a/n: I'll be updating my other stories soon once i'm done with my exams. For now, here's a 2 part story. The second part's almost done. Enjoy.

'It's too late…'

Taking in a deep breath, she gingerly touched the faded-golden colored doorknob with the tips of her fingers. Subconsciously, she held the piece of unopened envelope to her chest and tried to steady her breath. She thought herself crazy and a coward, only finding the courage to visit this place once more after two centuries. She licked her red lips nervously and tightened her grip on the doorknob. With a rusty creaking twist, the door opened slightly. Using both her hands, she pushed the door before stumbling inside an empty room. Even with the amount of indescribable physical strength that she had, the door felt so heavy to her arms.

The air in the room was musty and she covered her nose. Strangeness greeted her in a hostile manner as she saw the damage done to this precious room by ruthless time. The glass windows that she loved to sit by with a book were now broken and covered with dust. The once smooth and polished wooden floors were now just rough black cement.

Cold wind swept into the empty room, and she shivered. Her eyes glanced around and landed on the only objects present in the room. Located at the centre were a rusted metal chair and a small chest box lying next to it on the floor. The chair looked so lonely as if it has missed the feeling of a human's warmth. She began to choke as her restraint on her tears broke and knelt beside the chair, sobbing. She gently placed the envelope on the chair and held onto the rusty arm as if by doing so, she could find the emotional strength that she had lost from long ago. She cried with her eyes wide open and her head hung low as bright bloody red tears stained the dirty black ground.

'He is dead…'

She dug her black nails into the holes in the arm of the metal chair caused by corrosion and screamed, releasing all the pain and anguish that was trapped in her heart. She imagined the same familiar image in her mind: Her beloved Gregory, sitting on that very chair waiting for her to come back to him before death decided to take him away. She had tried, she had fought – she really did – but her brothers and sisters of the blood were too strong for a mere fledgling as she was a long time ago. They found out about her affair with a mortal and captured her. They locked her up in the deepest of the dungeons of their lair as a punishment for committing one of the most despicable taboos.

Tristan, the leader of her clan slammed the table as fury clouded his stern red eyes. "Do you know what the hell you're saying, Blair?!"

She bit her lower lip, afraid to answer yet at the same time filled with the rage enough to show her defiance. Offended and utterly confused with her words, Tristan placed his hands under the table, heaved it up and flung it over and up into the air in frustration. The table crashed onto the floor with such force that it broke two of its legs and she let out a small yelp.

He stood up and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "I created you because I fell in love with you. Why must you defy me and fall in love with a human let alone have sex with him?! Why can't you be like your brothers and sisters obediently obeying my words and orders?"

Angrily and like an innocent fool, she screamed back, "I did not fucking ask you to turn me into your lover and child! You chose me against my will! You have so many other vampires loving you till the ends of the earth, what difference does it make if I don't love you but instead a human?!" She glared and pushed his hand away from her. Having thought that she had enough, she headed towards the door wanting to go back to Gregory's arms rather than being screamed at here.

Stupid… how stupid can she get? Tristan was never going to let her go off that easily. She was not aware that she was breaking one of the crucial laws of the vampire world. So innocent, was she two hundred years ago. Just as she opened the door, a strong wind howled from behind her and the door shut itself with a bang. She jerked up, surprised. Tristan's chilling voice coiled around her heart like a python, warning her, "Humans are our food, Blair. A vampire cannot have a romantic relationship with a human. If you walk out that door, you leave me no choice but to take extreme measures to discipline you."

At that moment, she was scared but she thought of Gregory, waiting for her with that little chest that held the mystery of her present. Before she could open it, she was summoned back to her clan and when she returned, she realized that Tristan had found out about her love affair. She wanted to return to Gregory then and couldn't care less about what Tristan could have done to her.

Foolish… everything was because of her foolishness. She underestimated Tristan and went against his orders. The instant she stepped out of Tristan's room, she found herself being forcefully shoved against the wall. In the midst of all the hurried actions, she could feel the clinging sound of cold icy metal chains on her skin. As she was pushed onto the ground on her head, three vampires hovered above her, tying her up with chains. When they were done tying, Tristan walked up to her and pulled her head up by her hair and whispered into her ear, "Don't be angry with me Blair, I'm doing this for you. If you really still want to be with 'it', then kill me."

Her eyes widened in surprise. Why did she have the feeling that Tristan really did want her to fight against him? Her body was tired and weak so she decided to surrender as they tied a leash around her neck and pulled her to the dungeons. In the distance she could hear Tristan's furious voice thundering, "This is a lesson to the rest of you! Whoever betrays me and go against the laws of the vampire world shall suffer the same fate as her! Tortured, beaten, and isolated will she be for the rest of her life!"

She thought she was going to go crazy as the screeching sound of the iron bars slammed shut in her face. She was slapped awake from her daze when the vampires she once played along with walked away from her with their eyes downcast. "Let me out! Let me out! Please! He's waiting for me! Greg's waiting for me! You can't leave me like that! Nathan! Ashley! Come back!" She reached her hand out and began clawing at the air. Her pupils contracted as she cried, the dust on the bars sticking onto her white face.

