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Chapter 13: The Bait

I wasn't sure what woke me.

I was just suddenly very awake with my eyes wide and body straining. I scanned my surroundings in a swift moment, taking in the scene as fast as possible and forcing myself not to panic. My heart was pounding so loudly that I couldn't hear anything else. It is dark and cold and the air feels humid. There were only two small barred windows in this run-down abandon space that are too high for me to reach and too small of a space for me to escape. I bucked against the tight cuffs that are clutching painfully at my wrist and ankles, making clinking metal noises as the chains scrap against the hard cold wall.

I let out a long shaky breath, fighting against these cuffs isn't going to get me anywhere so I decided to just lean against the wall and stay still. I shivered when my skin came in contact with the cold surface. I look around my surrounding once more; this is definitely very far away from home.

I observed the way I was held by chains to the wall and chuckled to myself; isn't this the same way he was chained to the wall back then in the basement?

I guess some things just never change.

For only a split second, I actually forgot that I was kidnapped. Until reality stepped into the room and allowed the very weak light to feed my eyesight; my heart stopped beating.

"Victor,"

I said his name with enough venom to freeze hell. His smile shows that he could detect a tint of fear in my voice and I hated it. I hated the fact that he could smell my fear rolling off me like waves. Victor stood a step closer to me and my heart started beating again; this time it beat so hard I thought I was going to choke on it.

"Why, hello there, Adele. I can't say I'm not flattered that you still remember me." A cunning smile spread across his handsome face but his icy blue eyes were dancing with menace.

Victor walked towards me, his movements like a cat ready to pounce on its prey. He was wearing black leather pants so tight that seemed almost uncomfortable, and a high black boots that nearly covered his entire leg. His shirt was a deep rich blue and collar high, at least three buttons was left undone to show his bare chest and a little bit of his fine sexy abs. The cloth looks like real silk and splendiferous against his pale skin and blond white hair. Even though he was my kidnaper, I kind of like the idea of a hot one.

Victor's smile widens, showing a little of his sharp and intimidating fangs, when he caught me staring at him like some eye-candy. "What?" he cocked his head to one side, "Like the view?" He asked as he inched forward and leaned himself into me.

I shuddered at the touch of his skin against mine. His skin was deathly cold, as a vampire should be. I swallowed and force myself to stay calm even when our bodies are touching. I smiled back at him, trying to sound seductive instead of panic. "I like this side of you." My voice sounded amazingly calm, even to me.

He threw back his head and laughed, his laughter sending chills down my spine and even though he is scaring the daylights out of me, I can't help but be attracted to his looks like a moth to fire. I mentally laughed at myself, wondering how I can actually be thinking about how good he looks instead of thinking of a way to get my ass out of here. A part of me hates and is afraid of him, but another part of me is actually enjoying his everlasting beauty. I snickered; yeah, he is beautiful alright, and definitely deadly.

"What are you snickering about?" Victor asked, his eyes showing slight anger of not knowing what I was thinking. He hovered dangerously too close for comfort and I pressed my back to the wall even more, hoping to be able to be farther apart from him as possible. I have to distract him as much as possible until I find out why he wants me here, or what he is going to do to me. I just have to play along.

Plastering a seductive smile on my face, I tried to sound flirty. "I am wondering why I am stupid enough back then not to choose you in the first place; I sure am regretting that by now." See me gag.

Victor chuckled, his voice like velvet against my skin. "Why? Am I that exciting?" Talk about stroking a man's ego.

"At least you'd make my every day more—" I leaned my face in so our lips will be a breath apart, "—intoxicating," Victor draw in a shaky breath, a new kind of interest danced in his icy blue eyes, "You're tempting me," He said in a calm tone but I know better; he is definitely shaken.

I smiled sweetly at him but my eyes never forgetting its seduction. "Why? Are you tempted?"

Victor mirrored my smile, "Would you like to find out?"

