Stroking a long flute sensually as the clotted crimson elixir slipped past his lips, Lorenzo was interrupted by the abrupt tenor of one of his guards. The man halted his stride a good five feet before reaching his master.

"We have word that Ms. Webber left Harborview Towers about twenty minutes ago."

Silence.

"Morgan is still in his penthouse, alone."

He emptied the contents of the glass with a large gulp before responding to his foot soldier.

"What about the other two?" he asked while still concentrating his attention to the view of New York from his expansive balcony.

"They have departed as well."

He abandoned the barren crystal on the ledge and walked back into the apartment. Lorenzo trudged casually to a large wrought iron mirror and readjusted his cranberry tie as he straightened his appearance. His plan would be executed shortly and Elizabeth would once again be in his arms within a few short hours. With a wicked grin, he surmised that revenge was a dish better served cold, ice cold.

He could almost smell her when he allowed his mind to venture back to the dream he had the previous night. Her soft skin glistened with a thin layer of sweat while she moaned his name as he pumped into her body like a rocket. His nose buried into the lush tendrils of curls that fanned out on the pillow.

Never had a member of one clan commingled with that of another. It was an ancient rule no one dared to cross, but for Lorenzo, it did not apply to him. He didn't care that Elizabeth was sired by a rival clan, he didn't give any thought as to how people may react, nor did he ponder how his actions would provoke a war. All he wanted and cared about was her. If any Ventru had an issue with his choices, they would have to deal with him directly and Lorenzo was not a man that welcomed dissention within his faction. His word was law.

He would kill anyone to have her, especially now that she probably knew his secret. They could be together freely in all the ways of a vampire. He pricked the inside of his mouth with his sharp canines at the delicious thought of finally being with her completely. He imagined them feeding together, frequenting the vampire hideouts all over the city and ruling the Ventru together. She would be his lifelong companion just as he planned.

Both he and Sonny devised a scheme to infiltrate Harborview Towers. The building was owned and operated by Gangrel so it would be quite a hefty feat to gain access to Jason's penthouse, but that did not stop a man like Lorenzo. No, the hunt was always the best part. Initially they had plotted several ideas to make sure Elizabeth was safe before they went after Jason and the clan, but according to the information he just received, she was already gone, so they were free to hunt their target without any harm to her.

In a few short hours, if not sooner, Harborview Towers would be reduced to a pile of burning rubble. The thirty story structure was infested and it needed to be condemned immediately. Sonny came through with what was needed to bring the building and as many of its Gangrel occupants down. Brujah and their bombs; they did love to blow things up, especially Gangrel sludge. This was a win/win situation for both parties involved since Jason Morgan would finally be dealt with once and for all. Sweet victory.

With one final tug of his charcoal grey suit, Lorenzo was ready to move.

"Are you ready?" the loyal guard asked.

Lorenzo shifted masterfully in his black Italian loafers. "Let's go. I need to see this for myself."

As they sauntered towards the front door, it swung open and another guard stepped into the threshold. Before he could speak, the sweetest sound Lorenzo had ever heard purified the drab stagnant air that clogged his senses.

"Let me in you idiot! He'll want to see me."

The guard modified his stance so the visitor behind him could come into view.

And there she was in all her glory. Her tight little body crowded in a slinky leather skirt that stalled mid thigh and a form-fitting azure blue cashmere scoop-neck sweater under an opened wool petticoat. Her long sexy legs wrapped in sheer ebony stockings and a pair of four inch stiletto's completed the ensemble.

His ability to speak vanished as his now shadowed orbs feasted on the sight before him. She looked good enough to eat…mmmm… that's exactly what he intended to do.

"Lorenzo," she purred as she hiked both corners of her mouth in a devilish smile.

He stepped to the side to allow her access and he dismissed his men with just a look. They bolted from the apartment, acknowledging the glare of fire Lorenzo presented them with the second she walked in.

He lunged for her arm, drawing her hard into his burly chest. Before she could even comprehend the movement, Lorenzo slammed her back into the door.

"Lorenzo…" she began but was silenced by the power of his hungry lips as they devoured her.

He jerked himself away from her mouth and fell to his knees. He pawed her legs, shoving the offending leather material upward. He then clamped his huge hands on her thighs, spreading her legs. She stumbled at the intrusive action causing her to lean forward. Lorenzo steadied her, never looking at her.

He parted her legs even wider taking in the silky feel of her thigh-high stockings. He slid his playful fingers down the back of her thigh until he reached the ridged muscle of her shin and hiked her leg onto his shoulder.

"Wha…what are you doing?"

Silence.

He didn't want to talk; he didn't have the strength to form any words in his mind. All he wanted to do was feel…her.

He inhaled the sweet aroma of Elizabeth. She was wet and oh so hot.

Lorenzo plunged his head into her center, nuzzling his nose at her core and taking her fragrance into his body. He missed it so much.

"Oh…mmmm," she moaned when his mouth skimmed her now pulsing outer lips.

