A/N: Heres chapter 7!! It gets kinda "hot and heavy" (not really) so enjoy!!

Chapter VII

She slowly watched from an alleyway, eyes intent on a passerby. She could hear the thundering pulse drumming inside of him.

She grinned, baring white, sharp fangs.

A lanky figure materialized, it seemed, from the shadows to stand next to her. She grew disgruntled at the realization that she was being interrupted.

“Ice, my lord, do you need assistance?” The man asked gently, easing his way into her good graces. She brushed his attempt away.

“Isaac, leave me be! I can hunt on my own! I haven’t been around for 900 years for nothing! Go back to the hilltop and assist Redd with the new arrivals. Then, mail the invitations to Ferdinand, Rosetta, and Killian. There Lordships must arrive here in two weeks in order for everything to go accordingly.” She replied, mind still attached firmly to the hunted man.

With a slight nod and a quick bow, he formed back into the night once again, leaving Ice to her own business.

The man had stopped at a coke machine across the empty street; she lurked closer to the edge of the alleyway and glanced to the right and left. Her blue hair brushed her nose; she flicked it away in irritation.

The adrenaline came suddenly. She could feel the power ebbing from the man; the life force she so dearly needed to stay stable. Her hands quaked, her eyes watered. Her mouth began to get hot, wet, and glossy.

The kill was at hand.

She darted with ease towards her prey; his back still turned and his mind still focused on the soda.

She had his neck in an instant.

She gripped his waist with her free hand, and then tore his hair from the roots as she bent his head unnaturally to the side. Sinking her glistening fangs into heated flesh, she immediately inhaled in power and ecstasy.

The hot crimson fluid burst forth like squeezing an orange into her mouth; the blood ran down her throat, easing its soreness. Sweet saltiness tinged her taste buds; her eyes rolled back as her teeth sunk deeper. This was what being a Vampyre was all about. This bitter moment of an unbearable high.

Having a Tainted soul never felt so amazing, she thought, drinking the life from the mans veins.

As she bled him, she opened her eyes to see a tall, muscular, well built figure. He was gruff; black hair shook in the still air and deep set blue eyes winced in pain and strange enjoyment. Sweat dabbed his brow, fear gripped his tense muscles.

He was a good candidate.

Feeling the blood flow into her mouth begin to wane, she dropped him down to the asphalt, leaning over him to expose her obvious cleavage and blood-soaked lips.

“My dear man, I will give you a choice. One that could grant you a life you can only dream of, or leave you to fall into oblivion. Join us, become a Vampyre, live life draining it from others, or die. Which, my dear, do you choose?” She asked, tracing a bloody finger down his sternum.

His eyes blinked in weakness; he gripped his wounds on his neck in fear, but a smile soon came to his pallid face.

“Immortality…” He whispered.

Taking her single index finger, Ice ran into along her tongue. Mixing her saliva and the man’s blood, she lowered it to his open mouth and commanded him in one single word.

“Taste.”

Closing his dry mouth over her slender finger, he tasted the saltiness of his own blood and the tart, almost dry sensation from her saliva.

Ice watched in pleasure as the change began to take place.

His head lolled to the side; his arms and legs went limp. Then, his body began to go cold. She could feel the iciness under her. It radiated like a winter storm. She soon grasped his aura; changing from a slight green to a muddy black. The tainted soul was coming forth, blessed by hell and overriding God’s gift. She laughed.

His eyes shot open, now black and pupiless. He grinned up at her, newly formed fangs in her line of view.

“Arise, my dear friend. And what shall you be called?” she asked, watching him float upwards and onto his booted feet.

“Silus,” He replied, his voice deep and melodic.

Ice at once felt herself physically attracted to this Silus, something Sire’s never feel for their victims.

Silus stood there, square jawed and somber, waiting for Ice to respond.

“Go to the hilltop,” she ordered, pointing to the north at a raised, grassy mound. There, sitting slightly tilted, was a tiny shack made from rotted wood. “Open the door and it will lead you down. Follow it passed all the side rooms till you reach the last door. Go in, strip down, and get in bed. I’ll be there shortly.”

“Without hesitation, Sire,” Silus answered. With almost no commotion, he fled, slinking into the blackness that was the night.

Ice remained there, watching him dash away, hope rising in her.

She was in complete control of almost every Vampyre she had come across.

Except the Hidden.

No matter, she consoled herself, I will Turn that damn Huntress, kill her sister, and take the Pillar, and then those fucking rebelling Vamps will see that my quest was right all along. They will no longer fight against our cause!

The night grew deeper.

And Ice grew hot.

Silus was waiting, and she didn’t want to keep it that way.

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Ice arrived in the room to find a Silus in her silk laced sheets.

Her dead heart seemed to leap, if it could, and she raised a shaped eyebrow in satisfaction. He was more muscular than expected; tan skin glowed golden in the torchlight. His firm abs sat perfectly below shaped pectorals; arms of a god, lined with veins, rubbed his five-o-clock shadow.

“My Lord,” He whispered with a bow of his head. He stood out of the sheets to expose his naked body. Ice gasped.

He’s a big guy in all the right places, she mused in her mind.

“Call me Ice, dear Silus. Call me Ice.”

She had never granted a Vampyre permission to call her by her name, but she knew what she was doing.

Silus was different.

Silus was all Ice needed to know her cause would achieve its goal.

And Violet won’t even know what hit her.