This one's shorter, but I liked ending it where I did. More fun later.

"I don't remember the apartment being this far away." I grumbled, arms crossed tightly over my chest. "Or in this direction."

Isaac sighed, but didn't look at me. "That's because we aren't going to the apartment."

"Then where are we going?"

"Somewhere else."

The drive had already lasted a good hour since we dropped Ryan off at the club and bid him farewell. Farewell in the form of a forced, smiling goodbye from me, though I couldn't let him touch me after disposing of Candy. Maybe that makes me a bit of a hypocrite being that I was with a vampire, but it made me uncomfortable. Isaac was a monster, he killed things because he was twisted and cannibalistic, for a regular human to join in the fun…it was just wrong.

The monster stretched in his seat and clicked his many silver rings on the steering wheel. I don't like people bullshiting me, and after my batched escape attempt I was feeling a little bolder. I'd realized that despite all his menace and threats, I was still relatively unscathed. Sure he'd crushed my hand and fed from me twice, and nearly…he still hadn't killed me. For whatever reason, he wanted me alive and healthy enough to fight with him.

So I did.

"Are you going to tell me? It's not like we're going in the same direction or anything."

"Is 'shoved out onto the freeway' the same direction?" He asked, tightening his hold on the steering wheel. The bar creaked softly until his grip and I arched a brow. Someone was feeling pissy.

"Ok Mr. Temper-Tantrum, how far is it?"

"Mira…"

"Is this lovely drive going to last much longer? And speaking of which, how the fuck are you in the sun?"

He snapped then with a growl and whipped out his arm to grab the back of my neck. I yelped thinking he was about to bash my face into the dashboard, but he only squeezed until it hurt. Hunched forward, I tried to lift my hands in surrender.

"It's like riding with a toddler. Damn it, Mira." He took a deep breath and the tension slowly vanished. I pressed myself in to the door, glaring at him and rubbed my neck where there would definitely be a bruise.

"You don't like kids?" I asked huffily. Isaac's lips lifted into a tight smile.

"What's not to love? Tiny, snack-sized people."

I grimaced. "You're disgusting."

He ignored me after that, but lucky me, my nettling had gotten him to drive faster.

When we pulled into a large gate I started to get a bad feeling. This was eerily similar to Colette's house, and I really didn't want to see that woman again any time soon. It was a different house, I knew, but that could mean it was the home of another vampire. Another elder maybe? This night had been long enough.

"Isaac?"

"If you open your mouth again, I'm going to reach down your throat and tear out your lungs."

"Is that even possible?"

"Let me know when I try."

He sped down the drive, through trees, eager to get me out of the car. Cool with me, though the big house we were pulling up to didn't look very inviting. It was more modern then Colette's estate, a little flashy. Whoever live inside had gotten it to impress and hadn't failed. As we pulled up to a docking door I clutched my arms tighter.

We were surrounded by cars in what looked more like a private dealership then a garage. Classic and new. Isaac parked us in an empty slot and unlocked the doors. I let myself out to frown at everything.

"Is this some sort of party?" I asked as he spun the keys around his finger and moved toward a cabinet.

"What are you talking about?"

I motioned at the cars and he laughed, loosing the foul mood as if it had never existed. (Which struck me as kinda bi-polar and was unnerving) The vampire opened the cabinet with a small key and hung his keys among many others.

"We're alone." He looped his arm in mine and walked me toward the door. "This is one of mine."

As in his house?! He owned this place? "Then why the hell were we staying in an apartment?" That last bit kinda slipped out before I could stop it but he chuckled.

"That was my city pad, this is my home."

I giggled at his use of the word pad then forgot how to breath as we entered the estate and moved into the entrance hall. I say hall as in huge fucking room with a domed ceiling, double staircases and art and..holy crap this place was nice.

"Are we really staying here?" I asked, feeling not unlike a child on Christmas. Who doesn't have the rich-people house fantasy?

"For a while. I take it you aren't upset by this?"

I waved it off, "Dismayed."

"Oh, good then." He didn't let me stop to admire the place, but kept moving until we'd climbed the stairs and gone down the right hallway. "You need to sleep now. Busy day tomorrow."

"Will we ever have a night to just…chill?" I asked. He reached out and opened a door to one of the many rooms in the hall. It was big, furnished in dark woods and deep colors, and had a bathroom door on the opposite wall. He ushered me in quickly and closed the door, striding then to a walk-in closet.

"Take off that dress, I don't want you getting anything wet." He called from within while I scoffed.

"Absolutely not." I turned to look at the big canopy bed made up in a dark sapphire and silver. Whoever decorated for him had taste. "I've heard that quite enough for a while."

When I turned back, he was standing there. He tossed a lump of material onto the edge of the bed and grabbed me. His expression was blank as he spun me around and lifted my hair to unzip the back of the dress.

"Were you even listening?" I hissed, trying to jerk away, but his arm snaked around my waist and held me tight against him.

"Not really." He murmured. Before I knew what was happening, he had stripped the shoulders down my arms and the dress pooled around my feet. Instinctively, my arms moved to shield myself, where I could, and he turned me back around. Again there was hunger in his eyes, only now I was completely helpless. He arched a brow at my arms then met my eyes.

"Remember when I promised I'd see you naked?" I tried to pull away from him, but he only smiled. "Consider yourself lucky that I'm tired, pretty little Mira. Otherwise I wouldn't be laying you across that bed to sleep."

"You're not going to touch me."

"Not tonight."

"Not ev-" He pressed his finger to my lips with a sly grin.

"Let's not make promises we can't keep." He said and pulled the material he brought off the bed. "Now, be a good girl. Arms up."

It took me a moment to understand what he was asking and when I did I still couldn't move. Was he seriously going to treat me like a child, or an invalid? I frowned, but he gave me a pointed look and nodded toward my arms. Feeling sick, I slowly raised them and his smile widened.

He took an endless, humiliating moment to look me over before he pulled the short nightgown over my head and down my thighs. His fingers traced slowly back up to my hips before dipping back to cup my ass and tug me up against him. Now flush with his body, I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself and tried to keep from hyperventilating.

"Try not to stay up too late. You're getting up at 10." He seemed to be enjoying this strange little Daddy game.

"In the morning?" what was that, like 3 hours from now?

"Tonight, Mira. Do try to use your brain, I know you have one."

I shoved away from him, landing on the bed with a huff and glared. Isaac only laughed, shaking his head.

"Goodnight, pet."

I didn't move until the door closed behind him, and by then I was too exhausted to explore anyway. I drifted off to thoughts of Candy and Ryan. Colette with her hair blowing around her and looking furious. What did he have planned for tomorrow?

I'm hoping to get the next chapters up pretty soon, cuz they're the ones I've been waiting for and I'm all giddy now.

BTW, the Him, I referred to in the last chapter was not Ryan.

Also, sorry about the lag in my posting, lots of distractions lately. Oh, drama, how I love the. Riiight.

:D

-Kisses and Entrails-