I bitterly wore my black shorts after I wore my red tank top. After I wore my clothes, I went over to the bathroom in the guest room to style my hair. I looked at it calculatingly before I decided to ruffle it from the top and let it cascade down my back in natural waves. Perfect.

I decided to wear black ankle boots, which were flat. I'll be walking for a while, so I need to be comfortable but still look beautiful.

I applied a little lip balm to make my naturally red lips shine. I smirked, winked at myself in the mirror and then walked out of the guest room.

I made sure to avoid his eyes that were intensely gazing at me. After a moment of checking my outfit to make sure it was appropriate, he began walking towards the door with his usual blank expression. It's been just below a week since Sebastian and I had the argument, and since then, I haven't spoken or even looked at him. He deserves it.

The servants moved out of the way, bowing as he walked before them.

It's a bright day today but thank the Devil it isn't sunny, otherwise there would be no chance of me leaving the shade of the mansion. The birds weren't chirping like they usually do, and I was glad for that. It was quiet, yet very comfortable.

"Are you hungry?" Sebastian asked, trying to break the silence as he walked me to his car. I ignored him and continued my walk to the passenger's seat. Before I could touch the door handle, I was roughly spun around and slammed against the car.

Ouch, my back.

Sebastian was looking at me with an irritated expression. His eyebrows were knitted together and his eyes were set in a cold glare. When I made a move to turn my head to the side so I don't look at him, he grabbed my jaw rather painfully and made sure that my eyes looked at nothing but him.

"I don't like your attitude. If you don't change it, I'll hurt you." he whispered. I scoffed and pushed him away from me, only to have him pressing against me even stronger than before. And there was a stabbing pain in my hands, as though they were being hit with a hammer.

I grimaced.

"What did I say?" I shivered when I saw his eyes lighten and become their frightening ice blue, almost very light silver colour. Just as quick as his eyes changed, they drifted back to their normal night black.

With a warning hiss, he let go of me and went straight for his door to the driver's seat. I shrugged my shoulders and opened the door before placing my seatbelt on. I crossed my legs and folded my hands over my stomach as I sat and allowed my mind to drift to any topic but a certain Pureblood.

My hands were no longer hurting.

"Oh, yeah." I groaned as he rubbed his hands all over me whilst moving his lips below my collarbones. My newest prey was a catch. He had fiery red hair and pure grey eyes that left me breathless the moment I saw him. A few flirty comments and I found myself on a table in this noisy club. No one can hear us, but they can see us— which is fine. I'll be sure to give them a show they don't forget.

I opened one eye half way and saw him. He was surrounded by a herd of women, Vampires and humans. But he didn't seem to be paying attention to any of them. He was turning his glass around, causing the contents inside to twirl like a tornado. He seemed very bored and the only way for him to enjoy a little appeared to be drinking. It was crazy how women were basically hugging his feet, yet he didn't even care.

His eyes looked distant and his face looked blank as usual, but I knew something was bothering him. Why should I care? I came here to have fun, and fun is exactly what I will have.

"Harder. You're too soft." I hissed as I threw my head back. I felt his lips curve into a grin and just like that, he did what I told him to. His kisses became aggressive and his movements very strong, which caused excitement to run through me. His hands fell from my hips and reached for my shirt. Before he could pull it up, I grabbed his hands and stopped them.

"Let's go to a room." I suggested. He grinned and nodded his head eagerly. Before I could walk him up the stairs, I felt a strong gaze on my back. It didn't take a genius to know who it was.

"Damn." I breathed as I fell on the bed. My soul was whispering wildly and my breathing was very fast and deep. I was a little exhausted but the taste of his blood had given me the energy to move on. For once, I allowed a prey to be on top. It felt weird, but the fun he gave me made me forget about the rule that I broke. I thought I was never going to allow anyone to be on top, but I made an exception with this one. Something about him just forced me to allow him to be the one on top. But after a while, I flipped us over and took control once again.

"Some skills... you've got there." I breathed again. He chuckled in between his hard breathing and managed to turn around. I gasped once again. He is such a catch. I made sure that he wasn't a Pureblood, yet I wasn't sure if he was a Vampire. He was too good-looking to be one, and seeing that he had managed to leave me breathless during our fun, I was sure he wasn't one. No Vampire had ever managed to get me the slightest bit exhausted.

He snuggled closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. Ever since the first time he touched me, I realised that his touch had caused some kind of a tingly sensation on my skin. His touch would warm my skin.

I looked into his breathtaking grey eyes. Something about him really intrigued me. I tilted my head a little and looked at him cautiously.

