Hey guys! So this is my new series Blood Lust. I will still be continuing In The Eyes Of a Victim don't worry! Just taking some time off to write this. I've been waiting for a whileto start this and I'm glad I finally have. So basically I'm using HSM characters (Troy, Gabriella, etc.) but I'm giving them more exciting and vampire-ish names haha.

Gabriella: Auria Pallion (Sounds like: Are-ee-yuh)

Troy: Hayden Force

The rest of the characters are made up.

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Ice was covering the tinted glass windows wickedly. It was the kind of ice that was too cold to touch. It covered the roads, house tops, sidewalks, driveways, and the entire town. It made everything slick and dangerous.

Danger.

Auria smiled. Her perfect lips curving in with pleasure, covering her fangs. That was her favorite.

After all she was Daughter of The Cruel. Her natural born habits were of danger. The dark play.

Her grin faltered and she remembered where she was. This house.

She looked around her new surroundings. A house. An incredibly large house if that. Leon had acquired quite big accommodations this time. This is what they did each time. Move somewhere new and take a new house. With the gift of compulsion it wasn't a hard trick to learn.

Leon had a minor background with reality. This house was empty. Therefor it now belonged to those who took it. Which was them. Herself, Leon, Jeremy, Viceroy, and Maggie.

She met Leon long ago. Or, Leon found her long ago. It was in Venice, with Jeremy when he'd stumbled upon the two of them. They'd been hiding out from the Roman Covens who had taken interest in them. She was convinced Leon was one of them until he'd proved himself innocent.

Even then she had her suspicions. But Jeremy was sure that he was there to help. They needed so much at the time. Leon had taken them in. The three stayed in Italy for a couple more months then fled.

They had been banded together ever since. Leon sort of had a fatherly like quality to him. It wasn't long before people assumed he was their father. It was a role they played up fervently. An easier story.

When Auria was born she'd been an only child. Her mother was one of the most important leaders in Scandanavia. She'd been born into royalty. But she was mostly all alone.

After the country perished through the roughest battle in history, Auria's mother, High Priestess of Scandanavia, vanished. With no trace of her return. She was left to fend on her own.

Having never met her father, Auria fled to Venice. She didn't know what she'd find there but now that her home country was overthrown she was sure to be sought out. Two years later she met Jeremy. A young son of the Coven. He'd extracted himself after the death of his brother and had been running ever since. You see, you couldn't just leave the Coven. Especially after a death of a very important member. They were both running. From something so terrible that the Roman Coven was involved. Their pasts. They stayed in hiding together and became closer than ever.

They weren't related through blood nor bond, but he was always her brother.

So when people asked it was just easier that Jeremy was her older brother, and Leon their single father.

Then they came to Brazil. Where Leon supposedly answered to a higher power. Viceroy Mandrake. He was one of the most superior heads in the vampire world. No one crossed him. Unless they chose death.

He was powerful. He controlled almost everyone in southern America. Leon returned with a surprise.

Auria, the lost and fallen Daughter of The Cruel. And Jeremy, son of the European Coven.

Viceroy was more than pleased. Though he almost never showed it. He had milk white skin that looked paper thin. His eyes were beady and almost completely black. But if they were to look you directly in the eye, you could feel the compulsion at work. Even through the toughest of glamours.

He took Auria and Jeremy under his wing platonically. They answered to him and became almost as powerful. Once they came of age, and their full powers had successfully come in, Viceroy began to teach them. Everything they knew they'd learned from him.

For years it was like that. He was almost a consult. Someone even Leon had to permit before he made any decisions.

They grew up to fear him. But he was also a guardian in sorts.

He traveled with them frequently and only left when he had to return back to Brazil. He still ruled half the country there and was constantly busy.

Their lives became teachings and traveling. Taking on new roles in new towns and learning from Leon and Viceroy, whom she and Jeremy called "Vic" behind his back. He was always to be addressed directly as Viceroy.

Then along came Maggie.

Her full name was Magdalene le Boursier. Though she resented the formal sound it had. So insisted on being called Maggie.

Just Maggie.

Maggie was unique. She had bright fire-red slashed hair that fell just bellow her chin. Her green eyes were mesmerizing and she had the palest skin you'd ever seen. Almost the same color as Viceroy's.

She was said to have answered to a more ancient being then the devil himself in her past lives. But when they found her, somewhere between New York and Jersey, she'd looked nothing more than another rebellious teen. With her bright hair, leather clothing and facial piercings. They had been on one of their extended visits. Auria and Jeremy were currently taking on the roles of Prep school kids on the East Coast.

Viceroy was back in Brazil for the time being and Leon had been pretending to be an account near the Metropolitan Museum in the city.

Auria had been out with friends that weekend. Going up near Connecticut to her "friend" Celine's country house. A little extra partying in her new Chanel strapless and Christian Louboutin heels sounded right up her alley.

So after a crazy night with a little too much Coquette Vodka and red wine she'd been resting upstairs in one of the huge powder rooms.

The room was spinning so violently and her stomach threatened to regurgitate. She closed her eyes. Then reopened them to see a flash of red.

Her imagination?

There it was again. No it was a person. Their hair.

Suddenly a pale face with pixie like features and eyes greener than emeralds hovered over her.

She smiled down at Auria.

"Hello." she said smoothly.

Auria sat up slowly. Why was this random girl talking to her?

She examined her profile. Tight black pencil jeans, a cropped (and rather worn) tank top with a leather jacket and the most abused pair of Doc Martens she'd ever seen.

Definitely not a fifth avenue, all girls Prep school attending, Barney's shopping type of girl she'd been making friends with on this trip.

The girl with the flame red hair handed Auria a bottle of Evian and some Advils.

"These help. Trust me." she said. Auria took them and downed the water quickly. Though that didn't settle the burn for blood in her throat. When was the last time she fed?

She could not remember.

Her head settled and she stood up.

"I'm Auria." she said smoothing her short dress out.

"Maggie." the red haired girl said simply.

The burn resurfaced. She had to get some blood soon.

Auria's hand absentmindedly flew to her throat. Maggie noticed, and in a quick inhuman fashion produced a red liquid filled bottle out of her tattered shoulder bag.

She handed it to Auria whose eyes widened.

"How do...?" she trailed off as Maggie flashed her a brilliant smile. Exposing her own razor sharp fangs.

They'd been best friends ever since.

Maggie was like a modern day gypsy. She went from place to place and had ended up at the party that night with a group of boys she'd met in Brooklyn.

Auria had traveled with her back to the city and introduced her to Leon and Jeremy.

Another vampire for their small discreet coven.