Had she reeled him in? Amelia thinks to herself. She did not know her next step. She would have to seek him out after she finished freshening. She smelt of death and she hated it. If she succeeded she could possibly end this war for her father. That was the thought she would hold onto. She wanted to be with him forever, she would not be able to live if her father died. She knew he wasn't her birth father, but she knew no other father. He had saved her and loved her, and isn't the man who does that for a child a father?

Her thoughts of her father caried her through her bath where she happily cleaned her skin of the now dried blood and excremints that coated her skin. There was a large fur robe waiting for her to curl into. As she wrapped up in the white fur, Amelia basked in its softness. The lycans did not have the luxaries the vampires had. She did not mind the way she lived, however that did not mean she could not enjoy it while it lasted.

When she exited her private bathing room she gasped at the sight of someone in her room. It was Viktor. So much for seeking him out. "Lord Viktor, You startled me!" she says clutching the robe and bowing submissively. Of the man lessons her father had taught her, he had taught her mannors and how to behave in front of royalty.

"I'm sorry to startle you my dear," he says smiling,"I wanted to make sure you were okay. I know it can be a traumatizing incident to run into those maingy animals."

Amelia tried not to purse her lips. "Yes..." she said thoughtfully,"it all happened so fast...I can hardly believe..." she mustered up some tears,"my family is gone." She begins to quietly cry. She knew Viktor was evil but her father could never stand to see her cry. He always said it broke his heart, so she was trying to pull the same thing with Viktor. If he even had the heart to care.

"There there child," he says coming forward, arms wide open,"Do not cry." Perfect, she thought to herself. He enwrapped her in his arms. She continued her dramatic performance feeling his cold embrace. Her head was to his chest and it startled her when she heart no heartbeat.

"I don't know how I could repay you for your generosity," she sniffles.

He places his cold dead hand under her chin. Her eyes meet his. He begins to stare deep into her eyes. Suddenly, Amelia feels a warm fuzzy feeling wash over her, as if she was dreaming. Everything seemed to blur. Her eye lids felt heavy as did her limbs.

Viktor smiled. She was now under his control. He leaned in and kissed her deeply. Her warm, alive lips electrified his body. He recognized her smell underneath the dried blood and filth left by the lycans. Virgin. He had not tasted the blood of a young virgin in years. His palette was watered as she walked into the courtroom. She was so easily under his control he was astonished. As his body closed the gap between them he felt so alive. He ran his hands up to the robe collar and slide it easily from her shoulders to pool on the floor. He stood back and admired her body. So young, and deliciously pale. She kept her unfocused eyes on him, waiting for him to make his next silent command. "Turn around," he said. She silently obeyed slowly turning, allowing him full view of her body. He could not decide how he wanted to take her- where to feed first. Her femeral artery would be delicious but he kept coming back to one place. Her neck. She had such a beautiful neck that he knew he could not resist.

He kissed her again deeply, feeling her fold under his powerful kiss. He then took his hands and gently manipulated her head so her neck was exposed and vulnerable. Instead of a bite, he brought up his index finger and from behind her earlobe punctured the skin in a line down to the collar bone. He heard her hiss in pain and watched the blood slowly rise up and out of the skin. He licked his lips and went to her neck to begin drinking.

The pain had roused her from the dream as if someone had shaken her from a deep and horrible sleep. She felt his lips on her neck and his arousal against her bare and naked leg. Viktor felt her heartbeat pick up and sensed her panic. She knew what she was here to do but the morals her father had instilled in her sprang to her head. She tried to break away, but Viktor was attached. "Let go!" she screamed and hit at him. He didn't care if she didn't comply. Her struggle meerly excited him.

In a desperate attempt to detach him, she kicked him hard between the legs which instantly released him. She stumbled backwards holding her neck in pain as he crumpled in loud pain. "You bitch," he yells in pain.

She ran for the door. She was naked and bleeding and in a castle of hungry monsters. What had she done? How could she get out of here? Amelia then ran into something. It was Viktor. He instantly snapped his hand around her throat and slowly raised her off the ground as she gagged and gasped for air. "You are going no where," he says and with one powerful push, launches her into the wall abover the bed. Her back hits the wall and a yelp of pain is all she can muster. She hits the soft mattress and though her body will not respond her mind yells at her to get up and fight. She had never thought of such strength. Suddenly, she felt herself being turned over onto her stomach. She grasped and clawed at the mattress to get away but Viktor was holding her hips. "You will now be taught a lesson in obedience," he says. She screams for help, knowing none will come, but blindly hoping that someone would have mercy on her. "No one will hear your screams," he says laughing as he removes his erection from his pants. As he scraped her back and licked the blood he thrust into her. Amelia screamed. The pain on her back was nothing compared to the pain between her legs. Viktor ran his hand between her legs to where he was connected to her and found gold...vampire gold...blood. The blood of a virgin. He licked his fingers moaned. He thrust in again, feeling the blood flow down his legs as well as hers. He thrust again bring more screams and tears to Amelia's eyes. He clawed and fingered between her legs, growing ever more aroused in the taste of her pure, untainted blood.

Soon his thrusts became painful, animalistic and her screams turned to her father. She wished he could burst through and rescue her...but he wouldn't. He slapped her ass and left bloody claw marks in her hips. She, as well as he, were covered in blood. He could not wait to finished to drink from between her legs and relieve himself over and over...the night was still young after all. Viktor came hard, burying himself deeply and fully, nearly tearing Amelia apart. Viktor intended to make this night last, he was no where near finished.

Her screams could be heard through the halls but no one interfered, even though they knew what was going on. The baroness was not going to walk through those castle gates the same.