Thank you for continuing sending me messages about this story, it makes my heart sing. Now before the story begins can you try to guess who will be saying the following quotes?

1) "What are you doing here, traitor?"

2) "Men are stupid no matter what species they are,"

3) "Magic, has its own laws...

4) "A thousand nights with you, will not be enough,"

Can you guess?

Last on Definitely Undead in Testing the Bonds...

"I come first, you little…" Sophie said.

"With all due respect, Majesty, but my wife and bonded comes first. Had she ordered me to not come, I wouldn't have come, so if I were you I would not offend her anymore. I should remind you that an offense to a vampire's bonded is punishable by the true death," Eric reminded her. Sophie stiffened and returned to her seat.

"So now I see why William lost his head. What is your name again?" Sophie asked. She wasn't happy with her, but she could tell she was worthy of being Eric's bonded. No one had ever stooped to her level because of her title and power, but this woman was not afraid. She was a fierce woman and that was a quality Sophie had always liked in women, especially a pretty one like her. In fact, she reminded her of Hadley.

"My name is Sookie Stackhouse," Sookie replied. Sophie stared at Sookie in shock for the longest time and then she suddenly lunged at her.

***Now...

Chapter 10 – Set my soul alight

Success is not the result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire.

Reggie Leach

It had only been a few hours since Andre had buried himself next to Hadley. Many times Sophie had told him what it was like to be a Maker and never had he imagined turning someone himself. The time seemed to pass so slowly now because he couldn't do anything but wait. Sophie had told him how it had felt to feel the bonding form between Maker and Child, the rush of the blood boiling, linking that other being to one's own blood. Many times she had said it was the most wonderful feeling in the universe. Perhaps there were no words to describe the feeling, but nothing that she had ever said truly prepared him for what started happening to him. The reason was that Hadley was no regular human and what had happened when she had offered her life to him changed everything. Andre and Hadley were the first to form a bond like no other.

A sudden rush of heat burned his insides. He felt the need to scream in agony, but he abstained. Instead, he pierced his now burning flesh with his fangs. Why were they both on fire? Why was she just as hot as when she had been human if she had just died? What was this heat that was consuming them? Minutes passed that felt like centuries and he knew this inferno was just the beginning. He felt the electricity, the shocks, and the magic taking hold of him. He felt sparkles where his body was touching hers - which was most of him. He doubted he could hold on for much longer. Yet, he knew he couldn't give up, he had to endure her turning. He wasn't going to abandon her; he wasn't going to give up - not now, not ever. He would stay with her the two nights that were needed for her to rise as a vampire. However, his mind told him that what was happening to them was not normal.

He held her strongly to him wishing with his undead heart that she'd be okay. As he tried to endure the flames that were enveloping them both, her body started feeling chilly and he didn't understand the dramatic change. He tried to keep his mind occupied with other thoughts, but it was all in vain. It felt as though every second something extraordinary happened and when he was about to start feeling comfortable with the change something else happened. Like now as he started feeling something in his chest. He didn't know what it was, he vaguely remembered this feeling when he had been human, as if he was choking and then warm air made its way into his lungs. He exhaled trying to get rid of the feeling, but it only made it worse. Then the warm air traveled through his throat, burning every inch of him.

Was he dying the True Death? Was he being punished for taking Hadley's life? He choked and felt moisture in his eyes. He didn't know the reason for his tears and he thought it was the guilt he felt for taking her precious life.

Amelia had been scared shitless and her mind raced with fear of what would happen to her if she was found guilty. Would she be stripped of her magic? Would she be locked up? Would they kill her? No, she couldn't be negative. She had to stay strong because she did the right thing.

"You will stay in this room," the man said as he opened a door for her. She only stared at him, confused.

"Why?" She asked with her fear made obvious by the tone of her voice.

Quinn smiled at her. "You will be safe here. You have nothing to fear if you have not done anything wrong. I will finish what I came here to do and I will return to check on you. Do not leave this room under any circumstances, understood?" he asked, staring at her. Though not in an arrogant way, he was both warning her while assuring her she would be safe.

