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Chapter Twenty Six: The Sacrament

Dinner was interesting… after Vivian's father freaked out when she walked in the door, she was on her toes. He kept asking her what she saw, but it was all a blur now.

"I don't know. I don't remember."

"You must remember something. Do you remember who was in it?"

Vivian was getting irritated from all the questions, why was it so important. "How did you know I saw… what I saw?"

Her father looked puzzled for a minute, "I'm not sure. But I was almost positive that you had, it was one of those feelings."

Vivian didn't say another word; she just ate her steak… that was still completely raw. She would have thrown up and refused to eat it if she hadn't been so hungry.

"May I be excused?" she asked her father, who sat staring at her while sipping blood out of a wine glass.

He nodded sharply, but continued to stare. Vivian removed the cloth napkin from her lap and dropped it on her plate. She pushed her way through the doors and proceeded all the way back to her room.

Someone had lain what she could only assume was pajamas on her bed, but it looked like some sort of sexy under garment. It was a black corset with lace sleeves. The skirt consisted of what looked like a black bikini bottom with a floor length lace wrap around.

"Um… no thanks," Vivian said to no one inpreticular, "I'm not one for sleeping in my underwear."

She padded down to the closet with her shoes dangling from her fingers. They clattered to the floor when Vivian saw her closet. Completely empty, not a single bloody hanger in the place.

"Hmph," She turned away from the empty room. "I won't be told what to wear to bed. I'll just wear the dress then."

And almost if on queue, it ripped all the way down the side and fell to the floor.

"Damn." She looked down at the stringy skimpy outfit. "On second thought, underwear sounds great…" Better than commando.

Feeling like a whore, she circled around her room. A caged bird. No one said she had to stay but she felt some force keeping her in her room.

Vivian resorted to cleaning, always helped with her nerves.

She bundled up her useless dress, carrying it to the barren closet only to find it not as bare as it was before.

From a single hanger hung a lacy floor length robe, blood red. It slid on like silk and flowed when Vivian walked. The black corset and skirt showed through the red, only making Vivian feel more like a whore; but she'd learned her lesson on not wearing what she was told. If she kept it up, she just might be sleeping naked.

Ready to snuggle into the black sheets and comforter, she was struck when she found tights lying across the bed. She looked around, she'd just been up here not 5 minutes ago; where was all this coming from.

She shrugged and held up the tights, black to match the rest of the outfit. Vivian pulled them on, where they stopped just bellow her leg joint with black lacy elastic. She bet if she didn't look like a sex bunny before, she did now.

Who's idea was it to dress her up like this, and why?

Enough thought for one night, she snuggled down into the sheet and drifted away.

"What the hell do you want…?" Geena asked. She was backing away from a shadowy figure, which was advancing. Her wooden stakes were dropped feet away in the opposite direction.

The figure didn't answer her, just continued to walk toward her until she ran into a wall.

Geena didn't move and didn't scream when it swooped in and sucked her blood. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she became limp. The shadow backed away and Geena fell to the ground, not moving.

His face was pale except for the mouth which was dripping with rubies of liquid.

Vivian jerked awake. Was that real or was that a dream? I have to tell Ville.

Practically flying down the stairs to the door; pulling it open, relived to find no one guarding it. The red rope flew out behind her as she padded down the grand stair case.

Ok, which way to the dungeons? They didn't exactly hand out maps on the way in, nor hire a tour guide. Down is always a good direction.

Vivian hunted around for a stair case, finally finding out just opposite the thrown room. Descending under the castle, Ville's ragged breathing grew louder.

Reaching the bottom, she found him chained to the wall… or more like hanging from.

"Ville?"

With a bit of a struggle, he raised his head. Vivian gasped to see the two red glowing eyes look at her. "Vivian…" he rasped.

She rushed to him and kneeled next to him, raising his head with her hand to meet her eyes.

"You look nice," he whispered.

"Shhh love. Here." She slit her wrist open with her nail and held it out to him. He turned his head away, almost discussed. "Please Ville, you need it. For me." She pushed it up to his lips and soon felt his teeth sink into the vein.

He sucked greedily, careful not to spill a drop. The color soon aroused to his cheeks and when he opened his eyes, they were back to that electric blue.

"Why have you come down here? This is no place for someone like you…" His voice was stronger and flowed easier.

"I have to tell you something. Just before dinner, I had this weird vision, and then it came true." Ville listened intently, leaning in slightly to hear her whispering. "Then I just had another one… it was about Geena."

"What!" Ville hissed, "What was it about?"

"She gets attacked by another Vampire and he kills her."

Vivian had never seen Ville look so crushed. She'd been trying to kill him for so long, but there was still that brotherly sisterly connection.

"August said he was sending someone." His head, which had been hung, flew up and his eyes grew eager. "Did you happen to see when or where it was going to happen?"

Vivian screwed up her eyes slightly as she though, "no… I don't think so. I know it happened in a dark corner. That's all I can tell you." Ville's head resumed the position of hanging limply. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok. There is nothing you can do…" Ville sighed and looked back at her, "You should go back to your room now. If he catches you down here, who knows what he'd do to you."

Vivian nodded, and then leaned in a kissed him. His response was immediate but reluctant. It was short because Ville pulled his head away, "Go."

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There it is. I finally got my new keyboard, so I can update the last couple chapters. Their already right in my head so there will be no case of writers block. Please R&R so I know what you think. Yes, I know it took forever for me to get this out, but I'm not sorry. I warned all of you that it might be awhile… :)