The kiss didn't last very long. It was short and sweet. Just like a friendly kiss should be. If I ever knew what one of those was. It's not like I had a lot of guys kissing me as of late, or ever. However, it did bring back many memories. Especially the night that Silas took me home from the club. I still remember that night. It was probably the most memorial memory I had of him before things got all messed up. I think I even lingered there, in that kissing pose long after Silas backed away. When I opened my eyes I saw him smiling at me.

"Oh...well, that was unexpected." I gasped and cheeks flushing bright red.

"Sorry. I just couldn't help myself" Silas admitted.

I touched my lips, still a tingling sensation left. I laughed. Feeling so excited and free, I wanted to kiss him again, but knowing that it was wrong. I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself either. I walked over to him again, wrapped my arm around his neck and kissed him again. This time harder than before. This time it was about passion. Not just a spontaneous kiss, but a passionate one. One that I had been longing for. Not from just anyone, but from Silas. His lips were cool to the touch and it soothed mine that were burning with heat. And just as the moment started, it was over. Silas pulled away, again.

"Are you sure you want this?" he asked breathlessly as if he had to breath at all.

I looked at him lustfully, "I've always wanted you. Don't you get that?"

As he backed away, I came closer. Resting my hand on his chest. I looked up from my eyelashes to his eyes. My lips pout, teasing him for more. I did want more. I wanted all of him. Forget the fight, forget what happened, forget everything. It was now. In this moment, he was what I wanted. I wasn't sure if it was because my heart pined for him or if the feeling between my legs drew me closer, but even still, I pressed myself against his hard and cool body. He wasn't resisting, he was just standing there.

"I don't want you to do anything you might regret" he said, this time labored. He wanted this too and it was that evident to me. If only I could see into him, see his soul and how he really felt.

"Why would I regret this?" I asked, running my hand up his chest and across his shoulders.

"Because" he grabbed my hand and pulled it off of him before he backed away again. This time I didn't move, letting him finish his thought before I moved again. "You've made it very clear that you didn't want to be with anyone now. That this was not what you wanted."

"I was wrong. I was so very wrong though Silas. I do want someone. I want you. I need you. I just couldn't realize it until now." I pleaded with him, hoping that he would just swoop me up in his arms and take me there in the bar. No one was around. Ruben was preoccupied with Portia and knowing them both, they might be awhile. That only left Ginger, who was too drunk to lift her head anyways. Everyone else had left. Might as well close to bar. Which is exactly what I did. I walked past Silas, to the door and locked it. Turning the lights on dim, I turned back towards him. My heart was racing. I wanted this. I was sure of it.

"Anabelle, are you even thinking clearly? You told me countless times after that night at Portia's that you wanted nothing to do with either myself or Julius. What changed now?" He asked, backing up. As if I, the human, the fairy, the halfling who saw visions intimidated the Vampyre.

Suddenly my temper flared. Could he just not get it? Was I being that coded that he couldn't follow me? "Seriously! I throw myself at you and you want to sit here and talk about it? Seriously?"

Silas flinched, as if I had changed into a wicked beast like my Aunt. "No, that's not what I'm trying to do."

"Then what is it? Am I suddenly not good enough for you?" My anger spiking. I was angry. Overly angry. I couldn't contain myself. I wanted to hit something, anything, anyone. I was fueled with rage. So much rage that I could literally see red.

"No, I never..."

"Then what?" I interrupted him, this time with more anger in my voice, yelling at him. Why was I so mad? I knew he was only trying to be clear about the boundaries that I created.

"What has you so angry?" He asked, walking closer to me.

Yes, that's what I wanted. I wanted him closer. I wanted to feel his skin, his touch, his lips on mine. And as soon as he touched me, my anger spiked to levels that I had never even been before. I had never been so mad in my life. As much as I wanted him near, I wanted him away. So as he got closer, I quickened pace and smacked him, hard in the face. The shock that I sent him through coursed all over. His expression changing from confusion to outright startled.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked.

Still, shaking from the fact that I had actually hit him, I did it again. This time harder. Maybe he couldn't feel pain, so I pressed on, harder. I smacked him over and over again. He never once raised a hand and never backed away. He took it like a man should.

"Stop!" He yelled trying to grab my hands as I continued to hit him. This time, drawing blood from his mouth. My anger still coursed through me in huge waves. I couldn't understand why I was so angry.

"Stop!" He yelled again. This time, caught the attention of Portia, who was out of the back room in a matter of milliseconds. She saw the interaction between us and suddenly, my anger shifted from Silas, to Portia.

"You!" I yelled and pointed. "You relish this...this...curse and yet you act like you even care!"

"Ani..." Portia's face twisted with pain.

"You live in your lavish homes, you go on fancy vacations, sleep with whomever you want and take what you want and you do nothing for anyone but yourself." I spat at her. Literally spitting on her my anger was so ferocious.

"What's wrong with her? What did you do?" Portia looked to Silas.