She only gave him a weak nod and he closed the door leaving her alone with her increasingly erratic thoughts. Amelia sullenly walked to the bed in the luxurious setting, ignoring her surroundings and the frivolous, elegant room she was to stay in. What was she going to do? She had always been so sure of herself, but now? She knew in the magical community it was a big offense to sever a bond between Maker and Child, but that had not been her intention. She knew it was forbidden. Octavia would've never agreed to help her if that had been the case. Her face was suddenly wet with tears. Maybe she could escape, but then her instincts told her that she was better off following the command from the tall man, whoever he was. She let out a big sigh and looked up to stare in the mirror that was across from her bed. She was a mess. She heard a struggle outside but ignored it and made her way to the bathroom to take a hot shower.

Everyone in the main room stared in shock for several long seconds. Sophie was actually hugging Sookie as if she had been a long lost… daughter or something like that. Sookie was confused and didn't know what to say or do. She only glanced up to stare at her equally confused Viking. He just gave her a shrug because he had no idea what the hell was going on.

"I'm so glad you are okay. We have been looking for you," Sophie said and stared at Sookie with something akin to adoration, which was just ridiculous. Then the Queen lowered her eyes, as if afraid or ashamed.

"You mean you and Hadley?" Sookie asked. Sophie nodded and held Sookie's warm hands in hers.

"I…I don't know…I think it's my fault," Sophie stuttered. She had no idea how to tell Sookie her dear cousin was missing or dead. "During the struggle," Sophie began.

Sookie froze because she knew something had happened to Hadley. The whole ordeal had been stressing, but earlier she had felt something. It was as if something had been ripped from her chest but she had attributed it to the viles of magic potion she had been drinking or her current stressful situation. Now she knew it had nothing to do with that. Her eyes watered and she felt suddenly dizzy, everything in the room started spinning and she couldn't catch her breath. Not now, she couldn't lose Hadley now.

"No!" she screamed upset. Sophie stepped away from her cautiously. Tears started falling rapidly down Sookie's face. Her chest started heaving; she shook her head, her temperature dropped as if a bucket of cold water had been suddenly dropped on her. "No!" she cried again.

"Sookie," Eric called urgently, but she did not answer.

A million images passed through her head and then from someone's mind she saw Hadley's death. She covered her ears as if that would stop the images. Her strength betrayed her and everything turned black.

"What's happened?" Sophie asked as Eric caught his Lover in his strong arms. Eric turned away, furious at his Queen.

"What have you done to her?" he asked, livid.

"I didn't do anything. I just wanted to tell her that we cannot find her cousin. The witch summoned Andre to help her and we have not heard from either of them since. I do not know what has happened to them," Sophie replied.

Eric cradled Sookie gently against his body. He knew that Sophie was not lying, her pain evident on her face.

"Please, take her to a room and see that she is well." Sophie started leading them to the room that had been prepared for them. She was happy that Sookie was Eric's Bonded because just like her Hadley, she was different from so many humans. But just like her Hadley, she had a big, strong heart, both very loyal to their family. Women like them were not easily found anymore.

Eric, Pam, Charles and the demon girls followed after the Queen. Eric closed the door behind him and laid Sookie on the bed. Everyone else just waited outside for Sookie to wake up.

"Sookie, Lover, wake up. I'm here," he spoke softly. He pressed his lips softly to her forehead, then her eyelids, and her lips. He pierced his finger and dropped his cold blood into her mouth. He waited patiently for her to wake up. He wasn't sure how to help her or what to tell her. He held her to him and whispered his love in his ancient language.

Amelia had just finished taking her hot shower. She couldn't stop thinking of what she had seen in her mind. She went through everything that happened that evening and she couldn't find where she did wrong.

She was wearing a big, fluffy robe and made her way to the bed that had been emptied earlier, but was now occupied by Rasul. She jumped backwards. "Shit! You scared the bejesus out of me," she said. "What are you doing here, traitor?" She asked.

"I did not betray you. You must know…"

"Don't you dare," she yelled at him. "I'm not stupid or like the blood bags you are used to dealing with. You knew she would lock me up and still you brought me here with your charming lies," she said with her hands on her hips, her anger obvious.

He stood up next to her, taking in her beauty and how wild she looked when she was upset. "If I had known that their bond had been severed I would've never have brought you here. You should know that. I would've taken you somewhere where you would be safe, but I didn't know. Do not insult me when all I have been doing is trying to protect you," he said equally upset.

