Cezar's POV

He drank from her! He drank from her and there was nothing we could do! I hated being helpless, and not knowing what to do. If it wasn't for these ropes, I would have killed him.

"So sweet, so good, incredible! I've never tasted something like this for a long time." He said,

Anna was unconscious, her head was bent down and blood trailed down her neck. He started to undo her shackles; before she fell to the floor he took hold of her. Carrying her as a bridal style, she looks innocent, vulnerable, on the Strigoi's rip arms. Against the dark grey robe her face was pale, after all the blood she has lost I knew we lost a valuable fighter. "I know the Strigoi would feed off one of us and that would make it complicated to get out of here alive. They either, will go to the Moroi or me, or one of the Dhampirs and wait for the Moroi to be awakened." The words she said earlier came to me. She was right, the Strigoi did feed on her and it wouldn't be long after they come for one of us. I wondered how she made it out alive when she was captured.

"Where are you taking her?" Marcus voice snapped my train of thoughts. "Don't you dare laid another finger on her you bastard! Let her go!" he looked at Vincent to do some of his Spirit user powers on the Strigoi, but we knew that if he did that our chances of survival were zero.

The Strigoi turned toward us, eyes blasting in full amusement. "Like I would do what the likes of you say. It is rare to see such dark beauty in this world. And now she'll be mine tonight. Don't worry I just want to have some fun with the princess and then I'll bring her to you." He turned and took her away from us. Silence followed after, the loneliness of one comrade gone was a profound feeling. There was nothing we could do, it was impossible to break the tight hold of the ropes in our wrist and ankles.

"Why didn't you do anything Vincent?" Marcus said; his face was hidden from his blond hair. Though, I knew he was having a hard time in Anna's abduction. "You could have saved her."

"Marcus, get it together. You know Vincent hasn't feed for some time, and the blood lust is making him weak. If he uses his Spirit powers we will be two fighters short. We need to concentrate to gather our strength and senses for us to save Anna and get out of here." As the leader I had to keep in control over any kind of situation I got into. I had to make a good escape plan and rescue mission for Anna, if I'm not too late.

"Vincent can you last long enough, to find Anna and mind lock with the Strigoi?"

He grunted which was not good. He was already too weak; the blood lust was getting to him. I try to get a good look at Vincent. His head was down, his body was hanging forward and his eyes were closed, sleeping. It was not use; he really was weak to the point of blood lust. If we didn't find a feeder soon he'll die or probably the Strigoi will awaken him.

"Vincent, can you resist for a few more hours? I know the blood lust is killing you, please be strong and well get out of here, just hang on a little bit longer."

"Damn, this is not working Cezar. We lost Anna, Vincent is in a bad shape, and we don't know if we are going to get out of here alive." Marcus sighted. "I've lost hope in getting out of here."

"Marcus you're not helping! Try and make a conversation with Vincent, keep him conscious, ask him questions while I think of something here."

"Alright, boss."

I was making a plan for two hours, it was risky but effective. We would have to relied on Vincent's powers to find and recue Anna, which it was something he would agree.

For two hours there was nothing but silence, but that changed when the sound of screaming echoed through the caves walls. The creams never die; they kept rising, coming closer. There was a banging in the door and it tremble every time something made contact with it. Then the door opened, and revealed a beautiful bloody woman, looking dangerous with her sword dripping with Strigoi blood.

Rose's POV

I felt needles dug at the low of my throat, twisting deeper and deeper and deeper…

I jerked awake with a yell. Light blinded me, flooding my skull with fire. I flinched and threw up a shielding arm.

Something buffeted in my face, puffing air over the skin. A hard object covered my face. I blinked as shapes coalesced from red-brown-black-white blurs. A blurry head appeared followed by an evil laugh, and disappeared with an eco.

I gritted my teeth. No. I wouldn't be easy killed!

I was weak, my head was aching, and my neck burned like fire and my body was in more pain than I've ever felt in my life. I came to realized I was laying on a stone solid rectangular rock. I heard nothing and sensed no one, opening my eyes I came to see this cave type monument, there were candles everywhere providing the only light in here. I looked around looking for something or a weapon. Right at the other side to my left I saw my sword and my weapons laying in the floor neatly, though, sadly I didn't see my jacket or my face mask.

I got up, and walked over to my weapons. Crouching down I felt a pain shout right in the back of my head, I touched it and I could feel the opening and the warm blood. If this keeps on bleeding is going to be a hell of a disadvantage in fighting. Also the Strigoi will follow me with the smell of blood.

