Hey guys! Sorry for the LONG and ridiculous delay. Life happened. My bad. I haven't forgotten this story! I've had to write a page here and there over the span of like, 10 months. It's ridiculous. I decided, since I'm working on it frequently again, to post a chapter now and I'll update again in a few weeks or so with the second installment. HUGE THANK YOU to all who have remained faithful and PM'd me on several occasions (I need nudges now and then). You are awesome. Yes, you.


"C'mon, Rose. Don't do this…" Scorpius watched as black blood poured from his wrist and spilled over Rose's purpling lips. "Drink! For fucks sake, just drink…"

She wasn't breathing. She was falling from his grasp and fast. Her heart had stopped – and the window of turning her into a Vampire was quickly dimming.

And Scorpius' blood was close to running out.

If she didn't stir soon, he would completely deplete himself in the process of trying to save her, and in turn would cease to exist himself.

He was going to save her, or they would both die in the process.

Her options weren't great – she would die an innocent, at the cost of his war. A war which she would never have been a part of, had he not been curious about the girl.

And vice versa.

He tried to keep her out of it – but the stubborn lass refused to back down.

Because he failed, her life was forever ruined.

One way or the other.


Rose awoke with a sharp inhale – her eyes fluttering open for what felt like the first time in centuries.

She went to push herself up to a seated position, but paused as her hand landed on satin sheets. These sheets were not her own. Her eyes gazed upon her surroundings and realized she didn't recognize a single one of the items in this room.

Where am I?

And then it hit her. A thirst like she had never felt before. It was so sharp and searing that she clutched her stomach and dry heaved over the bed. The bed that she didn't recognize, in a room she had never seen before.

Where the hell am I?

Rose could hear the faint sound of a bass beat bumping – music.

She wasn't alone in this house.

With a newfound burst of energy, she feebly pulled herself to a standing position, feet situated on the smooth, mahogany colored, wood floors. Her stomach was aching terribly, but she was determined to figure out where the fuck she was.

And what happened to her to make her feel like she got stampeded by a Parliament of Dragons.

She pushed open the dense wooden door and poked her head out. The hallway was dark and adorned with candlelit wall sconces, an ornate oriental carpet runner led her like a path towards the stairwell – a broad, slow spiral that opened into the main foyer. Glass inlaid front doors welcomed her, as did the darkness of the night peeking through them. A giant chandelier lit the entrance above her, archaic yet still absolutely stunning. A round table with a large bouquet of fresh-cut flowers stood in the entranceway just to the right of the stairs, breaking up the vast room with a welcoming piece of furniture and the scent of garden-fresh blossoms.

"This way." Scorpius appeared in front of Rose in the blink of an eye. She gasped, but didn't have time to say anything as he led her to the room to the left of the stairwell, which clearly was the dining room. A mahogany table, seated for what appeared to be 20, stood grandly before her. As did the waiting faces of the Brothers and some strangers she never met before.

Scorpius pulled a chair out for Rose to sit in. She obliged silently, hoping that Scorpius took the chair next to her.

He did.

Silence spread around the room, causing an awkward tension. Rose kept glancing at Scorpius for direction, but he offered none. He stared down at the bare table with emptiness in his silver eyes.

Rose couldn't take it anymore. She looked away from Scorpius and met the gaze of everyone else at the table. Cold. Stone-like. And utterly silent.

"Hi." Rose offered sheepishly, but not a face shifted and not a breath was taken.

Okay, then. Good talk.

"Erm, where's the food? What's on the menu tonight?" Rose tried to break the silence once more, and finally Jonathan moved.

"That's up to Scorpius." Jonathan replied evenly. Scorpius didn't do a thing.

"Darling, there are a few things on the menu tonight." A pale woman with long fingers and a poised posture spoke with a manicured voice. "Take your pick." She motioned to the people sitting on her side of the table – across from Rose and the rest of the Brothers. And Scorpius.

Rose paled. "You mean…"

"Stop playing stupid, Rose. You know you're different now." Scorpius snarled, "You're a Vampire. Put two and two together and just choose somebody you'd like to feed from."

Rose knew he was right, but didn't want to hear it. No friggin way. A Vampire? She was fine learning about them, but how the hell was she supposed to be one of them?

"I – first of all Scorpius, you don't need to be so rude. Talk to me with some respect, will you?" Rose chastised squarely, "Second of all, I don't have fangs. So there's no way I'm a Vampire. Yet."