Amelia stepped back. She was shocked at his words and the anger he used when talking to her. She took another step backwards and he took two steps forward. "Why would it matter to you?" She asked trying to calm down. Something seemed different about him. Perhaps it was the wildness in his eyes or the fact that they suddenly darkened. Her body started sweating uncontrollably as his big frame got closer to her.

"Why would it matter to me?" he asked angrily. How could she not know? He had told her many times that she was very dear to him. Finally Amelia reached the wall, her back against it, nowhere to run. The spacious room suddenly felt very small. "Do not pretend to ignore my words or the many times I have told you how much I desire you. Do not insult me by neglecting what we have. I have given you time and space, I have allowed you to reject me numerous times, but no more," he said. Suddenly his cold lips were on hers which seemed to mold perfectly to his.

A fire like she had never known burned her flesh as his cool lips devoured her in sinful ways. His hand raised her leg and wrapped it around his waist. She tried to push him away from her, but there was no way she could overcome his strength. They had played this game many times before, where they would kiss and touch each other, but this felt nothing like that. She knew that if she didn't use her magic, she would not get away from him. It felt wrong to use her magic against him, so she gave in to her desires and returned his kiss with equal fervor. He groaned when her warm lips started devouring him. His hand traveled further down toward her center, but instead he massaged her bottom which was bare.

He knew she was naked under that robe because he had her belongings stashed in his room, the place where she would most certainly be staying. He had come to take her to his room so that she would feel more comfortable. He sucked on her lips. He nipped on her flesh playfully and entered the heaven of her mouth numerous times, making her moan and rock her body against his. He could smell the passion he was unleashing from her. His other hand undid the sash that held her robe together and when it was undone his cold hands finally reached her full breasts. His lips left a burning trail from her mouth down her neck. She turned her head, giving him access to what he wanted. Low breathy moans escaped her lips as he continued to assault her hot flesh with his devilish kisses.

"Please, no more," she pleaded. No more of his games, she wanted him so badly it hurt. She took his hand that was cupping her bottom and dragged it over to where she was burning with desire for him. He shook as she guided him where he had wanted to be for so long. His fingers touched her lazily.

"Ugh," she exclaimed softly. His fingers felt the moisture from her heat.

"No more what?" he asked, moving his fingers against her. Her eyes opened slightly to stare at him. He had never seen so much passion and lust in her eyes before. She looked beautiful as she let him consume her.

"No more games, no more teasing. I want you now," she demanded.

That was the reason why he liked her. She was never afraid to say what was on her mind, at least not with him. He kissed her again more savagely this time.

The door opened and a loud growl stopped his passionate assault. Rasul turned around baring his fangs at the intruder and covering Amelia's nakedness with his body.

"What the hell are you doing?" Quinn asked, furious. "She is not your fucking dinner," he growled.

Sookie started hearing Eric's voice in the background. First she heard a strange noise, like an intense buzzing and then Eric's voice became clearer and clearer. She stayed silent for a few long minutes just listening to his voice. She loved when he spoke in his ancient language, telling her stories of his people. He had translated one for her. His accent was more apparent when he got lost in that world.

"I love it when you speak to me like that," she said softly. He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"You scared me," he confessed. Many times she had scared him and now for some reason this fear that he was going to lose her kept growing every night that she spent as human - so vulnerable.

She sighed softly. "I've never experienced so much pain. Hadley and I were not that close when we were teenagers, but when I was little we used to be very close. We always claimed to be sisters. My uncle ruined her and she left home to escape from him. I saw in his mind the things he did to her and I felt bad for judging her when I had no idea what she was going through. Not until he tried to do it to me." She said with Eric's arms tightening around her. "Being a mind reader has taught me to be so judgmental. It's so easy to judge people for what I see or hear in their minds. I lost trust in people. But I know now that listening for five seconds into their mind is not enough to sentence them for their deeds. I did that with my cousin and I never had the chance to ask for her forgiveness. And now," she swallowed the big lump in her throat, "I never will." Silent tears streamed down her face.

"You cannot be sure she is dead. The Queen says they cannot find her," Eric said to calm her, to give her hope. Sookie shook her head.

"I know in my heart she is dead. I saw it in Amelia's head. I know," she cried softly. "I saw how she died," she cried again.

"The Witch was not there. How can you have seen it?" he asked.

"I don't know. Can we…?" She hesitated.