I would rather be dead than letting him touch even a strand of hair on my body but rejecting him would cause him to snap; and I definitely do not want that. Thankfully, God answered my prayers.

The rusty metal door, now that I've realized it as the entrance, was flung open with enough force to bring down the whole ceiling. Mindy stalked in looking very beautiful and very pissed.

I kind of hated that last part.

She glared at me, her amazing violet eyes squinting at me so much that I find it amusing how she can still see me. "Stop tempting my Victor and at the very least act like you're scared. We're not here to play games, Adele," She said my name with enough venom that I could practically lick off it, "And please don't play with the bait, Victor. If you want sex, you know you can find me."

Well, this part of her sure didn't change.

I smiled at her and she snapped, "What?"

I kept my smile on, "Glad to see you didn't change much since the last time we met, Mindy." I made sure I dip her name in acid before drawling them out, making them sound much more bitchier than she actually is.

"Don't you dare make my name sound like a bitch, you little wrench." She hissed angrily at me and I can say that if she were given the chance, she'd definitely tear my throat out by now. Victor was smirking as if he found Mindy's word unbelievably funny. Mindy whirled on him, her violet eyes shooting daggers, "What are you laughing at, Victor?"

Her voice was intimidating but it didn't shake Victor up much. He just stared at her with a bored look. The kind of look you get from a boyfriend who is tired of being your boring sex partner. Victor wasn't one to say much, but in one sentence you can get what he is getting at. "You're starting to annoy me, Mindy."

Mindy, who looked a little taken aback by Victor's tone wailed hysterically at him, "Victor, honey! How could you say that! I am not annoying! I am not! How can you say that to me?" If she could cry tears, she would be by now. Blah, her acting. "That is too mean, Victor! I mean, are you taking sides with her? How can you do this to me? We—we are one! You said I was the best sex you have ever had! You haven't even slept with her yet and you're already taking sides? That's just—that's just too unfair!"

Okay; now she is really starting to piss me off.

But Victor isn't one to suck up to his girlfriend so she would stop her yapping. Instead, he turned his eyes on her, now a fearsome red and in his usual calm voice said, "Out; now." He made the very normal words sound like the ultimate order that I could feel fear trickling down my own skin.

Mindy had shut her trap up and stared fearfully at Victor, realizing that she must have crossed the line. She backed off a little, now no longer standing in her full five foot six with elegance and pride. She looked a little timid this way but she didn't show it when she turned to face me. Her eyes held more than just anger and hatred as she hissed at me, "You better watch it; I can't guarantee you will walk out of here alive."

I smiled at her even though I was a little shaken by her intimidating red eyes, "I just might,"

"If Victor doesn't finish you off; I will."

I hated the smile she is giving me; it was full with menace and it is scaring the shit out of me. I swallowed hard and force myself to smile back, "Then I hope that time doesn't comes."

She gave me a quick look-over and showed her fangs a little in her smile, "You'd be wishing it was me that will be finishing you off when he's through with you."

"I'm sure he won't bore me," I took the chance to throw Victor a seductive smile; pissing Mindy off even more, "And vice versa."

She looked like her top was going to blow off any minute and that kind of humors me even in this situation. At least I get to piss someone off before I die.

Mindy gave off a very angry high-pitched shriek before stomping off, her black vinyl boots making click-clacking noise against the cold hard cement floor. As soon as Mindy was out of the picture, Victor took a step forward like cats on two legs and smiled at me, his fangs bared. "Are you not going to ask me why you're here? Come on, ask me."

Oh, great. He wants to play.

But not games that I wanted to play; the way Victor walks around me makes me feel like a trapped prey, and that scares me even more. When I didn't ask, he slapped me lightly, sending stars exploding in my vision. "Ask me, Adele." I didn't want to join in his idea of a game, but I didn't want to be hit again either. But if I don't do as he says, wonder what he will do to me when I am unconscious. Plus, it won't take much energy to hit me out cold. So when my vision cleared up, I asked, "Why am I here, Victor?"

