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Chapter 5: England 1855

Sophie's P.O.V

They were back on leave from another marvellously bloody war, I'd met them as they came back to old England, I never accompanied them when they were sent off to fight, after all I was a woman and women were not allowed to go to the front lines. Our journey from the port back to London had ended abruptly Hal always got hungry when he spotted a pretty young girl…why was it always the pretty ones he went after? Fergus too had become hungry, the two had swept across most of Europe like a plague, while Hettie, Ivan and I went to America in search of Wyndham and Herrick after a month or two with no clues we returned to England and to Mr Snow by that time war was on the cards, just as Hal and Fergus returned home cutting their rampage short. And now here we were outside a mansion on the outskirts of a small town, more than likely owned by some lord. Whoever owned the house was doing very well for themselves and hopefully would have some lovely servants that we could make a meal out of.

"Mm, I hope there's lots of them." I mumbled as we walked up the pathway, Hal and I walking together Fergus walking behind us. Hal brought me closer to his side wrapping an arm around my waist; he leant down running his nose across the left side of my neck accompanied by his sharp fangs. "Hal…"

"Oi! You two leave that for later!" Fergus hollered laughter following as we stopped outside the front door. Hal glared at Fergus his eyes momentarily shifting to black before they returned to their original hazel, he always got…carnal when he was about to kill, was killing or had killed…which was basically nearly all the time. Unlike Fergus who seemed to only like killing people instead of getting sexual pleasure out of it like Hal did, then again we are all pretty sadistic.

It was extremely easy to convince our way into the house, how foolish of them to allow three strangers into their humble abode; did they not hear the horror stories? Did they think we could not possibly be murderers? And it was even easier to drain the house dry, all that glorious blood flowing from their bodies as they screamed in pure agony, music to my ears.

"Oh, what do we have here?" I mused opening the door to the master's study to find the Lord of the manor tied to a chair and Hal laughing manically as he dropped the body of the butler to the ground. He beckoned me over; I obliged walking over into his outstretched arms. His lips found mine as his hands roamed over me pulling me impossibly closer to him; I tangled my fingers in his gorgeous hair. He'd broken many of my dresses in situations like this when things became rather lustful. His lips moved down my neck occasionally nipping before biting down just above my collar bone.

"Hal…" I moaned drawing a chuckle out of Hal as he began to lick the blood he'd drawn. I looked over at the man he'd tied up before, "Hal…what…mmm…about him?" The licking stopped as he trailed his nose up the side of my neck momentarily stopping and nibbling my earlobe.

"A little present for you, my love." He replied loosening his grip on me, my hands falling to the sides of his face as I gave him a kiss, before he allowed me to drain the man. His eyes widened in fear as my eyes turned into bottomless pits of darkness that he soon would dwell in as he met his death. It didn't take long until he stopped struggling and the blood ran thinly down my throat, as I backed away letting the body flop sideways Hal's arms encircled me, taking one of my hands that was covered in sweet, sweet blood, bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean. We continued our passionate waltz butchering more people as it intensified.

Hal's P.O.V

After killing more than half the house's inhabitants including; several maids, the cook, the butler, the master of the house, his wife, his two sons and a couple of his daughters one of whom was still alive in the cellar, I set about finding Fergus. Sophie was recovering in the parlour; she'd want a new dress after all ripping it wouldn't make her want to wear the damn thing again. I walked up the main set of stairs, hearing the whimpers of a woman and then Fergus' voice.

"Don't tell him I said that." Fergus said, as I rounded the corner and began on the next set of stairs. Somehow I believed this was about me, it generally was and about fearing me.

"Don't him you said what?" I asked as o swaggered up the stairs slowly licking the blood off of my fingers. Fergus turning round the tails of his red coat fanning out, he stepped aside bowing his head slightly revealing a young maid whose eyes were wide in terror as she sat terrified and helpless.

"My Lord." He greeted, I stopped at the top of the stairs leaning against the banister, eyes my next little snack as she sat quivering in fear, and most likely because of the blood that painted my chest, Sophie now had my shirt.

"Christ not another one, more than ten maids is just showing off." I chuckled darkly as Fergus reached down to pick his pipe up, I walked over to the maid whose eyes had widened more her heart beat increasing as well as her breathing. "There's a present in the cellar for you, one of the daughters."

"Thank you my Lord, I trust Sophie is satisfied?" he said he'd taking quite a peculiar turn with his relation with Sophie, it was as if he was obsessed with her even though he knew he didn't have a chance in hell. I turned my head slightly glaring at him; he got what I was getting at and left me to my dinner. Her blood was so sweet as it trickled down my throat.

Sophie's P.O.V

I stood up from the sofa Hal had placed me on and reached for my dress, I sighed as I realised he'd ripped the sleeves, the skirt and the ties at the back. I shook my head smiling at least he'd take me shopping for some new things, it was about time too. I ran my hands through my hair trying to restore some order to it, I looked over to the mirror my reflection never showed, that was one thing I had missed, never being able to see myself even if it was just for a second, 300 years without being able to see how I looked just once. As I mused about the things I missed, I did not hear the door open and Fergus enter the room until he had wrapped an arm around me securely holding me against his chest.

"Fergus! What are you doing?" I asked in a shrill voice as I tried to break his hold; however he still managed to keep a hold of me even if it was just my wrist that he got a hold of.

"Just checking you are satisfied, my Lady." He replied smirking as he kissed my hand his grasp faltering enough for me to wrench my hand free and slap the git. We stood like that for a while my hand crossed in mid-air, his head hung hair falling over his eyes.

"Sorry, my Lady." He mumbled through gritted teeth bowing slightly and scurrying out the room. I exhaled and sat down once more on the sofa, I never liked Fergus from the very first time Hal introduced me to him.


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