"Let's go see her," Eric said and helped Sookie stand. She fixed her hair and took deep breaths as she readied herself for the worst.

Amelia kept on screaming in vain for them to stop their struggle but both were equally stubborn - alpha males. They didn't want to let go of each other. The room was a complete mess. She was furious and so she did the only thing she could think of to separate them.

"Utinam hic sanguis in ignem commutet!" she yelled.

Quinn's body burst into blue flames. Rasul jumped away from him since he knew the fire would end him. Although the fire did not harm Quinn in any way, he was unable to move and it hurt as if his blood was on fire. The struggle ended after Amelia's words. Sookie and Eric were in the room staring at the mess both males had left.

"What is going on here?" Eric demanded.

"Men are stupid no matter what species they are," Amelia replied. Eric only raised an eyebrow and Sookie started giggling at Amelia's antics.

"You," she pointed at Quinn. "I do not give a crap who you are or what you are. You have no right to dictate my life. I will stay here and will not leave the compound as you have asked, but that's it. Now get out of my room before I change my mind and turn in you into a fur ball," she threatened.

"Your magic is not needed for that, witch," he called out angrily. "I can do that on my own," he said, showing her his already changed claws which Amelia had missed during the struggle. She swallowed and backed away from him.

"And you," she pointed at Rasul. What was she going to say to him? Do not ever set my soul alight? Don't kiss me so deliciously next time or please continue what we were doing? Someone clearing their throat stopped her mental struggles. "Just leave," she said, stepping aside. She sat on the bed feeling exhausted. Both males left her room, but she knew they were going to continue their argument hopefully somewhere far away from her.

"How is your shoulder?" Sookie asked.

Amelia blushed remembering how her shoulder had gotten fixed. "Like new," she replied and went to hug Sookie.

"Eric," Sookie turned to look at him and stepped outside to leave them alone. He understood her just by the look on her eyes.

"I saw something," Sookie began to say. They both sat on the bed.

"In my head?" Amelia asked. Sookie nodded. "Hadley?" Amelia asked. Sookie gave her a small nod because she didn't want to say it. "Very few people know what I can do," Amelia started explaining her power that felt more like a curse. In fact it had not been helpful at all. It had only caused pain, to her and now to Sookie.

They spoke for long minutes. Amelia knew that Sookie deserved to know the truth of what had happened that day. It was still uncertain to them what had happened after Andre had found Hadley. Whether she had lived or died they were not sure. Sookie knew in her heart that her cousin was no longer alive. Whether she returned undead was not definite, but she hoped for it. Especially since that's what Hadley had wished for and now knowing that her mate could have been the one to do it, it alleviated some of her pain.

"I wish that you're right," Sookie said.

"So do I," Amelia replied.

"What's going to happen now?" Sookie asked Amelia referring to what she had been accused of.

"I suppose I'll go to trial and they will decide what to do with me. I'm hoping my mentor will back me up and they will not be too harsh on me. But I don't know," she replied, exhaling softly with her gaze fixated on the floor. Sookie stood up and started fixing the things that had fallen from the earlier scuffle.

"How is she?" Pam asked.

"She is hurt," Eric replied. "But she will recover," he said hopeful. Sookie was very strong. He was sure of it because he had seen it.

"I do not trust leaving her alone during the day with the tiger here?" Pam said cautiously.

"Neither do I," replied Sophie. They were in Sophie's small study. "I do not trust him at all. He has betrayed many Royals. I'm not happy that the council has sent him," she added.

"Do not worry, Majesty. We have taken the necessary precautions and Ms. Stackhouse will be guarded during the day. I will give instructions to my nieces to not leave her alone with him." Mr. Cataliades promised. The three vampires present in the room gave him small nods. "We might be called to appear for trial, but I assure you that we will come out triumphant," he promised.

"Can I see him?" Eric asked. There was no need to explain who he was referring to. Sophie Anne nodded and made their way to the holding cells. Bill was still bound with silver and since he had not fed, he looked very pale. His face showed the obvious pain he was experiencing.

"Compton," Eric called. Bill raised his head slowly, he was so weak. Eric stood in front of him and then knelt to be closer to his face. "Are you comfortable?" Eric queried with a smug look. Bill growled at him. "Your plan only worked in my favor. Thank you," Eric said. Bill was puzzled at Eric's remarks. "Your doing only made Sookie decide her future with me. Now she will be as I am and all thanks to you," Eric said while touching Bill's grayish skin with his cool finger.