"Go hover over one of their wrists and you'll find out quickly that you do, in fact, have fangs." Jonathan amended before tensions rose even more. "It takes some getting used to, but it'll come naturally."

"There's nothing natural about this." Rose spat.

"Everybody just calm down." Darick crossed through the entryway and took a seat at the head of the table. "Rose – you need to eat or you won't continue the change. You'll die. Again. Please choose someone and take their vein. Scorpius – lose the attitude and feed yourself. You and I need to have a discussion afterwards."

"Fine. But you're the ones who got me into this; you're going to teach me how to be…a Vampire." Rose huffed as she stood and circled the table to the other side. "I choose him."

Rose stood behind a dark-haired, tanned skin, boy around her age. His features were chiseled, lips ripe, eyes green. Most of the girls in her year would be swooning all over him. Rose agreed he was attractive, but the thought of drinking from him made her all the more disgusted with this whole idea. She would never view ordinary people the same way again.

She realized her thoughts were much like those of Pureblooded descent.

"Vein please." Rose demanded and the boy obliged silently, extending his wrist for her use. Rose gulped. She hated blood. She hated the sight of it, the coppery scent of it, everything about it. Yet it was now her lifeline?

This would take some getting used to.

She stared down at his pulse and sure enough, fangs popped loose and protruded over her bottom lip. She knew all eyes were on her, and wasn't this uncomfortable.

Well, most eyes. Scorpius wouldn't even look up at her. His hands were balled into fists and settled on the table. She swore she could hear a faint and low growl coming from his direction.

Enough was enough. She eyed the boy's wrist and sank her fangs in. Crimson blood flowed evenly as she sucked it down. It didn't taste anything like she thought it would – in fact, his blood was absolutely delicious. Intoxicating, even. Rose moaned from the satisfying feeling of it.

"You've taken enough!" Scorpius finally broke the silence, fists slamming against the tabletop. Rose broke from the boys' wrist and stared in shock at Scorpius.

Darick sat silently at the head of the table – watching.

"How do I...um, heal him?" Rose questioned as the boys wrist continued to bleed.

"Trace your tongue across his wrist." Darick ordered.

Rose did as she was told. His wounds healed quickly as she stared in amazement.

"Jonathan, can you show Rose to her room – and Scorpius, feed." Darick spoke with power, and everybody did as they were told. Jonathan excused himself from the table and waited for Rose to fall by his side. Scorpius clenched his teeth and stood, Rose assumed that he was going to choose that perfectly manicured female to feed from.

And didn't that just make her blood boil.


Jonathan led Rose back to the foreign room she woke up in. He closed the door gently behind him as Rose stood there blankly. Her veins felt like they were buzzing – she needed to run. Fly. Gallop. Whatever it took to expend this energy. And to get the self-imposed image of Scorpius feeding off that young, gorgeous girl out of her mind.

She resigned herself to cleaning and rearranging the room – after all, they did mention that it was hers and she didn't like the way it was laid out.

The king sized solid mahogany bed would be an issue to move. She pushed against the post at the foot of the bed and it slid 3 feet.

Super strength. She could get used to this.

With a newfound smile, she set to work repositioning everything in the room.


Scorpius situated himself in the deep ebony, leather lounge chair in the formal library. Darick paced the space behind the oversized executive desk, hands clasped behind his back.

"You defied me." Darick's voice was soft, but the dangerous undertone didn't go unnoticed.

Scorpius scoffed and turned his head towards the fireplace located next to him. "You knew it was bound to happen – if not from me, then from one of the other Brothers."

"You took a chance you shouldn't have. It could have killed you." Darick replied evenly, "You're my son. I cannot lose you. But her? Who is she to you, that you would risk your life to save her?"

"But I didn't." Scorpius sneered, "She's dead. She one of us now."

The reality of that statement sunk into both of the men.

"You're bonded to her." Darick broke the thick silence.

"Bullshit."

"When you finally take her, the bond will be completed." Darick ignored the protest.

"That's not gonna happen."

"Accept it, Scorpius." Darick reprimanded with a stern tone; tired of the young boys' attitude. "Your brothers will experience it eventually, so lead by example."

"And where's your bonded, Darick?" Scorpius snapped before thinking.

Darick stared at him darkly.

