~ Originally I was going to make this a question-answer chapter, but since there was a lack of questions, I decided against it. Anna's POV, a bit of Chaos POV. Enjoy if you can. ~

~Anna~

I went to Chaos, wondering how I would be able to draw blood from him freely. I had just berated him with all the insults I could have. I hoped he wasn't too mad at me. Wait. Who am I kidding? I still hate him. No matter what Silver may think. I still thought that he was a backstabbing, manipulative parasite. I made my way to his home and entered, still unsure of what I thought I was doing.

My mind whirled when I entered his house. His emotions were awry and astir. I could feel the myriad of pain, anger, and sorrow in his aura. Was he really this affected by me? Or was he just putting on a show? Or was he concerned about other, more important, things? Why did I care, right? I mean I hate him, don't I? My own mind chastised me for being so harsh and not listening to his explanation. Guilt played on my mind as I approached his room. The lights were on, the room seemed to glow from where I stood in the dark hallway. I heard voices inside, one belonged to Chaos, the other belonged to one of his slaves.

~Chaos~

"Master? Master? Please don't let this weaken you. Anna's not worth it. She's already crippling you." I sent Rhiannon a sharp look and she silenced herself. I usually let my slaves have the freedom of speech, but I was not tolerating comments about my love life. Especially when it came to Anna; those comments stung the worst. I missed her, as if she were dead, and my heart ached for her.

"Master, do you need anything before I go to sleep?" I was about to say "no thank you" but Rhiannon's eyes were locked on something behind me. Rhiannon quietly excused herself and left the room in a quick pace. I turned to figure out what she had been looking at and froze when I saw the answer.

There was the one who had ripped my heart to pieces. Her slim figure was perfectly framed in the doorway. She seemed to be so powerful right at that moment, I felt as if I should fall to my knees before her and bow down to her, the goddess of my world. I noticed that her eyes weren't green, as they usually were, but instead they were red, like my own. I vaguely wondered if she knew about the color of her eyes. Her outfit consisted of an hunter green sweatshirt, with a black tribal design on the front, and regular blue jeans. Anna approached me, stripping off her sweatshirt. She had a simple white tank top on underneath of the sweatshirt, though it made her look extremely sexy.

I was about to tell her how sorry I was for not telling her about my past, but when I was about to speak, Anna placed a finger on my lip. Her finger was as smooth as silk and I felt like kissing her, but that would be inappropriate; wouldn't it? She then began kissing my throat, which sent small tremors of pleasure through my body. She was going to feed off of me? I wouldn't stop her, though I didn't have the vaguest idea why she would want to. It usually bound two people closer together; it did not put a fifty mile radius restriction order on the person. She hated me didn't she? Her fangs slid into my throat; for a moment I felt a sharp pain, but it soon turned into something of bliss. Only, amidst all the mind-numbing bliss and happiness, I was fully aware of her wanting access to my mind.

~Anna~

Chaos had his mental walls up when I first gained bit into his neck. His blood ran past my lips, the chocolatey taste made me want to forget about what I had wanted to do in the first place. Chaos' ice-cold crimson eyes looked down at me, I could feel them on me. I must admit, I felt guilty under his gaze. I felt as if I were doing something wrong. I needed to find the information I wanted and get the hell away from here. 'Let me in,' I said soothingly to his mind. Chaos wasn't my normal prey, so he did not succumb easily to the words I said in his mind. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Chaos let down his mental shields and images of his past assaulted me.

~~~ "Damn," I cursed as the sharpened axe cut my finger. I had been sharpening it, as my father had told me to do, so I could go get firewood. There was a crimson band of blood on my finger where the gash was, that steadily rose to a stream of blood. I put my finger in my mouth, to prevent the blood from finding it's way onto all of my clothes. My father had heard me curse, obviously, he stalked over to me, his eyes glowing angrily. He grabbed my hand and started to yell at me.

"God damnit boy. You have got to be the clumsiest child I know. Are you stupid?" My father then proceeded to backhand me a few times. This led to a number of kicks, and finally a slash on my cheek. My whole body ached after that and blood was in my mouth, on my face, and on my finger. I felt as if I was covered in blood. The taste of it made me sick to my stomach, the strong coppery taste was sickening. I started to vomit everywhere. I hate him. ~~~

I could taste the sour vomit in my mouth, along with the blood that had sickened Chaos. My head spun with his hate and pain. It all seemed so real. I was living the past through his eyes. Another memory gripped me before I had lost the flavor of the last experience.

