He was in pain from not being able to feed on the blood of humans and vampires alike. His dark crimson eyes were fading to a pale white which meant he was nearing death. I couldn’t stand-by and watch him die anymore. I may hate him, but I need to save him for Gabrielle is within me and she loves him. I may not be her anymore, but she is me. His breathing came out in painful gasps. I strode over to him my brothers switch blade in hand. I sat in his lap. My mis-colored eyes bore into his blood ones as a flicked the blade out. He winced slightly at the sound.

“I’m going to be nice to you for once, Ares. But, this is more for Gabrielle then you,” I said as I cut into and across my palm. “Now be a good little vampire and drink up.”

I made my hand into a fist and began to squeeze the metallic scented liquid into his mouth. He swallowed the drops slowly at first. But, soon got used too my blood and opened my hand to lick at the blood that gushed out of it. The feel of his tongue sent shivers up my spine. It was cold like when someone is eating ice cream. He licked his way to my wrist hungering for every drop he could get. He didn’t dare bite into my wrist because he knew I carried the vampire gene, and I would become the lowest of his or should I say our kind if bitten. His face held a look of ecstasy as he licked the blood, and moaned my old name “Gabrielle”. His lover a century ago only too be reborn and hate him. Maybe, it’s not my hatred. But, Gabrielle’s because she died because of him. Almost, by her own hand because of loneliness in her heart longing for him to return to her. Then, by his fangs sinking into her neck trying to bring her into his world. She didn’t carry the gene like I do. She was supposed to drink his blood also. So, she died by the foolish young vampire once named Marcus.

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I sat on his lap allowing him too lick my neck before he claims his “meal”. His teeth never sank into my skin though for fear of what I would become. The all too familiar knife slit my arm. I winced slightly at the pain. I could see Damen`s eyes light up as the blood began to spill over the sides. I hate him, yet I still allow him to feed from me. I brought the fresh wound to his mouth.

“Here’s your precious blood. Hope your happy.” I growled.

He just grinned down at me and began to drink greedily. His tongue licked at the wound over and over again. I felt disgust towards myself for doing this for him. His eyes locked onto mine with a taunting look.

“You know I don’t have to do this, … Damen!” I spat, but he only smirked at me.

"Do you really believe that? Because if you stopped, then I would just bite you to get your blood and..." He said grabbing onto my throat and shoving me harshly against the wall.

"NO!" I cried, shaking my head back and forth. "You would never..." I looked at him, and I could hear my voice falter.

The look in his eyes told me that he would, and that there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Or, was there? His fangs made their way towards my neck. They brushed gently against my skin. Anger began to bottle up in my small body. I couldn’t allow him to do this to me.

“Stop!” I yelled using my powers to shove him against the wall across the room.

“I see you’ve been practicing your telekinetic ability. Want me to make it stronger, Dark Blood.” he said baring his fangs.

“No, I will not become like you. You think that you’re special just because you and your mothers family are Pure Bloods? Do you?” I yelled slamming him against the wall again.

“Don’t speak of my family like that, mutt!” he raged.

“Did you forget you were not born a vampire? You were bitten by your brother the Awakener, a Noble Blood. You are a Dark Blood just like I would become. The lowest of your kind unless they descend from Pure Bloods. I will not be like you, Damen.” I said walking out of the room leaving him in darkness.

“Jamie.” he silently whispered.