"Enough with you. Leave." Darick looked away as Scorpius swept out of the room and slammed the door behind him. Darick stood alone in the office as he struggled to keep the memories of his beloved from flooding his mind.

He had to stay focused and see his centuries-laden plan come to fruition.


Rose was satisfied with how her room now looked – not a single thing was left in its' original place. Her body was buzzing with energy – her mind a flurry of thoughts and emotions. She needed to keep moving, keep thinking, keep talking, keep…

Oh hell, what she really needed to do was sit the fuck down and take all of this in.

"I can't." Rose spoke aloud to herself as she defied her own instincts. "Let's see what else this mansion has hiding behind its' doors…"

She checked her appearance in the mirror – you know, just in case she ran into somebody attractive.

Which was absolutely everybody in this Merlin-fucked house.

"Including you." She giggled as she poked at her face. Her skin was blemish-less, ripe with a natural rosy glow. Her lips seemed plumper and deeper in color. Her eyes shone a violent hue of amber. Her hair seemed more supple, plush, and naturally wavy; cascading down her back in loose curls. Her senses were alight, her confidence boosted.

She was a Vampire. A fucking Vampire.

Albus is going to kill me if I don't turn him.

"You won't be turning anybody, Rose." Rose spun to face Scorpius, bathed in the shadow of the doorway. He took two heavy steps into her room and glanced around. Hands nonchalantly shoved into his black pants' pockets, he nodded. "I like what you've done with the place."

"You can read my thoughts?" Rose questioned.

"I can now. Couldn't before." Scorpius answered easily, "You have my blood in you."

That's not all I want in me. Rose blushed at her own thoughts.

Shit. Could he read that?

By the way he was staring at her –hungry with darkened eyes – she knew he could.

"Your sex drive increases exponentially as a Vampire. You'll learn to control your thoughts." Scorpius let the words roll off his tongue easily. His voice smooth and thick like…like caramel.

Rose hoped she could control them right-fucking-now. But with the way he leaned sensually against the hard wall, hands deep in his pockets, hair falling over his right eye, staring at her like that, she wasn't sure she could ever stop thinking about him in that way.

Fuck those girls who got to see him locked in a moment of ecstatic pleasure.

"Merlin's balls, I'm sorry." Rose pressed her fingers against her temples and tore her gaze from the fuckable-Scorpius.

"I'm not." Scorpius replied before he thought about his answer. His body was screaming for him to ravage her – take her on that giant bed. He could be on top of her in less than 2 seconds flat at this distance; hands stitched into her beautiful dark curls, his lips pressed against those ripened cherry ones, limbs tangled as one…

"Put these on." Scorpius couldn't look at her either. He opened up the closet doors and pulled out the only pieces of clothing in there. "We have some training to do."

He tossed the clothes onto the bed and left the room in a hurry.

Rose felt the tension in the air leave with Scorpius – it left her with a sense of emptiness.

She crossed to the bed and handled the clothing. Black. All black.

Black fitted cargo pants with a black racerback tank top.

And look at that – her very own pair of black combat shitkickers lay tucked away in the foot of her closet.

Rose quickly dressed herself, eager to see the transformation she was undergoing.

She was going to be one of them.

She is one of them.


"All students have been accounted for – except for Nott, Zabini, Goyle, Malfoy….and Rose Weasley." A Professor announced at the table. Several other professors surrounded the meeting table – along with the Headmaster.

"Weasley, you said?" Professor Longbottom questioned. "Why would she be missing? Perhaps she's holed up in the library, nose-deep in books. Have you checked there?"

"We've checked everywhere. She's not in the castle. She's not on the grounds. She's missing."

"Has Albus heard from her?" Professor Longbottom persisted.

"Not sure."

"Well make sure. Get him in here." Professor Longbottom wasn't going to give up hope on Rose. To him, this was personal. He was close to the family. He considered her a niece.

"Noted."

"Do you think it's possible that they kidnapped her? Being Head Girl and all, she has certain privileges around the castle. Areas only she can enter, etc. Could they be planning something? Using her?" Another Professor questioned.

Silence stretched as they pondered the possibility.

"There was a skirmish, remember?" Professor Longbottom spoke once again, "The Pureblooded boys were fighting someone. It took place around students – has everybody forgotten this? Perhaps Rose was hurt and they took her with them somewhere. Where do they live?"

"According to our source, no longer with their parents."

"Then who are they staying with, if not their parents?"

"We aren't sure."