"Don't you look away from me!" I yelled again and grabbed her hair, pulling hard so she was bent back towards me.

That is when Silas finally intervened. He grabbed me from behind and pulled me away from Portia who was holding her hair with a shocked expression on her face. I held a clump of dark auburn hair in my hand and it shook as I screamed to get away. Ruben had walked out of the back, neck free of red hand prints of where he was choked, only to be replaced with teeth marks where Portia had fed from him. He was zipping up his pants and his shirt was wide open, exposing the curly hair on his chest.

"What's going on?" He asked as he walked towards Portia.

"She's gone mad. I'm not sure what her problem is" she answered, still in shock over what happened.

"It's the bond" Silas said as he pushed me down on a chair. "Ruben, get something to tie her up with. We need her stable so she won't come attacking us again."

I screamed and thrashed, trying to get free. "No!" I yelled. Doing anything I could to get away from them I resorted to biting when Silas put his arm close to my face. I even drew blood. Seeing the crimson juice flowing from his arm, I started to suck on it. His blood would give me strength and I could fight them all, fight to be free. Fight to run to Julius who would protect me. Julius. Why was I thinking of him? Why would I think that Julius would come to save me.

"Ani! Calm down. This isn't your fury. It's his." Silas pulled his arm away from me and steadied my arms on the chair, looking me in the face. "Look at me!"

I huffed and breathed heavily as I stared at him. My fury growing and growing. Just the sight of him made me want to throw up I was so mad.

"This isn't you. You need to snap out of it" he shook me.

That is when Portia pushed him aside and smacked me across the face. Her cool hand meeting contact with my cheek and it burned. Might have even broken a few bones in my face that would soon heal from the fresh blood that I just took from Silas. Either way, it still hurt like hell. That was enough to snap me out of it. The anger subsided and I felt calmer than before. The anger was still there, but it was dull, as if in the back of my mind it still coursed.

"What happened?" I asked calmly.

"You were acting like a freaking lunatic! What the hell has gotten into you?" Portia yelled at me. This time it was her turn to be angry and I couldn't blame her.

"I don't know. I...I..." I started to cry and then looked at Silas as he phone started to ring.

"I'll need to take this" he said as he walked outside. I could hear the heated conversation from the person on the other side of the line as he walked out of the door.

"Julius" I concluded.

"Yeah, no kidding. Damn, if this is what having a bond is like, I'll have to be more careful about Ruben and I's exchanges." Portia concluded.

"It was his anger wasn't it? He felt how I was feeling being with Silas and he got angry" I put the pieces together. It all made sense. That had to be who Silas was on the phone with now. It had to be Julius reaming him out touching me, as if he had a right too.

That is when Ruben came into the room again, holding a giant chain. "All I have is this."

"No use now, the bitch snapped out of it" Portia said as she kept her eye on me. "Right? Have you snapped out of it, or should we chain you up just in case?"

"No, I'm fine. I swear" I pleaded. I really didn't want to be tied up and more urgently, I didn't want to be tied to Julius. I didn't want him to have access to my feelings and be affected by his. This just brought me back down to my depression that I was in. What was I doing here? What was I trying to achieve by trying to seduce Silas. This was just the reason why I had told him to stay away. I knew how my heart felt, but until I can figure out how to stop feeling this way, I needed to stay away. Away from everyone. "I need a drink."

"What would you like?" Ruben asked as he went behind the bar.

"Scotch, straight" I told him as he poured me a glass. I got up and walked to the bar, picked up the glass with the copper liquor and downed it in seconds. My mouth felt on fire as well as my insides as the scotch burned within me, numbing me.

"More" I requested, and again Ruben poured another glass for me to throw back.

It was the door slamming as Silas walked back into the bar that drew my attention away from the drinks that I needed then and there. His face was grim and he was angry. The scotch had affected me quickly as it wasn't a normal tolerance I had, so I stumbled towards him.

"I. Am. So. Sorry." I threw myself at him and wrapped my arms around his body. He stood there stiffly as if not affected by my touch.

"Please, say something. Anything." I pleaded again, putting my hands to his face and making him look at me. "Please!"

He looked away and left me there, standing with empty hands. "We can not do this. Not until this bond of yours has been broken" he muttered, barely audible.

"Silas. Please." I begged. Portia and Ruben stood there, looking on as if they were watching a sad love story that didn't turn out right. Portia had sad eyes as she looked upon me.

"No! I can't do this!" Silas screamed and raised his hands up in the air. "I can't do this!"

"Silas, Please, let me explain." I begged, coming near him. Feeling like such a broken woman, trying to convince the man she loved to come back to her. The kind of woman I never wanted to be, but here found myself in that predicament.

Silas walked over to me, placed his hands on my face, "I care about you too much. I just can't be with you when you are bonded to my cousin. I just can't, but I promise you, I promise that I will find a way to break the bond without you bonding to another. I promise you this".

And just like that, he kissed me one last time and swiftly left and I was left in the middle of a dim lit bar, alone, on my knees and crying.