Okay so yet AGAIN FanFiction has deleted my little signs for showing time has passed or I am switching to another character's POV. Sooooooo since it misreads that every time I upload a new chapter I decided to just put the name of the person I am switching to in italics. This is still a third person point of view story but you'll know who its focusing on and when. Sorry if its been confusing!

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Viceroy (Rio De Janeiro)

It was dark and balmy. One of those Brazilian nights that were just too foggy to go out and a little too hot to enjoy. The heat was tremendous for the time of year, given it was December.

But that's Rio for you.

Vic's white skin was as pallor as the moon. Looking even more so in the black suit he wore, the black robe he sported as a sign of the Coven Leader, and his own jet black hair. He folded his arms across his chest in disdain.

This was not the type of meeting he was prepared for.

He walked down the long, ornate halls of the Underground Headquarters. Two bodyguards at his side. Both immortal. No humans dare enter the premises. They kept a quick pace with Viceroy and their faces betrayed nothing. All business.

Every Coven Leader was to be called tonight. Every important member to be upon them. The fate of their lives and appearance was on the line.

The suceptor anime had risen again.

He finally made way to the gigantic meeting room. The huge double doors opened. The crest of the Covens parting in two as the doors became wider.

All heads turned, all eyes widened, and they bowed in recognition and respect. Viceroy the Great.

He took his spot at head of the large black, oval shaped table. The others at and waited for him to speak.

The two bodyguards retreated to their places at the back of the room. Both there, but not really there. They kept their faces straight.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Covens, I am honored to lead this meeting. As many of you know, Brazil has been met with a disastrous fate. The Soul Taker, out native enemy, and a servant of Lucifer. Has been born again."

Some gasped. Other nodded, they already had been informed. They looked to Vic in worry and fear.

"It has come to my attention that the cause of this problem is not the creature itself, there is no possible way the demon could've escaped our gates. But it is the Gate itself. Our ancestors locked the spirit up in the Third Gate of Hell. The Gate of Power. The Gate has failed us fellow leaders."

More gasps and looks of shock, confusion. How could their ancient vampire ancestors be so naive? The uproar of shock became louder and louder. More upsetting sounds and cries.

Viceroy pounded his fist into the table for silence.

The room fell completely silent. A small dent left in the table.

"We can fix this! We are the Leaders of the Covens! The spirit is nothing against our power! We are the oldest of our kind and we rank the highest! We will stop a nothing to protect our own!"

Viceroy chanted to them in his alluring, powerful voice. He didn't even need compulsion to drive hundreds of beings to follow him. They went willingly with his attitude.

He snapped his fingers at the assistant on the left. He handed Vic a document pad and plume. It was time for a battle plan.

Auria (Hayden's Gallery Apartment)

The smell of dark roast coffee filled Auria's senses. Warming her. She brushed her fingers along the spines of aged books. They were stacked up along an oak wood shelf, in the front hall of the apartment. Each looked about as old as Vic's books. Yet they were different languages and the texts were ancient. She brushed some off, the dust appearing above each book.

She suddenly felt a presence behind her.

Hayden.

She turned and accepted the cup of coffee from him. After they had met up in the meadow accidentally they'd decided to come back to his apartment. Auria didn't know what it was about the boy, but she trusted him. And wanted to know more about him. It seemed fitting. After everything she'd done for him.

"You know you live across the street from a Starbucks." Auria stated, raising an eyebrow.

"Home roast is always the best." he grinned. She took a sip, it was black, bitter and highly caffeinated. It would do perfectly.

"All these books, must have taken years to obtain. How did you get so many? And the volumes, there ancient." she set the mug down and faced him, he was much closer than she'd expected. Her breath caught.

"I used to travel. All over the world looking for stuff like this. Me and my team. The next classic, the next legend. It's so important. I had to find all of it. This is only part of my collection."

"Your team?" She asked, her attention focusing in on him now. There was still so much she didn't know about him.

"My procurars. They followed me everywhere. Every country, state, city. It was our job to make the trip. To find these artifacts." Hayden sounded passionate. He set his own coffee down on the key table with Auria's.

They were no more than a couple inches away now. If Auria had a heart beat it would've been close to hammering against her chest.

"What happened to them?" She whispered. He was alone now. Where were these great men he spoke of? His team.

Hayden looked away. His face showed a hint of pain and Auria sensed his agony.

"They were claimed. Killed. After a long trip near Somalia, we were... it was so dark and then..." He cut off. Closing his eyes.

"Its fine you don't have to finish." She answered timidly.

"We went on so many expeditions. All of us, we were honored. The Covens had respect for each of us. It was amazing. I'll never forget them." His voice trailed off and he looked her in the eye.

Auria stepped closer.

"I understand. It must have been great. I wish some of these could help. But I don't think there is any record of this thing." She said somberly.

Hayden frowned. "Are you feeling better?" He put a hand on her shoulder.

It was everything Auria could do to stay sane. She'd been close to him before, back when she'd thought he was a human. She'd been ready to feed off him. But right now she felt a different type of hunger.

"I'm fine." she looked at him, then the books one more time. She breathed out and bit her lip.

Hayden's hand stayed at her shoulder and started moving lower down her arm.

She knew what was coming next.

"I–"

Hayden pushed her against the bookshelf, knocking some down. She moved her hands to wrap them around his neck as he slid his own around her waist and his fingers twined through her hair. His lips crashed down onto hers feverishly.

Her own lips shaped to his as he kissed her passionately.

It was destined to come to this at some point. Ever since she'd shattered the glamour and learned who Hayden really was, she could not begin to fathom her twisted feelings for him. They were passionate and confusing. It was undeniable.

In the blink of an eye they were across the room, their inhuman speed a rush of wind. He pushed her up against the floor to ceiling glass window, over looking thesmall park and quaint town square center. It was almost evening now, the winter months making 5 o'clock look like 10.The glass was ice cold against Auria's pallor skin and sent shivers through her. She lost her self in the many kisses. His icy glass lips parting with her own.

A fire broke out within her just then. Hayden. He was everything she needed.

The plate glass sent even more river beats of desire through her. He locked his hands around both her wrists and clipped them against the window, above her head. His lips traveling over her. Her mouth, neck. Collar bone. She trembled at their touch.

The snow outside was almost unidentifiable with all the white fog. Making the atmosphere eerie and silent.

"Auria." Her name escaped his lips, hovering over her own lips. She freed her hands from his grasp and put them against his face.

Another gush of wind and speed they were against the door frame to Hayden's master bedroom. He pinned her against that. She loved the feeling of him taking control. Her usual dominant personality was never questioned or challenged until he came along. It was perfect.

He kissed her passionately, cupping her head in his palm. The door was open in a flash and she was almost underneath him until she froze and shoved him up by the wall. Her designer top already grasped in his hand.

"Not tonight." She breathed. Kissing him once more. "I should get back. They need my help."

The look that crossed his face could only be called disappointment. She smirked. She was still the one in charge.

She pulled away from his embrace, stalked back to the main room and grabbed her trench coat. He was leaning against the door frame, his hair tousled and a grin on his face.

She reached the door, slipped her coat on and turned to him.

"Meet me tomorrow, you know where." she gave him a sexy wink, then was gone.

Sorry this is a short one! And BTW isn't it sad that Zac and Vanessa broke up? I thought they'd get married! So depressing. Anyway thank you for reading! Review my loves! And Merry Christmas! XOXO