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"Are you sure you want this lover?"

"Do you love me?"

"More than life itself." he breathed,

She smiled then offered her neck, "Then take me" he dispatched the briefs and she dispatched her top and shorts, leaving her in her panties, his fangs extended then he sank his fangs in the nape between her shoulder and her neck, and growled lowly…

Abominable cravings

Schuyler thought it was finally going to happen. That is until she saw a new kind of emotion flood his dark pools of silver, an intense hunger like fixation, it made her skin crawl but he sank his fangs within the nape of her neck, earning a small moan which escaped her mouth, Kingsley was growling and gulped like if the purpose of this wasn't for passionate bonding purposes but to quench his blood lust.

"Kingsley I think that's enough love" she tried to push him away however he wasn't budging, and his nail like claws dug into her back deeper, she started to whimper then cry, "Kingsley!" she cried, and that's when he snapped out of it, and flung him self as far away from her as possible. She was drowsily and a little dizzy from the loss of blood. Kingsley felt ashamed. He right away went down stairs to get some blood bags for her to drink so she could recover from the loss of blood, shit! What's going on?

"Did I really go through all these blood bags?" he didn't recall what he did moments ago. There were a mess of blood bags emptied. What is happening to him? They were supposed to do the romantic blood exchange ritual, and he ended up nearly taking her life?

He went up stairs and just thought it was better to give her his own blood instead anyways. They will be more than bonded with one another now. He feels refreshed, like he knows Schuyler even more now. She was sleeping. Of course she was, he thought. what did he expect after that little blood lust trip. He had never drank from a blue blood before nor has he gotten the urge to drain anyone as he did when he was drinking from Schuyler. He wasn't an abomination Silver blood, why is this happening? But to top it off, he wasn't drinking from Schuyler to fulfill hunger, it was for love. To bond in their own way, own time. It was like marriage though he was certain now that Schuyler is too naïve to know that yet. She didn't seem to be in the mood anymore, she kept turning away from him until he finally hovered over her and offered his neck,

"Kingsley, I'm so tired" she grumbled, and gasped faintly,

"Just drink from me sweetheart- please- it will help your body recover a lot faster" she opened her eyes and when his gaze met hers he saw a streak of pain in her gaze, she was frowning as well. He felt horrible. So horrible he could cry. What good would that do? She probably doesn't even trust him now. He ruined everything and it was all his fault.

Schuyler finally sighed then extended her little fangs. She didn't waste a second more, she sank her adorable little fangs into the nape of his throat. He groaned, reveling in the bitter sweet sensation, it was euphoria, and he could actually feel her body melding with his own, becoming one. She didn't get greedy like he had. In fact it was the perfect epitome for what he expected it to be, she wasn't devouring him, she was gently, smoothly taking his blood into herself, most passionately. Her little warm hands ran up and down his back affectionately, until she finally stopped, and released her hold on him. He was more in tuned now with her like never before,

When Kingsley suddenly felt a sense of insecurity through the bond, he thought for sure that when he heard her sigh, he wasn't going to like what she was bound to tell him right after, but instead she caught him by surprise with what she did tell him then,

"I feel like this was meant to happen, almost like I was always meant for you- my heart feels so wholesome now, and for that I feel like I have a purpose. Like I'm no longer alone- or maybe I'm just talking nonsense." he smiled, thrilled to hear her confess her heart out so passionately, now was his turn,

He brought his face up holding his weight on his arms,

"Before I moved here I was so numb and lost. It was like I wasn't living before you. body and soul move on from my twin Olivierra. But I truly believe your right about us being meant to be. Never had I confessed my love so freely to anyone like this. You were meant for me- and I you" he kissed her gently, as she smiled against his lips , forgetting his little fall out earlier completely.

Schuyler never even dreamed that she could get so lucky- having a gorgeous prince charming of her very own one day. Schuyler and Kingsley were even more inseparable now, and thrived above the whole school as if they didn't even see anyone one else but each other which was strange and adorable cute all the same, they were in complete bliss. They were untouchable, unstoppable, and unbreakable together.

