A/N: Getting so tired of rewriting and editing, but I won’t stop until I’m satisfied (so basically when my hands fall off).

Lux Perpetua Luceat

(Chapter X: Birth of Rosemary)

. X .

Lilith did not know how much time was passing but every moment felt like an eternity. Her inside burned and twisted rendering her too useless to scream. Her lungs did not need oxygen anymore so every second spent too weak to breathe was like being suffocated with heavy weights. Everything that was human was being rejected by her body. The mortal life had to be squeezed out of it in order to be reborn. The times when light wasn’t bursting behind her eyes and her skin didn’t feel like thousands of needles were continuously stabbing it, she could see the outline of Cain’s blurry face or the touch of his cool hands caressing her comfortingly. Even through the fog of intense pain, Lilith could sense him there. She just knew. In some ways it was soothing and others disturbing for the loss of her humanity-

-and then, she died.

Aeron had awaked screaming. Frozen in sleep paralysis, his glassy wide orbs focused on the faint outline of numbers projected by his alarm clock. The imprint on the ceiling read 2:34AM. His wife shifted in the bed next to him. “J-Juliet?” he exhaled, relaxing, seized muscles regaining function.

“Nope,” the woman lying next to him rolled over. “Auntie Julie has been dead for five years now, right Uncle Aer?” Lilith propped herself up on her elbow.

The elder man jumped, tumbling out of the bed. Head swiveling madly, he realized he was in his old North Carolina home, the one he’d sold after Juliet had died. He set his confused gaze on the redhead lounging on the wrought-iron frame. “What is this?” he calmly questioned, knowing that it was neither a vision nor a dream.

“I said I’d come visit you one day!” his granddaughter exclaimed cheerfully, giggling. “Miss Gwen was kind enough to pay for a round trip!”

“I knew it would make you happy, daddy. Justin and I have had it planned for a long time now.” The middle-aged blonde smiled at him from her seat at his computer desk. Dressed in jeans and a plaid button down shirt, she looked nothing like the Commander of the Knights of Magdalene.

The sight was enough to bring fresh tears to his eyes. Seeing and hearing such a thing was breaking his heart. The Grand Master shook his head. “I am Aeron Medici and you are not my daughter. Spare this fool and tell me your name.”

Gwen stood from her chair, worried. “Did you hit your head, dad?”

“Yeah, should we call an ambulance?” Lilith asked, concern washing over her features as well.

Aeron knew that his second child would never refer to him as a parent; she never had. Gwen also hated Justin passionately. “Stop showing me what could have been,” he glared past both of them, inflamed stare trying to burn out the deception clouding his senses.

The older woman walked across the room, leaning against the wall parallel to her collapsed father. “We’re here for you now. Please don’t push us away.” Her dark eyes were pleading. “We…we will be leaving soon. Follow us?”

Tears dripped slowly over his cheeks. “This is impossible.” Aeron whispered. They couldn’t be in limbo. None of them were close to death. “No, no. That’s wrong isn’t it?” he closed his eyes. “I looked, and behold: a pale horse.” The seer opened his eyes. “…And his name that sat on him was Death.” In Gwen’s place was a man, dark of hair and light of eyes, her opposite.

“I don’t want to go anywhere!” Lilith yelled fearfully, reaching for the Grand Master. His hand shot out to grasp hers, only to fist air. They both looked down in astonishment at her spectral forearm.

Aeron understood what was transpiring and dove to grab hold of her still corporeal shoulders. “Listen! You must not stray from the devil’s side now! Live and do not let the Antichrist be born!” he coughed, blood wetting his lips. The chimera faded with her vanishing projection. She was returning to a new life.