She imagine her love sitting there holding the chest anticipating for her return. What would he do when she did not? What would he assume when she did not return? Would he wait for her or would he go for another? Filled with sudden anger at the though, she began scratching her arms and legs self-absorbed into mutilating herself. Tristan's piercing red eyes and black curled lips appeared in her mind and she could still remember that smile of his just a few moments ago… "Kill me," he said and that she would do. She would find a way and escape. She would kill him and then she'll return to Gregory…

Sunlight slowly crept into the room and touched the hem of her purple gown. She hissed and hurriedly crawled to the shadows of the room like an insecured mad dog. At the dark, dark corner of the hostile room, she leaned against the wall and drew her legs up to her chest.

She looked up and felt her tears continue flowing in like a torrent of blood. "What the hell am I doing here?" she whispered and fingered the edge of the envelope, hesitating to open it. "Greg, were you here all the time?" she asked out loud and she felt a soft wind toying with her hair. She blinked and stared hard at the chair, which was caressed by the now strikingly bright sunlight. The harder she stared; she better could make out a faint silhouette of a man sitting there. His body was bent as he rested his elbows on his knees and his hands were clasped together.

Carefully, she stood up with wobbly legs. She pressed her hands against the wall to steady herself and swallowing a big gulp of saliva; she pushed herself away from the wall. Her hand still held onto the envelope and she fearfully walked up to the ghostly figure. The closer she got to him, the clearer he became. He had short messily groomed light brown hair, multiple piercings on his left ear and one on his lips. A small chain connected his left earlobe with the corner of his bottom lip. She stared at the silvery chain for a few seconds, and her heart contracted as she remembered how she would tug at that chain of his making him yelp in pain. Her eyes shifted to his facial expression and he seemed to be lost in thoughts with creases in between his eyes.

Her hand acted on its own as it raised itself and her fingers reached out aching for the desire to touch him. But even as she extended her hand to its fullest, she could not because of the sunlight. She was trapped by the darkness and the shadows were her prison. Her mouths moved in a silent plead, calling out his name. He heard her; she just knew it because instantly, his head whipped up to look at her. Her breath was cut short when she stared into his never-ending pool translucent dark green eyes.

Loneliness…

She could see, sense and feel that utter desperate loneliness and pain of being betrayed radiating from his beautiful eyes. She covered her face with her hands and felt the tears coming again. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… Forgive me… Forgive me…" she begged and begged although knowing that it was futile. She crouched down and shook her head.

"Why didn't you come?" she heard that light fluttering voice as a small breeze touched her ears.

Time seemed to standstill in the dungeon where there were no windows. Darkness dominated her prison and fire was her only source of light. Each day, animals, such has snakes and rats were thrown into her tiny little cage for her to kill and devour their blood. Cruel, hostile and excruciating treatment made her grew strong. With each whip, with each kick, with each punch, with each choking, with each violation of her body, she learned how to defend herself, how to fight and best of all, how to kill in cold blood.

It came to a day whereby she managed to break free from the chains that entrapped her to the brick walls and snatched away the whip that was covered in small tiny sharp shards of diamonds from her tormentor. With a shout of a wild beast, she used the whip against the vampire in the black mask. Again and again she attacked him with the whip and her claws, unleashing all the resentment that boiled deep within her. When she finally tore his head apart, she wiped the blood away from her face. Hurriedly, she dressed herself in a cloak and silently crept out from the underground dungeon...

She dare not look up at him. Filled with guilt, she stuttered, "I tried. I really did but when I finally escaped and killed Tristan, you were dead. You were already dead…"

"Dead…" the breeze echoed.

She nodded slightly. "Before I finished Tristan off, he gave me this envelope…" she whispered and shakily showed him the unopened envelope.

Blair pinned Tristan's bloody head against the top of the table and tore both his hands apart. Tristan howled in painful agony and laughed insanely. His eyes were in a daze, his pupils contracted. Blair once thought that no one could reach the level of insanity as her but at that moment, she was astounded at how Tristan lost all his sense of conscience. Blair frowned at him and in a curious voice, she asked, "Why Tristan? Why do I feel that you did all those horrible things just to brew my anger and make me kill you?"

Tristan stopped laughing and his breath was becoming rapid. He had lost too much blood and he was weak. If he manages to survive – which he might considering that he was one of the strongest vampire – it would take a year or two for him to recover fully. He sighed and answered in a dried, tired tone. "We're more alike than you know it Blair. Save me from my misery and kill me…"

She stared at him in bafflement and released her hold on him. He toppled onto the floor like a lifeless doll and for the first time, she saw him tearing. "Don't drown yourself in regret… Go and do what you're set out to do…"

Angered by the confusion he created within her, she stomped a foot on the top of his chest and kneeled on a leg. "What do you mean, Tristan?"

Tristan smiled. "There's something for you at the bottom left drawer. An envelope." Before Blair could ask any further question, he closed his eyes and stopped breathing. Blair then followed his orders and did as she was told. She found the envelope and on it was her name in Gregory's handwriting. She blinked and suddenly felt fearful.

"Something's not right…" she murmured.

She slammed the drawer shut and a pile of papers dropped onto the floor. From the corners of her eyes, she caught sight of a calendar with days that had gone by crossed out with a black pen. She did not know why but she was compelled to pick it up and look at the date.

She let out a scream when she saw the date. It was roughly about a hundred years since she was imprisoned. She scrambled around to confirm her horrendous suspicions and came to a locked cupboard. Using all her strength, she ripped the whole cupboard apart and saw files in them with Gregory's name on it. Trembling, she randomly picked one up and opened it.

It was then that she knew that she was too late and her world shattered in pieces of sharp bladed glass…