"What are you?" I whispered. "You're not a Vampire. So what are you?"

He smirked and looked down at me. He was taller than me. My head managed to pass his chest but I couldn't reach higher than his toned collarbones. He was also muscular, but not in a disgusting way like those wrestlers on T.V.

"What do you think, Mate?"

My eyes widened and my soul had began to whisper anxiously inside of me. I couldn't do anything about my shocked expression and my wide eyes. How did I end up in a bed with a—

"Werewolf."

His smirk grew wider and his arms around me became tighter. That was exactly when it had clicked to me what he had called me earlier.

"Mate? What do you mean, Mate?" I hissed at the same time when my hands landed onto his muscular chest to begin pushing him away. He accomplished grabbing my wrists and pinning them beside my head, causing me to arch my back towards him as he rolled on top of me. He looked down at my exposed chest before he looked deep into my eyes.

"You're my mate. Mine." he breathed, his voice low and husky. I hissed at him and began thrashing around.

"I'm a Vampire, you moron! Let go before I do something you'll regret!" I hissed again. This was not how I imagined my fun to end.

"Like what?" he challenged. I stopped and looked into his stormy eyes. Who was I kidding? I want to keep this dog.

But then an idea popped into my mind. Why not do it? I smirked and watched as his eyes became wary.

"SLADE!" I screamed as loud as I could, my voice piercing my sensitive ears. He'll be here. If he really cares about me, he'll split the ground in half— if he had to— just to get to me.

Just as that thought ran in my head, the door busted from its hinges and in the doorway stood a worried Sebastian. His eyes clouded when they saw me— naked— on the bed underneath the Werewolf.

"He's a Werewolf. And apparently, he's my mate so don't hurt him. Just get him off me." I said. I took notice of the way his body tensed and the way he rolled his fists, yet he still looked calm. Suddenly, the Werewolf fell away from me and held his chest tightly as he groaned in pain.

I sat up quickly and wasted no time in wearing my clothes. When I was covered, I walked over to the Werewolf and looked at him. Something in me felt bad for being the one to cause such pain to him, but I quickly pushed that feeling away.

"Can I keep him?" I looked at Sebastian. His eyes narrowed and turned into a cold glare as he hissed. His whole posture seemed lethal and I thought it would be best if I provoked him no further.

I turned towards the Werewolf and looked at him with a pout. I really wanted to keep him. I leaned down towards his ear and whispered very softly, only for him to hear.

"I don't want you. I reject you as my mate. Look for someone else. I am not good enough for you, trust me."

The Werewolf whimpered in pain, and that stirred something within me. I shook my head and kissed his lips. My lips lingered there for a while and I was forced to pull away from him because someone hissed again.

"I really wanted to keep you. You're not a Vampire, so I won't take my anger out on you. I hope you find someone better, 55,121."

With that, I walked towards Sebastian, who seemed to want to rip the Werewolf to shreds. I placed my hand on his right shoulder and I heard the Werewolf's whimpers stop.

Sebastian turned towards me, but just as he was going to say something, I walked away. I only acknowledged him so that he would stop hurting the Werewolf.

Sebastian had decided that it was enough and so he took us back to his large mansion. I felt restless so I chose to walk off to the guest room I was staying in. After I showered and relaxed my muscles, I walked over to the bed and laid down, looking at the ceiling for no particular reason. I miss my freedom. I miss when I used to be able to do whatever I wanted without having a dog follow after me or a boss telling me what I should do. I didn't want to wonder too much since my head began throbbing with a slight headache. With that, I thought the best thing to do was drift to sleep.

I reached back for the back of my neck and pressed down on my pressure point. My fangs shot out of my gums and I hissed at the pain, but ignored it as I began to fall asleep.

Vampires do not sleep— they don't need to. But there are those who want to be human again.

When I woke up, I was assaulted by a smell I haven't detected for a long time. Instantly alarmed, I sat upright and rushed towards the door. I followed the smell, looking around frantically.

He wouldn't possibly bring one here, would he? Much more, he wouldn't feed on one, right?

Somehow, I had ended up in front of his room. I was able to hear low cries that belonged to a female. The smell was the strongest here. Without a second thought, I threw the door open and looked inside. I was shocked and frozen to my spot. It's as though the ground had magically grew vines that reached for my legs and held them in place. The sight in front of me had caused my soul to yell in fear whilst I stood there, looking.