"I hate your sarcasm, but I'll let it pass." He smiled at me but his eyes weren't. "You will be my bait for awhile."

I already knew that, was what I wanted to say; but I kept my mouth shut for the sake of not getting hit again. I asked instead, "Who do you intend to lure in with me as bait?"

He ran one finger down my arm and I shivered at his touch, my heart pumping faster. His grin widens as he tasted fear, "I'm not going to let it be easy for you; make a guess."

I took a deep breath in through my nose and let it out slow. My heart calmed down a bit. Good. "Your brothers," I made it sound more like a statement than a question.

Three angry long lines formed on my arm when he made a swift movement with his hands. I winced in pain. Blood oozed out of the wound and Victor did what seemed like the most casual thing in the world by licking the blood off my arm. His eyes redden for a moment before returning to its usual icy blue. He licked his lips, "Yummy."

I was slightly disgusted at that but hey; he wasn't the first one to say that before. "And then?" I asked him, "What are you going to do when they get here? How'd you even know they're in town?"

Victor chuckled, looking slightly smug for some reason. "Well, you're forgetting that I am a vampire, Adele. I know. I can smell them; taste their scent right on my tongue." His smile suddenly looked a little scarier than before, "Like the way I can taste that scent of your delicious blood right on my tongue."

I looked away and focused my eyes on the far away pillar instead. Victor grabbed my face so I would look at him. I hissed in pain when his nails dug deep into my skin. Victor was taller than I was and even with my heels, he was still taller than me by at least six inches. He had to look down when we are standing this close to each other. Blood started to drip down my chin from the spot his nails were digging in. I jerked my head away when he brought his mouth close and licked the blood off my chin in slow lingering licks.

Victor put on a tighter grip on my face so I would stop moving and if I struggled; his nails will dig in deeper. The strength in his fingers was enough to crush my jaw if he squeezed. I closed my eyes; a frustrated growl escaped my lips. I wanted to run away, to punch this psycho vampire but couldn't; not with my hands and legs chained so tightly.

I cleared my throat when I felt like a scream was going to come out. "What—" I asked him, my voice a pitch too high and I hated it, "What are you going to do to them when they get here?"

Victor traced his free hand up and down my bare arm, "I don't know; maybe torture them a little? Do something fun? There are some things that I wanted to try out for a long time; just didn't have the right subject to try it on," He suddenly seemed very interested in my Dolce & Gabbana belt, "You know, keep them long enough without blood and they would fry under the sun," He said that smiling, his fangs showing slightly, "Well, that all depends on my mood…" With a swift tuck, he pulled off my belt, breaking the gold metal buckle from its leather belt. He threw the belt behind his shoulder, not giving it even a second glance.

Since my chin is still held by Victor like a vise, I couldn't move my head to look at where my belt had fallen. Just the sound of the clattering metal buckle against the cement floor confirmed its sad and tragic death. I took a deep breath in; if what he is going to do to the Donahue brothers depends on his mood, then it is all up to me to keep him in a good mood, isn't it?

But then…

"How are they going to find me here, Victor?" I asked. I just realized that if someone is supposed to save you, they will have to know where to find you first or there will be no game. So how are they going to know I am missing…or taken away by their evil maniac brother? Speaking of which, what is the date today?

I was going to ask him that but as soon as I saw Victor leaned his body onto mine and brought his lips down, I squeezed my eyes shut. But Victor did not kiss me; not my lips anyway. He was sending little teasing kisses down my neck, his fangs slightly scraping against my skin and I fought the urge to scream. With his free hand, he pulled on my collar so my neck would be more exposed. Sometimes, the kisses were just a brush of lips. Sometimes, he would put pressure on the kiss that the fangs were about to penetrate my skin.

I whimpered, then mentally cursed myself. Victor likes fear, and he is doing it on purpose. Panic would not help. Panic would not help. I kept repeating it over and over again in my head until I stopped pulling at the chains. I kept very still and glared at the figure that was too busy sending kisses down my neck. I decided to switch fear to anger. They always work.

