He watched each droplet leave the bags as he coaxed me to feed. I was not used to the amount he force-fed and my weak stomach rebelled. The smell of blood quickly turned from appetizing to sickening as I tried to pull away from the bags. Damon held them to me until the third bag was drained and I was shaking from trying to keep it down. I turned in his arms and pressed myself against his chest as I fought for composure.

"We'll try two until you can stomach three," he finally offered. "You will not starve yourself anymore."

"I wasn't starving myself," I replied. His eyes blazed in anger as he pulled my head back to watch me. Veins bulged around his eyes and I froze by the predatory gaze he bestowed on me. I held his defiantly after a moment as the new blood invigorated me. I was only brave after I fed but often I regretted my outbursts.

"You are not eating properly." he growled. The question had been embeded in there but he didn't believe it stooping to that level. His fingers tightened on my neck until I made a fearful noise low in my throat. They loosened slightly until the hold was merely firm. He wanted an answer.

"I don't have your connections," I confessed. "I had trouble."

"You what?" he roared. "You should have come home!"

"This is my cage?" I yelled. His eyes narrowed at my tone. I never yelled at him if I knew what was good for me but maybe my time away had given me some confidence. I watched as he struggled to control his anger before he let my head go, hands sliding down my back.

"You will eat properly from now on where you are," he explained. "If you are separated from me then you will call Tyler and food will be delivered."

It was an odd concession and I looked up at him hopefully. I hadn't expected him to consider my eventual leaving but perhaps this was just a visit. I had expected locked doors and chains but perhaps I'd misjudged. Maybe I wasn't his obsession anymore.

"I need to hunt," he stated after a few silent moments. "You will not leave the house." There was no asking, only telling. His eyes left no room for arguments as he finally led me up the stairs. "I will be home in two hours and I expect to find you in bed."

"Yes Damon," I murmured. He lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a fierce kiss to my palm. I noticed the remaining staff leaving the kitchen quietly as he focused on me. He met my eyes languidly before tugging me in for a kiss.

This had always been a favorite pasttime of his and he loved my reactions. When I had been newly made, he had delighted in the calmness his kisses inspired in me. He had used them to calm my destructive behavior until I craved them like drugs.

His tongue forced its way into my mouth while his hands laid seige to my body. I was not ready for his passion since I had not been with anyone after him. Unfamiliar feelings raced through me while the tortuous murmuring turned to soft mental caresses.

It was unnerving to know how much power he could exert over his creations. One forceful word and we had to obey. Telepathy was an ability used to keep us in line while his communications with birds kept watchful eyes on his territory. He could summon the densest fog to the surrounding town in an instant if he felt threatened but I'd only heard stories of that. He was a recognized member of the vampire elite and his reputation often preceded him. He was feared by the majority of the vampire elite as well as humans. He was a dangerous man to cross.

He pulled back from my mouth as he pressed feverish kisses down my neck. He nipped at the pulsing vein he found there as I heard myself moan embarrassingly. The staff members would be hovering by the door to listen in on any intimate moments we shared. Some were new and would want confirmation of vampire lovemaking. Although they would be in for a disappointment since Damon wasn't a love-maker.

His body was hard and unyielding as he pressed me against the counter. I groaned at the forceful push he gave when he pressed himself against me. His hands tangled in my hair as I struggled for a moment of sanity. He would have none of it as he swept me higher with little tingling words left in my mind while his lips and fingers wreaked havoc on my control.

His hand slid down my hip to pull my dress upwards. His tempting fingers stroked up my inner thigh and I struggled to put some distance between us. He pushed onward and I let out a soft whimper when he tugged the underwear down my hips until he had whatever access he wanted.

"Please Damon," I whispered as I begged for him to leave me alone. I knew in my mind it wasn't force because I hadn't truly said 'no'. I didn't want to spend my first night with him being sandwiched into being who I had been. I wanted to remain who I was becoming but he was too strong for me. His personality was too hard to overcome.

His thumb slid between my thighs to grant my quivering body a few firm strokes. I trembled as he stilled mid-touch and I was left with an itch he now wouldn't scratch. He pulled his hand from me and I heard myself whine. He lifted his thumb to his mouth and made a show of licking it. I turned away from him and looked to the cellar door in embarassment. My body craved him and I would never be able to say 'no'.

"Tempting little thing," he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. "I'll come to your bed tonight."

"I don't want..." I trailed off.

"We'll see," he replied. "Tyler will see to your needs while I'm gone."

The murmuring rose in my head as he strode from me and I felt his lingering interest. He would have had me in the kitchen if I hadn't said a word. Because of my ineptitude at the game he was playing, I had ended things prematurely. Had I remained silent I would have found myself grudgingly satisfied while hating myself.

I reached down to straighten my dress and looked up to find the staff peeking in the room. I felt the blush rise over my cheeks and I moved to leave them. I glanced to find one of the newest servers staring at my wrinkled dress and I knew he was undressing me with his mind. Three seconds later and Tyler had him by his neck.

"You are to be gone within the hour," he growled at the man. "Master is displeased with your behavior. You are to apologize to her."

He stared at me pleading for me to intervene. He was young and he hadn't meant anything by his look. I glanced at Tyler to see if I could do anything but one look confirmed it. The man could leave of his own free will or he would die a painful death when Damon returned. It was an unspoken rule I was untouchable from even their thoughts. As if he was thinking of me I felt the ruffle of cool air swirling around my ankles. Everyone stared at it and even Tyler's gaze dropped to my feet, looking surprised.

Fog.