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She was too scared to move or scream or even breathe, he was a vampire! He grinned down at her for a moment, "Normally, I would have spent some time playing with you, or making this more comfortable. But, you caught me at a bad time, I'm in a bad mood and very hungry. Sorry."
Before she could scream he leaned down. She felt his lips at her throat, then teeth pressing against her skin. He bit down, and her mouth opened in a silent scream.
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She was tense for a few seconds, but the pain didn't come. Instead, it felt really good, and there was more. It was an explosion of feelings through out her body, mostly of confusion and surprise. But, they weren't her feelings... they were his! There was a pleasant sucking feeling from him pulling out her blood and his mouth was warm, nuzzling against her neck. She could feel his emotions and knew they were echoing her own. And, though she knew she was still pinned to the counter, she felt like she was physically inside his mind as well. Closer then physical touch, a part of his mind…
Curiouser and curiouser...Who are you? She found herself wondering, and felt his mouth tense on her neck. But, not before she felt something underneath her give. She fell through the cold, glass, painful frost barrier of his mind. She could see him. Some actions were kind, form his past, his past he had loved people, the family he was a knight for. Those memories were full of color and they were surrounding her like mounds of precious jewels. But, there was something else. She could see the darkness inside of him, thorny, black warped parts. The parts that loved to hunt, and kill. Blood, blood, blood, blood. blood, blood it was an all consuming through. And it frightened her. And at the heart of all that blood and darkness and evil was... a shape? She could almost see it, it looked like a figure.
NO! Get out!
His mental yell was a physical one as well. Alice found herself bent backwards onto the counter. Her neck was incredibly sore and the vampire was glaring down at her. After a moment, his image blurred and her eyes grew hot, tears were sliding down her cheeks, "Who...who are you to me?"
He's someone precious... a voice inside her mind told her, A soulmate...
But, the vampire was backing away, still glaring at her, she could feel his awe and fear... that fear was almost over powering. Alice got up, reaching for him, "Wait!"
She wanted to make it right, to comfort him. The movement was too much, she got dizzy almost right away, and fell to her knees, which banged painfully against the wood floor. She scraped her palm against the rough wood, felt tiny droplets of blood well there.
"I... I will not..." He was struggling for words, "I will not have a human as a soulmate!"
In less then a second, he was in front of her, "You will... you will not tell anyone about this! Understand!" He shook her lightly, but even that made her head spin horribly, "Don't tell anyone! Or I'll kill you!"
Then, he was gone. The door stood open, letting the evening sun seep into the room, the light was the color of blood. And Alice, who thought herself so tough and strong, began to cry.
Break paced back and forth in his room. It couldn't be! He couldn't be soul-mates with a human! It was practically suicide! The laws of the Night World forbade falling in love with a human, or telling a human about the Night World. The punishment was death. No, Break shook his head; he couldn't be in love with that girl. There was no way he could fall in love so fact, but just remembering her seemed to cause a change inside of him. In his mind, he didn't see food or vermin; he saw a girl that was supposed to be something precious, a person he should be with for eternity.
But, it was impossible. Unless… another face cropped up into his mind and a name: Thierry. The saint of damned Circle Daybreak, the second vampire: the other vampire with a human soul mate. If there was a way to contact him, get him to help, maybe there was a way out… maybe Alice wouldn't have to die. But, if he wanted to talk to Theirry, he'd have to find some witches.
The witches were the founders of Circle Daybreak, a group who believed that all the Night World should co-incide wit the Day World. Most nicknamed them the Damned Daybreakers, and stereotyped them as fools who couldn't do anything. But, since Theirry had joined them, they'd become a real problem for the darker parts of Night World, the ones who wanted to keep things separate. Break stopped pacing as his thoughts stopped, there was only once choice he'd have to make: he could attempt to contact Dayvreak, but what if he was caught? He'd need to find a way to keep that girl under his watch, then he could focus on finding help for them.
He glanced out the window, at the precession of slaves waiting at one of Shalon's parties. "Hmm… milady is always saying we need new staff…"
Alice got to her feet and shakily steadied a couple of things that had gotten knocked over when she'd fallen. Then, she made her way back up the stairs to her room, hoping that it had all been a bad dream. And wishing, that the terrible ache inside of her had been disgust at what the vampire had done, and not heartbreak that he had left.