On the floor he lay, in his hotel room, finally. There, bleeding out, he remembered his purpose; with the Gamma battalion, he was supposed to be monitoring the Devereux couple, posing as a private detective squad. They could still have another child, so there was a chance for the Rex Deus, for humanity. The Messiah’s Second Coming…I have hope…

“No.” the voice prompted Aeron to move as much as he could without further tearing the wound in his chest. It was the creature he had exposed in its own illusion. The wraith lay down alongside him, uncaring as the crimson stained his clothes. “No hope.” He said to the seer. “No hope for them all, when the witch is dead.” Skin bleached as bone, glowing, metallic silver eyes studied his unblinkingly. Inky black hair framed his face, fanning across the carpet. In the eyes of this thing he could see the slaughter of his stepson and daughter-in-law. “Theirs are useless.”

The last thing Aeron saw were the fingers that plucked his wizened eyes from their sockets and the colour red. The pain was inconsequential against the knowledge that Joel and Annette were now dead and Lilith was no longer human. History was doomed to repeat itself.

Severed eyeballs in hand, the male got back to his feet, listening to the long death rattle of the aged human. He knew he had to go to the other side of the city. The answer he craved waited there.

The window shattered with the force of his leap. The supernatural man soared out into the graying skies, feet never to touch the ground.

“And Hell followed with him.”

.X.

Her eyes snapped open, the image of a dark man painted across her mind. She blinked. This isn’t my room. How do I know that? Lilith pushed herself up. The bed looked the same with its heavy purple, canopy hangings. They were pulled shut. She couldn’t remember anything from…when? Where am I? Cautiously she pulled one side of the curtains back. She gently prodded the carpeted floor with her foot. A barrage of sensation assailed her; the vibration, the sound of flesh touching something solid, the feel of skin sliding along the exquisitely soft rug. Lilith breathed deeply, the smells in the air delicious, the old stone weathered by age, the sweet, damp soils holding the fortress in place, the mahogany of the bed frame. She ran her fingers along it, entranced.

Both feet on the floor, Lilith struggled to stand, legs wobbling as though she had never used them. Like an infant taking its first steps, it took her quite a while to reach the mirrored outside of a closet on the far side of the room. She was so distracted by the way things looked, so lovely, so rich, full of absolutely gorgeous colour. The dimension to everything was so much deeper. Lilith felt like she could slide her hands through objects but they were firm every time she tried although she could see through them without opening them or taking them apart.

She caught her reflection in the mirror. Utterly confused, she pressed her hand against the mirror, the girl in the mirror echoing the movement. Soon both hands were exploring the mirror, trying to get to the person on the other side. Who is that? Where am I? The girl had deep blood red hair, the light shimmering across it making it seem as if it were moving. Her face was smooth and white, no indentations or lines, the only colour a soft nearly invisible pink flush to her lips. She was relatively short and had a nice body, every curve filled out, the uncovered flesh just as white and flawless as that of her face. Her eyes were a pale icy blue. The pupils were also slits. That was strange.

Wait…I have blue eyes too, I think. She raised her hands, sliding them down her body. The girl on the other side of the glass did the same. T-this…this can’t be right! “This isn’t me.” Lilith said, watching the lips in the mirror. She stared dumbfounded. With a trembling hand, she rolled a finger around in her mouth. Her entire being froze and shattered like a delicate ice sculpture when she felt a pointed fang pierce the questioning digit. The copper taste of blood leaked onto her tongue. Lilith bit harder, nearly severing the finger in half. The pain was irrelevant compared to the deathly revelation.

Her hand dropped limply to her side as her knees gave out weakly, falling into a hard kneel. Blindly, she dipped forwards, hands smacking against the mirror. Blood dripped idly from the cut, stains smearing against the glass. Forehead pressed to her reflection, Lilith eyed it in absolute revulsion. The strangest sensation coursed through it as the flesh sewed itself back together, thin tendrils of waxy whiteness meshing together in a grotesque parody of a spider’s web. The finger was pristine and flawless as it had been moments before.

“No, no, please no,” Lilith moaned, breathing in loud, short pants. A high-pitched screeching noise wailed at her ears, causing her to grind her teeth. Where normal nails had been were now glossy talons, digging deep grooves into the mirror. She jumped back, eyes riveted on the jagged markings etched into the once beautiful glass. “Don’t let this be me.” she begged to no one.

