That night was… quite interesting. But now, I sit alone in Kane's house in some southern state in the States. Every once and awhile, I suppose I could hear screams if I listened enough. Kaylas'. Kayla… such an interesting woman.

Kayla is the woman who is chained in the basement. Kane's woman, I would suppose. It was almost the passing of the century, into the 1900's. It went off with a bang. I, with Raven and Molly, were celebrating at Kane's row house in London. Of course, our party had gone off without a hitch, until a simple woman knocked at the door.

I answered it, and Kayla rushed forward, attacking Kane. I think if we weren't all so surprised, we would have laughed at the little woman attacking our gentle giant. I thought she was one of Vampiro's gang, but she would have attacked me after *our* incident(which I will get to later.) The rest of the party-goers looked confused, but most were too drunk to even care.

Kane easily overpowered the almost girl-child, and I ended up downstairs with her. Watching her. Great.

"He must die!"

I laughed. "You and everyone else. Good try, though."

"You don't understand! He is the reason for all of this-- the pain! The pain!"

I didn't understand it then, but I do now. And for a hundred years Kayla has been stuck in that basement. I think that, perhaps, there's something more to Kayla and Kane, but I don't dare ask. Kane's bad mood hasn't been lifted since that night.

And now, I don't ever see Raven. I don't know what I would do if I did. Yell at him for forgetting me for the last fifty years? No… I'm just saddened. I've lost a good friend, two actually. Now, I have Kane, and Kayla… I guess.

Oh, yes, Vampiro. That bastard. He changed me. As you can tell. I couldn't stop him. He whispers things, tells me things, sweet things. I fell into his spell. He's a sorcerer in his own way. I think all of them arm. They can get into anyone's mind, if they wish, and I fell oh-so-easy. He changed me that night.

Pain. That was never-ending pain. I felt like I was going to tear open my belly and rip out my intestines, cut out my stomach; something to stop the pain. It took days, and I laid on the floor, hoping, praying that I would die. It didn't come and Vampiro fed me his blood and I got better and here I am today. I fucking hate him for that, and if I see him again, I'll kill him. He knows this and that's why he leaves me alone.

I cut Vampiro. I made his pretty face so ugly. I cut a large, ugly wound down the side of his face with my nails. I marked him for destroying me. Then he awoke before I could do more, and threw me into the wall, breaking my spine. However, he is my master, in every respect, but I pledge my loyalty to Kane. His wife… what is her name… Katie? I don't remember. I'm his sister, now. That's why I live here.

I think he's going to kill her, eventually, and I damn well hope so. She's a bitch, and she wonders about the screams in the basement. I say she's hearing things. She's young, cute… maybe twenty-five? Fresh meat. She'll be bone dry in a few months. I can't wait.

***

Celeste Marceau put down her journal and drifted out of the room. She saw Katie cooking dinner for Kane. He would be home soon, twenty minutes at the most, and he would look to Katie for love and affection. Blood too. Celeste would simply sit in the background and grumble. She hated Kane, but not as much as Vampiro, so she could tolerate it for now.

"Hi, Celeste, no work today?"

"Oh, no… I took the day off to see Kane come home."

"I'm making his favorite."

You are his favorite. The thought boiled her blood. "He'll be happy." She said nothing more and looked out the window. It was dark, dark enough for her to go hunt. "If he comes home while I'm out, tell him I'll see him in the morning."

"Are you sure? You don't want anything for dinner?"

"No, I'm going on a diet." She smiled towards Katie and walked out the door.

She closed her eyes and transformed her clothes quickly into a short, red dress and high heels. Her keys materialized in her hands and she walked down to her firebird, quickly driving to the nearest bar, to the easiest prey. God, she hated drunks. Reminded her of her dead husband.

By the time she got inside, she was already in a bad mood. She quickly ordered a beer and surveyed the food.

She selected one man, tall, thin, by himself. She drifted over to him, and put her bottle down next to his. "Hi, I'm Celeste."

Jesus-Christ, she's beautiful. "Tommy, hi."

She smiled at him. "All alone tonight, huh?" She read each one of his thoughts. She hadn't decided whether to kill him or not. She didn't like to kill while feeding-- it made her go into a frenzy. She didn't think she would.

"Yeah… trying to get over a girl."

"Aren't we all? Well… not a girl for me, I mean." She laughed.

"Yeah…" He looked over at her. She looks just like Amber.

His ex-girlfriend. She smiled to him. She started to push his mind into leaving with hers, trying to get him to ask.

"Do you… want to go someplace else?"

"Sure." She left the untouched beer on the counter and forced his mind to make their way out into the alleyway. She forced his mind to blur, to forget and she leaned up against him and her teeth sunk deep into his tender flesh. The blood poured into her mouth. She drank her fill and let his body fall to the ground, asleep.

He would wake in an hour or so, thinking he had drank too much. Totally forgetting the face of Celeste, and would go to find his ex Amber to make up with her. Celeste couldn't stand the thought of heartbreak in a good man's mind.

Celeste felt a dark presence approaching as she went to her car, and felt the cold blow of wind touch her arms and she looked back in time to see Vampiro. "You--" A gag was tied around her mouth and two men grabbed her.

All she heard was Vampiro's laugh, taunting her.

***

"You don't like me."

"I would like to kill you." Celeste could barely open her eyes. Vampiro was before her, in all of his splendor. His hair was tied back and his eyes stared at her intently. She was tied to a chair, her arms behind her back, tied in steel chains. She wasn't strong enough to break out, and he knew it.

"I won't give you the chance."

"You're not stupid even if you are a bastard."

He laughed. "Oh, you just won't thank me."

Celeste opened her eyes, her eyes catching with his. She quickly transferred the feelings of her pain, her torment as she changed and the ever-lasting loneliness that her life was now. "Was it supposed to be like this? Was I supposed to be miserable every last day of my life?"

Vampiro stepped closer to her, bending down to eye-level. His hand touched her cheek. "You were supposed to be mine, dear Celeste."

"Never." She spat in his face.

His hand pulled back quickly, and a sharp pain enveloped her face and her head cracked back against the chair. "I am your master, Celeste, and don't ever forget it." He left the room.

Celeste almost sighed with relief. She could sit and figure a way out of the pit. And then kill Vampiro, of course.

TBC…

A/N: Maybe I'll have another chapter up on Thursday night before I leave. Review and tell me if you want more :P No more reviews *other than Gwen* then no more story. Saphrin the Blackmailer eh? :P Alright thank you to:
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