-- Title -- Bleeding Sky

-- Author -- I need no introduction

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Ah yes. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter, for those of you who are reading this second chapter. Thank you for reading and possibly reviewing. I've been somewhat of a procrastinate person, but I assure you that I'll try and wet your appitite with the next chapters. Well, it's off to this story, hope you enjoy it as much as the last one.

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I opened my eyes and blinked a few times to adjust to the darkness in the room. I was still naked on the feathery silk bed underneath me and I sat up on my elbows to take a look around the room. The darkness was enough to keep me from seeing the door, but I could see at the end of the bed and Ashton stood there with his hands behind his back. I moved my body forward and laid down on my stomach near the edge of the bed where he stood. "Have you slept well?" He asked.

"Very well...what do you expect of me here?" I inquired.

Ashton tilted his head to the right and a smile appeared on his lips. "A companion of sorts, my love. Did you enjoy him?"

I remembered Damien and chills ran up my spine, a smile growing on my lips. Ashton chuckled and I felt his hand on my cheek. "I find that you did. Good. I have set up some clothing for you to wear to the party downstairs and when you have finished dressing, Kurt will take you to the ballroom."

Ashton took his hand away and turned on his heel, walking towards the door. I heard it open and close. I slipped off the bed and stood up to stretch my limbs. I turned to my right and the blonde haired man who was with Damien yesterday was standing there holding an outfit. He smirked and cocked his head to the left. "Ready to meet the rest of us?" He asked.

"I guess so. I don't know why, but I'm not at all panicked about being kidnapped. Strange, isn't it?" I inquired as I took the clothes from Kurt.

"Not at all. Vampires can easily manipulate emotions in a human. Now get dressed and I'll take you downstairs to the real party."

I looked at the clothing in my hands and smiled slightly. A black, fitted dress that had a slit in the front that would end just above my navel and some braceletes. I slid into the dress and placed the bracelets on my ankles and wrists. Brushing my hands through my hair, I looked at Kurt and smiled. "How do I look?" I asked.

Kurt winked at me. "I'd fuck you where you stand, but it's not my place," he replied.

He held out his hand and I took it, feeling the surprising warmth in his hand. We exited the room and walked down an elaborate hallway of portraits, red carpet and crimson red walls. At the end of the hallway, illuminated in candle light, I could see double oak doors leading to a place of unknown and Kurt clenched my hand tighter. I looked at him and he looked down at me, a smile slowly appearing on his face. "You'll enjoy yourself, I'm sure," he whispered as we reached the doorway.

We stopped just before it and it opened slowly, I could see the inside of the room. My eyes widened at the beauty of the room and the people behind the doors. The whole room was illuminated with candles that made it warm and comforting, I released my breath finally after the doors opened fully. They danced to music which was soft and soothing, almost like trance music with a hint of classical. I looked around and felt a growing heat in my chest. "Damien, how is the drinks and food?" Kurt asked from beside me.

I turned and my breath caught as I looked at Damien. He looked like a model, but more rogue and I couldn't stop staring at his beauty. Damien caught my eye and his face was still. "It's doing well," Damien replied without looking at Kurt.

Kurt laughed and released my hand. "You can take over from here, take her to Ashton at the top of the stairs on the otherside of the room."

He vanished into the crowd and Damien placed his hand on the small of my back, leading me through the crowd. A few people looked at me and most were young women. Their eyes washed over me and their mouths opened slightly, making me blush. I looked at Damien and walked closer to him. "Are you scared?" He asked.

"No, I'm just wondering about a lot of things," I replied.

"Well don't, thinking gets you no where in this place. Everyone can see your thoughts."

I nodded and we finally came to the front of the room. Ashton sat on a large throne with horns that curved inward towards each other and the make was red oak. He motioned for me to move next to him and I obeyed, dropping down so I sat on the arm of his chair. The dress was thigh high on the right side and on the left it was as long as my legs, reaching the floor. Ashton reached over and touched my thigh, resting his warm palm on my flesh. "Ana," he said and looked at me," That will be your name, Ana."