A hot fire rose in the pit of her stomach, boiling up her throat and invading her mouth, concentrating in her fangs, making her jaw ache. Heat blazed through Lilith’s veins, ebbing in and out with the beat of her heart. Suddenly the lingering aftertaste of blood wasn’t so awful. The girl bent over her knees, becoming as small as possible.

“How did this happen to me?” she whispered brokenly, hands tangling in her hair.

Howhowhow how?? happeN? Me me meMEmEMEME?!

A violent tsunami of images slammed the shores of her mind, forcing her to roll, screeching and clawing at invisible figures. Silver pretty-faced lying Constantinus kissing a dying girl. Lilith lunged at him, only to have the vampire disappear beneath her hands, his beautiful laughter echoing in her ears. A young Celine and Lilith cutting up magazines, pasting them haphazardly on a bright orange poster board giggling; a day long passed, caught in time. She wanted to go there, to be with them, yet they too disappeared before she could reach them, the happiness fading away. Sarah and Cain playing with a small boy-

- but he was suddenly bleeding, deep lacerations carving into his body, eyes spilling from their sockets, insides oozing out from gaping holes; his parents gone, only the lonely little corpse left amongst the flames and chaos. “My baby!” Lilith sobbed, throwing herself at its feet. The dark man from her dream then, barren wasteland, nothing but rocks and sand, the skies blackened and furious as he, the writhing pained man, screamed, limbs flailing in all directions, shadows of Cain kissing him. His hurt was so deep the wind howling like he did the rock cracking and spewing out lava and the burn was nothing, nothing compared to the intense agony in his mind; Cain was gone wandered away like his sanity had nothing left he had absolutely nothing left. And he looked at her then, reached out for her feral hatred exploding from his very being, yes kill her make her dead gone forever!

“Stay away from me!” Lilith hit the man’s outstretched hand as hard as she could, the landscape shattering like a broken mirror. Spread out on a cross now, nails buried to the hilt in her hands and feet, the pain unbearable, blood cascading in deep rivers down a gash in her side, the spear protruding, the Roman soldier grinning crazily. You deserve to die you don’t belong ruining us our beliefs. The crowd did not move, did not help. Head thrown back begging Him, no response from that one, back turned, only an experiment, FAILURE.

Constantinus again, holding the dead girl, taking all the life from her, Cain sitting beside him, giving the stiff body an undead heartbeat. Blood overflowed from its mouth, coating the body, changing it, twisting it. The killers smiling, kissing the newborn, telling it how magnificent it was. It couldn’t stop screaming, the live-dead corpse. Locked in a stone prison no room to move to breath, voices of the angels in wait so close but so far. They won’t let it out until the new monster is obedient. It never stops screaming and the angels lose interest. No one comes to free it, no one can hear it, so it lies there in anguish forever, last images of those who made it something horrible but death will not come so its suffering is never ending until it becomes an avatar of nothingness, life departed only the sad sad shell left. Why why why did you do this?

Lilith lay on the floor and wept, beating at an imaginary prison, fighting and kicking, begging the two evils to come back. She threw her arms frantically, one cracking hard off of a bed post. Out of the vision, she shot up, breathing erratically, head whipping side to side wildly. The nightmares burned from her eyes, the room focusing into view. With choked sobs Lilith pulled herself to her feet, waving her arm to make sure there was no enclosure. She leaned thankfully on the post, wiping thin watery blood off her face. She stared at her hands, the final proof worn guiltily on them. He did it. They did it, together. Pure unadulterated fury swept through her every fiber, invading each muscle, thought, and nerve until it erupted like a volcano.

“CAIN!” she shrieked, new voice ricocheting in powerful electric pulses off the walls confining her.

.X.