"Come on guys, this is an open investigation now. Let's get moving – in the Muggle world, you have 48 hours to collect evidence and question witnesses before things start getting blurry. It's already been 32 hours since the attack. Let's get a handle on this situation." Professor Longbottom stood and moved from the table, to everyone's surprise.

"Well, Neville. You can lead this investigation." The Headmaster proposed, "Clearly you have some expertise in this. Though, I'm wondering how…"

"I read a lot." Neville replied before exiting the room with a sweep of his cape.


Rose didn't look half-bad in her new outfit. It fit her in all the right places, yet still gave her an edgy appearance. She pulled her hair back into a messy bun – a few rebellious curls fell loosely around her face.

Now she was ready.

She stepped out of her bedroom and into the lengthy hallway. She didn't know where the Brothers were, but out of instinct (or because she was intelligent), she decided to head towards the loud rock music that was blaring from somewhere downstairs.

Rose followed the music and finally ended up standing before a frosted glass door. It was vibrating from how loud the music was. Turning the handle, she pushed the door open and stood dazzlingly in the doorway.

All eyes floated to her.

They were fucking shirtless – all four of the Brothers.

And sweaty. Their tattoos were rippling – glistening…

And Merlins balls, Scorpius…

He dropped the weights he was lifting and stood from the bench he was straddling. His biceps and pecs were swollen from the use.

Jonathan was closest to the radio and turned it down 400-notches.

"And where do you think you're going?" Anthony broke the silence and reach down to grab his water bottle off the rubber floor.

"I told her to wear that." Scorpius answered.

"You plan on sending an army of bodyguards in public with her? Cause motherfuck…" Anthony's eyes raked Rose appreciatively.

"Just me." Scorpius amended.

"A bonded male will do." Anthony shrugged and dropped his water bottle back on the floor.

"What?" Scorpius shot him a glare straight from the depths of hell.

"Nothing." Anthony folded; "Where are you two going?"

"She has some real life training in store." Scorpius was eyeing Rose as he raised his arms to the ceiling and stretched.

Rose whimpered at the sight.

All four Brothers spun to stare at her once again.

"You feel that?" Vincent questioned. Rose couldn't peel her eyes from Scorpius' taut frame – nor he hers.

"You better take her, Scor, before one of us does." Anthony was itching to fuck something up – or just fuck. Both went hand in hand for him, and the presence of this young, needing woman was awakening that itch.

She had sent a wave of need through the room when she whimpered. They all felt it. They were all programmed to respond to a female vampire in need.

And satisfy.

"We need to go." Scorpius ignored his Brothers and headed straight for Rose. He grabbed her by the forearm and dragged her out of the gym – slamming the door shut behind her.

Alone, in the hallway, Rose was up close and personal with Scorpius. She reached out and planted her hand on his chest – tracing his damp, tattooed skin with her soft fingertips.

Her eyes slowly melted from his chest and dragged up towards his silver eyes.

"You should put a shirt on." Rose croaked.

"Is there something we should take care of?" Scorpius arched that fucking eyebrow, insinuating a multitude of pleasures he could bestow upon her.

Rose gulped.

"I – I'm…shirt. You. Put one on." Rose turned away and all but ran back upstairs to her room.


Scorpius showered and dressed quickly – knowing Rose was waiting for him and they had some serious training to get to. He took off towards Rose's room. Weird to think that just a week ago, they shared Head Dormitories at Hogwarts. And now...now they both resided in his home, where she had her own room.

Wouldn't last long. She needed to go back to Hogwarts and get what's left of her life back together.

He raised his hand to knock on the door but paused when he heard voices inside.

Rose wasn't alone.

He nearly kicked the door down and barged into the room.

"Anthony…" Scorpius' eyes lay on his Brother, who was sitting next to leather-laden Rose on the bed.

The fucking bed. There was a perfectly good lounge chair sitting next to the mahogany desk. He could have – and should have – taken a seat there.

"'Sup Scor?" Anthony cockily replied.

"What are you two doing in here…"

"Well, not fucking, as you can see." Anthony responded dryly. Rose giggled, but Scorpius only pressed his lips together even tighter. His last restraint before he decked the fucker.

"What are you two doing in here…" Scorpius repeated sternly.

"Oh gracious, Scorpius. Anthony was giving me a run down on what its' like to be a Vampire." Rose interrupted the pending cock-fight between the two Brothers. "I have a lot to learn, apparently."

