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Fallen part 3; Opposing Personalities

The room was a small square, the only furniture being one stainless steal table and two chairs to match. One of these chairs, the victims was shorter than the other to make them feel smaller, a tiny insignificant speck. The table was bolted to the floor just incase someone got violent and didn’t want to talk. You would have never known that a violent storm raged on outside, but the air did stick close to you in the cramped 20 by 25ft room. The walls were gray concrete and a dark one-way window was set in one of them. A florescent bulb was hung from the ceiling, the only light source in the claustrophobic, coffin like room. There was no where else on earth where death seemed so close. A true hell reserved for the ones that refused to give the Maison de Sang what they wanted.
As Richard opened the rocklike door he was hit with a sense of fear. It slammed into him like a brick wall and he could smell it in the air. But the fear was not for his own safety, it emanated from the person who sat in the chair opposite the one-way window, the item of speculation for the crowd of vampires on the other side of the door.
A very common response to being locked in a room, like the one he had just stepped into, was fear. Most humans feel an over whelming sense of fear when placed in a confined spaces. This was not helped with the addition of ones captors being vampires. He had been in many interrogation rooms before and was used to the feeling that was given off by the weak beings. But this was something different, something so strong that he was nearly knocked off his feet. Richard had to catch himself on the handle of the door turning it an slightly, the vampires on the other side tensed in anticipation for the moment they would be able to chomp into the neck of the poor defenseless human locked up inside. He turned the handle in the opposite direction to lock the door, he didn’t want a blood bath to begin, not today.
Richard keep his eyes on the ground and turned around to face the table. They had taught him that it was better if you didn’t look the victim in the eyes, it sends them into a shock and that’s the last thing you want to do when trying to get information out of them. Glancing around the room calmly he saw the dark walls, the florescent light bulb, the one-way window. Finally he brought his gaze to the table and its occupants. That’s when he froze. He was not the only vampire in the room, Alex of all creatures was sitting at the table. Shit. Richard glanced at the girl across from him and inhaled in shock. She was gorgeous, too beautiful to be real. She was ethereal. Thick waves of golden hair brushed her shoulders, shining like the sun itself, even in the dim lighting. Her clear, icy blue eyes, although wide with terror and apprehension sparkled, two aquamarine jewels set in her flawless, delicate face. She was dressed in a spotless, spaghetti strap white dress that clung to the curves of her perfect body as if it had been made just for her. This girl couldn't have been a day over twenty-two, but her beauty reached out and grasped Richard's heart like nothing he had ever seen or felt before. Richard was breath-taken. Unfortunately he was not the only one interested. Alex started to lean across the table and run his dirty fingers down her jawbone. He flashed a brilliant smile at her. Richard watched as she froze with fear, for he too couldn't move. What Alex was doing was so incredibly wrong Richard couldn’t stand it.
The poor girl couldn’t move, fear had taken control of her body and Alex was in love with his new found power. He ran his fingers through her lightly curled hair and brushed his fingertips down her arm. he whispered words to her, his voice was thick with seduction as were the moves he made. Richard finally had enough. He grabbed Alex by the collar, whispered some nasty words in his ear and flung him out of the room being careful to lock the door behind him, as much for his own safety as hers. He calmly sat down at the table and flipped open the file that was laying there. It seemed that all they were able to find out about this girl was that she was found in an alley at 2 in the morning 2 days ago and her name was Anastasia. This begged the question as to why she was even here and not someone’s midnight snack.
Richard looked up slowly so as to not alarm the girl. Her eyes glistened with absolute terror and her hair fell around her pale face in a disorganized wave. She looked like she had just seen a ghost, which in Richards opinion would have been a better option over what she had seen. Alex had done a great job scaring her half to death but as of finding anything out about her, not so much. Richard swore in his head. This was going to be harder than he thought.
“Please don’t hurt me,” Anastasia squeaked from across the table.
“I’m truly sorry about Alex he was completely out of line treating you like that. I’m sorry” he gazed into her eyes that were now growing slightly calmer though the fear still lurked there ready to spring back at the nearest provocation.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” he added quietly. Her eyes still harbored fear, it was like a wolf hiding beyond the reaches of a campfire. Obviously she didn’t believe him. Richard sighed and shook his head.
“Do you know why you were found unconscious at 2am in a alley? Do you know what happened to you?” Richard asked tranquilly. Anastasia looked at him blankly. Silence filled the room as he waited for her to answer his question.
“Do you know your full name?” . . . . . . . . . . still nothing but fear and silence so thick it felt like he was drowning in it.
“please don’t hurt me.” She repeated, her fearful words broke the long silence.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I swear.” he smiled reassuringly, “if anything I want to protect you from the guys out side. You’re going to need my help if you want to get out of her alive,” he laughed and again was met with the same wall of fear and silence. Richard wished he could have taken the last sentence back. Silence . . . .
“The point I was trying to make was I have no intention of hurting you. I just want to help you but to help you I need you to answer the questions.” He said the words looking into her eyes, hoping that she would believe the truth, that he just wanted to help her get where she belonged. He saw no improvement as she looked back at him with her eyes as cold as ice.