"Are you not going to tell me what today's date is?" I asked; my voice with a tint of anger. This made Victor looked up from what he was doing. He had a confused look on. Maybe he was wondering why I am not moved by what he just did. Victor moved back a little so he could look at me in the eye without having to look down.

"Mindy knocked you out too hard; you slept for a day."

I did a little calculation in my head. So I have been missing for at least 48 hours; the kids must be in a panic now. Suddenly Dominic's face came to mind. Will he be looking for me now? Will he be panicking like Fragrance and Nathaniel will? Will he come and save me?

I pushed the thought away. No, Dominic mustn't come. None of the Donahue brothers should come. If death is what Victor wants his brothers to have, none of them should come.

"It rained the day we brought you here; so the rain must have washed away your scent,"

I sighed with relief. If the rain washed away my scent, then they won't be able to find me here. They will be safe. Just the thought of that makes my body less tense.

"But you know…" Victor started tracing his fingers up my arm again. It was an idle gesture, as if he wasn't really concentrating. I was really glad because I sure don't want to be here if he is concentrating. "There is other ways to get him here; like sending him a lock of your hair," Hey, I did thought about that! "But you know I do prefer more sadistic ways that involves pain and pleasure…" I do not like the way his words trailed off like that and I definitely do not like that free hand of his caressing my bare thigh.

"You mean; you want me to call out to them…mentally," I stared hard into Victor's ice blue eyes; something in his eyes tells me that he wants his brothers here, especially that Dominic. I don't know why, but my gut feeling is telling me that Dominic is playing the main dish tonight. "You know that I could choose not to call out to Dominic here—"

There was a spark of anger in his eyes, "Why specifically him?"

"You hate him," I stated simply, it was just a guess and I was right when Victor looked away. "Why?"

But when Victor turned his eyes back to me, they were no longer blue but a fury red. "I told you there are other ways to get them to come here," Victor smiled haughty at me, "I could always send them a piece of you; maybe a finger? They can tell it's you from the smell of your blood," I paled at that and received a smile from him. "Or, I could force you to scream out to him."

With a flick of his hand, he drew blood on my other arm. I hissed in pain; it was a long cut and blood sipped from the wound effortlessly. I glared at him and smiled through gritted teeth, "You're wasting good blood, Victor."

Victor chuckled, his eyes dancing with more than just amusement. He licked his fingers that were dripping with my blood, slowly before leaned down to my wounded arm to sip on the open wound. A wide satisfied smile spread across his face like a child rewarded with candy bars. "Sweet as honey,"

"Probably because I am a vampire hunter's baby,"

Victor's eyes darken, his smile gone. "Ah, yes, nearly forgotten about that."

"It was Horatio who planned their death; revenge for killing Ashlie. But the truth it was you who caused her death, isn't it?" I relaxed a little when both of his hands were no longer on me, "Why?"

"No more questions, mon appât," Victor ran his fingertips down my chin, raising goose bumps where it touched. I wanted to jerk my head away but Victor placed a hand on either side of my face, making me unable to move my head away. Even though I don't understand what he just said, I still didn't like the sound of it. He leaned over me, bringing his face close and closer. He opened his mouth, enough to show his sharp pointy fangs. "Time to play,"

Victor kissed me, his cold lips on mine. Lightly at first, then harder, forcing his tongue in my mouth. I wanted to scream but couldn't; not with his tongue halfway down my throat. He drew back from me, just a breath away. "Call to him." He kissed me again, then raised his lips back just enough to whisper, "Call to him, Adele."

I didn't want to call out to Dominic. I don't want him to come. I am not even sure he could hear my thoughts from this far of a distance. Victor ran his hand over my breasts, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. His lips still kissing mine as he said, "Call out to him and I will stop."