For weeks Kingsley was doing fine, Delilah thought watching the pair gravely, still oblivious about his transition, that seemed somehow subdued at the moment. He was drinking regular red blood on a daily basis with his mongrel excuse for a girlfriend. Not even one withdraw yet! At lease according to Delilah that is. She really thought for sure he would've drained Schuyler given the amount of her tainted blood she gave him that evening to fulfill her plans- yet there they were all mushy, lovey-dovey tongue wrestling one another nonstop in front of the whole school body without a care or a worry in the world. She growled in frustration feeling so eternally disgusted, that she could actually feel the bile slowly coming up her throat.

Bringing her back from her dark thoughts she hears a familiar harrumphing beside her, so she turned to regard him coldly,

"Rough day huh?" Dylan teased patting Delilah on her back in a goofy annoying manner, with those knowing eyes.

She flinched away from him in contempt- "A little space would be nice Dylan" she muttered dryly, he shrugged blushing sheepishly,

"Why don't you just leave him be- I could see their happy- didn't you tell me you loved Kingsley?"

"Which is why I need to break them apart- I want my twin back- you wouldn't understand you idiot!" she growled, Dylan turned his gaze to the red headed angel of his heart he's been avoiding because of his new hunger. Bliss. She flushed when she caught his gaze, but frowned then looked away. He felt his stomach tug.

He brought his gaze back to Delilah, slightly glaring, "Actually its funny you should say that- because I do know exactly how that feels-" he said bitterly in a hushed intimidating tone, Delilah watched him turn his gaze back to the annoying red head and she snickered maliciously,

"Look at you Dylan? You're a silver blood now, you don't thrive for love anymore, you thrive for only one thing- and that's on what ever I tell you too- unless you wish to defy me for your pathetic little human emotions" Dylan grimaced at her reference to his feelings for Bliss,

Dylan couldn't stand it anymore, "And what the hell do you call what your trying to do miss Delilah Swann! who wishes to strip her Samson of his strength so he could stand vulnerable to his enemy's?" She gasped and then began to make him feel disoriented, and nauseous, she countered on him in a dark little alcove dangerously, now two inches away from his face, her feline demeanor making him shudder in reminder that she is far from as innocent and youthful she appears to be, this was a true predator. "Now your going to listen to me now little boy, your only alive right now because I see you as an resourceful asset for my plans- as soon as you prove to be anything other than just that- well lets just hope that never happens for your sake- oh and if you. Fuck. Up. My. Plans- I'll not only drain you, but will I drain your lovely red head friend with you-" Dylan was glaring and growling lowly,

"Don't you dare touch her- you got it psychotic bitch- I could give a rats ass what you do to me, but so help me god if you dare so much as lay a hand on her, I'll expose you to the committee"

"Good. Then I guess we understand each other then."

"Yes. Twisted bitch" he spat out storming off away from her.

Delilah had to find a way to get Schuyler alone that way she can kill her. She has decided since she cant seem to win Kingsley fairly, she has to play it the dirty way.

The whole year was passing by quickly. No deaths have been reported for the last four months. Its been almost a year Schuyler and Kingsley been together. Schuyler has made plans to finally prove her undying love for Kingsley by giving herself completely to him to complete their bond.

Kingsley had also asked his parents for the certain family heirloom for a certain special someone. Yes he is legally an adult now, and is waiting for Schuyler to turn eighteen on her birthday. (A/N not sure when Schuyler's birthday is? Anyone know? So bare with me for now) which is in a few weeks after graduation. His parents were a little peeved that their son was moving too fast for the girl. But of course Kingsley thought contrarily: it wasn't soon enough.

Everything happened so fast. No one saw it coming. Delilah's plan went through . Schuyler lost everything. Jack lost his Mimi. Bliss lost Dylan, Schuyler lost her Kingsley, and Charles lost Trinity. It was a blue blood massacre. It was supposed to be one of the best days of their lives. Their graduation.

"Schuyler, she's gone, she's really gone," Schuyler felt her heart break for Jack. But she was still in shock. She hasn't even processed the whole thing yet.

