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Damian Kingsley's POV

Joyous music fills the air behind me, as hundreds of couples waltz together on the giant floor; the men spinning the beautiful women around and around until they are dizzy, the blood rushing to their cheeks in a blush.

I incline my head toward a small blonde waltzing a few feet away from me with a quite large man. Her cheeks are a bright red shade, and the smell of her blood wafts toward me as the larger man spins her around quickly. I feel the burn in my throat and my eyes focus in on the girl's tiny neck. How easy it would be to slip away and break the tiny neck of this girl and feel the blood drain on my fingers as I clench my teeth around her. My temptations for the ill fate of this girl will have to wait for later. I am on a mission to find someone else. She can't escape me for much longer anymore.

I pause where I am, smiling my piercing pearl teeth at my neighbors who walk past. Suddenly, my ears pick up on her voice. She is near. I hear her laughter. I have got her now. I stroll over to the terrace where her voice rings clear from. I try to walk as humanly as possible, walking as slow as a turtle. After nearly two hundred years of practice, I am able to blend in with the humans and control my thirst around them. Otherwise, how else would I have become as powerful as I am?

I make it to the door that leads to the terrace and pause. She is not alone. A male voice echoes into the night. He is laughing, just as she is. I lean my head around the door to peer at them. Her bright green eyes shine under the moonlight and her soft brown hair blows in the breeze. Her hands are wrapped in those of a male. He is much taller than she is, but still resembles her. They have the same emerald eyes and wispy brown hair.

"So how dull is this for you," he teases her.

"Oh you have no idea," she answers back, laughing, "It can be such a drag dancing with hundreds of male suitors that only mother approves of."

"I can only imagine what it must be like," the male voice confesses, "But that man, Sir Kinglsey, seems mighty smitten with you."

I feel anxiety stuck in my stone body, anxious to hear what she discloses about me. My smile quickly turns down into a grimace, an expression of fury, when I hear the roar of distaste she makes as she drops the man's hands and turns to peer out over the railing, into the darkness.

"Don't remind me of him!" she screeches to him, her voice filled with anger.

The male watches her curiously before interjecting, "Why? He seems like a very likable gentleman."

"Sir Kingsley," she spits out into the open cool air, "Is an arrogant toe rag, completely obsessed with power and money and the pride that comes along with it! I am in utter disgust every time I look at him or hear his sneering voice and it would give me nothing but the highest content in life if he was simply drowned by the weight of his own riches and vanities in the world!"

She starts to breathe fiercely, clenching her fists together at her sides, and I am so close as to run out and simply sink my teeth into her smooth neck now. I will teach her a lesson! I will make her see how lucky she would be to have Damian Kingsley!

I pry my hands off the door they are clenching onto, ready to pounce on her, when the male reaches out to her. "Janie," he tries to say reasonably. He touches her hand, and what appears to be a spark of an electrical shock, causes him to jump back. Jane looks almost as surprised as he is to see what she did. "What was that?" the male says angrily, clutching his hand and waving it back and forth to rid of the stinging pain.

"I don't know," she says aghast, "It must have been because I was so angry about Sir Kinglsey." I notice how she says my name in disgust, the same tone every time.

"Yeah, well do me a favor and talk about him to someone else next time," the male says, still upset and still waving his hand in the air.

Jane reaches to take his hand again. I watch as he winces, but he then gives it to her willingly once he realizes she wouldn't hurt him again.

"Frederick," she says softly to him, the sweetness trying to soothe him, "I'm very sorry. I don't know what happened. Please, forgive me? Don't be mad. I can't stand the thought of you being angry with me as you cross the Atlantic tomorrow. I don't know when I'll see you again."

"Ah Janie," he says, pulling her into his chest, "I could never be mad at you. You're my sister and one of the most important things in this world to me. I wish I could be here for you, to help you deal with mother and all of her plans for you, but I will rescue you from here as soon as I can. I love you Janie."

I watch as she closes her eyes, sealing off the emerald jewels to me, and smiles in content. "I love you too," she whispers into the darkness.

I turn away from the terrace, refusing to look back at the two holding each other. I feel my body shaking with rage, my fists clenched together. A bit of light reflects back at me, and I turn to stare into the mirrors lining the wall. My gleaming ruby eyes are dark and filled with hatred.

So she thought of me disgusting and repulsing. Well, I will make her see reason. I want her. She is mine to have. I feel the power that pulses through her veins every time I am near her, a power that can only be released when she is no longer human.

Yes, my plan is not to suck the life out of Jane. Her blood is nowhere near the most appetizing to me anyway and her petite body would hardly ever satisfy me. No, my plan for Jane is to make her mine. She will become what I am; a vampire. In her human form, she is already strong, resilient, beautiful, and fierce. These qualities will only be highlighted when she becomes my vampire companion. There is no weakness in her. With her by my side as my queen, I can become the most powerful vampire, ruling not only the humans, but other vampires as well. I will put an end to that saintly Volturi and their pathetic laws. Aro, Caius, Marcus, and that indecent Carlisle who hangs around with them, obviously repulsed by our species, will all bow down to me!

There is only one thing holding me back; the only thing that threatens my plan. She looks at me in disgust. She will never come anywhere near me. I want her to come willingly. I want her to feel as though she has nothing, so as she will crave the power and strength that I can give her. I want her to want me too.

There would be only one simple way to do this, and as I walk out the door of the Aylwin estate, I see my destination and Jane's as well. In order for us to unite, I need to break her of all human ties. I need to rid her of everything; everything that she loves and cares about in this world so she will come running to me for mercy, otherwise, she will never be all mine.

~Sorry it was kind of short. It didn't really fit anywhere else. Thanks for reading! Review Please!~