Kay everyone we are almost at the best chapter... chapter seven...so far...... well i think.........its going to be so good but its going to take me longer than two days to write so i hope you are fine with what i going on here....i just put some pictures of Thorne and Roxanne on my profile i hope you will look and like. and if you have noticed, i changed the tittle, but not by that much. enjoy this chapter and please REVIEW i love getting reviews....Ahh, so anyways have a good day and enjoy. :P

Chapter Six

Connie walked anxiously through the halls, hurrying to get to her destination.

Since Roxanne had came and was placed under her care she almost like she had her long lost Best Friend back. It was amazing how Roxanne and Kitty were alike. Sometimes Connie actually forgot that it was Roxy other than Kitty. Kitty had the long Black her and the need to defend her Race just like her daughter. Over the last twenty years, the only thing she felt sorry for was the fact that she never got to say goodbye to the one person she truly cared for while being free. When she was younger, she loved Kitty like a sister she never had. They everything while growing up. 'Glued to the hips' as their parents would say when describing them to others. And it was true. They did do everything together, they had a job, for the days they weren't in the fields.

Roxy even looked like her mother. She had hair as black as a moonless night, and Connie knew that when she went into the sunlight, or any light that was bright it took the color of maroon, just like her mother. She was 5'4 but she had long legs, and a narrow waist that made others green with envy. But her eyes wasn't her mothers. Her eyes were her fathers'. He had the most astonishing color of eyes, tiger eyes. She had his tiger eyes, the goldish/yellow eyes that looked as though they could see right into your soul and all of your secrets, but not on Roxy, they weren't like that. If she so wanted to, they could look like they were looking into your soul but normally they didn't, her eyes looked as though got passed her, like she was taking in everything but never really pulling an opinion on anything….if that made any sense.

Connie stopped her thoughts and looked at the huge double doors at the end of the hall way. For the twenty years she had lived here she never walked inside of those two doors, never was she forced and never did she want to, but everything changed since the Rising of the King. Seeming that she was not hear the last time he was awaken, Connie had never met the Blood Drinkers King and had no idea of what was to come out of this meeting he asked to have with her.

It was also safe to say she was scared witless.

When her daughter was born Connie toke it apon herself to make sure that she knew everything there was to know about the outside worlds, that she would never think that being a Slave was the only way to live, that it was all she dissevered, because Trixy dissevered much more than the Blood Drinkers were willing to give her. Trixy was her life since the day she was born, and she could never live with out her daughter.

Taking in a deep breath, Connie lightly knocked on the Doors she was standing in front of. Here goes nothing, she thought.

On the other side of the Double doors, Thorne heard the light knock on the door and took in a deep breath to smell how was disbursing him. He had no time for talking, politely or otherwise. He had to think, think of what he was going to do about Roxanne.

Roxanne…

The name whispered through his thought like water, washing away all of his thoughts.

After he got done with the other Wyher that one of the Elders brought to him she was on his mind very waking moment and unawaking moment. She was in his dreams, the first thing he thought of after waking up and mainly the only thing he thought of while roaming around in his room.

He knew that if he took one step out of his room he would start to her, lift her up in his arms and kiss her senseless. And that was only the beginning. Raking his hand through his long, unbound hair Thorne sighed, This has to end, I can't go around thinking like this, I have a Race to save. Not a girl to woo. He thought.

But it was getting worst.

Placing his hands behind his back, Thorne called out to the person waiting for him to bib them entry. He would find a way from doing what his instincts were begging he to do, and when he did, Roxanne would be dead to him, hopefully.

Connie carefully opened the door, not wanted to tick the Drinker off any more, exceptionally seemings that he was the King and could kill her in a blink of eye, if he so choosed.

The room looked to be a library when Connie first looked at the attrite of the room. Book shelves were lined all of the walls, there was two couches, one on ethier side of the room and alot of recliner chairs. towards the end of the room was a platform with a victorian clair stood out and was probally the Kings chair because it was taller and grander than all of the rest. The chair looked to be about two hunderid years old but still in good shape. but nothing was in the chair.

Looking around the door edge, Connie saw for the every first time, The Blood Drinkers King. He had the air about him of confindence and arigence. His hair was done in dreadlocks, falling aroung his face and shoulders ending five inches passed his shoulders. He looked to be 6'4, he held himself like he roled the world. Connie had no doudt that if he put his mind to it, he would. His eyes were the color of the sea before a huge storm hit it.

He wasn't overly musculare, but lean, and handsome. he was warring tight jeans, with a silk butten up shirt.

"Who are you, and why are you distrubing me?" his voice was low but menicing.

Eyes wide Connie dropped to her knees and looked at the ground, hopeing she did not affend him. "M-my apologies, my lord, you wished to speak with me. I would leave if you so wish." she said.

"Ah, you are Connie, am I right?" he whispered.

Talking in the same tone, "Yes, my lord, I am."

Thorne looked at the female Wyher in front of him. She had strawberry blond hair, blue eyes(that he noticed from before when she bravlly looked at him in the eyes) and was relitivlly skinny.

"Your duaghter is Trixy, am I right?" he asked, already knowing the answered she would give him.

"Yes, my lord." she answered.

With a cort nod he turned on his heel and walked up to his chair, sat down then said, "Close the door behind you, Connie, and come closer."

Connie did has he asked.

Kneeling at the botten of the two stairs to the chair that Thorne was sitting on, Connie looked down to the floor. it was disrespertful for a Slave to look at any Blood drinker in the eye if a Wyher was a Slave, Connie knew this, everyone knew this. So when she looked at him in the eyes, he could kill her if he so choosed, that simply fact was why her heart was puonding in her ears.

"You have been in charge of Roxanne for the past two weeks, since she got here, I am right, are I not?" He asked with the same voice tha he was using before.

"Yes, my lord, you are." Connie answered.

"And they have became friends...."

A smile spread across Connie's lips before she could stop it, "Yes, my lord, they have became grate friends."

Connie didn't see it but his eyebrows rased a bit.

"You have known from the begginning that Roxanne would be staying under your charge for every long, and yet, you let her get close to another....Why have you done that?"

"I am sorry, my lord, but there was nothing for me to do. I was once grate friends with the girls mother when I was....."

"Free, when you were free." He filled in for her.

"Yes."

"You wanted them to friends because you and Roxannes' mother was once friends."

"Yes."

Thorne was angery. Roxanne was his, no one elses', ever. The every air that she was breathing in and out was because of him and his controle. The clothes on her back was his, from him. The reason why she was not roting in a grave was because he did not kill her when he was supposed to. She was his.

Thornes' thoughts should have shocked him, they should have made him think of what he was thinking, but he didn't. The beast in him that was geting stronger with every breath he toke since he was waken was becomeing stronger, and that beast wanted Roxanne. He wanted her with always, beside him, in his arms, he wanted to whisper things in her ears....the beast and Thorne wanted her like nothing they ever wanted before. He had no doudt that he would get her and that she was the one and only that could tame him anf the beast inside him. before she ever even has a chance he was going to make her his with all of the Possessive Laws.

And he was going to give her his ring, the piece of his old life that he kept over the long and lonily years of his life while alone. Thorne looked down to his ring. it was made out of pure gold and greenn emeralds. ans since he woke up, its been her's not his.

"In three days time you will have Roxanne here, dressed in what i shall give you to dress her in and you wil forget you ever saw her before. Do you understand?" he asked.

"I understand, my lord." Connie whispered.

"Be sure you are here in the early hours of the Night so i may give you what i wish her to ware."

"Yes, my lord."

"Good, you may go, but beofre I forget, if you ever look at me in the eyes again, I shall kill you."