Confliction, Construction? Or utter Destruction...


A/N: This is the most sincerest apology i can write on such short notice in wanting to get this out as soon as i got it done. Apologies in advance if it may seem a bit rushed. Partially intended the other part was due to the unintentional years haitus. Please, please forgive, read, and review. But mostly i hope you all enjoy. A~

Rated: (M)ature for minor adult content


The Pretty Velvet Doll was more than willing to let me work in her playhouse, just with promise I wouldn't eat any of the customers. I smiled to my self, seeming to be able to settle better in Holly's Woods to this new life than any other place in this City of Angels. Is it so smart to stay where your old one still comes to play.?

I frown at the voice as I exited the Vesuvius, before the Jester-Prince's voice ringing sharply through my skull, reminded me exactly why I was there to start. And that there was no guaranteed future, only the night before me.

Pain flashed across my vision, fingers gripping the sides of my head tightly as I leaned against the neon mountain. The pain intensified the more I tried to focus on what happened before waking to the bullet from the Grave Guard. What had transpired during my adventure in the nest of the Sewer Rats?


I actually can't believe she's not dead. I need to contact the guys, they will know how to handle this. What the hell happened to her, I didn't know that being turned into a vampire could completely alter someone's personality? They didn't cover any of this in training! She just stumbled by the alley where I was still standing, maybe I should follow her...


Trying to clear the stabbing sensations from my cranium, as I pushed through the late night crowd of kine, I made my way towards the alley behind the Sin filled Bin, not quite aware of the set of footsteps that began to fall into the rhythm of my own faltered pace. A lot is catching up, or coming together; my past, my present, what of my future? Not without the old box, that's what ties all these paths together...

With the voices sudden intrusion through the distraction that the pain had brought, I began to focus on heading back towards where the dead stars slept. Through the hole of missing stone bricks, and past Romero's Grave Guard Shack. I entered the mausoleum and made my way to the back wall in the hall of graves, opposite than the one holding Ginger Swan's lake.

Through the unmarked grave, and for the slightest moment I thought I heard breathing. Choosing to assume it was another trick of my own mind, I climbed down the latter and began the short journey through the tunnels that led to the warrens.

Face to face with Gary, I demanded to know what happened, at least to the box. My mind was beginning to question my search for my not dead yet sire, and despite having the vaguest memory of his appearance I would rather wait to trade those words for others later.

"Tsk, tsk... Getting careless, or just completely thoughtless, boss..", Gray's gravelly voice rang out as he sniffed the air behind me, "Kine seemed to follow you down here.. If you can clean up this mess, I'll tell you what you can do if you want that info too."

After hearing his comment of the kine, I also caught wind of the familiar scent and the sound of scoffed stone. Cursing more to my self, knowing if she made it this far, she'd heard what they had discussed. Exerting my leg muscles more than I was ever capable as a mortal, I sprinted through the door that separated Gary's "Dining Quarter's" from the tunnel leading to the cemetery. Catching up quicker than anticipated, I launched myself at her tackling Samantha to the ground with surprising ease. More confirmation I was no longer the weakened mortal I seemed to have been.

Samantha took in a breath as if she was going to scream, so I wrapped my hand tightly around her mouth and jaw lowering my faces only inches away from hers. Golden eyes stared up in pure terror, my paled hand contrasting dramatically against her tanned complexion as I spoke in a very quiet tone, my brain seeming to light up like a circuit board as the blood began to burn through me.

"Your eyes forget why your mind has followed. Allow the pasts time to turn black and be swallowed. Now let's have a bit of fun before I lead you to the gallows."

Taking Samantha's hand, I led her from the tunnel in a delusional state. Using the fact she wanted to disbelieve this whole scenario, her manipulated mind assumes it was all a prank and we are at a party. Out of the mausoleum, I headed straight through Romero's front side door.

"Lost Girl! What are you doing?", he was on his feet the moment I ushered Sam through the doors and began roaming through her pockets pulling out a cellphone I turned it off, then took the few hundreds from her wallet. All the while Romero had a very serious, and wary expression as he mumbled the last part more to himself, "Guess this is what Isaac meant on involving yourself with the meddling's of Malkavian's..."

