Hiya, this is the author speaking, aka: ME! Sorry for the delay in submitting new chapters, now I could say it was "technical difficulties" but really I didn't know how to submit chapters. *Blushing* I know, I'm an idiot. Computers and I just don't mix well. Anyway, here is chapter three, and well, this is my first fan fiction story, so bear with me please. And I know the story is going pretty slow, but I assure you, now that the fangs are out get ready for some vamp. Action! And don't forget: Review, Review, Review! ;D (I am KimiKat, and I approve this message!)

Chapter 3

My name is Aria Davis; I just turned seventeen years old and am about to die. Yes, you heard right. My life is about to end in about two point five seconds. I knew this because the vampire's hand was clutching my throat, a look of fire in his deep blue eyes and he was shaking with…laughter. My eyes were wide and I was digging my nails into his skin trying in vain to make him release me. Blood was dripping over his mouth and the entire club had gone quiet. The music had stopped and no one moved, let alone breathed. I was turning bright red and I felt every pair of eyes locked on us. Other vampires had surrounded my attacker but he waved them off. His eyes assessed me as I plunged my nails in deeper.

"Finally" he said pausing for dramatic effect "we have a live one."

His laughter echoed off the walls. Everyone was tense staring, some in anticipation others with mere curiosity.

"And I'm not saying that because your human" he continued.

He tilted his head.

"Do you think you could kill me?" he asked bemused.

He was smiling broadly as if this was all a joke. I knew he had a smug speech coming but my next words caught hi off guard.

"I wasn't going to kill you."

"Oh? Why not? Don't have the stomach for it?" he taunted.

I shock my head trying not to look into his eyes and tried to breathe.

"You weak human! Can't you look death in the face?" he asked.

I was whimpering by now, and tried to lock my jaw to keep the sound in. He growled, a deep rumbling from the back of his throat. I knew this was the end. Fire ignited throughout my body and I glared at him, meeting his gaze directly. If he was going to kill me, he was going look at me while he did it. His fangs lengthened and he pulled back like a cobra ready to strike, when a loud bang echoed from the back of the room. The vampire paused, his mouth twitching in irritation.

"That's enough Michael," said a gravelly voice.

The crowd parted as a man walked through. He was obviously a vampire also, but he was different. He no longer had the lustrous beauty Michael and his followers had, but his skin was crinkled like dried up parchment, looking rough and calloused. His eyes held a milky film, shadowing the color and giving him a glazed look. I could hide my shock, and he noticed this, offering me a small sad smile.

"Release the girl, she is a child of Hecate. We hold alliance with her kind and I have no intention of breaking the peace" the old vampire said.

It took me a while to understand that he was talking about me. What was this talk of alliances? But I kept my mouth shut. If this guy was my ticket to get out of here, then so be it. I watched as the two vampires glared at each other in a competition of will and power. Slowly Michael's hand loosed and disappeared. I let out a loud breath that echoed off the walls. It startled me; how can a place the size of two cathedrals be so sent that my ragged breathing was the only sound among a crowd of hundreds of people. The staring continued until Michael finally backed off and stepped back, sulking quietly. I was, once again, the center of attention. I cursed Rayif for bringing me here. What was the purpose? I soon realized I was lost in thought, my brows knitted together as I bit my lip. The entire club was watching me in fascination, as if they have never seen human emotion. My blush seemed to ignite frenzy among the crowd. Even Michael licked his lips slowly.

"My name" said the old vampire, "is Marius. I am head of the Elder Council. Michael here is a member of the Conjoined Council and the owner of this underground gathering, in which all are allowed to take part in this social event. Except your kind, of course. The Wiccan's and Shamans will have no part in this. So, I must inquire, why are you here?" he concluded.

I knew I had a confused look on my face, but kept it discreet.

"I'm sorry, but what are you talking about?"

He smiled.

"My dear, you hold the gift, I can sense it on you" he said.

I stared incomprehensively. His smile was mocking. Michael laughed tauntingly.

"I don't understand…" I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Laughter filled the room and Michael smirked. The blood had stopped dripping form his but his collar was soaked. I was shaking by now; tears were threatening to spill over. The elder vampire sighed.

"You did not know?"

I blinked, still not comprehending. What was this guy talking about? All I wanted was to go home. I was swaying with sleep deprivation by now, and the elder noticed this.

"Michael, tae the girl in the back. Show her hospitality and bring to me at nightfall."

The blue eyed creature scowled, but obeyed. He grabbed my upper arm and led me to the back. I tried to pull free with no avail.

"Enough" the elder's voice echoed off the walls.

I felt his power through these words and shuddered.

"You will not be hurt by Michael or by anyone else, unless I command it. You WILL stay and obey my orders until I have chosen your fate. Tonight's activities are dismissed. You are all to disperse. You are all dismissed."

With that, he turned and disappeared in less than a blink of an eye.

Michael pulled me into the back of the bar in which shadows scurried away from Michaels precense as he led through a door. I was numb. How did this happen? I longed or a reverse button; I yearned for one! Before I could clear the haze from my mind Michael had closed the door and pushed me roughly against the wall. His hand was wrapped around my throat again, but gave me enough room to breathe this time.

"You do realize your going to die, right?" he asked.

Déjà vu hit me like a cannon ball. My eyes were wide and I did the most stupidest thing I could do.

I screamed.