Destiny of the Black Rose
Chapter 2
The black rose sealed her fate. Whoever sent this rose obviously wanted her. She knew the destiny of those pricked by the black rose. Those vampires that draw the blood from another vampires have power over the other vampire. She racked her brain, looking for someone or something who hated her. She knew it wasn't a witch; they use approaches that are more direct. It had to be a vampire because only vampires had access to the black rose bushes outside New Mayhem. Suddenly it hit her.
Cyprey. Only Cyprey felt total and utter hatred towards Saryka. Cyprey was one of Ather's fledglings. Ather usually changed those that are stronger than her, but had misjudged with this one. Cyprey, thinking he was strong, went looking for a fight and stumbled upon Saryka. She had easily beaten him and within minutes had her fangs pressed sharp against his throat, ready to pierce the skin at any moment. He fled, thankful to be alive and his pride greatly wounded.
He must have sent this rose as revenge. It is unwritten law that she is her prey. That is, if she was human. But now, she has four choices. Fight, run, or give up her blood to him. Or die. The thought of death enraged her. She knew what she would do. She set off, suddenly not tired.