"No, she is mine. I was her first," he said angrily. Eric slapped him across the face.

"And for that you will pay with your miserable life. She was never yours," Eric yelled and stood up, pacing in the room as he related the story of his first meeting with his bonded. Bill understood then that Sookie would have eventually left him no matter what. She was never his to have and now she had given her soul to Eric. He knew that if he was taken before the council that Eric would win and they would send him to his final death without hesitation. His mind was working slower due to his pain, but now he just caught that Eric remembered everything from his past and he shouldn't have been able to.

"You remember everything? How is that possible?" Bill asked.

"Magic has its own laws. The moment she accepted to be like me and mine forever the spell vanished," Eric explained.

Bill turned to look at his Queen knowing his death was imminent. Lucky for him he had another card to play. "I can help you," he said weakly. "I was a witness to Peter's plans to take over Louisiana. I was just a distraction and an excuse to get here. I was part of his plan," he said. Sophie Anne and Eric stared at each other.

"The Council might not trust your words," Eric said. He had betrayed his Queen so why would they believe a traitor like him.

"I have proof," he admitted. "Leave me here if you wish, but please, Majesty, remove the silver," he begged.

"If this proof turns out to be useful then I will consider removing the silver. Until then you will stay as you are," The Queen said.

"As you wish," he said staring at the floor.

Eric and Sookie were both back in their room. She climbed on the bed after her quick shower. "Where were you?" she asked.

"I went to see Compton," he said. "He says he has proof of Peter's plans. If this turns out to be true, we might use him to prove the Queen's innocence. I might have to let him live for now," Eric informed her.

"You are really going to end him?" she asked.

"In our world, Lover, what he did is a terrible offense. Not just to me, but he also betrayed the Queen. He cannot be trusted. Either way I think that if we play our cards right the Council will sentence him to the True Death for his wrong doings," Eric explained.

"Can we…" she hesitated for a second and blushed. Instead of voicing what she wanted, she crawled atop his muscular frame and began kissing him softly.

"I'm yours, Lover. You do not have to ask," he said to her and gave her what she wanted. He made love to her that evening as sweetly as he could, knowing what she wanted was to feel loved and cherished and that he was the only one who could do that to her. He was the only one who lit the light of her beautiful soul and the only one who could quench her sinful fire.

Amelia tossed and turned on her bed unable to fall sleep. Her body, it seemed, had a mind of its own and refused to let go of what had almost happened between her and Rasul. He had come back later to return her belongings. He had told her where his room was if she needed anything.

She sat on the bed sweating, frustrated and horny as hell. Something strange was happening to her and she didn't know what it was, but she knew it had to do with her sexy, charming vampire that looked at her as if she was the most delicious of sins. She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She fixed her hair and added a bit of perfume. She liked the ensemble she had picked to sleep in tonight in hopes her charming vampire would sneak in her room again.

She was wearing a gorgeous blue, multi-fabric baby doll with a halter-neck. She loved the gentle waist-slimming back which was tied with a bow and the bust was held by embroidered stretch lace, whilst the skirt below flowed in chiffon and ended in a full handkerchief hem. She felt very sexy. She wore the matching, almost transparent robe and made her way to Rasul's room.

When she reached the door she hesitated, her heart thudding fast against her chest cavity. She took a deep breath and summoned her sexiest smile. She was about to knock when the door opened and she was greeted by her handsome vampire wearing only a towel around his waist, his muscular chest bare for her. She gulped slightly.

"You said if I needed something," she tried to explain. What was she going to say next? He took her hand gently and led her inside. He guided her to bed and sat next to her. His room was dimly lit, but she could still see where everything was and her courage to seduce him suddenly faltered.

"I shouldn't have acted on my impulses as I did earlier," he said in an apologetic tone. He had never lost his temper. He always thought before he acted. That had been the reason why he had survived so many centuries, but when she was near his body gave in to his vampiric desires and did not follow his logical reasoning. When it came to her, his urges dominated his mind.

Was he changing his mind? Did he not want her anymore?

"When you are near I lose my mind and this dark desire takes over me. I cannot control myself," he explained, his tone had hardened. "You shouldn't have come to my room wearing this wicked garment, Witch," he said playfully in that accent he hid most of the time.