On the ground, there were about seven lifeless human girls. All of them looked ghostly white and still— definitely dead. About three of those seven on the ground had their heads split from one side and were connected to the neck because of the remaining flesh on the opposite side.

His fangs were cutting the flesh apart like razors— knives.

A loud thud pulled me out of my trance. I looked towards the ground and saw the eighth body laying there with her empty eyes gazing at me. Her head was connected to her neck because of at least an inch of her flesh remaining. I felt a chill run down my spine. I urged my legs to move, but they didn't.

He was feeding on them savagely and he didn't care that he was sinking his fangs so deep that the flesh was tearing away.

I looked at him with frightened eyes. I wasn't frightened for myself, I was frightened for the humans. I noticed his eyes were open slightly and they were glaring at me coldly as he continued to take the human's blood. His eyes were that colour that always frightened my soul. That ice blue, almost very light silver shade.

"S-stop..." I gasped lowly, my body frozen and my eyes never blinking or moving away. I sucked in a deep breath and tried to move again, but I couldn't. It was as though I was paralysed.

He continued looking at me as he sucked the human's blood. I saw her neck on her right side begin to open and the split had reached the middle of her throat, where more blood began spilling.

"S-stop... stop it..." I whispered.

As soon as her head fell from her neck, I collapsed on the ground along with it and watched as he tossed her headless body to the side. My knees had given up, and I gasped loudly. My breathing became shaky and more irregular.

He moved on to the tenth human girl and sunk his sharp fangs into her neck harshly, all the while never taking his half-open eyes from my shaking figure.

"Stop it! What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed as I tried to get up. My hands were shaking and breathing itself seemed hard to manage. What is he doing? Why is he doing this? He's killing so many innocents!

"Stop! Don't kill them!" I screamed again. I felt my eyes sting, but the tears did not dare to fall from my eyes.

As soon as he dropped the unmoving body, I crawled towards her on the floor like a toddler crawling away from a big, scary dog.

I held onto her still body tightly and looked at her with worry. I couldn't believe what I saw. I started shaking my head in disbelief as I shook her lifeless body in a pathetic attempt to wake her up.

"No, no, no, no. Wake up! Move!" I bawled as I shook her body. I looked around me and gasped. I moved towards the other dead bodies and shook them, trying to wake them up.

Before I could move on to the body near me, I was roughly pulled by the shoulders and quickly slammed against a cold wall.

There was a hand gripping my throat.

For the first time ever, I looked up at Sebastian with absolute fear. I couldn't believe he was the same Sebastian who I thought was gentle and soft. He was a monster. A bloodthirsty beast.

"I found your weakness." he whispered darkly, a hint of amusement in his voice. I flinched at his tone and he smirked. As he moved closer to me, my soul began to scream louder. She was scared.

"You're shaking. What happened to the cruel Vampire hunter?" he laughed— he laughed and it didn't sound nice. My eyes widened as he moved his head closer to my neck. I only prayed to the Devil that he wasn't going to drink my blood. If he does drink my blood, there is a chance that he would link me to him.

He would inject a liquid from his fangs and that liquid will link me to him forever. I would be forced to obey everything he says, to belong to him until the day my neck is snapped.

I sucked in a shaky breath when I felt his tongue caress my neck. A moment of nothing was all it took to cause uneasiness to run through me. It was then that he pierced my neck and allowed his fangs to sink in. I winced.

When he took the first drop of my blood, he made a sound of approval. It was gentle. I knew that he was holding back so that he wouldn't hurt me.

I inhaled sharply, waiting for him to pull his fangs out. This was the first time since I was turned did I have someone drink my blood. And the thought of a Pureblood— a Slade— drinking my blood didn't help, either.

I felt weak. My legs gave up and I fell limply in his arms. He held me tightly, not wanting to drop me like his other victims.

I was so relieved when he pulled his fangs out of me without me feeling a cold liquid running through my veins. I was so glad that I didn't feel a pull towards him. My vision had started to blur and my eyelids shut themselves, but I was too overjoyed to even care.

"Delicious." he whispered as he cleaned my wound.

I can't believe he killed so many humans in front of me. I can't believe he found my weakness. I can't believe he drank my blood. So many things I couldn't believe.

'Be grateful he didn't link you to him.'

I felt myself being lifted and pulled into strong arms. I've never felt weak, never felt so helpless.

"Rest a little."

A faint voice commanded. I realised it belonged to Sebastian. I had to rest, the jerk took so much of my blood.

Today was the first time that I felt fear, and it was all because of a Pureblood who wanted to teach me a lesson.

✿❀ RZ ❀✿