Ashers Story: Chapter two.
A dark intrusion

Fate is a bitch. One of the simplest and easiest things to grasp one's mind around. Asher could vouch for that. The world seemed to be against anything that would make her life was the mindset that Asher adopted after her parents died. Hell, save for her boyfriend, she didn't have anyone left to talk to, and even he was off in Georgia for college.
The night when Brian returned was an eventful one, the entire time being used to each other again, catching up on lost times, so to speak.
"I'm really glad you're back Brian." Asher said between forkfulls of instant ramen, eating the parmesian-encrusted chicken mixed with the noodles. Brian's arm was draped gently across her shoudlers, occasionally running his hand along her upper arm.
"So am I, Ash." Brian whispered into her ear, his breath chicken- flavored. "I've missed you." Shivering under the sensation of his warm breath on her neck, she looked up at him. It was true, she could see it in his eyes. Regret for leaving her behind, for not calling more often, even for not being there for her mothers' funeral.
Nuzzling his shoulder gently, Asher found her favorite position to sit in while in his arms, her back pressed gently against his chest with her head leaned back on his shoulder. It involved a little bit of flexability on her behalf, but at least it was comftroble.

Silence thickened the air in the room, save for the semi-quiet eating of their favorite dish. Ashers' mind raced. An excuse, thats what she needed; A reason for him to speak, a reason to hear his voice, to see his lips move. For some odd reason, she'd been left with this debate many times in the past. Perhaps it was his scent (though he just claimed it was his deoderant; the strange brand called AXE for some odd reason.) that made her heart race, that caused a faint blush to rise in her cheeks. Many nights she'd spent, laying in bed and wondering what it was about him that drove her so insane, that made her so happy. It could just be the entire package. She wasn't sure.
She'd already heard most of his tales and jokes from Savanna, a day- to-day recap of everything... she'd run out of things to say. Gently squeezing her shoulder, Brian whistled, feeling the stronger muscles in her arm.
"I take it you're still in you Kendo class?" It was more of an assumption than a question. It was also a way to get the attention off of him and back to Asher. "You look great, not to mention you can probably beat me up by now."
Laughing softly, she nudged his ribs. "I could've taken you on since day one, I just know how to to it with more style now." She teased. It was just like when they were kids, the teasing turning into a ticklefest, with Asher (as usual, she'd add) as the victim. Brian had her pinned against the couch, ticking her feet and watching as Asher thrashed playfully beneith him, giggling estatically and begging for him to stop. Suddenly he did, and Asher found her face mere inches away from his. Smiling softly, Asher freed her hands and her ran them under his arms gently, holding him loosely in her arms.
"God, Brian..." Asher whispered, looking up at him with her bright hazel eyes. Tiny trails of moisture brimmed at the bottom ledge of the orbs. Before she could say anything else, she felt Brians strong, yet painfully soft lips against hers, the tear falling unnoticed down her cheek. Taking a slow breath, she returned his kiss, closing her eyes. The kiss continued for a few wonderfully long seconds before she felt his lips trailing down her cheek and neck. She absentmindedly tilted her head to the opposite side, allowing him full access and reach to her sensitive skin there. A quiet sound left her lips as he gently bit the tender skin, a smile curving the edges of her lips. Just before he could go any lower, to the edges of the thin black shirt she wore, Asher managed to clear her head -somewhat- and whispered to him hesitantly to stop. Though the sound was little more than a squeak, he heard it and looked up at Asher, his self control as well as hers, returning.
"Sorry..." Brian started, to be silenced by a gentle kiss on his lips. Breaking it after a second, Asher smiled and ran a hand through his hair.
"One thing a person should never have to apologize for, Brian, is a kiss."
"Then please forgive me again." Brian whispered, kissing her passionately once more. Somehow they both knew that nothing could stop them from going any further than kissing...

/The doorbell rang./

Except that, Asher thought grimly, realizing she'd have to move from her rather comfy position.
Sighing, she managed to untangle herself from Brian, walking through the house to the front door. Brian was waiting patiently back in the front room, awaiting Ashers return. Ajusting her hair and making sure that there weren't any marks showing, she pulled the door open, the greeting she prepared froze in her throat when she saw who was at the door.
There, about a foot away from her, was a tall man, draped in a loose black hooded cloak, accented with red around the lining. The voice that left his throat sounded like the unbearably seductive carpathian accent Brian had used on her when they were in high school, the mans words soft, yet powerful.
"Are you Miss Asher Tyler?" She shivered at the sound of the voice, asnwering with a hesitant affirmative.
"Good." The shadowed man said, smiling.

The next few seconds were a blur, the creature in front of her lunging at her, knocking her to thte ground easilly. A hand covered her mouth, forcing something in. A cry of alarm left her throat as she man forced the item into her mouth, delivering a bite to her neck. Whimpering, she was forced to swallow it, the world swirling around her before everything went pitch black. Her unconsious state noticed the blood dripping down her arm and onto the carpet. Looking around, the man picked her up with ease and disappeared into the night.

