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The feast was being prepared by the time Aiden and his brother arrived. He sat there, petrified. How could he resist Marcelle after he'd tasted her? And better yet, how would he be able to save her? The great hall would be filled with all the most powerful vampires from around the world by the start of the night.
"You won't be able to save her, Aiden. She's mine now." He glanced down at his brother, nose twitching slightly in disgust. He and Damon never saw things the same, and especially now, he couldn't imagine using someone as rare and beautiful and perfect as Marcelle as a desert. It was horrible.
"I don't need to save her." He tried his best to say it in confidence, but in his heart, he wasn't so sure. Would she be able to free herself? He hoped so.

. . .

Marcelle waited for the guards to come and take her. She'd been sitting at the window sill for what felt like hours. The sun had finally began to set, and car after car began to arrive. Dozens of men and women draped in extravagant cloths emerged and disappeared into the building. Were they all here to feed on her? To drain the life of the world's last fae? A strange feeling began to set into her stomach. She was unsure of herself, scared that she'd fail. Scared that Damon would be able to do what he wanted. How many of her kind went through this same treatment, thinking the same thing as she? Dozens, probably.

A knock came to the door before it swung open. Celle stood from her seat and spun to face the woman, who stared with a smile for a long while before her lips parted.

"It's time for the feast." She said, and before the faery knew it, her wrists were being bound tightly behind her. Her heart pounded a million miles an hour, terrified of what was to come. But she held her composure, fiddling with the ropes, trying to get them off. But before she knew it, the two emerged into the great hall. They stopped as Damon presented them, red eyes falling to the faery. She looked at each and every one of them, reading the expressions. But she stopped when her eyes fell to one set. Her stomach turned, heart aching. Why was Aiden there? Their eyes finally met, the pained expression plastered on his features saying everything. He was forced there. What was held over his head, though? Surely there wasn't anything Damon knew or had, was there?

"Princess Marcelle." Damon said aloud, snapping her out of her thoughts. The woman holding her arm ushered her forward towards the group. She stopped to stand in front of the false King, who brushed her crimson hair away from her neck. "You know, you are quite lovely. But perhaps my brother would like the first bite." She looked towards Aiden as he untied the ropes. He sat there, staring, horrified at the request. "Do it, Aiden. You know what I'll do if you don't." He was shaking when he began coming towards her, cupping her face his hands.

"I'm sorry." He lipped to her, then leaned down and places his lips against the small of her neck. The princess gave a soft gasp as she felt the prick, but soon the pain began to subside. What had he done to her? The vampire pulled away as quickly as he latched on, turning and returning to his head. He was the first to sit down, ashamed of what he'd done.

"Wonderful. And now, my turn." His bite was rough, enough so that the fae let out a shriek. Aiden stood, but what could he do?

"Stop it, Damon!" He yelled, but it was too late. He'd injected her with venom. Her body was limp, and as soon as she leaned against the King, his hands moved, slipping the loose dress off of her petite frame. Inhaling deeply, he smiled at Aiden, cocking his head to the side, running his fingers through her soft hair.

"I told you she's mine. Every single inch of her. And now, I'm going to share my prize with the rest of my friends. And there is nothing you can do about it." But before he handed her off to the sorceress who stood off to the side, his hands moved to the delicate wings floating on her back and ripped them from her skin. But she didn't feel it. He whole body was numb at that point. Perhaps that was what Aiden did.

. . .

The whole party was very vivid to her. Though her body was limp and her skin held no feeling for the world around, her mind was active, and she watched every single creature as they dug their fangs into her, and listened as they went on and on about how they'd never tasted anything so delicious. Her head was beginning to feel light, vision going in and out. She could feel her life slipping away, almost as if it were something she'd been holding on to. A crashing sound echoed through the hall suddenly, the faery falling flat on the table. She was suddenly in pain, the feeling of a dozen bites scattered over her body washing through her. And the void of the soft velvety things that once sat beautifully on her frame caused tears to suddenly begin falling. Vampires scattered, screaming, but she didn't hear them. She barely noticed when a pair of arms scooped her up, draping something over her naked frame.

"Marcelle." She knew the voice. Knew who it was. But she didn't much care to respond. She'd been violated. Her purity was gone. Her wings, the things that gave her freedom, were gone. "Marcelle, please say something." Hands suddenly began working, her mind finally beginning to have control over her body again.

"Aiden." She whispered, grabbing the coat that hung over her and pulling it tight against her. "I have to do something." As she emerged from under the table, the sight of a large black dragon came into sight. She smiled at him as he finished releasing a wave of black flames, engulfing half a dozen vampires. Screams echoed around the hall, and finally, her gaze fell upon the creature she wanted to destroy most of all. "Hello, Damon." He was hidden behind some furniture, petrified of what was happening. But as soon as his eyes fell on her, he emerged, snarling as he lunged towards her. Hands moved, palms facing towards him, but nothing happened. She was too weak. Her body wasn't able to perform spells. She needed time to rest, time to revive. But he was upon her before she could move, tackling her to the ground. Damon wanted her dead, wanted revenge for the dozens of vampires Scath had just burnt to a crisp. She fought to get away from him, and finally, something happened. The vampire flew back away from her, a flash of white light emerging from the faery. But in that same instant, her eyes widened, lips parting as she gasped for a breath.

"Marcelle!" The voice sounded so far away. Who was that? And what was going on? Head finally moved, eyes noticing something... it looked like a pole? Or a stick?

"Leave it!" Another voice. Now who was that? Leave what? She thought, hand moving to her chest. Her eyes finally fame into focus, Aiden and a very strange looking Scath standing over her. "We must leave, Master Aiden. If you leave it in, I can take care of her. If you take it out, she will have been dead for too long. Dead? Who was dead?

"I'm not dead." She whispered, wincing at the feeling. The two looked down at her as she fingered the broken stick emerging from her chest. What the hell was going on?

"Yes. Let's go." His voice was shaking as he lifted her and before long, she could feel a cool breeze blowing on her face. But it faded quickly. And the last thing she felt and heard was Aiden's voice, calling her, holding her tighter and tighter. Then, everything was gone.