Disclaimer: I own Vivian, Geena, Faith, Christine, August, the random friend that has no name (There is a new character, but he doesn't belong to me. He is another band member from HIM. But he is not as hot as Ville.)

Chapter Twenty Two: Cyanide Sun

Vivian watched as Ville's blisters turned from being the size of grapes to little mosquito bites. She was careful to stay out of the sunlight, but she still wasn't used it having to avoid it. She got blisters every now and again. Ville told her that eventually it would become second nature.

Hunting was…fun? She loved running though the dark park with Ville speeding around beside her. But she still couldn't get used to the idea of the drinking blood of an animal. The light leaving the eyes of the little bunnies and the squirming of the squirrels as she sucked their blood. She felt awful when she tossed the body down into the ocean, SPLASH! Again, second nature. Yeah right. She felt even worst when it came time to take her first human.

Sway your hips a little, get their attention, Ville whispered into her head.

Shut up, this is bad enough as it is. I feel like a hooker. Vivian was dressed in a short leather skirt with her fishnets and her boots, wearing her corset. Not that this wasn't one of her usual outfits, it's just that she was trying to get attention from it. That was the unusual part. The chance to push anyone away was inviting, but her stomach ached from the lack of feeding.

Sighing, Vivian swung her hips a little more making her ass shift this way and that in the tight leather skirt. It took only minutes for someone to come up and grab her ass. He looked like a college student; he stumbled around like she had just one too many beers… or three.

"Hey darlin'" he slurred, "Care for a bite?"

"I'd love one," she purred, pushing him into the nearest alley way. Her fangs already pushing through from their sheaths. She opened her mouth to strike at the pretty vein under his jaw line, but she stopped when she saw the look in his eyes.

Instead of fear plastered in them, it was encouragement. He wanted her to do it, how did he know? It was only then that she realized there was no heart beat crashing against the hand on his chest. She jerked her hand away, gasping at the same time.

"Hello Vivian." He purred, smiling down at her like he knew the funniest joke in the world in she didn't.

"God damn, why is it that every Vampire in New York knows my name?"

There was a flash of black on Vivian's left and Ville jumped at the other Vampire. He easily dodged him. "Ah, Ville. Knew you had to be somewhere."

"Linde," Ville acknowledged.

"Wait, you know him?" Vivian asked Ville, pointing at… Linde.

"Of course he does, we work for the same person. Has he told you who that is?"

"Shut up!!" Ville yelled, "She isn't aloud to know that."

"Ever since when were you so up in arms about breaking the rules," jabbing his head in Vivian's direction.

Ville roared in anger, trying again to wrestle linde. Linde caught his arms and they tumbled around the alley, running each other into garbage cans. At one point, Ville was pinned against the wall; Linde let out a short, low whistle. There was rustling behind her, but Vivian couldn't get her brain to work.

"No, Vivian. Watch o-," but it was too late. Vivian was caught up from behind; a blind fold was placed over her eyes. She was being carried away fast, and she could hear Ville's voice fading away. "Vivian! Vivian! Vivi-," there was a grunt and silence.

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The trip took no more then 5 minutes, but the way her hair was whipping around, she knew they had traveled a long distance.

She was taken inside somewhere, the warmth of a fire place on her left. She was set down on her feet, the blind fold was removed.

She was in an extraordinary throne room; a huge silver chair was sitting at the top of three stairs. A piece of Red silk elegantly thrown over the back and arms. Vivian looked around, a monstrous fire pit stood toward the middle of the room. The stone stairs had a red carpet laid over them to cover the coldness. Ceiling to floor curtains hung closed over windows on the far right side.

The doors behind her were thrown open and a very young looking man walked in. He was dressed in a black suit with a red tie. His hair was black; it came down to about his chin. He was about average height, his skin was a ghostly white. He looked basically dead… or undead.

Why does he look so familiar?

For the second time, the door was thrown open; in came linde and another man dragged a wrestling Ville.

"Thank you gentleman, I'll take it from here." The formal dead man stuck his arm out in front of him, spreading his fingers out wide. Ville stopped struggling, seeming to be frozen. He threw his arm off to the side and Ville went sailing across the room and slammed into a wall; sliding to the floor. Chains flew out from the floor and clasped around his wrists; only long enough for him to sit up. Clasps locked behind his knees making it impossible for him to stand. He slumped back, sitting on the back of his legs. "You failed me, Ville. For that you will be punished. You denyed me and you shall die it."

Vivian's throat seemed to close up, she was having trouble breathing.

Who is this? She asked Ville.

There was no response.

Can you hear me? Who is this?!

One, two, three, four… Vivian looked at Ville, concentration was the only picture spread on his face. He was trying to shut her out, the little bastard.

"So…" The stranger turned and looked at Vivian. "Hello Vivian."

For the First time since he came bursting into the room, Vivian finally saw his eyes. The dark purple you could drown in and the black rings that could capture anyone's attention.

Vivian regained her composure and coolly replied, "Hello Father."

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YAY!! The two parts of my story are finally coming together. Do forgive the… space between my chapters. I had no time work on it recently. But I'm sick and I stayed home from school and took that time to finish this chapter. BUT… I will not write another word unless I get reviews. So if you want me to continue, send me a review. It can be a few words, a sentence, a paragraph, a book. I don't care; I just want some input on what you think of my story. And how you hate my cliff hangers. (Hee hee, I love black mail.) So, I love you all and I hope to hear from you. R&R!!