A/N: SO SORRY I haven't wrote in a long time!

Vigo

The rush of the energy drinks made my hands shake as I had to try and force the human off of my mind. I growled to myself. "Damn it." I spat, crushing an empty can and throwing it cross the room. "God damn it, I need that damned blood but how am I going to get to her with him in the way." I mumbled to myself aggressively.
"Who my master?" My servant asked.
"Your child, Amy." I replied gruffly, snatching another energy drink, my fifth one in ten minutes. I chugged about a quarter of the can. "I need to get to her."
"Why my lord? She's just a spoiled brat, and is a nobody."
"I need her blood, it's my drug, my addiction." I spat at him.
"If I did get her.. what would I get in return?"
"You are immortal, what more could you ask for?" I smirked at him.
"True.. but show me more of your ways." He urged.
"Fine," I said annoyed with his.. begging and constant asking.
"I'll call my.. ex-wife-"
"No, kidnap her.. Alexander 'the great' mustn't know." I teased Alexander's name and I laughed at myself then glared at my servant when he was still there. "No go!" I snapped.
He was gone, and I chugged the rest of the can... my fangs aching to dig into the tender flesh.

Amy

A hand was clasped on my mouth as I struggled beneath the strong person's arms. What was going on? My legs flailed around as another around snaked around my legs.
"Stop moving little bitch... or he gets it.." A familiar voice threatened me.
My eyes eye widened as I figured out who was holding me. "Alexander!" I screamed muffled through my father's hand. But there was no response. Where was Alexander, he was holding me not to long ago. Being carried by my father, I watched as he jumped out the window in my room. He was running, my eyes stayed locked on my window and there stood Alexander, with a face of pure shock.
"I'll get you Amy! I swear on it!" Alexander shouted cupping his hands around his mouth. I felt the rope around my legs and hands. As I was thrown in the trunk of my father's Honda I looked at him with horror seeing his bright red eyes and fangs. "You can't do this!" I screamed while he slammed the trunk. I thrashed around in the trunk trying to escape but in the process I gave myself rope burn from the tight ropes. I started sobbing, I was scared. My father never called me a bitch, was that how he truly felt?

A/N: Ta-da! Chapter done! Here you go.. like I said I AM SOOO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! School caught up to me and my computer had technical difficulties. BUUUUUT IM BACK FROM THE DEAD! I love you all, seriously... like no joke. I LOVE YOU ALL! I might even post andother chapter today just for you guys ;3 ~isfantasyandlovereal