Anthony smiled charmingly at Rose, who returned the same smile.

Like they were sharing an inside joke, or some shit.

Scorpius was getting more and more irritated with Anthony's presence.

"We need to go." Scorpius stated.

"Anthony was advising that we take a group trip to the Chamber. I'm assuming it's a club?" Rose spoke with such innocence.

"It's a buffet." Anthony waggled his brow. "Let's do it! But first, Rose, you need different clothes. You're going there to fuck not fight."

"She won't be doing either of those." Scorpius directed.

"I'll do whatever I – " Rose started, but was cut short by the glare Scorpius shot in her direction. She knew better than to finish that statement. His patience was clearly running out. "I would like to try it out. With everybody. I'm one of you now – you know what the Muggles say…'When in Rome…'"

Scorpius sighed and ran an exasperated hand through his blonde mane. He knew she was going to the club with or without him – he might as well be there.

"Fine." He caved, "But don't say I didn't warn you."


Rose had enough time to ask Darick for that perfectly-manicured human woman (that Scorpius must have fed on) to bring some clothes over. They were pretty much the same size – and she didn't have time to go shopping.

Nor access to any funds.

The only stipulation was that the pristine beauty be able to attend the club with them tonight. Rose glowered, but resigned herself to the fact that other women were going to be present in and around her life.

The blonde girls' name was Vanessa, and she was of a pureblooded wizarding family. Duh.

Rose reminded herself to keep her friends close, and her enemies closer.

The two of them dressed in Rose's room. Vanessa brought a black mini skirt for Rose to don, along with a white dressy tank top and a pair of strappy black heels.

Rose filled the clothes in all the right ways, and even looked mildly normal. It was the white shirt – it made her look…well…

"Delicious." Vanessa finished Rose's thought as she nonchalantly applied a thin layer of pink lip gloss. "And I know you're wondering – but no, Scorpius did not take my vein. He chose the same boy you did. Alex."

"Alex…he was handsome. Is he pureblooded as well?" Rose feigned interest.

"My brother, actually." Vanessa rocked back and admired her reflection in the full sized mirror. "My family serves Darick and the Brothers. My father is a…well, let's just say he's powerful in the Wizarding community. Doesn't hurt that he is a Vampire. Not a Warrior, like the Brothers, but a rather powerful civilian Vampire with all the right connections."

"And you…"

"I'm not, sadly. My brother and I are common, like our Mother. My Vampire father and human mother mated, but my mother had absolutely no trace of Vampire in her system, therefore we did not pick up that trait. We serve in…other ways." Her smile curled deviously.

"Have you…served Scorpius?" Rose could feel her blood beginning to boil with rage and jealousy before the girl even answered the question. Vanessa cut her eyes at Rose and chewed her lip.

"Once." She admitted, "A long time ago."

Rose could kill her and stuff her in the closet – nobody would know. At least not for a while.

"I have my eyes set on someone else – don't worry. It happened when we were 15." Vanessa appended, "I know you think that's young. But remember, these boys started the change at 13. I gave them myself from the very beginning – by blood, and soon by blood and body. I love the Brothers, and they protect me."

Whore.

"Oh." Was all Rose managed to say without giving away her current – and misplaced – rage.

"I desire Vincent." Vanessa beamed sweetly, "I've never had him. He refuses to touch me."

It's because you're as appealing as a used dish rag.

"Vincent is celibate." Rose finished etching on her smoky-eye makeup and touched her look off with some blood-red lipstick.

"He'll cave. One day." Vanessa hoped dreamily.

"Let's move." Rose was finished with this girly chit-chat session and was itching to see Scorpius again. "But let me make myself clear – you don't touch, flirt, tease, or offer yourself to Scorpius. You better not even bat an eyelash in his general direction, or I'll rip your throat out. He's mine, do I make myself clear?"

Vanessa only smiled.

"I would never come between a bonded pair." She said before she turned on her heel and headed for the doorway. Rose lingered for but a moment, wondering where that threatening speech originated from.

Bonded pair?

"Are you coming?" Vanessa had turned around to ask.

"Oh, yeah. Yes, I'm ready." Rose took one last fleeting glance at her reflection and hoped that Scorpius was impressed with her tonight.

"We'll take a separate vehicle and meet them at the Chamber. It's how things are always done." Vanessa led Rose to the basement where the vehicles were stored.

