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Italics – thoughts

Luna felt engulfed in warmth. It was so relaxing and blissful on her sore beaten down body.

Am I dead? She wondered in the vacuum of her mind.

Did she actually manage to pull the trigger? Did she succeed in her quest to join her family, in the warm embrace of death? If so, then where was her family? And what was the strange sensation ravaging her body?

Slowly, her heavy eyelids battered opened. She could see she was a large stone room, lit only by the flames of candles and burning torches. Weakly she tilted her head to the side, and found her-self full submerged in warm soapy water in a black marble bath tub, half built into the floor. Five plainly dressed women were standing around her, washing her naked body with clothes, while also tending to her hair and injuries. Luna couldn't stop the blush of embarrassment as the servants shamelessly washed her.

"No need for any of that, dear. It's nothing we haven't seen before" stated the eldest woman among the servants, whom was sorting out a pile of fabrics and clothing.

Luna blinked somewhat dumbly, yet allowed the servants to commence with their work. Warm soapy water was poured over her cuts, which were then thoroughly checked and cleaned, while scent oils were scrubbed into her skin. It was so refreshing on Luna's poor body. She was almost completely at peace when suddenly the eldest of the servants shooed Luna out of the tub, to he dried and clothed. It was only when Luna was forced out of the warm water did she realise just how cold the room was. She shivered and shook when her bare feet felt the cold sting of the stone floor. Water droplets were running off her naked form, but the servants were too busy arguing about what shades of blue Luna should wear. She was about to speak up, in hopes of getting a towel for her-self, when suddenly the door slammed.

Soren was there, leaning against the hard stone wall, just beside the door. Amongst all the bickering, no one noticed him silently enter the room. When Luna saw him there, in plain sight, sawing at her unclothed wet body she instantly tried to cover her shame with her hands, even turning away from Soren, while a burning red blush spread across her face.

Soren's eyes grew wider. He couldn't stop his tongue running ever so slowly over his lips as he scouted the terrain of her nude body.

"Soren, you devil! What are you doing here?" Hissed the eldest servant, revealing a set of fangs as she spoke, taking threatening strides towards Soren.

He in turned bared his own fangs, causing the woman to instantly back away. "Lord Viktor sent me here, to see what was taking so long…I was also sent to accompany the woman to him" He explained, calming him-self down when he saw Luna's face somewhat speckled with fear.

The servant woman from then on ignored him and ordered the rest of the servants to get back to work, drying Luna's long locks while also dressing her curvy form, while Soren looked on, all but too happily. When Luna was ready she didn't even have time to say thank you before Soren started to drag her out and down the many hallways of the fortress. Her pleas of release fell silent to his ears as he continued dragging her along with him. With every passing minute his jaw, along with his grip, tightened. Her skin was softer than the finest hand sown cushion, stuffed with swan feathers. It was smoother than the silk she wore, as pale as creamy milk. His fangs were just itching to pierce her soft skin…or betting yet, whipping it. The slitting of flesh and running of red blood made his crawl with delight. Luna grew even more frightened with Soren uttered a groan, almost at nothing. Of course, she didn't know what he was imagining.

Soren was picturing the look on her face as he ripped Luna's gown wide open, in a fit of passion yet possibly blood lust… Luna had one of the loveliest necks he'd ever seen. Untainted, like her blood. She was a virgin; he could smell it a mile away. Soren's thought darkened. No doubt Viktor wants to spoil her him-self, and then throw her aside. But that was alright, Soren wouldn't mind having his leftovers. Even 'spoilt' Luna was just too divine to pass up.

When they finally reached the grand hall, Soren silenced his dark thoughts and lead Luna right up to Viktor, who was sitting, quite imposingly upon his dark throne. Silently, with just a gesture of his hand, he beckoned Luna forward. At first she defiantly hesitated, and only moved when Soren pushed her forward. She glared of course and Viktor barked a dry cry of amusement. The human was a little spitfire, just waiting to turn into a full blazing forest fire.

"Tell me, my dear…What is your name?" He asked, while his inhuman blue eyes scanned her well clean and now pleasingly presented form.

Luna was quiet for a few moments, trying to decide was dangers there was in telling him her name. The odds weighed in his favor.

"Luna Vadas…" She answered simply, as her eyes trailed from Viktor to the others present around them.

They were all beautiful and handsome people. Many dressed in black, with dark features like Luna. However her clothing and eyes made her stand out greatly. She almost felt like she was fish out of water, when in actual reality, she was just a human among vampires.

"Luna Vadas" Repeated Viktor, as if testing her name upon his tongue. And it rolled right off. "A lovely name…a good strong name, for such a lovely and strong woman such as your-self. But I can't help by wonder, why would someone such as your-self dare to put a pistol to your head?" Viktor inquired, regaining Luna's attention

Luna was silent for a number of minutes, trying to find and compose the right words to explain the deep sorrow and grief she had been feeling for the last few years of her life. Life without her family was barely worth living. In her empty family home she was constantly reminded of what she had lost. She would unwillingly recall the joy and happiness she and her family had shared at the dinner table. The amusement and laughter they got when her brothers broke out into a dog fight over the last scraps, only to have Luna steal it away in all the commotion. Oh, the taunting thoughts brought tears to Luna's eyes, causing Viktor to blink somewhat in confusion.