~~~ "Aaron, you have those freckles on your face. They make you so ugly," Kalina said to my brother, who was frowning. He isn't ugly, well to me, they are. Chloe laughed and Kalina giggled as Aaron told them to leave him alone.

"Not to mention the terrible sunburn. You look like a tomato." I scowled. Not all of us could be perfect. So vain, and yet, they were so young. I suppose they get it from my father. All he wants is money and power, our family has none of either. Aaron simply rolled his eyes and went back to peeling potatoes. It was the fourth night for potatoes this week. You can only cook potatoes so many ways.

"Leave him alone, both of you," I stated in a demanding, forceful voice. Chloe stuck her tongue out at me and Kalina giggled. They are so annoying.

"Don't worry about it Adrik, you don't have to protect me. They are just brainless dolls anyway." I let a small smile show on my usually blank face.

"At least we are attractive brainless dolls," Kalina stated, as if that was a good thing. I would rather have a brain. They are so amazingly ignorant and vain that I feel like smacking them. ~~~

I mildly recovered from the anger of that past experience, the hatefulness he had towards those girls. I did think them to be vain little witches, but I wouldn't have killed them for it. Chaos must have picked up on the thought, his calm voice echoed in my mind, 'Anna, you just don't understand how it felt. It felt horribly wonderful, like they were finally getting what they deserved. It felt good.' I shivered at the thought of him liking the way it felt to kill someone. Another memory assaulted me.

~~~ "What the hell are you doing?" I turned towards my father's voice and saw him standing in the doorway of the kitchen. My family was surrounding me, at my feet, in pools of blood. Pieces of my sister's dark hair laid in the puddles of ugly crimson. I was covered in the liquid myself. I looked at the ugly man in front of me, the man who had made me do this horrid crime.

I walked towards him and tackled him to the ground. I felt the knife pierce his skin. It made the hair on my arms stand on end. I felt so empowered, so good. I felt as if I were doing the right thing, he deserved it. But as soon as I saw his eyes, the lifeless terror contained there, I knew I had made a crime beyond punishment. I am a monster. ~~~

The self-loathing in that memory made me cry out in pain; only then did I realize that I was still feeding on Chaos, yet he looked no different from when I had began. His blood was still running into my mouth and I drank it hungrily, the sickeningly sweet properties in it made me feell dizzy. I was taking in more than his blood, I was taking in his power and life force. I was taking him in. At the next memory, I was surprised to see myself, in the eyes of the one I had thought betrayed me.

~~~ I looked at the girl named Anna, who was now sleeping silently on a couch in the middle of my study. I studied her soft curves, her perfect form; I had only seen the perfection of the human body once, and it was with my brother. I had not watched then, I had simply sat in horror of the crime I had commited.

I felt the girl wake, her eyes seeing from the point of view of one of the immortal. She had a vague idea of where she was, but not the whole idea. I felt her horror when she realized that she was one of the undead. I felt mildly terrible for changing her, she had been a witch. One who was meant to destroy my kind and to protect humanity. She didn't embody that principle to me. Considering the number of times she had fought with me, I believe she may be part Vida. I thought she was amusing as well, very sarcastic. To top it all off, she was stunningly beautiful, even when she was a normal being. I must not get too close, she may still want me dead. ~~~

I felt my amusement at the thought of me trying to kill Chaos. I couldn't even fight Jager, let alone him. I felt Chaos pulling away. We were leaving the past and returning to the present. I almost immediately was aware of my surroundings. My energy was pretty much "off the charts" and I was hypersensitive. I was holding Chaos up, he must have lost an excess of blood. I sighed and took him over to his bed. I hadn't meant to take this much blood. I looked down at him, he was sleeping so soundly, like an angel. He looked so overwhelmingly beautiful while he was sleeping. His red and black hair seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. I stroked his face. I laid down beside him and curled up against his warmth. How could I ever have thought such bad things about him? His arm extended around my waist and tightened there. I looked at him in surprise and saw that he was smiling in his sleep. I felt a smile come across my own face, he looked so overjoyed.

I could not get over the fact that I had found no thoughts or memories describing how he hated or despised me. I only felt pure love from his memories; I felt as if I should be killed for doubting his love. Why had I ever doubted him?