Rose stared at the row of impressively expensive sports cars – and the black SUV.

"I want to drive." She drooled.

"Darick doesn't allow us to. He sends a driver." Vanessa replied.

"Not tonight."

"You don't want to displease Darick, Rose."

"I'm family now. He'll get over it." Rose ignored Vanessa's protests and sauntered over to a fully decked out Nissan 350z. "You riding with me, or are you going to wait for Daddy's driver?"

Vanessa pulled the passenger door open with a devious grin, "I think I may like having you around, Rose."


Scorpius and the other Brothers stood in a small pack at the front of the Chamber entrance. A line of club-hoppers wrapped around the corner, waiting to get into the establishment.

Scorpius wondered what was taking the girls so long to arrive – something had to have gone wrong. "Something happened."

"Relax, Scor. They're women. Women are always late."

"Not Rose."

"Like you would really know." Anthony rolled his eyes.

"We did live in Head dormitories together." Scorpius replied, "She was adamant about being early to everything."

The distant memory seemed like a completely different life. He was sure the teachers and administrative staff were tirelessly searching for the missing Rose Weasley. Not to mention, her entire brood of family members were probably driving themselves crazy with the thought of what happened to their perfect girl.

Oh hey guys! See, what had happened was…I was killed. Wait, wait! Don't freak out. Scorpius Malfoy turned me into a Vampire! I'm okay now, really!

"You need to feed and fuck, Scorpius." Anthony punched him hard in the arm. "Buffet looks delicious tonight, too."

The familiar hum of Vincent's 350z sounded as it pulled up in front of the club. Valet attendants hurried to open the car doors.

Vanessa stepped out of the passenger seat, looking gorgeous as she always did. Scorpius passed her a small but stiff smile, searching for Rose to follow.

Rose, instead, stepped out of the driver's seat. She flipped her flowing chestnut mane over her shoulder and smiled appreciatively at the valet guy. He quickly filled the seat she just vacated and took off.

Rose looked like fucking Venus. A goddess, pure and simple. Her long, toned and tanned legs stemmed from a short black mini skirt. Every step she took tightened the skirt around her perfectly shaped hips. Her blouse dipped deep, allowing a peek of her precious, sweet, bouncy…

"Hi." Rose chewed her blood-red lip and greeted Scorpius.

He was left speechless, but covered it well by giving her his back and drawing the group into the entrance of the Chamber.

Loud, dark rock music was playing as they descended a crimson-illuminated tunnel into the belly of the building. Gyrating bodies, heady beats, liquor, and clearly drug-induced civilians were before her.

Vanessa, as glamorous as she always seemed to be, stuck out like a sore thumb dressed in her white, sexy, skin tight dress. Nevertheless, both men and women were drawn to her beauty as they stared and gawked.

Rose ignored the attention Vanessa was receiving and focused on the Brothers instead.

They headed towards a section of the club that housed comfortable club couches and low coffee tables. They all collapsed onto the furniture. Waitresses were already bringing drinks – each different. With seductive smiles, they handed each of the Brothers a personalized drink.

"Regulars." Vanessa leaned over and whispered to Rose. She wanted to roll her eyes.

Clearly.

The Brothers scanned the crowd from the comfort of their couches – situated close to the stage where a DJ was mixing dark and dangerous beats.

Rose felt her body start moving to the beat.

"Let's go dance!" She said to Vanessa and was already pulling the thin girl towards the dance floor before she could mutter a protest.

Rose quickly found her hands interwoven in her long chestnut locks, eyes closed, body moving and swaying to the beat. She didn't give a shit who was around her, she was in her own world.

Scorpius couldn't take his eyes off the wondrous beauty that was Rose.

He was falling. He resigned himself to that fact. He was falling hard, and fast, for the brainiac girl.

Who was now a Vampire.

His Vampire.

He needed her. He needed to plunge himself into her, feel her around him, see her face etched with ecstasy, hear her whimper with pleasure…

His fangs were elongating and his veins were pulsing lightning strikes.

He took a sip of sweet elixir as the song changed to something slower, yet still heavy with bass and a sexy beat. Rose was beginning to flush – Scorpius could see the images flashing through her mind, in his own.

Images of the two of them entwined.

"She's doing it again, Scor." Jonathan leaned over and broke his concentration of the desirable images.

"Fucking-I-Know." Scorpius gritted his teeth and croaked.