"Loneliness can bring out the worst in us…my lord." She explained. "I was a child in a fairly large family. I was so used to being around my brothers and parents, that when they suddenly were taken from me, I was…unprepared with just a sudden and drastic change. It felt…like a hole had been shot in my heart. And slowly, over the passing days and weeks, it started to rot, and grow wider…yet, emptier." Luna could help the tone in her voice. It was becoming more and more detached and even…tearful.

But Luna kept her lip stiff and held back the tears.

"My town, along with many others were left in poverty after the war. My brothers had fought and died for their country. And later my father killed him-self for my brothers. My mother had died a few years after birthing me."

"And you…were just left behind?" Viktor asked, in a dry throaty tone. Could her sad story actually be affecting the cold hearted vampire elder?

Luna paused for a moment, contemplating the answer. "I was very sick at the time. Dying of illness and suffering for starvation. Father told me what he was going to do. He said he couldn't bear to watch me go first. So he went out to the woods, and hanged him-self, leaving me the pistol if I ever wanted to end my life quicker. However…after two days my health suddenly increased, apparently, I was not going to die as we had thought…cruel irony, isn't it?" She chuffed, with a sad smile on her face.

"After a week of loneliness I ventured out to the hillside where my brothers were buried, with the intentions of killing myself near their graves. It was more for emotional reasons. I was always closest to my brothers, so I wanted to die close to them…It may sound disturbing, but in my depressed and starved mind it was the only thing I could make sense of while still alive…"

The whole court seemed gobsmacked and utterly saddened by the young woman's plight. Even Viktor held a hardened lump in his throat. But quickly, he coughed and spoke in his usual firm voice.

"Last night mss. Vadas, You tried to take your own life. You were in my realm and therefore under my laws. One of the laws I decreed was that every mortal, within my territory belongs to me. Their life, their mind and their body is mine. You, mss. Vadas tried to take all that from me. Which is an utter insult to me. Further more, it was I who had stopped you." He said firmly, eyes completely locked with Luna's the whole time.

Her faced flashed with confusion slightly. "I…don't quite understand you, sir…Are you just warning me?"

Viktor chuckled lightly at the young woman's innocent thought.

"No, my dear. Simply warning you would mean I intended to let you go…"

He smiled inwardly when realization flared across her features.

"You intend to keep me here? A prisoner?" She sounded almost insulted. But kept her tone respectful. She knew Viktor, and the others around her weren't human. Only a fool would take on the unknown. Luna may be naive at times, but not foolish.

Viktor nodded at her statement, fairly calmly. "I wouldn't want such a fine young woman to waste such a potential life. You will remain here…consider your-self blessed, young one…very few who have come here have received what luxuries you are to get"

If only she knew what the price of those luxuries were.

Viktor gave her no chance to deny his 'generous' offer. He dismissed her to her new room without another word. Feeling pleased at how well that went, and how beautiful Luna would look on his right arm. Under the dirt and bloody wounds there was a diamond worthy of his keep…all he needed to do now was gain more of her favor…and keep others away from his treasure, not just from his enemies, but from his allies too.

Luna was lead out of the hall and down to her chambers by a woman this time. She didn't even bother to look at Luna. She just kept walking; at somewhat of a fast pace when they were going passed an area where many men were working. Luna couldn't help but look on as these men worked to the bone while there were armed guards watching over them, with whips and crossbows at the ready. The working men were slaves…and it deeply disgusted Luna. They looked in pain, and so depressed. Almost as bad as she was, but then…one caught her attention. A familiar one, by the name of…

"Lucian!!" screeched Kosta as he marched up to Lucian. Who was staring dumbly at Luna, as she was passing by. She was now cleaned and well dressed, increasing her appeal tenfold. Although, Lucian's beastly side was more aroused by her earthy look, but it's primal nature and thoughts were quickly listened by Lucian's common sense. He reluctantly turned away from Luna and bitterly listened to Kosta's shouting.

"Get back to work filthy lycan!" Hissed Kosta as he glared hatefully at Lucian.

Lucian with no other choice got back to blacksmithing. But over his shoulder he watched as Kosta tried his charms on Luna…instantly, his rage began to boil to a steady simmer.

"Milady" Kosta grinned teasingly at Luna, with a lift of his heavy brow.

Luna however ignored him, and walked after her escort in disgust. Kosta merely discarded Luna's reaction as simply 'playing hard to get'. A new fashion among the females now. He stayed hopefully eventually she'd warm up to him…But Lucian was all but too happy knowing Luna would never give her affections to a heartless cruel 'thing' like Kosta… even he, a lycan, had better chances. Chances he'd be willing to take.

A/N – thanks for all the great reviews !!!

Serious A/N here - due to a review recently, i'm cancelling my stories until further notice. apparently my story has so many flaws. I am a busy person now. I have exams coming up, colleges talking to me and having woman's problems at this time. But i kept writing chapters, or at least tried to. But the recent review was the straw that broke the donkey's back. I do suffer from dyslexia, and it makes writing, as well as maths, very hard for me. But i still write because i love it...but now, if wiritng turns out to really be that horrible, then why should i bother ? I really don't take criticism well. I would like constructive criticism to help with my sotires, like should my characters react more. But the rview i've got was just insulting in my opnion. Too harsh for someone so emotional and stressed like me. So, from further notice, i'm cancelling my stories. Sorry people. But do thanks Torkett for his 'generous' review. -sarcasm- It's really opened my eyes as to how rubbish my stories are... bye people....