A cold wind blew through the empty streets, scattering cans and paper in a whirlwind of garbage. The buildings were either boarded up or locked shut, residents watching from inside dark apartments. The sidewalks and pavement were cracked with the occasional pothole sunken in. Sirens wailed in the distance. The other side of Kellen city was a bad one. A group of teenagers, all dressed similarly in grey hoodies and black beanies, were taking shelter from the early wintry weather in a nearby alley. “Shit, it ain’t even November yet.” One cussed as he futilely attempted to light a joint despite the howling gusts.

Another was folded up behind a dumpster, blocking out most of the wind. He looked around nervously. “Somethin’ feels real fuckin’ weird.” His eyes kept darting up and down the alleyway.

“Shut up Dave. Always got a bad feeling about something, huh? Maybe you should lay off the coke for a while.” A tall female leaning opposite of him pitched the end of her cigarette in his direction. Dave did not reply, continuing to twitch and eye the backend of their safe haven with increasing anxiety. The girl rolled her eyes and took the blunt a boy was offering.

The street lights flickered on and off then sputtered out. Shadows began to ooze over the feet and ankles of the alley’s occupants that did not belong to them. Ice threaded along the brick, an eerie silence trailing in its wake. The sirens, cars, bangs, shouts of people, gunshots, faded out of their ears. Some of them looked around strangely. “That’s…weird.” An older girl said, frowning slightly. Blackness spread out below, beside, and above them.

“Let’s get outta here.” A boy shivered in unease.

“What’s with you guys?” the belligerent girl who had told Dave off laughed at them. “Ever heard of getting high?”

More moved towards the mouth of the alley. A garbage can abruptly flew at them, knocking one out hard onto the street corner. A few shouted, the others, now thoroughly frightened, began to run away. Dave had lost all colour in his face. He shook his head. “You…you guys can’t run. It’ll get you anyway.” He hadn’t moved from his position, arms tightly holding his legs, head resting on his knees.

The girl turned on him, a vicious remark no doubt on the tip of her tongue. She opened her mouth to berate him. When she did, she found she couldn’t. A gurgle rose in her throat as she looked down in confusion. A tentacle of black was extended out of her chest, blood soaking down her front. She raised both hands to touch it in disbelief before more of the dark spirals burst out of her eyes, ears, and mouth in a bloody spray of carnage.

All but Dave screamed. A girl had fallen down and was sobbing to herself. “A trip…it’s just a bad trip. It’s happened before.” Hysteria edged into her breaking voice. Vines of shadow entwined around each other, blocking the only escape. Those that did not stop in time, hit the blockade and were pulled into the writhing mass, flailing limbs turning black and blue, corrupted and polluted. A figure rose up out of the pulsating dark. The remaining four, plus a curled up Dave, seemed to be rooted in place, feet unable to move. They stared in growing horror at the approaching man. He wasn’t human, couldn’t be.

He was smiling at them pleasantly, like that was his usual face. “Do you know where he is?” the man asked curiously, tilting his head, voice misleadingly light and innocent. He was nearly face to face with them. He ran a pale hand down a girl’s chest, stopping just above her heart. “No?” he said happily, plunging his hand into her body, ripping out her back, mangled heart clutched in a fist. He pulled his arm back out with the disgusting noise of ripping flesh accompanying it. Still holding the heart, he licked another girl’s cheek, unnaturally long tongue extending to travel down her neck. He nuzzled her face, rubbing the dying organ against the other side.

“You don’t know either, hmm?” he cooed, nails tearing her throat apart. “Abel has come such a long way for nothing.” The vampire ripped a boys’ head off, spine and muscle tearing audibly. He gutted the last, pulling long strings of intestines out, lapping at the gaping wound.

At last he turned to Dave, who was watching him with an air of finality; he knew he was going to die. He crawled over to him, ghostly face inches away from the human’s. “What do you have for Abel?” he hissed softly. Dave could feel the chill to his breath, the smell of earth all over him. The monstrous man bit into his neck, shoving the old seer’s prized eyeballs into the boy’s own.

