Mistude-Thanks for the reassuring words and words of comfort. I really appreciate it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of Amelia at-water Rhodes Characters

A/N: As always I am hoping for more and more reviews people. I noticed that if I put a little more action into the chapters then people are more likely to review so I will put more violence and devil like qualities in this next chapter and the ones after that.

Chapter 11

"Oh really and what might that be prey tell?" She smirked watching his face.

"Just a few moments with your little prisoner," He looked the very picture of childlike innocence. "A few moments that's all I ask."

"Alone?" She raised an eyebrow.

"But of course, I want to see if she is as strong as Jaguar believes she is." He began to play with his knife. Twirling between his fingers and flipping it into the air catching it blade down. He smiled a smile that held no innocence but only evil and malice.

Riska gave him a toothy grin, gazed at the knife as if thinking about it then finally motioned for him to follow her.

Jaguar sat in his mansion pondering the twists of fate. He growled at any who tried to disturb him and refused any food that was left for him. He simply was too worried to have the stomach for it.

He would close his eyes and see her face, hear her voice and wish he could hold her in his arms once more. He longed to feel her lips on his and he longed for her touch. He wished Nikolas would hurry, but he had a bad feeling that more was going on in Riskas' prison than he had planned.

Kaye sat in the darkness watching as a sudden shimmer of light appeared in the room. There was a door about five feet to her right and she shielded her eyes from the light. The dreams had been even more real than before so she thought that she was still dreaming. The remaining crumbs from her bread lay at her feet. After three days of staying in that place her clothes had been reduced to dirty rags. Only her bra and jeans were holding up. Her shirt and her t-shirt were just bunches of cloth that resembled clothes.

When Riska entered the room Kaye screamed another blood curling scream that killed the little of her voice she had left. There was no way to escape that woman she was there night after night plaguing Kayes' head with nightmares.

There was another shadow behind her this man was tall and very handsome, not as much as Jaguar but close. He looked down on her with something close to glee. This can't be good, she thought.

Nikolas looked into the room and found Kaye right away. She looked worse for wear. Her hair, hands, face, and stomach were covered in dirt and in some spots she had developed a few scratches; her arms looked perfectly scratch free however. He smiled at her with what he thought was warmth but was obviously not because of the look of horror on the girls face.

"Now Riska," he said, "A few minutes is all I ask then you can come in and take me away to go hunting it has been so long since I've had a hunting companion." He smiled at her and bowed his head in mock respect.

She laughed at his insolence and left giving the girl a last look, she left a single candle in the room to give him light.

Nikolas turned to the girl and tilted his head. "Jaguar was right, you do look strong, and you act it as well."

"Jaguar? You've spoken to Jaguar?" Her voice was rough but hopeful.

"More like he spoke to me, but yes and he has a plan to get you out. But I cannot tell you what it is other wise Riska can pry it out of you. But now to make my little request look real…" He pulled out his knife again and moved closer to her. In the dim light he could see her mounting fear. It was very hard not to loose his cover here so close to her. He wanted to comfort this creature, hold her too him, show him what real darkness could be like.

He took her (I can't remember is Nikolas wrote on the right or left HELP!) arm in his hand firmly. "Feel free to cry out if you wish." He said still smiling. Without another word he began to write his name in her arm. Now he did indeed remember that Jaguar had told him to not make it permanent but since when did Nikolas follow orders. He slit her skin deep enough to leave a scar for life. She did indeed cry out when the first letter was written. But after the I she began to control the pain. She tried thinking of other things and leave the knife out of her mind.

Once he had finished his name she relaxed thinking it was over. But unfortunately he began a bunch of ivy and she had to regain control again. She bit her lip so hard that she drew blood. She kept on biting it as he finished the last bit of ivy with a flourish. She felt faint from blood lost and didn't notice he had pulled her to her feet.

Nikolas looked into her soul and saw that she was stronger than she appeared and that this was not the place for her (A/N I look at that and all I can say is DUH). She was so fearful an in so much pain that it was making her delusional. He took his opening and drew her closer to him. A drop of blood still lay on her lips; he brushed her lips against hers gently. Licking his lips he tasted the cool coppery blood in his mouth and felt his Vampiric self become more prominent. His lips came crashing down on hers and she reacted instantly. Perhaps it was the sudden warmth of another person or perhaps she was delusional, but she kissed him back deeply letting her hands explore his body slowly.

"Now Now Nikolas, I cant have you messing around with my prisoner now can I? Come Come Come, we must feed your face looks simply pale." Riska has appeared and was looking thouroughly amused.

Nikolas recovered quickly, "Of course Riska but then again we are always pale." He laughed at his own joke and stepped out of the room followed by Riska. They left Kaye in the dark again with only the phantom of those lips to keep her company.

(A/N I know I said more violence in this chapter but I had to get this out. I'm going to write the next chapter now so I'll get the violence out then OK?)