I am so sorry this tool forever!

Taelah: So you should be!

Hey! You can't talk! When was the last time you updated your fan fiction? A year ago?

Taelah: ...

Thought so...so anyway...Back to the story~

'Urgh, what happened,' I asked myself. My head was ringing and I could feel a sharp pain coming from the back of my head.

'What the hell? You're awake? How can that be,' a voice asked. It was low and sounded very familiar. 'That should have knocked you out for a few hours at least, it's been less than five minutes.'

'Nice to know you didn't plan to kill me,' I said still a little hazy. I tried to make the figure of the man out but my eyes wouldn't focus.

'Haha...I wish! But he made me promise not to kill you.' Finally I was able to make out the figure. I was an idiot; I should have guessed that it was him straight away...Mr Quin. Everything pointed toward him being the killer.

'Who is this man,' I asked, recalling back to what he had just said.

'He's not just a man,' Mr Quin said smiling darkly.

'What is he then? A transvestite, drag queen,' I said cheekily.

'Don't use that tone with me missy, or I will hit you...Well I would, but I don't think he'll be happy with me.' It was plain to see, Mr Quin was mad. Crazy. Deranged.

'Who is this man,' I asked again.

'I'm not sure exactly, but he had amazing power,' Mr Quin said. 'He got me everything I needed,' he said spreading his arms out wide. A bunch of men in guard uniforms came closer to me. They had blank expressionless eyes, and seemed empty. A demon perhaps...? Why would they do this?

'These men do my biding. They kill people, drag them here so I can drain them, and take them back. They also get me info on them, so I can paint my master pieces.'

'Why did this man do this all for you,' I asked.

'So I would paint the most beautiful picture of you,' he said smirking. He strutted up to me. 'You are a lovely and unique subject,' he said trailing a finger from my cat ears to my chin.

'Nice to know,' I said sarcastically.

'Cleo...Cleo...you...okay,' Lilia's voice said, coming out of the ear piece. Her voice was all crackly and only a few words came through.

He's interfering with my communication devise. Mr. Quin walked towards his painting and began to paint. I looked around, noticing that none of the men moved when I tried to remove the rope that was binding my hands to the chair. This guy must have some power to do this to a bunch of grown men...I can't feel their soul presence...could they be truly empty?

'Call Sebastian...If...don't answer...come...five minutes,' Lilia said worried. Thank God. I'll just wait for Sebastian; maybe try to get something out of this lunatic.

'Hhhmmm...Something's missing,' Mr Quin sighed.

'What's missing,' I asked suspiciously.

'That thing...'

'Thing...?'

'That thing that draws people to my paintings with its beauty and strength of colour...I promised I wouldn't hurt you, but I think it's for the greater good.' Mr Quin turned to face me his eyes filled with greed. 'I need a little bit of blood.'

Screw waiting for Sebastian, I'm bailing. I quickly gathered my strength and ripped the rest of the ropes off. Oh...shouldn't move to fast, still sore and dizzy from that head blow...

'Get her,' Mr Quin yelled. The vacant men turned towards me and tried to hold me down. I managed to kick one of the men to the floor and turned to smirk at Mr Quin. I felt as if the world had slowed down.

Mr Quin was holding a large needle in his hand, ready to poke into my skin. I couldn't move. I knew I had to...I knew I could shake those losers off, but I was scared. My body began shaking, my eyes watered as memories...Horrible memories, of that place flashed before my eyes. Needles, injections...I had always been scared of them. My mother used to have to hold my hand every time we went to get a flu shot. But that didn't compare to the fear that had grown over those days, months, years at that hell hole. Those injections killed her. Her body couldn't take it. They also killed me a little inside, every shot was a reminder of her death and that I was just a test subject. I melted to the floor and the men grabbed my hands and arms to hold me still. Mr Quin walked towards me.

'It's alright dear. I'll only take a little.'

'...No...Stop,' I squeaked out. 'Please...Se...Sebastian-SEBASTIAN,' I finally managed to scream out.

All the sudden the glass of one of the studio's windows smashed. Sebastian had jumped through the window and ran to me only half a second after I had called his name.

'Cleo, are you alright,' he asked getting on his knees after throwing the men out of the way.

'...Yeah,' I lied, pulling a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

'Well,' Sebastian said standing up. 'First I'll deal with these men, then I'll take you and my mistress back home.'

'Get him,' Mr Quin yelled, pointing at Sebastian. The men all sprang at Sebastian, only to rebound off him and onto the floor. Slowly they got up and attacked him again. Sebastian a pile of knifes from the kitchen into the attackers heads.

'Seems that the best way to stop them is to just aim for the head and heart,' Sebastian stated. 'Know where is Mr Quin,' Sebastian asked himself looking around the room. 'Oh dear, seems as if I let him escape through the window while I was dealing with the others.' Something told me that Sebastian allowed him to escape, probably to make the kill more thrilling. In one graceful movement Sebastian bent down and swooped me up and held me bridal style in his arms. 'Let's go, Kitten,' he said soothingly. I held onto him tightly as he jumped through the window and toward Mr Quin.

Sebastian quickly caught up to Mr Quin who was being held at gun point by Lilia and was about to be cuffed by Daniel.

'You're going to jail mate,' Daniel mumbled. Lilia looked up at me and gasped.

'Cleo, are you okay,' she asked running towards me.

'She isn't hurt, just had a little shock. Seems as though she has a phobia of needles, a server one at that,' Sebastian said, allowing me to hop out of his arms.

'I'm fine,' I whispered.

'Not for long,' Mr Quin whispered.

'What,' I said, my voice croaking. Mr Quin smiled darkly.

'Not for long,' he repeated louder. All the sudden the thumps of an army entered my hearing range. I spun around and saw lines after lines of these soulless creatures surround us. 'Bring out your true force my minions!'

'Shit, there are so many,' Daniel said pulling out his gun. I pulled out my throwing knifes, despite still being extremely dizzy and in shock; I refused to go down without a fight.

'COME AT ME,' I yelled. And they did. Hoards of them ran towards us, as we all prepared our weapons to attack.

'Sebastian,' Lilia yelled looking at him. I could tell what she was thinking. None of us could go to our full potential or even partly with Daniel around.

'Don't worry milady, all will be alright. I have a plan,' he said smoothly. Just as he finished his sentence I heard shots firing from the roof near us. I looked up to see Rin and a girl next to him, both were holding guns. I guessed that the girl next to him was Mary, his sister, as she looked sort of like him. She had her red hair pulled up in a long pony tail, her eye shape was the opposite of Rin's round doe eyes. They were more like a cat's eye, with the way they slanted inwards. She had a very solemn, serious expression on her face, and she wore a tight fitting maid uniform that complemented her hour glass figure.

She aimed her gun at a group of attackers, hitting each of them in the forehead perfectly. Rin made his way off the roof building and took of his glasses. Unlike his sister, it seemed he preferred shooting at a closer range. He used two pistols, one on each hand, to shoot his way to Lilia.

'Get the others out of here; Mary and I can hold them off until the others get here.' Lilia looked towards Sebastian who was already making his way towards me. She nodded and ran to Daniel.

'Let's go,' she ordered both men. 'Good luck,' she said to Rin. Daniel and Lilia started fighting their way through the men and to the car.

'Let's go Cleo,' Sebastian said. 'Here, I'll carry you.'

'No, I'll be fine,' I whispered.

'Cleo, you can barely hold yourself up,' he said noticing me swaying back and forth.

'I'll be fine,' I yelled, starting to run. I only got up to five steps before I collapsed into Sebastian's ready arms.