"Jack- why did she do this?" Delilah had to make sure she ruined Kingsley's reputation with the bluebloods, to assure her Kingsley couldn't come crawling back to Schuyler because they will be looking for him. She did an incantation spell only the keeper of the gate of Vengeance and retribution could use. She is Kingsley's twin so it is true that Delilah is indeed Olivierra. A silver blood. She's been alive all those centuries back when Tripp thought he lost Olivierra forever. But the truth was she sided with Lucifer. Araquiel refused to join him. Of course no one suspected such treachery, which was their short coming.

Delilah woke up the Silver blood in him and that's when Kingsley transformed before the whole school body with red bloods and blue blood alike. Charles was there, along with the whole committee of blue bloods. Delilah immediately used the moment to snatch Schuyler up and take her to a vacant spot to end her, but of course Schuyler wasn't some pushover. She has been going over some incantations with her grandfather and Kingsley himself as well. Schuyler manifested her mothers sword of which her mother visited her in a dream and told her she would soon need it. Delilah had her own to battle, and managed to disarm Schuyler which she used the moment to her advantage. She just about nearly killed her if it were not for Mimi of all people who came to Schuyler's rescue? Mimi nearly killed Delilah while Schuyler lay motionless on the floor, but Kingsley martin in his Silverblood form, countered on Mimi and attacked her neck, he would've taken her whole life if it were not for Schuyler forcing her self up and transforming herself into her angelic form which who would've thought she had one? She had no idea how powerful she is. All Schuyler did was open her mouth to sing a melody she wasn't even sure where it came from yet indeed it was efficient and all three silver bloods fled the scene leaving Trinity, Bobbi Anne, Azrael, and few other casualties dead. a lot of humans had to be compelled that day.

Schuyler ran to Mimi's side as she took her final breathes,

"Mimi hurry- drink from me, please your heart beat is faint!" Schuyler cried offering herself to her nemesis who incidentally came to her rescue just in the nick of time, but Mimi already knew there wasn't enough of blood in the half bred to save her. Leave it to Mimi to make her last moments of life as awkward as possible, she rolled her eyes,

"Oh stop it-" she snapped, she didn't understand how Schuyler could actually find compassion for her of all people and whip up some tears. "I still don't like you- and most likely will always loathe you, even in my next cycle so don't think that you've seen the last of me yet-" Schuyler frowned sensing Azrael's true meaning to her words. She didn't really hate her. When it came down to it all- Azrael knew Schuyler was born for a greater purpose and that she knew she had to take one for the team. Azrael began to gasp for air, she shook her head in a grimace, "God dying sucks- how ironic though right-"

"Your not scared?"

"Please. This is in my essence remember- I am death." Mimi sniffled,

"I'm so sorry I didn't save you on time"

"Schuyler- It wasn't his fault- he really does love you and though this may seem like Kingsley has been deceiving us all this time its unlikely, because you would be dead. Remember that." she was choking up again and holding onto Schuyler's hand, while sensing her twin is nearing and may just lose it- she smiled her maneater grin, her twin frantically came to Mimi's side and began to cry out for her not to leave him, and to drink his blood, or Schuyler's but Mimi refused feeling it was her time for now, her last words were,

"Take care of him for me-" then she was gone.

She was panting sitting in the memorial for the blue bloods lost that tragic day.

Dylan Ward, Kingsley Martin, Olivierra Marx are fugitives on the run.

"Schuyler- your grandfather needs a word with you-" says Charles, "Regarding Araquiel" Schuyler felt the air in her chest constrict, her face flushed with animation, and her eyes spring tears instantly.

She knew this talk was coming. So why is she so bothered?