I nodded and looked at Damien who stood just a few steps away from me. A few young women were near him and chatting with him, I could feel the jealousy in my chest. Ashton slid his hand up my thigh and back down to the top of my knee, seeming to know how I was feeling because the motion on my leg calmed me somehow. I closed my eyes and ran my hand up from my ribs, between my breasts and across my neck to rest on the right side of my neck. Ashton stood up from his throne and spread out his arms as he walked to the edge of the platform. "My guests, my friends, my family. I welcome you to my party, I do hope you find it to your liking. I'd also like to introduce you to Ana," he turned to me as he said my name and I slid off of the arm of the chair to join him as he continued," Isn't she a beautiful human?"

The crowd clapped and I felt a blush grow on my cheeks as Ashton placed his hand on my hip on my left side. I turned my head and saw Damien looking at me, his baby blue eyes catching my eyes. I breathed out slowly and felt the blush leave my cheeks as the music began again. Ashton left my side and returned to his seat. I turned my eyes down from Damien's gaze and looked out at the crowd. They moved gracefully to the music, each had a partner and it was almost hypnotic how they moved. I felt myself warm incredibly and I began to move with the music. My hips swayed side to side slowly and I placed my hands on each side of my neck, my breath becoming shaky as I released it from between slightly parted lips. I felt two hands on my hips and I leaned back against a firm chest. I closed my eyes as I felt the rhythm of the music in my body and his. His hands slid up my sides and back down to my hips as we swayed side to side. I turned around and opened my eyes to look into a mysteriously masked man's lazer green eyes that peered through a black mask that covered half of his face. He wore a black suit and his hand were covered by white gloves. The music pulsed in my blood and I couldn't stop dancing with this strange man. Our hips rubbed against each other and I placed my arms around his neck, he stood only around 5'8 at most, but he was built. He had a pouty bottom lip and a thin upper lip, which made me wonder how the rest of his face looked. He had a tuft of red hair on his chin, but the hair that was wavy on the top of his head was white with a blue hue. I gazed into his eyes again and felt myself drawn into them. Suddenly we just stopped dancing and he took my hands from his neck, leading me to the right balcony. We walked through black curtains and the cool breeze hit my sweaty form as he led me to the edge of the balcony. He stopped and I looked across a vast green plain of field with no trees. The sky was dark and a few clouds passed across it. "Beautiful, isn't it?" The man beside me asked in a deep, alluring voice.

I didn't look at him and only nodded. "Yes it is, who are you?" I asked and finally turned to him.

He reached up and removed his mask. His face was angelic, but also devilishly sexy and I tilted my head. The tuft of hair on his chin was white now to match his hair that was a messy mop on his head, but it suited him well and seemed to be bed-head. He bowed and placed the mask in his back pocket before standing straight up again. "My name is Vulkan, Bale Vulkan to be formal. Ana, I presume?" He inquired with a ruefull grin.

"Yes. Are you a friend of Ashton's?"

"Well, I'm considered that. At most, I'm his brother. Real brother anyways and I'm Damien's half brother."

I smiled. "So all three of you are related because of the same father?"

"Same mother, our father...well...we don't have any fathers. Our mother was one of the first vampires in the world, but was fertilized by the Lord of Darkness. He is many things. The night, a cold wind and death. So technically we weren't fathered by any specific thing. Confusing, I know," Bale replied with a laugh.

I stepped forward and touched his cheek. "I find it interesting," I replied and grinned.

Bale gazed into my eyes and nodded. "You are a beautiful human. New toy for the vampire world I guess, but Damien already has his taste."

"Go ahead and taste, I won't mind."

I tilted my head and Bale leaned towards me, his hands slid around to the small of my back. He pulled me closer and I felt his breath on my neck.

"Bale, that's not yours," Damien's familiar voice said from the window.