"Handle that shit, or someone else will. You know we aren't the only ones in here to feel her." Anthony had his hands in closed fists from the pressure and desire Rose was spewing into the nightclub.

She had no idea.

Vampires were like animals – when a female was in need, a male would satisfy that need. Didn't matter who – especially since she hadn't yet been bonded.

She was fair game to any Vampire in this club, according to Vampire standards.

That fact was made apparent as two handsome enough men closed in around her. Vanessa handled the situation easily, by drawing the attention of one of the men. But it would be up to Rose to handle the second – and she wasn't.

The stranger moved behind her, hand gripping her waist as they swayed and undulated to the music in unison. His other hand was trailing up her arm – Rose closed her eyes and tilted her head back, mind still swarming with visions of Scorpius tangled with her.

She was hardly aware of the male behind her.

Scorpius wasn't going to let this continue. One second he was on the couch observing, the next second he was tapping on the bastards shoulder with a look that was unmistakable.

Move or die, fucker.

The guy quickly relocated away from Rose and gave Scorpius space.

Without missing a beat, Scorpius filled the space behind Rose – claiming her as his. His right hand gripped her waist as his left hand buried itself deep into her chestnut tendrils. He fisted a chunk of her hair and roughly tilted her head back; exposing her neck as he gently grazed his lips across her pulse.

She whimpered again.

"You've got to stop doing that, Rose." Scorpius felt her press her ass against him seductively.

"Doing what." She toyed relentlessly, swirling her hips against him.

"You're sexually unsatisfied, and you're sending pulses throughout the entire club." Scorpius attempted to explain, "Vampires need sex and blood to survive, and you're calling all male Vampires to satiate that need within you."

Rose brushed her lips dangerously closed to his.

"Do you want to satiate…my need, Scorpius?" Rose asked breathlessly. Scorpius pinched his eyes closed as she rocked her hips against his once again.

She was toying with him, and he didn't appreciate being pushed to the edge. Not when he hadn't fucked in…well, over a month.

He couldn't deny the obvious, however.

"Yes." He nipped at her earlobe, causing Rose to mewl. "But I refuse to take everything from you."

"So do you want me to choose someone else to satisfy me?" Rose asked, hoping for a different answer than the one she received.

"Yes."

Her heart hurt.

"Fine. I choose Jonathan." Rose quipped as she tore from Scorpius' grasp and headed for the couches where the Brothers were seated.

Scorpius stood there, stunned.

Has she desired Jonathan all along?

Rose quickly found herself standing in front of the quiet Brother – who was staring up at her confused.

"I want you to take me." Rose demanded.

Jonathan, who was mid-sip, inhaled his vodka and began choking.

Anthony quickly excused himself over the back of the couch and disappeared into the throbbing bodies on the dance floor.

Vincent shared a stoic expression, probably pleased that she didn't ask him.

Not that he would comply, anyway. He remained chaste.

"What?!" Jonathan managed to croak, "Take you…where?"

"Your bed. Or mine. Whichever works for you." Rose shrugged.

"No. Freaking. Way." Jonathan chuckled, "I don't have a death sentence. But thanks for the offer."

Before Rose could utter a rebuttal, she was interrupted by Scorpius' menacing presence.

"We need to move. Now." He barked and the Brothers fell into place immediately. Jonathan grabbed Rose's arm and ushered her out of a side door and into a back alley way. The black SUV from the garage was waiting for them outside the door. Rose was quickly pushed into the SUV and Jonathan lunged in behind her.

The rest of the gang piled quickly into the car as Scorpius took the seat behind the wheel.

Rose didn't have time to process what just happened. They were pulling into the garage at the house within minutes. Anthony jumped out of the passenger seat and hit a button by the garage doors. Everything slammed shut – thick, metal window shutters slammed down around the house; as did the garage doors.

Rose was pulled from the SUV by Jonathan and everyone shuffled to the garage entrance of the house. Once inside, Anthony hit another button and the garage door locked tight.

The Brothers began to disperse.

Rose stood in the hallway, stunned.

"What – what's going on?" She asked.

"You're safe. Now you can take Jonathan to your bed." Scorpius all but spat as he quickly turned on his heel and disappeared down the hallway. Rose didn't bother to follow him.

Nor did she desire to take anybody to her bed.

"I want to go home." Rose mumbled as she stood alone in the empty passage.