Chapter 4

Genevieve had traveled from city to city, town to town, looking for Drake. It had been so long since she had seen him, and it made her sad that she had to leave him in his tomb, without telling him where she was going. She smiled at the thought of him. He was charming, and seductive, yet deadly and sinister. He had always been that way, ever since she had first meet him, more than 5 millennia ago.

"She was standing on the top floor, looking down at the party going on beneath her. It was a masquerade ball, a ball that the town had every year, on all Hallows eve. She was dressed in a midnight blue dress, that showed off her shoulders. It was backless, so you could see the muscles in her back moved underneath her soft, pale skin. She wore long gloves that match her dress, that reached half way to her upper arm. Her curly hair was down, with the front bangs pinned back to each side of her head. The rest of her hair was set over her chest in long waves and curls. Her mask was covering what little make-up she did wear, but you didn't need to see her face to know she was beautiful.

She watched the mortals closely. How they acted like fools and clowns, not even knowing how short their meaningless lives meant to her. She was about to head down the stairs, when she felt a surge go through her body. She slowly walked down a couple of steps, until she felt it again, but a little stronger. Again she walked down a couple more, when she felt the surge yet another time, but this one was the strongest of the three. She lost her balance and almost fell down the flight of stair until someone strong had caught her as she fell in to their arms, bridal style. She looked up at her rescuer and found a man starring back at her with red eyes. She couldn't help but stare at them, as he carried her up the stairs again and on to the terrace that was lacing the building.

He let her down gently, not breaking the eye contact he had with her. He was wearing all black with his tunic open a little more than half way, to reveal his mark. His face was covered by the same colored mask that held those red eyes. He looked at her with so much intensity, it felt as if he was trying to burn a hole right through her. She had no choice but to look away. At the floor, the sky above them, or even her hands. Anywhere other than his glare, but it was no use. His hand had moved under her chin to make her look at him.

"What is it, little one? You do not like what you see before you?"

"No, it's not like that…", she said quietly. She then turned around and walked over to the fenced terrace and sat on the edge, looking back at him. He watched her with the same glare. She had noticed that the shade in his eyes had changed into a different shade of the red. "It's just you stare at me with such intensity, it's hard to stare back."

"My apologizes. I did not know I was doing it. I am just puzzled by you, nothing more."

Puzzled? How so?"

"Well, how should I put this… "

"Lightly, if you could.

Drake smiled as he walked over and sat on the edge with her. He took a calm, deep breath, with the smile still on his lips. "I have been watching you for quite some time now, and I have noticed that you are different than these mortals. They seem so little and inferior, don't they. You can hear their blood pounding underneath their skins. Their hearts beating in a beautiful rhythm". He looked at her when she turned towards him, with a surprised look on her face. He knew that she knew what he was talking about. She smiled again at her.

"Yes I know, what you are"

"But, how do you know? Everyone I have met in this world is mortal. Unlike me, I have lived for over 3 centuries now."

"Well, then you are a century younger than I. I know because I was the first of the immortals. Everyone of my enemies have fallen at my feet."

"The first?", she asked in disbelief. She then stood up and walked in to the center of the terrace. She looked down at her hands, studying them. Her long nails painted the same color as her dress. "Are there anymore of us? I mean the immortals ones?"

Drake stood up and walked up to her slowly. Genevieve watched him with curiosity. She could of sworn that she seen him glide across the floor. Drake noticed her staring at him, and took her hands in his. He then caressed them gently. He then noticed her blush. Her beauty took his breath away, but seeing her blush made his whole heart stop. Her gaze went to their hands and a small smile crept on her face.

"There will be in time. Right now my priority is to find my kingdom. I need to go into battle and see my fallen enemies at my feet. I fight in battle with the sword live by. I need to show these mortals that they are no longer the rulers of this world. We are Gods among these people. They do not see it, but they shall sometime in the near future."

Genevieve could help but smile at him. He knew exactly what she wanted without her telling him. She knew that it was him that didn't want her to walk down the stairs earlier. She wanted a kingdom, ruling these mortals. She knew that it was just a matter of time before she snapped and eventually started a massacre.

"I want you to help me rule"

"You want me?"

"Yes. You are exactly what I was looking for. I need you in order to have a complete kingdom."

"Can we first eat? I haven't fed tonight."

Drake laughed. He loved her, from that moment. He was sure of it. She smiled back at him. He guess it the feeling was mutual when she kissed him on the check.

"Come then. Let's go find us some food", he said and he hooked her arm with his.

"Where shall we start?"

"Well I start on the roof tops, then when I find a body, I usually swoop down and start feeding."

"You don't care if they see you?", Drake asked. Genevieve giggled. She smiled at him and said, "No these mortals can not fly like I can."

"Wait you can fly? How is that possible"

"Wait a minute", she said calmly. She let go of his hands and stood straght up. Her back started to grow two lumps and then there they were. Two beautiful black wings.

"Well this will be interesting"