The human seizured uncontrollably, spittle dripping from his mouth, speaking through the spasms, “Far away. Across the sea. Beneath the ground.”

“Where the World started…?” Abel wrenched himself off of the twitching mortal, taking Aeron’s eyes back. The teen’s remaining magic swirled inside of them, images of a blue-haired man talking about a place. Reading his lips, Abel asked the wind, “What is Norway?”

.X.

“It is done Mother. You will no longer have to worry about the human causing you any grievances.” Cain told the vampiress coolly. Nephthys merely threw him a bitter look from her spot on a fluffy chair and continued rocking a sleepy Aleksei.

After an extended silence, she said, “This is your burden to bear Cain. I will not tolerate any of your emotions being taken out on our family this time. Keep her in line the best you can.” She was stern about the matter, watching him with stony eyes. “None of us- no, I will not falter if she must be thrown out.”

Cain snarled, snatching the vampiress by her neck and holding her just above his face. “You will do no such thing.” He rumbled thunderously. “It was your own choice to give up your throne. I’ve ruled almost as long as Time has existed and now you think to make me follow your thoughtless machinations? You will find yourself failing in this endeavor, Mother.” He growled, words fading away into a piercing hiss. The warning startled the baby clutched tightly to the woman’s breast. He began to cry, struggling against his mother.

“Yet you’ve proven me right once more,” Nephthys choked out as Cain crushed her windpipe. “You let your feelings control your actions all because of some worthless mortals you let trample on everything we hold sacred.” She could barely speak, trying to draw in a wheezing breath in vain.

“You speak only of Abel!” he roared, agitated by her insults and the child’s wailing. “I never would have turned him if I had known the consequences then!”

“You lie,” A hiss like escaping steam loosed from her mouth, damnation plainly visible in her accusing eyes. “What happened to the son I used to love?” Nephthys raged at him. “When did that rational militant man become a sniveling, whining, crying, pathetic excuse for a king turn into thi-“ Blood squirted from the slashes gouged into her flesh, streaming out with force as Cain dug his claws in harder, crushing her neck brutally.

“Callous whore!” he bashed her viciously into the wall, taking self-righteous enjoyment in her gurgling half-formed noises of helpless anger. “I’ll cut out your tongue first,” he whispered tauntingly in her now malformed face. The vampire threw her to the ground. Drawing broken breaths, she scrambled to get to her feet, holding Aleksei protectively as she could. Cain kicked her in the stomach, sending her sprawling across the floor. He had his foot on her head before she could think to counter. “Unfit to be a mother.” He sneered at her, raising his foot to shatter her skull.

Before he could finish the action, his father heaved him off, cursing loudly. Lucifer helped his wife up, wiping her face with his sleeve. “What were you doing?” he questioned angrily, trying to soothe the panicked baby.

“Was it not obvious?” Cain spat, blazing predator eyes locked on Nephthys. “This ill-mannered bitch of woman thinks she can cut down anyone who does not fit her ridiculous criteria! No more will I tolerate her tactless speeches; keep her away from me unless you would enjoy watching me put her in her place.” He growled, stalking back and forth like a hunting wild cat.

“This ‘ill-mannered bitch’ as you put it, is your mother! How dare you speak of her in such a way let alone treat her like this!” Lucifer pulled her into an embrace and she buried her broken face in his shoulder.

“She speaks of throwing out my wife and slaying my Childe! Am I to stand here and take that from her? If she wants so badly to take my place then she can challenge me, not hide behind you!” Cain snarled vehemently, not backing down.

“You will not lay another finger on her,” the seraph warned, molten eyes flashing dangerously, ashen wings curling around the woman in his arms.

Cain snorted derisively. “Yes, because coddling your slut will make everything better.” He snapped caustically, confrontation clear in his stance.

