in last chapter? Yeah. Those stay. BTW, I OWN NOTHING. Except the plot of this, of course.

Chapter 2
Judgment Time

Joss closed his eyes and tried hard to control his breathing. He knew the vampires could hear his heart beating against his rib cage and didn't want to give them any more reason to look down on him. But the truth was, he was terrified. He had just spent days in a damp cell, and now he was sitting in front of 5 strong vampires, unarmed with his arms bound behind his back. It was defiantly not a good situation to be in, especially because the vampires had every reason to kill him. After all, he had killed so many of them. Over 50 now.

There had only been one vampire he had failed to kill, 3 years ago. The creature was named Vladimir Todd, and Joss had been his friend for nearly a year before he even found out the boy was a vampire at all. He had been distraught to learn he had been hunting one of his only friends without even knowing it. He had attacked the boy, and staked him through the heart.

But the boy hadn't died. And Joss didn't think he would ever know why.

Joss broke out of his thoughts as the vampire in the middle began to speak. The man accused him of murdering their brethren, and asked how he plead. Joss didn't know why he bothered to ask. He didn't reply.

"You are accused of over 30 accounts of slaying. If you remain silent, we shall consider it pleading guilty." Joss looked away; he had killed more than that.

Suddenly, he felt a prickling in his head, and memories were pulled to the front of his mind. He watched himself attack a vampire after vampire, slaying them quickly and efficiently. Then, he saw Vlad. He saw himself creep up behind the other, stake in hand.

The memory stopped.

The vampires were glaring at him, and he realized what that was. They had looked through his memories. They knew of his guilt.

"Normally, we would have you executed for your crimes." Spoke the man again. Joss gulped and felt his stomach flip. He knew it, he was going to be killed. But, wait. Normally? Would this time be different, then? "However, normally the accused has not left behind living victims." Joss blinked, wondering what Vladimir had to do with this. Would they let Vlad kill him, give the boy his revenge?

Maybe that wouldn't be so bad. If anyone would take his life, Joss thought, he would like it to be the black haired male.

"We will let him decide what he wants to do with you." The vampire finished, and nodded to a side door Joss had yet to notice. The doormen grabbed his arms once more, lifting him to his feet. As though called in by unheard voices, the door opened and the purple eyed vampire entered the room.

He had changed a lot in the last three years. He was taller now, not so scrawny, thought not buff. His muscles were hidden by pale, creamy skin, and his hair now fell just past his shoulders. He was dressed in a strange combination of the old fashioned clothing the other vampires seemed to all wear, and modern Goth fashion.

Joss couldn't look away.

Vlad walked into the room, each step calm and sure, not even sparing Joss a glance. He nodded to the head vampire. "Good day." He murmured.

"Hello young Pravus." The man responded, nodding as well, and Joss was surprised to hear the deep respect in the mans voice. "He is all yours. You may do with him what you will."

"Thank you." Vlad nodded to them again, and Joss wondered if they used it like a sort of bow. Suddenly, deep violet eyes were locked on his own jade ones, and Joss couldn't breath. In Vlads eyes was such a strong mixture of emotion, Joss wondered how he kept from showing it on his face. There was anger, sorrow, curiosity and a deep, overwhelming sense of strength. Joss felt like he was drowning.

Vlad walked over and looked down, into his eyes. Joss tried to squirm back, but the doormen had his arms in their powerful grip. "Breath." Vlad said, voice low and calm, and Joss was surprised to realize that he, indeed, had been holding his breath. He let it out slowly and took a gulp of air to make his lungs stop burning.

Vlad looked up at the men holding Joss. "Leave him to me." The men nodded and backed away, back to their stations on either side of the door. Vlad watched them go, then turned back to Joss, who hadn't moved.

Vlad suddenly reached out and turned the other, giving him a light shove. Joss almost fell, and found himself standing on one leg, his other knee on the chair had had sat in moments before. He felt Vlads fingers on his bindings and, in moments, he was free. He didn't have time to move his arms, thought, as they were trapped again almost instantly, this time by Vlads hand. Joss shivered, looking up. He glanced at the other vampire in the room, and gulped. He was at Vlads mercy. If he tried anything, he would have 8 furious vampires on him before he could blink.

Joss felt himself pulled back, and felt Vlads chest on his bare back. He was spun again, and he frowned. He was going to get dizzy if the other kept this up. Now chest to chest with the taller vampire, he gasped at the look in the boys eyes.

He knew in that second, Vlad was about to make him pay.