Betrayal and revenge have become a frequent feeling that we have come to experience for so many times within the past weeks. Does this make the betrayal of a dear friend somewhat better? I do doubt that one can look past this and walk with a heart free of hatred. This man was a part of our lives for a great number of years; he was a confidant and, most of all, a trusted member of our Council. Did this give him the right to abuse what was given to him? Not only power but the hearts of so many that believed and had faith in him, he did walk all over that for his own misguided reasons. But one thing that never will be forgotten is the fact that he had betrayed the only woman that would have ever cared for him. So should I even dare to say that revenge was sweet once again?

Now, this brings us back to our leader and his seven horsemen; what shall their punishment be? How do you deal with a human that has abused the power of the supernatural world? Not only the power, but he has been made aware of the existence of us. But before I can come to a reasonable punishment, Edward has just raised another valid question to me.

"My dear brother, are we destroying this book this time around?"

"That is indeed a question that is hard to answer, for it does carry a lot of useful spells; I hate for such knowledge to be thrown away."

"So you are saying that we shall keep it in existence?"

"I say hand it to me, and I shall be the only one that knows what happens to it."

I watch the horror in my beloved's eyes at my mere suggestion; she does know it is futile to argue with me against it.

"Then let it be seen by all present that I have taken possession of the Book of Spells. But before that completely happens, I wish for you, Elloise to cast a spell that shall rob these men of the thoughts that shall remind them of this and that of the city as well."

With that, Elloise disappears into the ballroom to do this very thing that I have requested. As for the rest, well, we shall go our own separate ways and deal with the happenings of the past few days. It is Lilith that is my greatest concern at this stage, but as experience has taught me with women, give them some time to stew over their feelings. She shall come to me when she is ready.

As for my beloved and I, I think I can safely say that we can spend a full night as a wedded couple. But before we even get to that matter, we do need to feed. With thanks to the spell that Elloise cast the city has no knowledge that any of this has happened. So my beloved and I make our way into the crisp evening air, down to a road that we have come to be familiar with.

It is quite strange to say that we are, in fact, for one brief moment happy that these mortals are still alive. Life is back to the way that it should be, we live to prowl the night, and the rest of the other creatures stay where they are remained to stay.

So as we make our way to the alley, the dark, ominous light is welcomed once again; the eerily silent alleys are like music to my ears. But the best feeling that springs back to life is that adrenaline that runs through me is like a spark of electricity. This is a spark that is desired; I am not running to and from danger; I am taking willing steps into a danger that we provide.

We need not even have to wait for our victims to come, for that are so eagerly standing there, do I even dare and say that they are asking for danger to come their way. Now, as my beloved and we have discussed numerous times now, that she is the only one that I drink from unless if she is present, then she shall allow me to take a woman for myself. And it is with luck that we find two young ladies standing outside the back door of a very dingy nightclub. I am sure these girls have no idea of the danger lurking in alleys. Well, they are soon to find out.

So as we walk up to them casually with smiles rather of the over smiling kind. They do not even hesitate to strike up a conversation with us. Now, this is a prey that one does like, the willing kind, well only willing until they are made aware of our true intentions.

I watch my beloved as she is the first to take the girl down that is next to her; by just one mere sweep of her hand, she has the poor girl pinned to the wall. Now I wish is could say the remainder of what she does is graceful at all, for she has chosen to turn into Ancient form. I don't know if it is that she is feeling evil or that she is just that hungry. So I stand and wait for her as she takes far beyond what she needs, but I do not wish to reprimand her for doing so, as she is the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen. Watching her feed, the way she does is somewhat sparking my arousal.

And when she is done, I push the small blonde next to me into the very same wall. I slide her blonde hair off from her shoulder and expose the delicate part of her neck. I slowly step two steps closer and instantly expose my fangs. With one flick of my head, I slam them into the tender skin that is so graceful lying in front of me. Gently I start to suck, and bit by bit, I draw her sweet blood through my fangs. When I hear her moan and scream, I tighten my grip and suck ever harder.

I completely ignore her pleas for me to stop but only drive my fangs harder into her skin. I suck even harder and harder than before. I feel her kick and scream as she furiously wishes to push me away, but this incredible power I feel keeps her firmly pinned into place.

As I finally feel that my craving has been satisfied, I pull my fangs from her and let go of my grip. Her body drops to the floor.

My beloved walks on over to me; she takes the two girls and tosses their bodies into the rubbish bin nearby. As she comes back to stand in front of me, I sweep my arms around her waist. It feels as if a new breath of fresh air is searing through my body.

"My beloved, would you slap me if I kiss you now?"

"I would slap you if you did not."

Slowly I move breath by breath close to her trembling lips until there is nothing but skin touching skin. The mere touch makes me growl in anticipation. Without another moment to spare, I take her lips by force. Not even waiting for her to grant me access, I slip my tongue through the seams of her lips and delve deep inside. The instant we ouch, I feel that electrifying sensation shoot to my core.

I place my hand at the back of her head and tangle my fingers in her long silky hair. I gently pull her closer to me to even further deepen the kiss. We are moving passionately in perfect sync. As she makes soft little moans in my mouth, it only but fuels my lust to feel that pleasure that I am looking for.

"Anastasia."

I am barely even able to form the syllables of her name as I speak through short and shaky breaths.

Not wasting another moment, I push her step by step back into the wall behind her. The minute I have her firmly against the wall, she slides her hand underneath my shirt, feeling every crack and crevice around my perfect physique. She goes to unbutton my shirt, and I slip her tiny skirt over her bottom.

I am driven to do nothing but growl at the way she is making my body feel.

"Oh, Anastasia, I want you so badly."

I can smell her arousal even stronger than before; the aching inside of me is burning like wildfire through my body. I can see the veins in her neck throb and throbbing, just inviting me to take her. As she moves to run her hand over my hard length, all restraint I had goes out the door, and in an inch of the second, my fangs pierce her skin.

"Aaahhh."

I hear her screams echo through the alley to every corner.

"Oh, Sebastian, I want you too."

I bring my finger up to her lips; I can feel her warm breath rapidly breathing against the tips. She tries to speak, but I suddenly cover her mouth with mine and make her stop. All I want to focus on is her; the warmth that is spreading through my body. On the soft moan she just made, on the intoxicating feeling of diving headfirst into an erupting volcano, and most of all, the way she tastes. I feel as she tries to loosen her hands, but I only pin her harder into the wall again. I grind myself into her as I move my lips to her ear.

I slide my hand over her tight ass and push her deep into my raging erection. My mouth moves away from her lips and runs slowly down her neck; I rub them gently over her collarbone and softly bite into the edge of her shoulders.

Before she can possibly hesitate, I expose my fangs and drive them deep, even deeper than before, in the nape of her neck. With the rage of a wild animal, I start to draw each ounce of blood from her in delight. The power that runs through my veins consumes every corner of my mind. I am intoxicated by the ecstasy that I feel.

With each drop I take, the anticipation starts to build; I can feel myself getting aroused. Then the moment even becomes harder to bear; I rip her blouse open with buttons popping everywhere. I press her harder back into the wall. With my left hand, I pin her hands even tighter above her head and drive my body into her, pinning her completely so she cannot move. My right-hand drops to her thigh, pulling down her skirt so that it hangs loose just above her knees.

"Sebastian, we can't do it here."

"Why not?"