She loved it when he called her "Witch". It made her feel more powerful and… wicked. She thought of what to say to him, how to tell him what she wanted, but she couldn't find the courage to voice her desires so instead she knocked him on the bed and climbed atop his body.

"Amelia," he called resting his strong hands on her waist. She shivered because he had never called her by her full name before. It was clearly a warning and yet his voice sounded hopeful.

"That cat better not interrupt us again or I will set him on fire," she promised.

"You should not be here." His mouth said yet his hands held her wicked body to his. She started rubbing against him. She was not leaving now. She was not waiting another night for this because she might not have another night. "I know you want this as bad as I do. Do you want me to leave?" she whispered in his hear, her tongue darted out to lick his earlobe. He tasted of fresh spices and that decadent scent that overpowered her.

That was enough for him. He growled at her saucy comment and held her against him, kissing her bare neck. Her pulse point jumped at his touch as if every cell in her body knew it was him. He smiled triumphantly at her and waited for her sinful lips to claim his own which were yearning for her caress and her fire that seemed to compliment his entire being.

She buried her hands in his messy hair and claimed his lips with the same eagerness as she had done earlier, desperate to get a taste of him, desperate to have all of him. If they had not closed their eyes to feel each other with abandon, he would've seen the fire that lit her eyes. Instead, he felt like he was been compelled to let her have her way with him. He turned his neck allowing her to kiss, to bite, or lick whatever she wanted. She groaned and moaned at the taste of him at the way his cold body seemed to be warming up by her sinful touch which only encouraged her further to do what she wanted to her vampire.

Suddenly she stopped her attack and stared at him. His eyes opened slowly to try and understand what had stopped her passionate assault. She stared at him, confused and puzzled.

"I…I can't," she tried to leave, but he held her in place. Her hands started trembling. She knew what was happening to her and she was afraid to look at her palms. She started hyperventilating. "It cannot be," she murmured. Tears started falling as her mind went back to all their encounters; the first time they met and how she had not been able to take her eyes off of him, the way her heart started racing uncontrollably every time he was near, and how her flesh turned into flames when he touched her.

"What's wrong?" he asked, worried after seeing her shocked expression. She tried to escape his embrace but he would not let her. "Tell me," he demanded. Instead she flipped her hands over to stare at her palms and there it was - the double line. More tears started falling as she stared between her hands and him. He held her shaking hands in his, trying to understand this fear that was overpowering her. "What has you so afraid?" he asked again.

"I can't. Please let me go," she pleaded. He shook his head.

"I will not let you go until you explain what has you so afraid. If you are worried about the trial, I will find a way. I promise," he said to her. He frowned. "Were you going to sleep with me because you think they will sentence you to die?" he asked. She shook her head.

"No," she said, her lips trembling.

"Then why?" He asked.

"I can't…I can't tell you," she replied in tears. He held her to him.

"Just tell me. I don't like seeing you like this. You are so strong and it upsets me that something would scare you when I know you'd vanquish anyone who dared to threaten you," he said knowing it was true. She was so powerful and did not even realize it. She underestimated herself most of the time.

"This I cannot," she replied. He let her cry on his chest for a long time even though what he wanted to do with her was something entirely different. But again, when it came to her his instincts were all over the place. When she had quieted he kissed the top of her hair.

"You are a mean witch. First you promise me a passionate dream only to take it from me just hours before dawn," he said. She laughed at his comment. She removed her tears with the back of her hand and stared at him.

"When you are near I lose my mind and this dark desire takes over me and I cannot control myself," she said repeating his earlier words. "If I do this there is no going back and I cannot do it without telling you what it means, but I'm afraid," she said. What if he denied her? What if he only wanted her for one night? What if he didn't return her feelings? "I don't want to end what we have," she said more serious.

"You think one night with you will be enough to satiate this hunger I have for you?" he asked. She nodded.

"A thousand nights with you will not be enough," he promised. She didn't hesitate anymore. She claimed his lips and let herself go. If fate had plans for her to be with this vampire, then so be it. She wasn't going to fight it. He rolled them over and he removed his towel as his lips devoured hers. She stopped kissing him to look down when she felt something heavy on her abdomen.