“GET OUT!” Lucifer bellowed at him, swinging an arm in hostility towards the door.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN!” he sounded more a macabre beast than anything that had remotely resembled human once. The vampire king stormed out of the room, aura spinning as though it was a surging, fiery vortex.

.X.

Lilith was in the process of searching for clothing, having successfully located undergarments, when Cain burst through the door. Shock rapidly turned to incinerating rage and she opened her mouth to begin her tirade. Cain slammed the door so hard the walls shook. Immediately a flood of unseen hellfire seared her body and mind. Lilith gasped and took an automatic step back, terror rising in her chest.

Frightened, she watched Cain, who wasted no time in striding across the room. Even though his face did not wear it, she knew he was angry beyond measure. Instinctively she tried to dart past him but he caught her by the arm. The girl gave a trapped cry and flinched away from him. Cain tightened his grip so tightly around her arm that she felt her knees go weak. Still, he said nothing.

What’s wrong with me? I’ve stood up to him before. What’s happening now? Lilith felt a deep fear, freezing her insides, unable to speak. For some reason she was more afraid of him than she had ever been. Certainly he’d been madder at her than this, yet great swells of panic continuously pounded through her veins, urging her to run or to stay submissive under his hand.

Understanding flooded through her. I’m a vampire now…so I can sense what he feels. Oh god why did I ever fight with him before? Dread quickly became her master; she had never felt anything worse than this before, it felt like imminent death. This is more awful than- Memories of her turning flickered through her vision, making her shudder terribly.

Cain pushed her down onto the bed, interrupting her thoughts, pinning her with his body. Not giving her time to react, he kissed her harshly, sharp teeth cutting her lips and tongue, his own forcefully taking her mouth. He barely gave her time to breath, only letting her if he moved off to suck and bite at her neck. With an annoyed growl, he sliced the bra off her body, tossing the remains to the side. She could feel his erection against her stomach. Lilith wanted to struggle, to escape, to simply move. But she couldn’t. Her mind was in overdrive, begging for something anything, and her body was made of lead, without motion, lifeless.

He was fondling her now, hands roughly squeezing and kneading her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples, biting them hard enough to pierce the skin. She couldn’t scream let alone cry. Cain spread her legs with his knee, tearing the underwear off, leaving her open and exposed to him. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling his hard cock out. Lilith shut her eyes tears pooling behind them, unable to watch any longer, waiting for the expected agony of what came next.

Cain yanked one leg over his shoulder, maneuvering the other against him and impaled her in one swift movement. She fisted the sheets, clenching her jaw as hard as possible to keep any sound in. Raw pain blossomed and spread through her, the unfamiliar feeling of being dry and stretched stinging excruciatingly. Her body was so small compared to his. Lilith found it difficult to breathe through the mind-bending haze.

Then he started to thrust and a whole new kind of pain began. Her inner walls ripped further with every brutal movement; Cain slammed into her mercilessly, fucking her harder with every passing second. Blood made her slick, allowing him smoother entry, the sensations all the more sadistically satisfying. She could feel the strange feeling of flesh knitting together again, or at least trying. With the blood acting as a lubricant and the body determined to heal itself, it didn’t feel as bad as it initially had. Small tingles crept through her each time he sank back in; she tried to move, get a better angle but whenever she shifted an inch, the vampire king would snarl at her and hold her down. At last finding the will to fight back, Lilith bucked against him, shoving her foot in his face and attempting to scratch him with the pointy nails on her toes.

Momentary pleasure filtered across Cain’s face as she mated against him, heated annoyance replacing it when he suddenly found a foot wedged in his eyes. Scowling, he flipped her over onto her hands and knees, earning a yelp, grabbed her hips and fucked her from behind. Lilith tried to get her bearings, pushing her torso back up, wanting to slice at him with her claws. Cain picked up on this and covered her back with his chest, holding down her hands with his own. She could hardly keep the position, only kept in place by his restricting stone-like limbs. Amusingly enough, she was wet for him and it wasn’t blood. He grinned madly at her over her shoulder, licking her cheek. She snarled at him, outraged. She sounded so beautiful making those ferocious animal sounds, so right.

