It was the year 1841 when my path crossed with Beatrix Cockcroft. I was very much set in my ways and yet still did not crave the company of a female on a more permanent basis. I came across her while she was casting a rather nasty spell on a bunch of sailors. As a creature that desired nothing but power, she immediately had my full attention. But my only intention was to see if the myth was true. I wanted to taste her blood to feel her power.

And she did make me feel that power in so many ways, more than once. We spend endless days and nights in each other's company, For me her power, and for her the sexual experience, at first. The more time we spent, the more she grew an affection for me; I was not in the least bit troubled with this at first. Then it started, I lost interest as I always do, and of course, I was not faithful either. But my desire to feel the power she made me feel let me turn a blind eye.

So it began as a once-off here and there to get me to give in to her demands. Then I soon find myself doing things that I would never have done even if you put a dagger to my heart. Beatrix was casting spells on me to get what she desired. And in saying desire, I o refers to her sexual kind, but not just that, the woman would have me in her bed do that awful thing that they call cuddling.

The day I realized that she was using her magic on me was when I left some perky redhead in nothing but red stilettos to come to her call. I then used my power as the Vampire Master to run her out of town and banish her to these woods, where she finds herself still today.

Now, if the desperation of Breyden did not pull at my heart, I would never have considered coming near these woods again, let alone her. And I honestly thought that coming unannounced would count in my favor.

So I should have known the minute that I said those two fateful words that it would lead to nothing but trouble. And when she requested my presence with her, I should have seen her intention. But only once I stepped inside the spell room did everything become clear.

"Beatrix, don't."

The last syllable has not even escaped my lips, and I knew what she has done and that I am powerless at this point. So I can not even say that it comes to me as a shock to me that the door is locked, and there is not even a damn lock to lock it in the first place. Then my instinct tells me to call for Breyden and Anastasia, but I soon realize that it is fruitless, for they shall not hear a sound coming from this room.

Now I find Beatrix coming to me, and as she floats through the air, she comes to stand in front of me. I find myself pulling at the strings of her blue summer dress. I tangle my fingers in the seams, and due to pure frustration, I rip it off from her, leaving her completely naked in front of me. I stand in awe as I take the sight of her body in. It feels as I have left my body, and I am hovering above, looking down at me doing as she desires. And I am horrified.

I have no control; my body has given into her. She slowly starts to unbutton my shirt, one button by one; then, she pushes it over my shoulders and down my arms. She runs her long red nails over my rippled abs. And as she touches me, even though my body welcomes the touch, there is a part of me that cringes. Then in one flick of her fingers, she drops my pants to the floor. Now she has me exactly where she wants me, but I have not completely gone under yet.

Then she effortlessly pins me into the very door that I cannot get out of. She pushes her cold naked body up into me, and once again, I feel pleasure but with a lot less cringe. I can clearly smell her arousal as she drives her tight into my pelvis. Then she looks at me with the evilest expression I have ever known to be on her face.

"You know you want me."

"Beatrix..."

"Drink Sebastian; I know you want to."

And then she takes me completely into the spell. I tangle her hair between my fingers and pull her head to the side. With one sudden flick, I snap my fangs and expose them deep into her delicate skin.

Then the worse thing escapes my lips.

"Oh god, I forgot how good this tasted."

"Drink Sebastian; you are mine now. I knew you would come back to me."

Her words do not register; I am lost in the way the power in her blood makes me feel. So I drive in deeper and draw harder as bathe in the ecstasy.

Then I throw her legs around my waist and carry her to the table. I sit her down, and for a brief second, I retract my fangs, then without saying a word, I slip them back in the very spot they were before. She allows me to take more than I need, for she knows that I always gave her what she needed in return.

So as she prepares to take my body completely, I growl as my arousal now is at a peak...

And then....

The door swings open...

"Sebastian!"

Behind me is Anastasia; I am too entranced under the spell that I fail to see my error. I am just standing here with a very innocent look on a face that is clearly lacking any emotion. Next thing, I have Anastasia walking up to me. She shoves my clothes into my face.

"Get dressed; we are leaving."

But then Beatrix has to add to the tension that is about to blow up in the room.

"Best, you run along, sweety; he is mine."

"I am afraid you are mistaken bitch, he is mine. I bear his mark."

"Well, then you are really mistaken; he just had his fangs in me."

Then Anastasia goes to show Beatrix where I repeatedly took her while I was marking her. Beatrix has one moment of clarity, but if I thought she would give up, then I am sadly mistaken. She takes the grip on my spell and tightens it. Then she turns to Breyden that now has entered the room.

"Take this woman and leave my place; you are no longer welcome in my home."

I watch as Breyden takes Anastasia by the arm; she turns and leaves the room with him. The last bit that is left in me has now walked about the room, yet I still want to be with Beatrix. I have no power over this, and from past experience, I know that she will let these spells last for days.

Without even have the ability to think twice, we carry on from where we stopped. I slam my fangs so hard that she cries out in shock. But this does not go unheard, for the next thing, I am pulled back and thrown back across the room. And when I get up, I see Anastasia lifting Beatrix up by her throat. I watch as she hangs her in the air, not even showing an ounce of strain on her arm.

But she continues to hold her, while Beatrix is completely helpless, for she is unable to use her power. I fight the urge to cry out to them, for I know this will be a fight to the death, but my thought has not even run it's course, for I call out a name.

"Anastasia, don't!"

And this breaks Anastasia's concentration letting Beatrix break loose. Beatrix smashes her palms against her chest, and Anastasia crashes into the far sidewall. She quickly recovers but is stop by one thunder strike bolting at her feet. Beatrix has cast a death grip spell on Anastasia. She hangs helplessly in the air with an invisible hand crushing her throat. I immediately call after her.

"Beatrix, stop!"

Beatrix looks at me in shock, for she cannot believe that I, as her supposed lover, does not stand by her side. While Beatrix is staring at me, Anastasia speeds through the air and has Beatrix push up against the wall. She is crushing her throat with each breath; the anger is boiling over her face. Then she speaks, and I can hear the pure raw white rage in her voice.

"Get your own fucking man."

Then she snaps her neck and drops her body to the floor. She gives me a once-over with eyes that are disgusted to see the sight of me.

Once I have dressed, I check on Beatrix to see if she is dead. I then rush outside to where Breyden and Anastasia are making their way to the car.

She stops to look back into my direction as she sees me coming towards her, then she looks back to Breyden.

"How long, Breyden?"

"A couple of days, I reckon two at most."

With that, I watch as they get into the car. As I come to get into the back, they drive off.

"Anastasia, you can't leave me here!"