"Holy shit! Are you kidding me? What am I supposed to do with that?" she asked in fear as she saw the size of him. 'Holy hell,' she thought.

"I know exactly what to do with it. I have some experience using it," he replied.

"Seriously, that's going to hurt," she replied, scared and annoyed at his comment. He undid her halter top and kissed his way down to her perfect round breasts, her nipples were a soft pink and begging for his attention. He silenced her fear and thoughts by teasing her nipples with his tongue. He cupped her breast and sucked fervently earning moans and curses from her pretty mouth. She was so beautiful in a wicked and sinful way; it should be illegal to hold such beauty.

"Oh god!" she said as he continued to kiss her breasts with total abandon. She was so wet, it was downright ridiculous. If he touched her down there she would probably come in mere seconds. Then he undid the bow on her back and removed the rest of her sexy gown leaving her only with the tiny bikini panties that barely covered her sex. She smelled so delicious that he was having a hard time controlling his instincts. He left her breasts to caress her body slowly with his hands and his fangs. He knew he was the only vampire who had ever tasted her and that little fact made him very possessive of her delectable body.

"When this night is over I will have bitten you in every place I have ever dreamed of," he promised. And to prove his point he bit her on her thighs close to her sex.

She was so close to a spontaneous combustion. She screamed. "Oh my god!" She never thought having his fangs buried there would give her a massive orgasm, but it did. She felt in great detail when he drew harder on her wound to quench his thirst of her. Instead of pulling his hair to remove him from her wound, she buried her hands in his already tangled hair to keep him in place.

Too soon he let go of her because he was going to bite her in more places and she needed her strength if she was to keep up with him.

"Is that all you got, bloodsucker?" she taunted.

He made a growling sound and claimed her lips again. Her panties suddenly were gone. She thought for many nights she would be disgusted if a vampire fed from her and then kissed her, but now she wasn't. In fact, she had the opposite reaction. She was so turned on. She felt some pressure on her sex. She held to him for dear life as his dominant shaft tried to enter her. It felt intrusive and overwhelming at first but he let her adjust to his size before he continued. When he had finally entered her, he slid out and entered her slowly again and again until they found a comfortable rhythm. It wasn't long after that that they started trying new positions with her cursing at him every time he would stop her from coming. He kissed her everywhere he could get his lips to touch, as if they were praising her and thanking her for giving him so much pleasure. He bit here playfully here and there, leaving his marks everywhere he could on her body.

She was kneeling on the bed and he was behind her, holding her by her waist as he entered her again and again, unable to satiate this hunger he had for her. "Drink from me," he said, though he made it sound more like a question. She took one of his hands and sank her blunt teeth into his wrist. She had already thought before, once she had given herself to him there was no going back so why fight something inevitable. They were meant to be together.

He thought she would deny him, but when her teeth broke his flesh he couldn't hold it any longer. He let go and made them both come undone as she fed from him. He was so overwhelmed about all of these incoherent thoughts and unexpected reactions he was having with her, but he would not change this night for anything. He would not change their coupling - nothing. Everything was… perfect.

He fell atop of her on the bed and didn't make any signs of moving anytime soon. She was trying to form coherent words to explain what had just happened, but there were none she could find.

"Stay with me," he pleaded.

"I have to go during the day," she reminded him.

"Leave when you have to. Don't leave now," he said.

"Okay," she replied, exhausted. He pulled her to him and kissed her fervently again until he felt the dawn upon him.

"I will find a way to free you. I promise," were his last words before his empty slumber took him away from her.

His eyes suddenly closed and she knew he had died for the day. They were in the middle of the bed so she pulled the sheet from the bed to cover them both and she closed her eyes knowing he would find a way to free her. She was his mate and he could not live without her, just like she couldn't be without him. It was during her dreams that she realized she drank his blood and this had not triggered her usual curse. She wondered why but she was too tired to rationalize or concentrate on this issue any further until sleep overwhelmed her.

Everything in the compound was silent as the sun started to rise over the horizon. Diantha and Gladiola stared as the sun rose turning the clouds behind a dark crimson. They both turned to look at each other knowing what it meant and hoped that what was said about a red rising sun was not true. The only way to find out was to wait for that day to end.

A/N: So what do you think? What do you see happening next? Did you guess who said the quotes right? What proof do you think Bill has or is he lying? Let me know...