I secured my guns and knives, I took with me the additional silver stakes I saw lying round.

Getting up to my feet and suppressing a grunt. I made my way to the dark hallway from the candle lit room to where the dungeon is. I moved as fast as I could, though it only made me slowdown a little more. I was ready when I sensed a group of Strigois in my way, sword in hand I was ready for the kill. I heard their voices and knew their location before they noticed me.

With the new speed I gained, decapitation was one of the greatest moves I had. They never saw what and who was coming until seconds before their heads hit the ground followed by the rain of blood dripping to my body.

Blood… blood was the warmth in a person's body, and every drop that fell on me felt burning hot. Followed by a sensation of desire and thirstiness, that feeling was always dreadful. This called me out to one person, Lissa.

Deep inside I searched for Lissa's soul, for her darkness that threaten her sanity. It was hard, easy and dangerous to take it all from her, until I was satisfied that there was nothing inside. I felt the familiar rage and hatred and the full blast of dark and the unease thoughts crept inside of me. They must pay! That is one thought that came inside my head.

That sweet sensation crept over me like warm blood. It was a sensation that now felt right instead of wrong. The shadow kiss effects are a gift and a curse put together. Saves your life in the line of danger, and messes up your head.

This is the nature of a Shadowkiss.

The shadowkiss effects made almost forget my mission to save the others. If it wasn't for the lone Strigoi coming I wouldn't have remembered. I stayed alert and ready for his attack, once he saw that the others were dead. He will come at me head on, which gives me the only possible way to hit him with the silver stake at the upper shoulder dig in and out in three point five seconds, and digging the stake at his lower stomach and thighs. Making him unable to move until, I find the others.

Just as I predicted, he wasted no time in the attack. Thought he was strong and fast the fight only lasted one minute. I had him on his knees hissing in rage and pain.

"Tell me where the warriors are!" I hissed in such uncontrollable rage.

"Like hell I would!" clenching his right side, where my stake had cut him deeply his blood flowed constantly.

"Oh, you are going to tell me and take me to them!" With a deceitful smile, I dug the silver stake deep in his chest over and over. Torture felt so right at the moment, there were no hard feelings because he was already dead. Sanity and madness at the moment weren't important with some trash that was already dead!

"Alright, I'll take you to them! Crazy whore." Giving up.

We walked further and further down the tunnel, I memorized the walls, turns and little details of everything my eyes landed on. For five minutes we walked, ahead of us I sensed two Strigoi. Without sympathy I slash my sword in the middle of his head. The head split in half, one side fell silently into the ground the other connected by a few arteries with the body. I took hold of it so it wouldn't make noise once it hit the cold surface of the wall and rocks.

Taking a deep breath, and preparing myself for some sweet action.

Once I was in their view, a low growl hummed, building into a hiss as they leapt towards me with lighting speed of their kind, reaching me within half a blink of a human eye. Their arms swept sideways and I tried to duck. But one of their blows connected, snapping my head back and sending me flying into the pile of rocks in between the corners. If I'd been a few seconds slower in reacting, the Strigoi would have taken my head off before I did could do it first. This two were strong, stronger than I've ever fought before. Maybe it was the effects of blood loss or the darkness was fading.

I was on my feet in an instant, raising my hand to the side of my head and shaking it for a second. The blow had sent my stake flying but I never let go of my sword.

"Stupid whore." The Strigoi voice oozed contempt. "Do you really think you can take me with that puny blade?"

This time it was my turn to attack. I leapt in a fast motion and with perfect timing; I moved left and right and sliced downward with the razor sharp katana, hitting the antique door with enough for to make deep dents in it. Dark hot blood spattered cross my face as I brought the sword around. The Strigoi's shock was short-lived and his face twisted with rage. "You bitch!" He launched himself towards me for the second time. I twisted out of his grasp, but not fast enough. His hand raked just beneath my chests opening a set of parallel wounds to my hips with his long nails. Before he could attack again, I spun and swung the blade in a wide powerful arc, using his speed against him. He ran into the blade-sending him back to the metal door dead. His mouth formed a silent O as blood wept from the diagonal slash across his neck, eyes, nose, and mouth. Droop into tiny pieces to the ground. That move had taken a lot of my energy I was consuming, it might have been one swing but technically there were more than just one. In such speed that no one could ever count.

I search for his pockets and found the keys to free the warriors.

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