She took a seat in the hot seat in front of the blueblood conclave council, the regent who is now her grandfather Lawrence Van Alen,

"Schuyler- we just wanted to make sure you knew that your not on trial for anything, and that your not in trouble either. Some of us have witnessed your transition before our very eyes and to say the least- we are more than certain now that you're the prophecy daughter of the light, destined to be our saving grace, now" Lawrence sighed deeply grave, "the whole council have concluded that Delilah is indeed the culprit silver blood rogue who was known as Olivierra Marx….." Schuyler already knew this. Blah, blah, blah! She rolled her eyes, she suddenly shook her head and waved them to stop talking,

"Please," she huffed, "No more-" she sighed, wiping her tears away from her face. "For just one second, be my grandfather-don't be the regent. Be my grandfather because I need you more right now. I already know this information. Hearing it over and over, and over again is just driving me-mad." she grabbed her temples, just now feeling the ring on her finger. Its been a week since the incident, so why does she have it on as if she could ever marry him now? A silver blood. Oh she is going to make that bitch pay for taking her life away and her future with Kingsley.

Her grandfather sighed and dismissed the meeting until further ado.

Schuyler was so full of sorrow and loneliness she could just die. Suddenly her phone buzzed,

Kingsley: I was told that I hurt Mimi- is it true? Baby what the hell happened? I'm so confused and I know for a fact now that my twin is responsible for this now.

Doesn't he know what he did?, Schuyler thought to herself as the Martins entered Kingsley room. She was packing.

They could see she was suffering emotionally and physically as well. She hasn't eaten a thing, and has puffy red eyes, from crying. Schuyler somehow felt responsible for everything which she shouldn't fell like that because it was not her fault.

"Schuyler dear," she sniffled holding her king size pillow which was dressed in one of Kingsley's dirty shirts. It smelt of him. She met their gazes and wanted to cry again. "now we know your hurting, and that you already packed dear, but we wanted to let you know that your welcomed to stay here if you'd like to- actually I would personally love it if you'd stay here with us. Just because -" Mrs. Martin started but got emotional herself, "You know we love you as if you were already our daughter in law." Schuyler just nodded,

"Thank you." Schuyler then felt around for her ring again and took it off offering it to them,

"I almost forgot to give this back to you both- you know since-" her voice failed her, and she broke, but they pushed her hand back gently,

"No dear. This is rightfully yours. He chose you. Our son loved you!" Mr. Martin said, Schuyler noticed how everyone speaks of Kingsley as if he were dead. He is like dead. He is no longer Kingsley. Or so her grandfather has told her. Now she is under surveillance and heavy guard at all time. She decided to stay where she was at Kingsley house.

Jack is still her guardian. And also there is another Venator team for her alone, Bliss also has some as well just in case Dylan Ward decides to show up at her home uninvited as well. The Martin's always are gone out of town on business or what ever they do.

Abbadon is still out for Kingsley's head and Delilah's head. He may had not have remembered loving his twin romantically in his past cycles, but none the less she was his twin, and in a harsh way he felt a piece of him gone until next cycle. At lease she is going to be born again next cycle. He does miss her. He feels a little lost without her. Jack, in a way couldn't be more relieved to know Kingsley will never be with Schuyler because to be frank, he was tired of seeing them suck face with each other every time they were near each other it left a nasty taste in his mouth. Schuyler seemed so dead now though, so in a way he wishes also that none of this happened- Schuyler was right about that bitch all the time. Delilah was the silver blood.

Schuyler was at home watching south park. It made her laugh. Until she remembered how Kingsley would make her watch it on a Wednesday night which was their compromise night. She decided she needed a shower. She hopped in the shower and then blow dried her hair, brushed her teeth, then prepared to sleep again.

That was until she heard a little ruckus coming from down stairs. She checked the surveillance to see Jack was in his usual post, in the front gate security booth . She crept down stairs slowly,

"Hello?" her heart was pulsing like crazy, and she felt like if something came to get her, she wasn't prepared. But she is prepared to run. It was dark in the house, and she suddenly came across a dark silhouette, "Hello, whose there?" the red eyes glowed in the darkness, but she was sure she knew what it was, so she began to back away toward the stairs, as the silhouette began to step toward her, more into the moons glow, shining through in the window,

"Miss me sweetheart?"

Ok so I was wondering if you thing I should continue? I know where I'm going now with this story but I also know that you probably gave up on it- which is reasonable because I had a little writers block but hope you like this. Let me know how you feel. Four more reviews to continue guys, which is 44. Manders21