Chapter Three

The concrete walls were old and musty, I had to fight the urge to sneeze from behind my mask.

My hair placed in a long ponytail and with my knife in my hands I came to the stairs that entered into

the torture/dungeon/Interrogation room. I could hear his simple breathing as I slowly went down

those stairs that so many others have gone down. I reached the corner and turned to look at my

prey, my prey whose name was Drake.

He was chained to the wall with chains made out of wood, his legs barely holding him up. The Shay clan showed

him the welcoming party buy cutting him with wooden knives which lay on a table with blood drenched all over them. His brown

hair was now wet with his sweat and his cool grey eyes looked like the most brewing storm that I had every seen. With my knife in tow I

entered the room.

"Its you…." Said Drake as I side stepped into the main room. "I was wondering how long you

were going to hide behind that wall. I thought you might have lost your nerve."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that anymore." I said the wooden knife suddenly feeling heavy in my hands. "I have come to finish my job."

"What about the interrogation?" smirked Drake, bracing himself against the wall. "Don't you need information that only I can

provide so you can continue massacring my people."

Slowly I moved towards him, the intention to kill him still on my mind but my body

Continuing to fight it with all its might. I gritted my teeth under my mask, pushing through the pain that was springing into my heart. What was

this magic, was this pureblood playboy using some sort of magic on me? I looked into his stormy grey eyes, he was going to fight, but he was

accepting that his survival was very limited.

"Well," I said coolly, making sure that my pain didn't show in my voice. "I have to live up to my reputation."

Raising the knife I looked at his chest, my target. My anger slowly rose inside of me, the memory of my mothers blood smeared onto my hands,

stranger's hands touching me, those menacing red eyes that still haunt me. I realized then that I was staring straight into his grey eyes. They were

no longer stormy and read for a fight but confused.

"WELL! Are you going to kill me or not!" he growled with exasperation. Next thing I knew I was screaming

at the top of my lungs at his words and running through the pain, running through the tears that leapt into my eyes and hitting the floor and

stabbed him in the …arm!? I looked at my knife handle that protruded from his arm. His howl of pain hurt me even more then the concept

of hurting him. It ripped my soul, my heart, and being into two. My body quivered and the very thought of his pain and the unsuitable fact that

I had caused it. I fell to the floor the pain unbelievable and reaching for my very soul.

"What the hell is wrong with you." Spluttered Drake, watching me as I lay in my own pain. "If you're the bringer of death your losing your

touch I mean I've heard you kill people in less than ten seconds. Are you sick today or something?"

"Shut up you leech." I growled as I continued to writhe on the floor. "Something has me where I can't kill you like I normally would."

Why am I telling this bat what going on? What the hell is wrong with me? The pain got more extreme when he winced again from the stab that I

have inflicted on him. He looked as if he didn't believe any of it. The pain finally subsided and step after step my body was moving towards Drake

with non-violent intentions. As I tried to pull back he seemed to be trying to prepare for me.

"What the….." he said as his body went limp with exhaustion and relief at the sight of me. With one final step my body was against his chest,

seeking, longing for forgiveness. "Get off of me." Said Drake fighting his own body it seemed.

"I want to kill you moron not this." I said angrily and without any control of my hands his chains were realesed. I had just let a Pure

blood Vampire out of his confines.

As swift as lightening his fangs were out and he was ready to start having lunch. Then the pain started and he was shaking

and fighting like it was his last night on this earth. With that final jerk he ran.

I sat on that dirty bloody floor, shaking, and …. Crying. Then I started thinking normally.

Aw Shit, Uncle Will is going to kill me.