Hi Kick-flare here

Yes I finally updated! its waslike pulling goddamn teeth out, but you better like it! had major writers block R&R!

Dark vs. Light

Chapter 8 – All is lost

Blinding pain over took her senses, before she blacked out.

Harmony stirred, the throbbing pain in her lower abdomen brought tears to her eyes, relaxing for a moment before she carefully swung her legs off the bed, and stood up. A cold gush of air made her retreat back under the covers, before she slipped back into the remains of the black dress. A sense of deep loss racked her already fragile, broken mind. Her mum was heir bearer… it wasn't possible… was it?

"Welcome back little one."

Harmony froze pure terror pulsing through her veins, Sanguinex smirked drawing ever closer, but as much as Harmony tried she couldn't move.

"Don't struggle, little one, it will do you no good." He purred into her ear, as his strong but cold arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

"NO!" Harmony cried out, punching his chest with all her might.

"NO!" She sobbed, continually pounding the vamp's chest, where as Sanguinex looked merely amused by her.

"Why even bother?" His grating voice rumbled lowly into her ear, Harmony fall silent apart from the odd sob.

"See? You can't win." He said, as his smirk broadened lazily. Harmony tried to pull away again, but the attempt was in vain. He was in control now, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it.

"And now…" He fell silent for a moment as their gaze locked. "You are mine." He snarled, swooping down and plastering hungry kisses up her neck.

"NOOO!" She screamed, striking out trying to rid this demon from her, her small fists pounded every bit of him she could reach, but he remained ignorant to her puny attempts to get away.

"Quiet."

Giving a low growl, he bit her neck, earning a startled, hurt gasp from her, before a moment of weakness overcame her, and she collapsed into his awaiting arms.

Sanguinex smirked heading out of the room, where a rather hurt, ravished, unconisous Harmony lay oblivious to her recent torture.

"Any good?" Another voice growled lowly.

"No." Sanguinex replied, flicking a piece of imaginary dust of his long black cloak.