Chapter 1:

Do me a favor, right now, take a step back to two-hundred years ago and tell me what you would discover. You would find that it's not so different from now, right? I mean sure back then in the eighteen hundreds, they were less modernized, more religious and maybe even a little more superstiticous. But whos to stay that living then wasn't so different from living now?

My point is, is that it doesn't matter when you lived, or when you died, but who you were as a person while living, how you died, and well, if you even died at all.

As I gazed at the people below me from the otherside of the window, I envied them for their ability to die so freely. So easily. So, willingly. I never thought I would covet death so intensely. This whole month alone felt like torchure.

I wanted to be able to see Aiden again. Even if it meant that he couldn't visably see me. I needed to know if he was alright. I still couldn't help but ponder if he was still oblivious to the fact that I even existed. There was a slight possibility that he knew I was still among the living; still the slightest chance that he had figured it out.

Almost instantly, regret began to take over my mind. It always reared its ugly head whenever I thought about Aiden. Because even if he knew, he wouldn't come back to see me. Not after the way I treated him. The way I had screamed at him and how I told him I hated him so many years ago, was simply unforgivable. I didn't deserve a brother like him and now, I considered him all but lost to me. I mean, in the end, it hadn't been his fault that he had been forced to take care of me after our mother and father died by the plague.

"You're crying again, really?" A hard and displeased voice stated.

I turned around to face my antagonist, and low and behold it was Marcus. From day one, ever since I met him, I hated him with a burning passion. He was six feet tall and chock full of nothing but cocky, smug, brash and vain bullshit. Just because he happened to be the big bad second in command around here, he thought he could do whatever he damn well pleased. In all reality though he could, but still, the guy just down right pissed me off.

"Yeah so, and what if I am?" I spat quickly whiping away my tears.

"You're nothing but a little whiny bitch. My brothers gone, my brothers gone! Please let me go see him! Please Bishop please!" He said with a mocking tone.

"I am so sick of you! Just shut your fucking mouth Marcus!" I shouted as I stood up feeling smothered with rage.

"Those are bigs words for such a little bitch. And what if I don't shut up? What are you going to do, huh? Just cry to Bishop that I'm picking on you? Stand up for yourself. Be a man. Oh wait you can't, cause your just a whiny little bitch!" He gave me a vexing smirk.

"I'm warning you Marcus. You better shut up, turn around, and leave." I spoke, my voice shaking.

I was getting more irritated by the second. If this kept up I wouldn't be able to control myself. Someone would end up having to pry me from his sceaming limp body as I beat the living piss out of him. Then we would see who the little bitch was.

"You know what? I'm just going to give you a huge patronage by telling you the truth. Your brother was a worthless piece of shit, and he still is. He didn't belong here. Why do you think he left? He couldn't take the heat of being part of something bigger than himself. So good ridance to him, the prick." He just kept giving me that revolting smirk, like nothing was wrong.

That was it. I had had it. I let all the animosity and fury I had been holding back consume me. I felt my vision become dark and I felt my fangs slip out from under my gumline. I pounced at Marcus with both my arms extended, reaching out, preparing myself with all the force I had to break his neck.

With his quick reaction time and wicked fast reflexes, he easily countered my attack, grabbing hold of both my arms and throwing my whole body back and into the wall behind me. My head hit the wall hard, making my entire world spin and gave me an instant splitting headache.

Just before I could stand up again, Marcus was already on me, pressing his body up against mine hard. His hands clenched mine, holding them firmly above my head and he shoved his face just a few inches in front of mine.

"What made you finally attack me? Was it the part where I said your brother was a worhtless piece of shit? Or was it when I said that he still is? Oh and don't forget, he always will be." He laughed cruelly.

His breath smelled like a mixture of blood and booze. It made me feel nauseous, which also made my pounding headache that much worse.

"Get out of my face before I choke you and break your neck!" I lashed out.

"And how do you propose you'll do that? Oh wait, you mean like this?" He said casually as he swiftly let go of my hands and grabbed hold of my neck.

He applied pressure to my windpipe and I instantly began to choke and gasp for air. I tried to pry of his hands off from my neck but I was too weak. I was falling out of conciousness when suddenly he let go of me and backed off.

I collapsed to the floor wheezing for air. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I had just been on the verge of dying. Or at least what I thought could have been dying. I didn't know for sure.

I seemed to lay there on my stomach spralled out on the carpet for what seemed like hours.

My headache had gone away almost immidiatly after Marcus let go of me and I was also no longer nauseous.

As I lay in the comfortable silence of my now empty room, I began to wonder why Marcus even backed off in the first place. After a while I began to realize why he had. There was only one reason why he did anything other than what he wanted to do. And that reason was, Bishop.

I glanced up from looking at the floor to see Bishop standing in the doorway. I wanted to know just how long he had been standing there. Starring at me. Looking me over. Making sure I was still breathing. I doubted he had been gazing at me for any other reason.

He had a passive look on his face. His diry blonde hair was neatly brushed back with a few wisps of hair falling over his forehead. His cool cloudy blue eyes watched me carefully as I attempted to stand up. Miraculously I got up without falling over and I made my way over to face him.

"Well I'm certainly glad I got here before he choked you to death." He sounded relieved.

"I'm sorry Bishop. I didn't mean to cause you any problems." I said solemly.

I never really liked causing complications for Bishop. He was just such charming and friendly man. He treated me like I was really part of his little vampire-like family. As well he should have. After all, he was the one who 'saved' me.

"Oh don't worry about it. Marcus was asking for it I'm sure." He gave me an alluring smile and I slightly blushed feeling unworthy of his easilly gained forgivness.

"Bishop can I ask you something?" I questioned seriously seeing as he appeared to be in a good mood today.

"Yes, go right ahead." He enunciated his words lightly with a hint of that charismatic charm he always spoke with.

"I know Aiden left us. I know he is no longer a part of our organization. But please, you have to let me go visit him. I'm emotionally dying here without him. I miss him to the point that if I don't see him soon, I will kill myself." I begged him earnestly.

I knew I was sounding desperate. But if that's what It took to see Aiden again, I would. Or at least try to anyways. It just seemed like everytime I asked Bishop to see Aiden, he would say no. I prayed this time would be different.

"Now Olivia, don't be so rash. Aiden is no longer part of this family, and that's that. Besides, we don't need him knowing your alive, do we? That would definitaly cause some problems. We were lucky enough to keep you a secret from him while he was living here and now you want to chance him finding out about you again? I don't think so." his words were clear and clean cut. I wasn't going to get to see Aiden anytime soon.

I just stayed still, silent, and secretly angry while I stood ajacent to Bishop.

That was until I started to feel the thirst rise up in my stomach. My vision became warped and I felt Bishop grab a hold of my arm, which kept me from falling over. I needed blood, and soon.

"Hmm it would seem both you and I need to go get a drink at the local bar. How does a tall glass of red champagne sound to you?" He asked starring me in the eyes with a smile playing upon his lips.

I just nodded as he and I left my room to go collect our 'drinks' for the evening.


Hope this chapter was intense enough to your liking, lol. As to who my OC is going to fall in love with, based on your reviews, I'm thinking Bishop. Well, anyways, please review this first chapter and tell me what you guys think should happen in the next one. Thanks!