Hi guys….its me again…I promised this chap would b good din I? 4 de next 2 or 3 chaps is gonna stray frm ro awhile...Ok here it goes…

The day passed quickly as the moon overtook the sun on its duties again, this time in full body. The sphere seemed to shine more brightly than usual, illuminating power. The wind carried…Danger.

Athrielle was again on the balcony, nature had always been on her side, protecting her as she protected it. Warning signals were never false but this one seemed strong. Strong and unavoidable. Ignoring the warnings of danger, she thought of her homeland. Her hundred and two years in her elven homeland had never given her a moment of hate or boredom. There was sadness, when her parents died in a battle with the Orcs. Fallen elves with hearts so evil that it changed their appearance to one of evil beings as well, hearts filled with hatred and longing for revenge.

Her parents were one of the noblest of elves; her mother, Anthura was a Calvary horsewoman, one of the 2 in 3000 years. Her father, Lethias was the sword wielding infantry general. The memories plagued her mind, memories of her parents. They used to train in the field behind their house, her mother riding Shiitha, her white mare, swinging the sword wildly above her head. Her father holding his sword over his head, trying again and again to pull her off the mare. Usually succeeding by blocking her blade then hoisting himself up by the moving horse's girdle, grabbing her waist and pulling her along with him. Then they would roll on the grass laughing, then kiss.

All this ended when the Great War happened; the newly developed canon was being tested out. The Calvary was supposed to hold the Orcs back while the canon was being charged. At that time Athrielle was a new archer, she witnessed everything. Anthura was abandoned by her Calvary comrades and dragged of Shiitha, Lethias ran to save her but the order of retreat was given. The canon was ready. He was mobbed and unable to escape, the canon was fired. Many Orcs died, he along with them. The canon was destroyed and never used again.

The memory of the war rose in her heart, she was reliving it, the signal in the wind grew stronger and the sound of footsteps reached her ears.

"Liitha namu oshaithi.

Khosha Hiyathu siatha…"

A hand covered her mouth gently and she turned around, it was Hisagi. Realizing it was an elven spell he reacted quickly and stopped it; with gentle hands he guided her into the room. His voice was soft.

"You don't need to get aggressive, it's me."

He whispered.

"How did you know it was a spell?"

"I know."

His fingers brushed across her smooth cheek, across her lips and his rested on the other.

"You have beautiful skin; I want to taste you, your lips."

His gestures were not forceful, he respected her, his voice was unlike those of male elves. Their voices were gentle but cold and dominating, he spoke to her in a manner close to that of her father and mother speaking to each other. She felt calm, as if he was asserting the effect on her.

His hand moved to her chin and lifted it up, meeting her lips which immediately parted. His hand moved to the back of her head while the other moved to the arc of her back, pressing their bodies together. He pushed a little harder and her shoulders rested on the wall. Something tingled from the side of her neck to her shoulder blade leading to her back, the mark she had since she was young. His teeth caused her no pain at all but rather, made it more pleasant.

His mouth then left hers and continued down her neck where it stopped at the point of neck and shoulder, she felt a sharp pain but even that seemed pleasant. The next thing she knew, she blacked out.

He held her up and reached for her legs where he carried her bridal style to her bed, the fact that she fainted was a sign that the conversion was a success. The failures would go insane and kill everything in sight until they are consumed by the vampire powers and their human minds, these humans would eventually kill themselves painfully. Not before leaving a path of destruction, if this conversion had failed he would have probably died.

He looked at her, her hair was starting to turn black, the change would be done in about 5 hours. Till then, he had better hunt, not much night was left.

Hisagi returned, cleaning the remains of blood from his vampire teeth with his tongue. He looked at the sleeping vampire, her hair was completely black, like his but she hadn't lost her elven ears. Her canine teeth had grown and now protruded from her mouth like a normal vampire, he stood there staring at her.

"I never thought she would look even more beautiful as a vampire, what am I saying?"

He looked away and hung the clothes he had borrowed from a female vampire on his time out; there was no way she was going to dress like an elf.

She stirred and opened her eyes, the same crystal green orbs, he had a feeling he had seen them before but he didn't know where. She got up and looked him, in confusion; in her eyes was clearly pain. Somehow it hurt him to look at them; it was eyes of someone who had been betrayed. He looked away. Her elven clothes had turned to ash like substance and blew away; the loss of her pure elven body had forbidden her to wear them again. She was covered in nothing more then the sheets on her bed, he passed her the clothes.

"There, you have to wear them."

A black leather shirt which covered only her chest. With long sleeves split on the sides and held together by leather strings, crisscrossing each other, the sleeves were connected to the shirt by a small piece of leather at the underarm, leaving the shoulders completely bare. The main part of the shirt was split at the front, down to the end of the shirt where it connected. The split was loosely connected by leather strings revealing a red underside. The back of the shirt revealed her whole back from top to bottom, also connected by leather straps, tied tightly. The skirt was split on both sides and connected by crossed leather strings as well.

He left the room to give her privacy to dress, she would be depressed for a few days but he hoped she wouldn't refuse to feed. Immediately when she was done he boarded up every window in her room and locked the door, without the potions sunlight would kill her.

"What am I? What have I become?"

She asked him, her face full of fear and pain. The night after her conversion.

"You have become what I am; I might as well tell you the truth now. I was never human, I once was but now, I am a vampire. A race of humans raised from the dead and given power. We feed on blood, as you have to."

"No, no. I will not, I will not. It's a sin to kill for pleasure, elves are creatures of love."

"You have to."

"I will not kill for the sake of living, it's against elven lore."

He pulled a girl from the door and pushed it in front of the disheveled elven vampire.

"DO IT, BITE HER."

The girl looked frightened.

"NO, NO I WILL NOT."

Getting angry he shook her shoulders.

"LISTEN TO ME; YOU ARE NO LONGER AN ELF, NOT PURE. YOU ARE A VAMPIRE, AND VAMPIRES NEED BLOOD NOW FEED OR YOU WILL DIE."

"Then let me go, my life is meaningless now that I have thrown my race away, first abandoned then changed. Let me die."

"NO, YOU WILL NOT."

He picked the girl off the floor and bit her neck, she tried to scream but her mouth was covered. He fed on her for awhile then he took a cup and filled it whatever remaining blood that he did not drink.

"Whether you kill her or not doesn't matter, once she knows our true race she has to die."

He placed the cup on the table.

"You will drink when you are hungry."

He left with the pale body to dump in the forest for hungry animals.

"I will not live my life like this, I will end it myself."

Running out of the inn at a speed she had never known before, she instinctively jumped from one building to another until she reached the tallest one, Geffen Tower. She looked down from the top where she now stood.

"It ends now."

She leaned forward and threw herself down, spiraling at an alarming speed towards the ground, she wasn't scared. She was at peace.

A shadow jammed his foot against the side of a building, leaping to another, giving himself a hard push he jumped towards her. Catching her in his arms and landing with his back against a wall, a cracking sound was heard. His back broke at the force of impact, surprised she stood up. He looked at her and pushed himself up, obviously in pain. Remaining motionless for a few minutes before arcing his back, another crack was heard. He straightened up.

"You stupid girl, if I wasn't a vampire those injuries would take months to heal."

His voice was soft.

"I know it's hard to accept it but doing that wouldn't kill you, there are sure ways but I'm not telling."

"Why, why wouldn't you let me die?"

"I…I can't, it's my orders."

"Its not just orders, I can see it in your eyes, there is more."

"Y…yes."

"Tell me."

"I can't, I really can't."

Here… I thought this chappie was pretty good XD pls read and Review.