She gazed down on him, most of his head hidden under her skirt. He was always so eager to taste her and this time would be no different. Elizabeth allowed the sensations to conquer her; she had no intention of stopping the erotic wonders permeating from her hot spot.

She speared her fingers through his hair and groaned with pleasure when he latched his teeth onto her thong and split the scrap of fabric in half. Lorenzo didn't give her too much time to react as his tongue slithered along her scorched skin until it buried itself inside her.

"OH GOD!"

Her hips whirled in a circular motion as his entire face sunk into her heat. He lapped at her protruding rosebud so feverishly she screamed with pain and pleasure when his now extended fangs nipped at her sensitive flesh.

"Please….oh god Lorenzo," she pleaded.

He ravaged her like an animal starving for a morsel of food. Blood began to trickle down her thigh has his razor sharp fingernails ripped into the thin layer of skin. The beast in him growled when the scent of her blood flourished to his nostrils. He couldn't resist tasting it, taking her in his mouth.

She groaned with disapproval when his lips abandoned her clit, though the fiery trail of his tongue as it traveled down to the slow trickle of blood did almost make her come. She was so damn close to release when he opted for the taste of blood rather than the taste of…

Lorenzo shivered in anticipation of taking her blood into his body. As the tip of his tongue scraped the open wound and the sweet iron taste of flowing plasma drenched the muscle, Lorenzo stilled.

He sprang to his feet when the liquid sizzled on his tongue like acid. He coughed up any residual drops that may have escaped down his throat and spat out her blood as if it were the foulest thing he ever tasted.

Without knowing what he was doing, but just reacting to the blood, Lorenzo wrapped his fingers around her neck and lifted her about two feet above the floor. Elizabeth panicked at the glowing red orbs that stared back at her and the sharp, lethal fangs that looked like they would tear her throat out.

"Fucking Gangrel blood!" he seethed.

She left the penthouse almost a half hour ago and still Jason hadn't moved from the very spot where he was about to kiss her until she did the unthinkable…she asked to go see her fucking boyfriend.

The apartment resembled a war zone with broken glass and furniture strewn all over the living room. His rage over her request and then her retreating form as she walked out of the penthouse after changing her clothes for some odd reason, sent him reeling; but it wasn't until he actually saw what she was wearing as she trotted down the steps that enraged him to the point where he destroyed the main living space of the apartment.

She fucking looked amazing, like a delicious treat after a long hard day. What he noticed most about her attire were the shoes. They added a good four inches to her height bringing her right up to his mouth. Her eyes were colored in a smoky blue hue that accentuated her eyes, but her lips and nails adorned a sinful shade of devil red that caused his manhood to rise rapidly.

She was different. The woman that he pushed away from him when she spoke Alcazar's name looked afraid and nervous, but the vixen that sauntered her firm little body across the room towards the door was relaxed, focused and completely in control. How he managed to let her walk out without stripping her naked and plunging his throbbing erection into that mouth astonished him.

"FUCK!"

He was frustrated…more with himself than anyone else. She had this fucking hold on him that he couldn't shake and it was making him crazy. He needed to regroup, take some time to clear his mind. Elizabeth invaded every dream, every thought, every long pause and it was taking its toll on his mental health.

Jason kicked the splintered leg of the coffee table that lay at the foot of the bar. The shattered wood bounced against the side of the pool table before it landed in front of the balcony door. He reached for a tall black bottle just behind the counter on a shelf. Inside was just what he needed to ease the ache that pulsed between his thighs and dissolve the image of Elizabeth…even for a little while.

He easily popped the cork on the bottle and tipped the head on his bottom lip tilting the bottle when a slow burn suddenly inflamed his erection. He dropped the bottle as a rush of pure adrenaline exploded through the head of his penis sending him forward to rest his body against the structure that was now holding him up. Endorphins popped and a charge of electricity resonated from his brain to the tips of his toes.

"Elizabeth," he moaned.

He could feel her as if she were inside of him. Whatever was happening to her, he was experiencing it as well. He was panting and moaning as another surge of pleasure erupted.

Jason's massive rod shifted against the constricting denim surrounding it. It was becoming too painful and he needed to ease his suffering. He unfastened the three buttons on his jeans when a euphoric wave stalled his progress. His palms sprawled against the wooden countertop of the bar. He could hear her staggered breathing, feel the heat boiling her blood and taste….taste her impending release.

"Oh god." He chanted the same words she sang in his head. She was there, with him, but she wasn't.

He was confused…what the hell was happening to him. It was…it was as if someone was pleasuring her.

As he attempted to raise his pulsing body, her voice filtered in again. "Lorenzo."

In the blink of an eye, Jason's fingernails extended to sharpened claws. His bones cracked under the intrusive pressure as he began to change. His pupils dilated and glowed a demonic shade of stormy black and his fangs extended into a vicious snarl.

She was with him, his enemy. Elizabeth, his Elizabeth…the woman he longed to taste, suck, feel…love every second of every day since he embraced her. She…she was receiving pleasure…from Lorenzo.

He growled with possessive fury. "She's MINE!" He thundered toward the door as his boot clad feet stomped against crushed glass. "MINE!"