I suddenly had a very strange idea. I bit his lip. I bit his lip hard enough for him to pull back, painful enough even for a vampire. Blood flowed from his mouth to mine. I spit his blood at him. I could still taste blood on my tongue but instead of spitting it out, I swallowed it in.

Victor looked shocked at first but then he laughed, wiping his fingers on the bloody lip and then putting them in his mouth, sucking the blood off them. Pain excited Victor. Making him more excited was not helpful; it was a stupid thing to do. But watching his blood dripping down his beautiful handsome face was almost worth it.

"When I said, 'time to play', I didn't expect you to join in with the fun." He leaned down and began to lick the stray blood off my lips.

A scream started in my throat. I swallowed it and it hurt going down. I tried for a seductive smile, "I said I won't bore you, didn't I?"

Victor laughed, a rich joyous laugh. I shuddered at that but didn't let it show. He pressed his body against mine so I could feel him through my denim shorts, hard and firm. "Boy, you are really something, Adele."

"Give me a gun and I will really be something,"

Victor laughed again, "Ah, unfortunately that won't be possible."

"Victor, you're boring me."

Anger sparked in his icy blue eyes. Victor glared at me hard, his face showing lines of controlled anger. "Oh?" He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it downward and hard. "Should you be saying that when your life is on my fingertips?" I winced in pain but didn't make a sound. I just smiled at him.

"Does Mindy bore you, Victor?"

Victor had gone very, very still. I forced myself to lean into his exposed chest, my hair still in his grasp. "Then play with me, Victor. Give me a knife and we can play cat and mouse."

"You just want me to give you a knife." he said.

I laughed, "Maybe," I stare hard into his eyes, "But doesn't just sex bore you, Victor? It is always just the same thing with Mindy, isn't it? I'm not that boring. I'm offering you a game that no one else could offer you."

He looked tempted, and I know he is. "You will try to kill me,"

He no longer had his grip on my hair so I was able to move my head. I cocked my head to one side, "Do you die that easily, Victor?"

"No,"

"See? So let's play, Victor. Don't you want to try that thin line between pleasure and death? Don't you want to play with me knowing that I am trying to kill you? Trying to fight you off with nothing but a knife? Drawing blood from you while you try to pin me down? Have you ever feared for your life during sex?" I smiled when I saw him shuddered, a long sigh escaping his long-healed lips. "You will only have one chance at me, Victor. When Mindy comes back, I'm sure she won't let you play with me anymore."

His eyes turned a fury red, "No one bosses me around, Adele; not even Mindy."

"I know; you're too powerful to be controlled by a mere vampire like Mindy." I leaned in so our faces are close enough to kiss, "There is no other human that will be willing to play this kind of a game with you, Victor. Maybe a vampire might play this with you…but they don't break easily, do they? They don't break like a doll. They won't be fun at all, isn't it, Victor?"

His eyes showed that he agreed with me and I smiled. So close.

"You will never find anyone else like me, Victor. Come, give me a knife, and play with me. Don't let Mindy stop you from having fun." There was a momentary spark of anger in his eyes. Victor doesn't like to be chastened; especially when the other is a younger vampire. I wondered how many times Mindy tried to subdue Victor but failed.

"Play with me, Victor, and I'll be the best sex you ever had." I whispered the last against his lips and I knew I had him, just like that. I have no intention of getting the Donahue brothers here to save my ass. If someone has to safe me like a damsel in distress, I'd rather it be me myself. I have no idea whether this soon-becoming brilliant plan of mine will work; but if it does, then I have created the perfect escape route for myself. But if it doesn't work…well, let's just say it will be game over.

What you all think? Long enough? Review and tell me! I know some people out there likes crazy sadistic unpredictable hot vampires, so what you all think about *eherm* Victor? Crazy enough? *laughs* I hope you guys liked him as much as I do in this chapter. It's fun writing him. Oh, and the question is still going on.

-which character do you think Adele should end up with? It could be any character that you think suits Adele better. Review and tell me!