I sincerely apologize for this taking ages! I had writers block, and I've been ill. Anyways, I've worked out a few kinks in my storyline. I realize that the first paragraph is in present tense, I think it's more of a journal entry than anything. Perhaps, a thought. The rest of the story shall be past tense. Enjoy!

Violet's POV

Once upon a time, I was actually grateful to have been dragged into the underground. I was happy for a moment in time; everything had been splendid and beautiful. I could actually feel something then. The only bad thing about feeling something… is that eventually you will feel pain.

But, I am over that now. I do not feel a thing. I have literally turned off my emotional switch. The good thing about feeling nothing? Everything. I feel no fear, because my life is now unimportant. I feel no compassion, because there is no one worth giving it to. I feel no hope, because three long years have gone by and he has failed to return.

The only thing I did feel, once in a while, was regret. I regretted ever being such a little girl in love. Was that what it was? Love? Well, yes. I loved him, every part about him. I even loved that he was a vampire. Love is a funny thing; it makes you forget about anything you ever hated purely once you fall in love with it.

Now, here I am.

My mother looked better than she ever had. I supposed that all of that vampire blood had gotten to her. In the three years it took me to turn into a full blown woman, she seemed to have stopped the clock completely. I knew it had been three years; I had counted every single day when he had left, telling myself that it would make the days pass faster. They hadn't, and I stopped counting eventually.

Tobias had climbed up the vampire social ladder. Though, I didn't know his age… I knew that he must be older than most of the vampires that inhabited the underground. For, they bent down to please him… and none dared touch me. The only vampire that I knew was older than Tobias was Ocella, who had stayed all of this time. I, personally, thought that he enjoyed having power. He was the only one who could ever even dream of having me, but I knew he wouldn't… he preferred boys to women.

"Violet," he had sad to me one day. I was alarmed, sitting in the common foyer reading a book (I had learned to socialize and observe the vampires; it had become a sick fascination in which I despised the ones that I'd studied). Ocella repeated himself, stating my name, beckoning me to sit with him.

I obeyed.

The old vampire took my hand in his own and placed it into his opposite palm, cupping my hand in his. He had a slight smile on his face, but it was hard to interpret what kind of smile it actually was. I suppose now, that it was a sly smile… for what he said next, he surely shouldn't have.

"My dear," He said. "I have called my child, Eric, back. He will be here within days."

Ocella never bothered with small talk, he was above it. I imagine it was because he had all of the small talk he could take in his long life, and now that he was far older than most vampires… he felt that he had no use for talking about things he care not about. He would just get straight to the point.

I nodded my head in response to what he had said. Shocked, I said: "May I please be excused, sir?"

He gave me a brief half-smile and responded, "You may."

As I stood up and picked up the hem of my dress, pushing my way through rock solid vampires I could feel my heart pumping loudly. It felt as though it had made its way into my throat, and before I reached my room I felt my eyes sting with tears.

I thought that I would feel anger when he would return. I thought I would want to hit him, or kill him. Perhaps, I would say something horribly mean about his white complexion. But, that wasn't how I was feeling.

Instead, the moment Ocella had uttered his name… I felt my heart fill will joy and hope. I had spent so long trying to forget and regret. And now that his return was so close, I could hardly feel regret at all. The memories of the two kisses they had shared.

I walked over to the large mirror that sat opposite of my bed. I ignored my unbecoming tear streaked face, and moved my long raven hair away from my neck. I searched intently until I found it.

There it was the scar he had left me. The memory rushed back.

"You… bite me." I had demanded. He did as he was told, and I let him take a part of me with him literally and figuratively.

He had taken my blood and my heart with him.

Every single night after Ocella had advised me on Eric's return, I went into the study. I stayed there until every last vampire had lain for the morning. I knew that if we were to have a moment to ourselves without Tobias' intruding eye (Who hadn't heard of Eric's return yet). I also knew that Eric would know that too.

Three nights after Ocella had informed me of Eric's return, the man in question walked through the large oak doors into the study. He stood with his back to me for moments, and I stood up slowly. As he turned around, I took his face in slowly. Memories did not do it justice and I nearly died then.

I studied him, and I knew he was studying me. Even though, there were ten feet between us… I felt the heat.

"You are a woman now," Eric stated simply, taking one step closer to me.

"I have grown, yes." I mirrored his action. "Does this displease you?"

"Yes," He said, taking another step.

"I never meant to displease you, but I am not one to help how large my bosom and hips grow." I said rather bluntly.

"I only mean," He started, "That I hope no one else has noticed this."

I smiled inwardly and take a third step closer to him as he does the same, and closes the distance between us. He grabs the back of my head roughly and leaps down to reach my eager lips. As they touch, I feel my legs go a little weak. Eric seems to notice this too and presses me up against a wall as we continue our kiss.

"I did not think you were coming back," I breathed heavily and parted the kiss.

"Nor did I," He replied, kissing my neck.

"Did you think of me?" I asked.

"No, I tried not to." Eric answered honestly, looking into my eyes. "Why would I want to feel pain? I am a man."

I nodded, going in for another kiss. His hands where tangled in my curly hair, pulling my face closer to his.

"You did not think of me often," He told me, saying between kisses. He was not asking.

"No," I said. "I did not want to feel pain."

Our answers were each other's twin. I found it odd that I could go from trying to feel nothing, to want to feel everything. I wanted him to touched me and hold me forever. I wanted him and I knew he wanted me.

We stay kissing for a long time, in a dreamlike trance. We seemed love drunk.

He broke our kiss, once again, to my dismay. His fangs were showing and his hands were roaming my developed body through my dress.

"I want to fuck you," He stated.

I slapped his face, though I knew it would do no damage.

"I will not be talked to like a whore," I said, grinning wildly.

"You will not be a whore," Eric said gently. "You will be my lover."

… Thoughts? Thanks for reading, please review!