Time passed as Brian lay on the couch, wondering what was taking Asher so long. About ten minutes after he heared the yelp-like sound, he got up and went to the door, a shiver running up his spine as he saw the door was still open. At first he thought the sound was just part of a long conversation, but what he saw next proved him otherwise. A patch of darkness on the cream-colored carpet colored the carpet. When he knelt down to see what it was, his body jerked, his multi-colored eyes wide. The patch was crimson and wet. Fresh Blood.
It took three seconds for him to convince himself to move, thoughts running rampant through his mind. *Asher was in danger. Its blood, god damn it! BLOOD! Fear coursed through his veins, his feet taking him back inside. What was he supposed to do? Where could he go?*

Thats when the phone rang.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~Elsewhere*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hundreds of senses waited outside the unconsious girl, Pain, the Scent of blood, each of them waiting not quiet patiently for the child to awaken. Whatever was in the pill was taking its sweet damned time to disappear, Asher slowly crawling and clawing her way to consiousness. Whimpering softly, Asher forced her eyes opened in an attempt to gain at least one of her senses. Looking around, the only word Asher could use to describe the room she was in, was "Dungeon".
The air around her was icy cold, an unfamiliar musky scent mixed in with the smell of fresh blood. Her mind swam, scrambling to understand where the pain and the latter of these scents were coming from. Asher's grey eyes widened as she realized what sort of position she was in, and part of her was thankful that she still had her camoflauge shirt and blue jeans on. She was sitting on the stone floor of the dungeon, her ankles were bound together with strong-looking rope. Something held her neck close to the wall, upon closer inspection Asher saw that her neck had a silver collar around it, with a piece of rope keeping the collar close to its bracket on the wall. Thin trails of crimson streaked down her arms; a set of shackles held her wrists above her head. Apparently the metal was sharp enough to pierce the thin skin of her wrists, fortunately avoiding the large veins beneith.
I wasn't 'till a moment after she'd seen everything that her hearing decided to kick back in, allowing her to hear the voices of two female creatures, apparently walking down the hall nearby.
"C'mon, Kail says she's really cute, not to mention she had to take more than the average human to get knocked out. Besides, I dont wanna see it alone! please?" The first woman almost sounded like she was an older valley-girl. An annoyed sigh left the lips of the other creature.
"I ASSURE you, Leigh, I really dont care about some little thing that the master decided to catch."
"Plllleeeeaaaasssseeee Violet? Please?"
The woman referred to as Leigh sounded like the preps that Asher normally protested against. She had that sort of cheerleader, "C'mon! Lets make cupcakes!" sort of voice. It was enough to make Asher wince. Violet, on the other hand, sounded darker, humorless, with a very obvious british accent. Unlike her companion, Violet was softspoken, and Leigh was the kind of creature that was BEGGING to get punched. Swallowing the knot of fear in her stomach, Asher looked nervously to the door, waiting for the two woman to show themselves. The clicking sound of their heels told her that they were coming, and coming quickly.
The taller of the women (who Asher assumed was Leigh), was elegantly dressed. Her slim, yet well-shaped body was dressed in a strapless black dress, the gown itself looking like the kind one would see at Prom. The pure blackness of the material almost blended her into the shadows, yet it also made her abnormally pale skin (One of the many reasons Asher figured that she wasn't exactly human), turn even whiter. A pair of violet orbs shone gently from beneith the wreath of dark burgandy hair. The strands of reddish hair fell down her back in a loose ponytail that fell down to her waist.
The other woman, most likely the one called Violet, was a little shorter and dressed in what Asher would have called "Street Clothes." She was less pale than her companion, but no less mean-looking. Simply dressed in a black t-shirt that read "BITE ME" in bold red letters and a pair of black jeans. Had Asher been in any other situation, she'd have found the outfit humerous. Violets black hair fell loosely down her shoulders, landing about an inch below her shoulderblades. The long strands of hair were drawn back from her face, her blood-red eyes glowing slightly amoung the pale skin. Surprisingly, the women looked disappointed when they laid eyes upon the girl on the wall, raising a brow in unamused disbelief.
"This is it?" Leigh asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "Kail said she was cuter."
Completely ignoring her whining escort, Violet padded silently (Asher noticed later), to the girl on the wall, smiling slightly. A fang was visable as she did so. Reaching a white-as-snow hand out to gently touch Ashers cheek, Ashers eyes widened. Pulling back from the ice-cold appendage, she managed to smack her head against the wall pretty hard, white sparks shooting in front of her eyes. Laughter echoed through the room, coming from Leigh. The laugh was musical, yet shrill. IT was enough to make Asher wince.
"Awww... Look at that! The little thing is afriad of you! I warned you about that outfit, but I guess that proves just how often you liste-"
Turning in a flash of monochrome, Violet turned to face Leigh, her eyes narrow. "sod off, ye old bitch." She growled.
The air in the dungeon grew thick as the two women exchanged dagger- filled glares. Asher was the first to notice the door open once more. It wasn't until the newcomer cleared his tshroat that Violet and Leigh finally looked away, seeing who was intruppting the mental quarrel.
Standing in the doorway was a pretty much stereotypical looking male, dressed as a butler. He was just as pale as the two male, save for the faint blush in his cheeks that he aquired while feeding. Glaring at the two women, the butler-esque person spoke quietly, but his voice offered no room for objection.
"Miladies, the master wishes to speak with the Ayri. He commands you to bring her to the main ballroom, and to make her more presentable." Asher swallowed. That was never a good sign.
*Wait a sec.* Asher mused, glaring at all of the vampires. *Ayri? What the hell is this guy talking about? Crap...* She looked around. *I'm completely surrounded by vampires, not to mention I'm Getting a nasty ropeburn. I really hope my wrists heal before I see this Master person; Ra help me.*
Bedfore Asher could even think of something to say, the two vampiresses yanked the chain connecting the collar to the wall, then unshackled her wrists and unbound her feet. This provided a moment of relief as the pain from her wrists subsided slightly, blood still flowing from the wounds. Without a moments notice, Asher was hoisted into the air by Leigh, A warning growl commanding Asher to be silent. As the women took her through the halls, the feeling of impending DOOM kept rising in her mind from her stomach.