When Red awoke from her transformation, she was no longer Little Red, but Usha, the princess of Death and a Lady de sang. Not only that, but she was thirsty, she cared not for food, but she craved blood, like she'd never craved any other thing in her entire life.

'Father,' she called out as her fangs dipped low in her mouth, almost pricking her tongue on them. When no response came she gathered herself from the floor and began to make her way to the dungeon door. However before she even reached the door, even though she was quick with her new form, there came a knock on the door. 'Father,' she called out once more, but when the door itself opened up, she realised that her father was not coming. So was it one of the servants then?

'No!' Usha screamed when the mark on her left thigh began to ache. Confused she looked down, wondering if she had damaged it in her transformation. No; the closer she got to the door the more agony she experienced in her mark. It felt as though someone had stabbed a dagger of fire through her mark, for it was weakening like nothing ever had. What was going on? She wondered to herself as the door opened fully and she found herself standing, and staring, face to face with an exceedingly handsome young man. A man who was not a vampire, yet still very much immortal.

A man she recognised, a man she had seen in a vision whilst she was transforming. And in that vision he had come here, to her; she would bet a pitcher of his fresh blood his next words.

'Little Red riding hood?' He asked and she smiled, flashing her fangs. Oh but they were so dainty, would her father hate their size? Or the size of her new found muscles? No, she decided next, as her confidence grew, he would love them; he would take her hunting just as she had secretly wanted these many years.

'Who's there?' Usha asked of him, she could see his beauty. And oh how beautiful he was indeed with hair as black as midnight and a complexion the sun god would envy for it was as golden as the sands of Egypt, and those eyes, as green as they were could not belong to a human. He was very much something else indeed. Something that took on a human form by day.

'My name is Caleb. I have come to rescue you. I realised that you have been kidnapped by the evil Vampire Lord who inhabits this castle,' Caleb announced and Usha sneered as she entered the light, allowing him his first glimpse of her, and yet as she neared him the pain in her thigh grew to extortionate levels. Well, well, so that was who he was? She laughed and the sound drew his gaze to her fangs.

'Caleb, you came to the wrong part of the forest. This is my father's castle. I am Usha, the princess of death,' Usha said and flashed him another fang, yet this one throbbed in time to the beat of her heart. It was beating?! Yes this was even more evidence of who he was. And he didn't even know the half of it.

'You-you're the lady Usha?' He asked, and she saw him wince and drop his hand to his similar mark on his left thigh, clearly wondering what the pain there was.

'Of course I am,' she informed him regally, after all she was a Lady de sang, as noble as she was fair. 'Well I have been for about two or three minutes now. And I'm weak Caleb. I'm so hungry. Won't you feed me?' she asked, her tone husky, she'd read enough of her mother's diaries to know that the way to snare a male, any male, was to act as though you were attracted to them and would die if you didn't have them. Looked like it worked for her, until she'd been turned, and then she had died, for a while.

When he didn't speak, she realised that he must be in too much pain, or so struck by her increased beauty that he was speechless. So, perhaps she just had to make him want her more than their fated connection wanted him to want her.

'Have you ever seen a Lady de sang before, Caleb?' Usha asked, making her voice a husky growl. If she was right about his origins, then any growling on her part would help her to seduce him. Well the growling and her body would help to snare him; to bring him close enough for her to reach, to drink from. She needed a drink.

'Not before you,' he admitted and she smiled a wicked smile, before running her tongue over a fang. When she caught him staring she bit her lip 'til blood pooled and sucked on it. She saw him gulp.

'Never realised how beautiful one could be huh?' Usha asked, removing the top button on her dress. Perhaps her brand new ample, or more ample, chest would distract him for a while before he could leave or before he could kill her. She was strong god damn it and this man was no kind of challenge.

'No not really,' Caleb's voice sounded husky. Good, so she hadn't been hallucinating when she thought that the guys from her school have been obsessed with her looks, but mostly her ample cleavage.

'I bet you'd love to touch one, especially me,' Usha put a lot of power behind her statement. If she could just get him closer, if she could just get him to touch her, then he'd become like any other male, so distracted by her body that he wouldn't see her coming until it was too late.

'Oh yes,' Caleb said and the tone of his voice did something very odd to her. Usha felt her breasts swell and her nipples pearl at his tone. Was she aroused? It seemed that she was, very much so.

As he stepped closer and closer she became more and more aroused, suddenly she didn't have to pretend attraction, because she was fighting it!

'Touch me,' she begged and then wanted to shake her head, no she was not going to beg. She was not one of those weak human females.

'You have no idea how long and how much I've wanted you to say those very words to me,' Caleb said and when he stopped she knew she was gonna ask her to beg once more. But she didn't want to beg. The fire in her belly said that her body was at war with her head.

'Caleb please,' Usha finally begged, hating herself for it. 'Touch me,' she begged, and when he stepped closer she sighed in relief.

When he raised his hand to her cheek and stroked it tenderly she sighed, like she would have done had they met when she was a human female. Then, when his thumb brushed across her bottom lip she almost groaned, she did nip his flesh to draw blood from him; oh god! His blood was the most exquisite she had ever tasted, like chocolate.

'More,' she wanted more, she had to have more, and it was so delicious. 'Give me more,' she begged, taking her fangs out of his flesh, only to bite deeper, but he removed his thumb completely.

'What does my little mate want?' He asked and before she could answer, before she could moan about the removal of his thumb, he'd replaced it.

With his mouth…

And as he kissed her, sweetly to begin with, then, when she clutched him with her new claws, he deepened the kiss angling her head to take her mouth in a more passionate kiss. He hardly knew her, but oddly he knew exactly what she wanted and how she liked her kisses, though she'd never been kissed before.

'Caleb,' she moaned and bit down on his tongue, taking the kiss and turning it into a blooded kiss, just as her eyes slid closed.