His breathing was harsh and uneven, thrusts erratic and sharp. To her utmost humiliation, Lilith realized that she could not help but press back onto him. Like a rutting fucking disgusting bitch in heat. The pain was mostly gone, healed unnaturally fast. She raised her ass to meet his undulating hips, a soft aroused tint colouring her pale cheeks. That was all Cain could take. He sunk his fangs into a shoulder, muffling his pleased moan, spilling into her, liquid heat, scorching her insides.

Pulling out immediately, he noticed blood still leaking from her entrance. Cutting his tongue, he bent down and slid it inside of her, coating her quivering walls with his own blood. Lilith cried out at the fiery feeling. Cain could taste the tender, bloody flesh return to normal. The flavor of hers and his mingling essences was exceptionally erotic. He probed deeper earning a surprised noise of pleasure from the girl. He purred against her, encouraged by her reaction. She wailed then, breathing out his name with, he detected, a note of indignation.

He was very tempted to take her again, desiring nothing more than to hear her scream for him. Cain began to suck on her swollen clitoris, purring in unison. Lilith mewled in contentment, for the moment forgetting to loathe the man who had just violated her. He lapped at her, rolling her sensitive nub between his fangs, fingers sliding in and out of her luxurious dripping folds. Lilith buried her face into the bed sheets, long keening moans escaping from her as she came hard, muscular walls clamping down fiercely around his fingers.

Her orgasm subsiding, Lilith started to struggle to get out of their entwined limbs. Despite her shaky body, she found she made more progress as a vampire. Rapidly becoming irritated with her incessant squirming and clawing, Cain forced her head to his neck. Lilith confusedly tried to jerk backwards only to have the vampire king hold her in place. The logical animalistic response was to bite, so she did. She locked the slab of flesh in her jaw, like a pit bull, unwilling to let go unless he surrendered. However she soon became aware of the value of such an arrangement. The taste of thick syrupy blood invaded her senses, causing her to release and merely make holes in one spot to feed from. Tamely, she drank the fluid down until Cain pried her off of him. She fought with him until she came to the intense shock of what she was doing.

Lilith stumbled off the bed, bent over, trying not to vomit. Oh, oh god, what the hell am I doing? What did I just let happen? She felt dizzy, vision spinning like a tornado. The fire in her stomach reared up again, making the need for blood almost unbearable. “Oh no, fuck no, I won’t do it.” She groaned, sinking to her knees. Cain moved behind her, adjusting his clothing. “S-stay away f-from me, you fuckin’ rapist.” She hissed, nearly pitching forward.

He righted her and shoved a bundle into her arms and said, “Get dressed, we’re leaving.” As though nothing had just happened, like it was any other day. He left the room.

Sitting on the floor, Lilith pulled the jeans up her legs, strapping on a proper bra and shirt over her head. “No panties…” she sighed exhaustedly, trying to block out the past thirty minutes from her mind. She grabbed some socks and shoes and staggered unwillingly to the door. Cain was on the other side, waiting. He knew she was standing there too. I always thought being psychic would be cool but it causes more paranoia and insanity than I expected.

Her throat burned. Thirst was the only thing she could think about, the past day wiped from her memory in favor of a more pressing physical concern. I-I don’t want to…but I need it. Need it so bad. A zombie-like possession clouded her mind. Lilith opened the door. Cain held out his hand.

She took it.

.X.

A/N: I hope I managed to convey the right atmosphere I was looking for in this chapter, the territorial nature (all aspects –coughcough-) of vampires and the beginnings of change in Lilith from her human disposition to a more inhuman one.

Oh my sweet god, I fucking hate that girl who doesn’t shut the hell up until Abel kills her! So he does one good thing, lol.

Dave was supposed to be rich, so why the shit was he chilling in the ghetto. WTF AUTHOR