I cocked my head at him, almost insulted by the remark as I dropped all of her stuff into a pile near the side door, before allowing a smile to spread over my face, "I brought us a toy, do you not like her..?"

I pouted with the last part, hearing a giggle of approval from Mirror-Me forcing my frown deeper. Romero's eyes wavered between lust fueled desire, and wariness of the whole situation. His years of serving as a ghoul forced his mind to analyze every possible scenario playing out before him but none of them were making any sense. And his inability to deny a woman what she wanted, made him easily give in when it coincided with his own male needs, "Coarse I do, sweetheart..."

Grinning giddily with a bounce in my step I closed the distance between the Grave Guard and myself, guiding the still very delusional Samantha to the battered couch. I'd shed her coat upon taking note of her things so she was left in a decently revealing short black dress. I sat pulling her into my lap before pulling her mouth against my own, hand tangled in her mess of curls. I heard Romero's sharp intake of breath, confirmation his sexual desires were overriding his logical side of his brain.

Self preservation was the excuse I claimed for taking full advantage as I decided to fully enjoy myself, breaking their kiss to position Sam in my lap, legs forced apart with my own, feeling the wave of vulnerability, and complete helplessness wash over her as she gazed, dazed, and wantingly towards Romero trying to catch his olive stare. But his eyes stay focused on my own, paying close attention to each move I made. Slowly caressing my tongue along the crook of her shoulder and along the path of her throat I peered up at the Grave Guard, a smile playing at my lips, "I need your help to play, she wants more than I have the equipment for..."

Back firmly against the arm of the couch, my fangs were as deep in Sam as Romero was. She was lost in a flood of endorphins from a mix of primal pleasures, and the saliva that was travelling from my mouth through the puncture wounds upon her throat. My chest was pressed tightly against her back, cradling her in place as the curtain on our interesting charade was almost closed. Her blood overrode my vampiric senses, as images flooded my brain, almost like a broken film as it continued to skip scenes.


Childhood friends, no wonder she couldn't let us go, Mirror-Me's voice narrated as I watched a younger copy of myself and Sam playing together through her eyes. Revealing the actual type of bond me and this kine once shared, before my mortal life was snatched away. She had been my only friend for so long.

Then it jumped to graduating, first days in college with Samantha right there with me. And the years leading up to meeting the guys, Kyle and Luke.

Next piece was the 2 month trip we began to plan with the guys to go to L.A. The fight with Kyle the night after we arrived and were supposed to be celebrating a break, to the groups frantic searches when I ran out of the club. My reappearance with Aaron and the nagging worry that Samantha had felt. Though what stuck out like the brightest star in the sky was the secret reason for our trip to the City of Angels. Samantha's father worked for some sort of religious organization that believed in the existence of supernatural beings. She was there to get proof for her family and had dragged me along to try to make me a believer. I had been her confidant over the years on such matters, though feigned ignorance whenever questioned by her family. But before that could happen, I had disappeared. Making her throw aside her duty for her loyalty to her friend.


The images stopped abruptly with the nostalgic feelings trying to stir my un-beating heart, from a part of me I no longer felt connected with. Regaining awareness of my surroundings, and the thrusting bodies of both the female against me, and the Grave Guard positioned over us both I felt Sam's heartbeat falter before Romero's stern voice snapped me to full attention, "Pull out, I don't want to be fucking a corpse!"

Tearing my mouth away from Sam's neck the rest of her sweet crimson nectar spilled down her collarbone as I felt her pulse stutter to a halt through the contact of my chest against her back.

"God damn it!", Romero cursed frantically, pushing himself off the couch, and out of Sam's now lifeless body. His olive gaze captured my own, a seemingly distant and angry expression crossing his face, "I just-", the Grave Guard zipped his fly before flopping down warily onto the couch, head in his hands. He exhaled sharply, trying to regain his composure on his frustration.

"No more surprises if they end in me having to hide bodies, I just hope that phone of hers wasn't tracking her location before you shut it off, or no one who might come digging around if she disappeared. Isaac isn't too happy as it is with the hunters being in town for this slip up to happen."