Aaliyah was an arch Angel. She was an unearthly beauty that was cunning and evil, malicious and cruel. The obvious dominant female in the group of vampire and hybrid children she ruled quietly over her domain with a sharp tongue and a quick hand. She was royalty in her cold blue eyes and she would not fall for such a ridiculous rule.
It was in their blood to drink from the pathetic humans it was what they were born to do, not to drink from the horrendous 'fake' blood that Selene seemed to provide easily. It was still night, but no vampire dared moved, as the 'Queen' had finally silenced her screams of defiance and sat cross legged on a comfortable antique chair sniffing slightly. Her eyes darted over to the pale form of the dead girl. "She was worth it, Oh to taste the blood to taste that heavenly elixir" she muttered to herself, strolling over to the poor girl. "Oh you were beautiful; still are" she gently said stroking the soft downy hair, entwining it between her lean sharp fingers. Smiling evilly she reveled in the strong peaceful silence.
"Aaliyah, my love" a tantalizing voice summoned her, grinning she turned her graceful neck to face her mate. "Haven't we been a naughty little girl, hmmmm?" the tall male Hybrid flopped down beside her.
"It's not fair Dorian, I've done nothing wrong, it's what we do is it not, do we not feed upon the lower breed, they are cattle to us we should be allowed to pick them off when ever we please" she spat sulkily crossing her arms. "They know nothing Selene and Michael, nothing why should they rule this estate, it is me they fear not them!" she threw herself into the arms of Dorian letting him comfort her with kisses and bites. "Why not me, why not me?"
"I know my love, I know it will work out soon" Dorian's smooth voice rolled off his tongue as his hand stroked the soft of her inner thigh.
"No!" Aaliyah grunted roughly throwing his hand away.
"Why not, your always up for it" he growled annoyed.
"Tonight, you idiot I was sentenced to death!" stiffly she slide from the couch. "Come on babe give me a lil' would you?" he stroked her lower back seductively.
"Piss off, you fuck!" she; using only half her strength threw the hybrid across the width of the room. For second her face changed, it looked almost regretful, in seconds though she'd recovered and looked confident and smug as ever.
"Jesus little bitch!" he cried, as he pulled his lean body from the clutches of the broken wood and steel. He flew back at her before she could blink. His large hands effortlessly grabbed the soft of her neck pulling her of her feet. "Dorian" she gurgled, pain shooting through her neck as he shook her like a goose. His teeth were gritted and his eyes blurred with a inky black. Long nails dug into the supple folds of her flesh as the blood black and maroon dribbled from the wounds.
"I am your King you give me what I will!" he roared, throwing her like a disregarded toy through a neighbouring glass table. By this time most vampire and hybrids had awoken to the commotion of their 'Masters' but out of fear stayed deep within the safe confinement of their rooms.
Aaliyah in seconds had recovered and came back with more brute strength and animals skill then ever before. "Bastard, you piece of low life shit, you dare defy me I RULE THIS PLACE!" she shook as she spoke each word attacking him like a wounded snake, pointing a long manicured finger at the gaping form of Dorian. Unseen by the human eye she came to his side in seconds, grabbing the collar of his fine silk shirt and in turn lifting him from his dangling feet. Stammering he ripped at her snow white hands to no avail. "You think me weak; you think you're the dominant vampire here." "You're nothing to me, your merely my toy and don't you forget it!" she sniggered at the cowering body of her lover withered and wreathed. With her blood red nails she delicately stroked his prominent chin, making her stokes harder and harder until long rows of blood slipped from his face.
Drawing him closer she kissed him roughly onto the mouth letting her vicious fangs bite cruelly into the soft flesh of his tongue. His eyes widened in pain and shock, screaming insanely the blood gushed from the mouth of Dorian; blood curdling screams that caused the young ones to weep and cover their frail ears and it was the second lot of screams that filled the rooms of the haunting Scotland home.
But no the last.