Chapter Seven-

Sindra returned downstairs and she instantly felt the tension rise in the room. All the boys had blank stares directed at the floor and a cold chill ran through her body. Toryn was the first to look at her. His pupils had dilated so that his pupils completely overtook the beautiful blue in his eyes. Samuel and Jack then looked at her, and their eyes had done the same. Sindra took a step back. This scared her only slightly, but it was a little disturbing.

She bolted down the hallway to the only place she knew no one could touch her. Stumbling into her father's bedroom, she slammed the door and heard a thud on the other side. The vamps had crashed into the door. 'Holy shit,' Sindra thought to herself, 'What the hell's going on?' She slowly opened the door slightly and saw the vamps lying in a weird fashion on the hardwood floors that Toryn spent hours cleaning on a daily basis, even though she told him not to clean them so well. It made her feel too proper.

"What the crap?!" she flung open the door and began to yell at the boys, "Explain!" "We. Don't. know." The boys said in unison. "Your scent was undeniably scrumptious." Samuel purred. Toryn kicked him wherever he could reach. Which turned out to be his head. "E-x-p-l-a-i-n." Sindra spelled out. Jack shrugged in that stupid, 'I don't know and I don't care' sort of way. Sindra rolled her eyes and went back into her room. She heard several knocks on her door, but refused to answer them. "Will you just come out?" Jack asked angrily. "No!" Sindra growled.

"Why not?" Samuel asked in a seductive way.

His methods did not move Sindra in any way.

"'Cause you all are stupid."

"In what way?" Samuel asked stupidly.

"Because you are!"

"Only not!" Samuel retorted. "Stupid vampires." Sindra muttered. She pushed the thoughts of the vampires out of her mind and walked to her huge bathroom. Starting the water in her Jacuzzi bathtub, she stripped off her clothes. She needed a nice bath with the help of aromatherapy. She lit a eucalyptus spearmint candle and stepped into the warm bath water. The smell quickly filled the room and Sindra soon slipped off into her own reality.

An hour went by, and she still had not gotten out of the tub. During that time, she heard many angry knocks on the door, and she would chuckle softly at their pitiful attempts to coax her out of the room.

"Sindra! What about a kiss?!" Samuel coaxed.

"Sindra , if you come out I'll make anything you like!" Toryn pitifully attempted at coaxing her. She also heard Jack mumble something incoherent that made the boys gasp. It made her wonder.

"Sindra! I'll give you a cookie!" She still didn't know whose voice that was, or who had called with that.

"Go away!" She shouted as she stepped from the tub and wrapped a huge fluffy black towel around her body. Shaking her wet, ebony hair dry, she took a look into the mirror and sighed. Her eyes were something she both hated and yet loved. She still was asked frequently if she was blind but she had also learned she could use it to her advantage. It was a cruel thing to do on some parts but she had learned the world was cruel. Over the past years, she learned people's greed took the happiest things away, that people's pride stopped them from enjoying the finer things in life, and people's madness stopped them in life.

But breaking away from those thoughts, she shook her head and walked into her father's closet. She pulled on one of her father's plain white tees and took a pair of his boxers. Silently listening, she heard no more cries from the hallway. Stepping away, she went toward the closet that stood on the opposite side of the room. She stepped into it, and shut the door behind her. Inside she took a glance around and found what she was looking for. The tiny little button hidden near the door frame. And when she pushed it, a tiny crevice opened. And in she went.

The tiny crevice led into a dark hallway that seemed to wind and twist as she moved farther along. Finally, she made it to her destination. The Library. Her escape. As she came out from behind the stack of books, she looked around and headed toward the vast window in the left of the library that over looked the lands. This view, went well into the forest that edged her lands. Taking a long, deep breath, she went to a wall of books and pulled out a new one, she had yet to have read. Situating herself on one of the huge comfy chairs, she leaned her head forward and began to find herself in another world.

Inside the kitchen, the three vampires stood around the counters drinking their special drink.

"How do we propose to get her out of there?" Jack inquired, with his faint Transylvanian accent. "I say we bomb the place."

"No." Toryn interceded.

"How about we draw her out with our amazing bodies?" Samuel grinned.

Jack growled, "No."

"We could drench the library with pinesol?" Toryn asked.

"No." Samuel and Jack said in unison.

"We're running out of ideas here, boys." Samuel commented.

"What if we tried breaking in?" Jack offered. Toryn just glared.

"I am not cleaning up that mess."

"Whatever you say, Maid."

"CLEANER MAN! M-A-N! Not maid. Cleaner. MAN! Get it through your thick headed skull!" Toryn growled. Jack rolled his eyes while Samuel just started examining his cuticles. A moment of silence enticed them until Samuel's head zoomed toward the door.

"Well I must be off. Ta-ta!" And out the door, the fleeting flirt went.

"That was… odd." Toryn commented, Jack nodded in agreement.

Samuel made his way toward the library where he caught her scent. Wispy like footsteps, he made his way over to the figure sitting in the gigantic chair.

"Hello there, beautiful." He whispered, leaning into her ear from behind the chair. She tossed her book and jumped.

"YOU!" She pointed at him, accusingly. "How did you find me?"

"Oh, you know. That intoxicating scent of yours is marked in my memory for eternity." He smiled, giving off that sexy grin. She then noticed the charm in his aura. He had eyes that seemed to invite you in and a body that would kill with dancing all night long. And his luminescent layered, silver hair, glistened in the dim light and it seemed to match the pools of moonlight from the vast window.

"You know, if you like. You can have it." He commented, huskily. But he only succeeded in waking her up from her daze.

"What if I don't want it?" Playing at his game, she offered, picking up her book from where she tossed it.

"Then I will make you want it." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Surprisingly, she wasn't feeling scared when she felt the cold plaster of skin against her. He leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"Beautiful…" He whispered, leaning farther down.