Yes... the same ol' stuff…. Characters are mine unless I mention Anne Rice's Characters… her story line such and such… enjoy!

LAST TIME: 'I rested the boy back into a sleeping position, hoping he'd wake up later, to help his father and tend to his sisters. Deep down my evil little heart told me he'd lie there and rot till his sickly father wondered in here to get him, only to see his son being eaten by maggots.

"Do you miss the boy?" John looked as if he'd regret asking the question.

"No, that boy is a mere memory to me, nothing more." My response seemed to shock John; considering the obvious affection I had explained in my story.

"Wait… she had children? I didn't know vampires could reproduce." John looked at me slightly confused. "I mean… a vampires body is dead and all, sooo, that stuff isn't suppose to work, right?" I started to laugh at his stupidity.

"My dear boy, did I not make it clear to you that she called me "her" child? When a older vampire states something about their children, it means others that they created… now, I'd like to get back to my story… you keep throwing me off topic!"

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'As she lead me into the enormous dim lit room, I gazed awed at the many portraits of men and women. All were different… whether it was age or culture, but all had one similarity, they were dammed with an eternity of living hell. Well, at least I thought they were vampires.

" Nadia?" I whispered to her with curiosity.

"Yesss?" she hissed back at me as she did a little dance leading me deeper into the room full of paintings, doors, and not to mention the beautiful candle chandlers hanging from the ceiling.

"Who are these people? Are they "your" children?" I mocked at her.

"They are previous masters of this coven, my job is to make sure their secrets, profiles, and autobiography are kept from mortals and greedy conniving La Nuits."

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"I'm sure you were about to ask what a La Nuit is. That, John was what the French called Vampires… see the word or title Vampire didn't exist for quite a while. La Nuit means "The Night" in French."

"Uh-huh" he almost sounded like he didn't believe me.

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' "I didn't ask what your job was… I guess it's nice to know that your not helpless and that you created me for a purpose." I mocked as I shot her a cold icy glare.

"Who said that I created you for a purpose?" she exclaimed as she led me through a gigantic wooden door. It seemed as if she led me into a throne room lined with statues and pillars towering way over head, the pillars had golden cobra statues wrapped around them. This subterranean structure was a phenomenon. The room was lit with bowls of fire, reflecting off the river aisles casting a golden glow through out the room. At the back of the room there was a massive black marble throne, it's backrest merged with the wall behind towering to the dark ceiling. Every curve and nook was masterfully cut into the marble to create the image of horned demon with sharp fierce teeth and dragon wings just above the headrest. The carvings were filled with a red coloring, bringing out the demons figure and the cackling grin on its twisted evil face. I guess it would be the modern day Devil. He was sitting on the throne, D'artagnan.

"Nadia… who is he?" I was glancing over at the man even though I was facing Nadia. He sat there as if he were a statue. He had deep strawberry blonde hair that fell messily over his shoulders and two pale green orbs for eyes. He looked eighteen maybe nineteen.

"This man…" Nadia glowered at me, quite proud of herself. "…is the current master of this coven"

"I meant his name… what is his name?" Nadia had a knack for not answering my questions, although hypothetically speaking, I hadn't ask for his name; maybe I was the arrogant one out of the two of us. Then I heard a sinister laughter echoing of the walls… it was coming from the young man.

"Why don't you ask me yourself Miyra?" My jaw dropped at the sound of his voice, plus the fact that he knew mine name. Me being new to the La Nuit thing; I had know idea that the older ones could read minds…

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"I thought all Vampires could read minds" I could tell the John had done some story telling with other vampires… you know… the stupid young ones that think they can read minds when they're really hearing their own conscious.

"No, not all Vampires can read minds, unfortunately, I cannot. Actually, I can, but it's different, I can read your mind if I have any connection to you."

"Connection? Like bloodline?" John gave me another confused look, unsure if I even knew what bloodline was.

"Yes and no, I can read minds if you share my blood OR if you look into my eyes or if I touch you… my mind reading is obviously weaker then most Vampires."

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"Umm… ok, what is your name my lord?" I wasn't sure how to address him, "lord" seemed fitting since that's what I called the Pharaoh.

"My name is D'artagnan." He stood up and walked over to Nadia and I. When he reached us he gave Nadia a fang-baring grin, and then looked at me like a child would look at a brand new toy. I bowed to him.

" No need for that, I have plenty of people who do that already" as he said this he straitened me up. He stood about four inches taller then me. He was so handsome, and he knew I thought it too. I was lost in his eyes when I heard a door open. Two men marched in, both with short black hair… Romans. English was not common in those days… I was surprised everyone I met so far could speak it. They both bowed and began talking to D'artagnan.

"My lord… you sent for Gillian and I?" Gillian was taller then all of us… he had brown eyes and was very muscular.

"Yes Julio. I need you and Gillian to take Miyra to her room." Julio was short and stubby he too had brown eyes, I think Gillian and Julio were brothers. I did not want to go with the two, I wanted to stay and gaze at D'artagnan. I went anyway though, I needed to freshen up, and so I followed them out the door.

" Come on girly, watch your step now" I didn't like being called "girly. That had been the name I had received by the dim-witted palace guards… "Hey girly… come to me… come and sleep with me girly… come to papa girly…" memories that would haunt me till all of those bastards were dead!

"Come on Girly… this way" called Julio. That was it… human or not he was done for. Fortunately for him… his brother was a vampire, so when I lunged at Julio… Gillian was right there to stop me, if he'd been a second slower… Julio wouldn't of had a throat, for I was about to rip it out. I thrashed and screamed for Gillian to release me, but he failed to do so, not with out an explanation.

"What the hell is wrong with you girl?" Gillian was in no mood to speak lightly.

"Tell that Bastard brother of yours to stop calling me girly!" Julio, who was back on his feet, glared deeply at me. Gillian on the other hand had loosened his grip.

"You try to rip my mortal brother's throat out for calling you 'Girly'?" I could tell that Gillian was bewildered by the reason for my rapid reaction. I'll admit, it was a bit queer of me, it's not like he knew that that name affected me so, then again, he shouldn't call a young lady such as myself 'girly'.

" As you can tell I have a short temper and a immense lust for blood at the moment. You cannot comprehend the horrors of my mortal life, thus you cannot comprehend the discomfort that that name brings me, it'd be wise to reframe from calling me 'girly'… keep in mind, your brother won't always be here to protect you" I sent Julio a death glare as a received a strong tug from Gillian. Apparently he thought now was a good time to continue the quest to my room.

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"So… do you always lung at people for calling you names?" asked John in a mocking tone.

"Do you mock me mortal?" I snapped back at him, he shook his head franticly, he could feel my growing rage I'm sure…

"Sorry" he said clearly afraid of me. I love to watch John gulp and perspire over my very comments. I'm sure any mortal would do such things in my presents.

I don't know when I'll get the next chapter out… hopefully very soon. Please review! Oh… my sister Melissa Sanchez has some CSI Stories posted here… so please, have a little look.