Bale pulled away slowly and released his hold on me. I looked over to Damien and he was suddenly closer, staring Bale down. Bale laughed and placed his hands behind his head. "Hey now, big brother, I was-"

"You were doing nothing, now leave before I'll remove you myself. You're not wanted here, I don't know why Ashton allowed you inside our home," Damien interrupted.

I found this side of Damien rude and looked at him. "That's so rude, why would you say that to your brother?" I asked.

Damien looked at me and Bale laughed again. "Don't worry princess, Damien is right. I'm not welcome here, so I'll be making my leave. Guess I'll see you around," he said and leaped off the balcony.

I gasped and went to the edge, but saw no sign of Bale. I stepped back from the balcony ledge and Damien's arms came around me, pulling me to him. I breathed in deeply and felt every part of my body tingle at this touch. His lips caressed my neck and shoulders. Damien's hands slid over my breasts and caught the fabric of my dress, pulling them over my shoulders. He turned me around and the whole dress dropped to my feet. "Ana," he said and pushed my against the balcony railing, but not hard enough to hurt.

His lips came over mine and his hands were on the balcony railing, blocking me in with his body pressed against mine. The discarded dress was behind his feet and I kissed him back. I slid my fingers through his hair and pressed my hips into his, causing his breath to catch and his teeth to catch my tongue. I grinned and he released my tongue, only to return with his. I pulled away and went to his neck, nibbling the flesh of his neck. Sliding my hands down, I found the belt of his pants and unbuckled it. I found his ear and caught the lobe with my neck, exhaling seductively into it. Damien growled in the back of his throat as I unzipped his pants and slid my hands through. His body shivered at my touch and he pulled his ear away to look into my eyes. "Ana, you're here for two reasons," he said and his breath caught again.

I grinned and slid myself up onto the railing. "What are those two reasons?" I asked with a playful smile.

Damien grinned in return and pressed close to me, inserting himself slowly so that my own breath caught. "My enjoyment and my brother Ashton's company. You are no more than a mere toy."

I grabbed his hair and pulled myself closer to him, having him fully inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him fully on the lips.

"Damien, Ana," Ashton's voice said," Take that into the bedroom. I don't need to have a live porno for the guests."

Damien stepped back slowly and adjusted himself before zipping up his pants. He then gathered me into his arms and leaped up. I closed my eyes as he did so and suddenly it was warm. I opened my eyes and realized the bedroom was around me. I looked at Damien and he was already in the nude, standing at the end of the bed. He looked at me and walked towards me. When he reached me, we both fell on the bed and shifted underneath the covers. He held me and I pressed close to him so I was comfortable. We laid in each others arms for the rest of the night and didn't say a word to each other.

=-=-Damien's P.O.V Switchover-=-=

Ana slept soundly beside me as I slipped out of my brother's bed and dressed in my attire. I pulled the curtains to the bed closed and exited the bedroom only to find Kurt right outside the doorway. He smiled ruefully at me and tapped me on the shoulder. "So?" He asked.

"So what?" I inquired.

"How is she? A human. Are they different?"

"Different than what?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Damien. Come on, spill."

I moved past the blubbering fool and proceeded down the hallway. I turned to the right just before the ballroom and heard the familiar vicious growl of our family pet. A werewolf named Diablo who was pitch black in color and had eyes of darkness. He stood up tall in front of me, over 9 foot at the fullest of his height, and snarled. "I smell a human," he said,"Another pet?"

"By all means, Diablo, Ana is for Ashton if you must know. Not some kibble for the likes of you," I replied.

Diablo howled and clenched his paws into mighty fists. "You may be my master and the one who saved me from pursecution, but I deserve respect. I can kill you easily," he grumbled.

"You may think you can, or you've heard too many fables to know the truth for yourself, furball."

I walked around him and entered my own room. "Celia...."

"Yes?" A silky, feminen voice replied from the back of my room.

"Pour a glass of type O blood and remove your clothing, I'm bored," I replied.

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To be continued in the next chapter....I'm tired...