“So you don’t know why you were found in an alley at 2am?” Richard asked again. Anastasia looked down at the steal table gravely, fear seemed to have frozen her mouth shut unless of course the freezing weather had actually frozen it first.
* * * *
He looked at his phone. It was 5 o’clock. Four hours of interrogation had done nothing and he had gotten no where. She really didn’t know what happened to her. Richard had to go home, he needed sleep but he most defiantly could not leave her there at Maison de Sang with Alex and the rest after her. He had only one question left for her and he truly hoped that she would answer it.
“Do you have a place to say?” he asked quietly almost afraid of the answer. She looked around.
“Here?” she asked weakly . Richard winced. He couldn’t sentence her to that kind of fate.
“Why don’t you come with me? I have a big house and you’ll be safer that way.” he smiled kindly at her hoping with all his heart that he wouldn’t have to force her to come with him. For the first time Anastasia lifted her head up to look at him, her eyes lost some of her iciness and she smiled back at him.
“Please” she whispered.
“Alright . You have to stay close to me. The guys out there know no wrong.” she nodded and got out of her chair swiftly. He was amazing at how gracefully she walked as he put his hand on the doorknob considering the ordeal she'd just been put through.
“You ready?”
“Of course” her answer was soft and sweet, Richard wondered how she ended up in such a hell hole as he opened the door and led her in front of him. The vampires that had been watching through the one-way window snapped their heads around as the door opened one even had his tongue hanging out, the pig. Anastasia walked out solemnly. Keeping her eyes on the floor, she walked swiftly away from the evil beings that would surely bring her death without blinking an eye. Richard followed behind, growling at any that took a step towards them. They could all sense she was frightened out of her mind, though she was very careful never to showed it, and this seemed to have increased there bloodlust. Her face was still pale and fear rendered speech beyond her. But she was on her way to freedom.
* * * *
In the parking garage the water level had risen. The dark vulgar liquid rushed through the entrance taking with it every scrap of garbage that crossed its path. It was a sickening shade of brown as Richard lead Anastasia to the Lancer.  She shuddered as an unidentifiable object floated past, still refusing to speak to him or even look in his direction. He opened the passenger side door  but she refused, only wanting to sit in the back seat. More proof that she did not trust him. Richard sighed as Anastasia slammed the door, it was not going to be easy getting her to believe that he only wanted to help. Whatever had happened to her had stolen her trust in people, something that was going to be very difficult to regain.
He walked over to the driver side and got in. The only light came from the instruments on the dashboard as he started the engine in hope of escaping from the gruesome accommodations that held them. Richard drove into the pitch black night. Rain hammered against the car in almost every direction. It seemed that the heavens above were opening up, plaguing the earth for taking whatever it was they wanted back. All the while Anastasia gazed out the back seat window solemnly. Richard felt a pang of empathy as he looked at her sorrowful face. He was positive that she didn’t deserve to be condemned to this fate. No one did. It was silent other than the wind howling past the car as Richard drove down the same abandoned streets. With every moment passing he grew more aware of two things; 1: the storm was raging so hard that it just might blow the Lancer over and 2: each time he looked at her face his heart screamed in agony. Both were very odd thoughts for him. Since he had joined Maison de Sang  nothing had really touched his heart. Maybe some gruesome kills now and then but nothing compared to the heartache he felt when gazing in to her face. It was the kind of face that had seen too much. More than it should have but still had to live thought it had lost what was most important. Richard looked back again, she hadn’t moved an inch and her face had not changed. He started to worry. This was not good for her, something was horribly wrong and he had to find out what, he had to get her back where she belonged. But where was that? No one knew. She was found in a dark alley at 2am. Why? She hadn’t become a vampire’s late night snack. What had saved her? All these question ran throw his mind. All significant, all without answers.
“Do you want to go somewhere to eat?” Richard questioned as she finally broke her gaze from the window. Her eyes met his in the rear view minor, hers as chilling as ice, his filled with concern. She nodded a yes.
“Where would you like to go?” his words sincere.  . . . . . . .no answer came. Richard’s eyes flickered to the mirror and saw that she was back to gazing out the window at the storm that fought against the car.
“Alright I guess I’ll pick.”
He came to a stoplight and halted the car. The sound of the Lancer’s windshield wipers and the rain they fought back echoed through the silence. The headlights illuminated the road before them, droplets of rain shimmered in the light they cast before creating pools of black water in the empty street. It seemed like everyone had gone in for the night because of the fearsome storm. Safe and sound in their warm houses, watching the nightly news cast to see when it would stop poring down sheets of black water and what kind of force the winds held. The light changed to green and they were off again. Richard almost missed the turn for the rain that fell was blinding but quickly hung a left and parked that car in front of a expensive looking modern restaurant. With its white walls and sharp architecture the building rose up from the street. The soft lighting cast shadows of the people dining inside, spilling onto the sidewalk from the elegant windows.   Richard got out swiftly and opened her door. Anastasia stepped out into the dark rain, looking confused as if she had never seen rain like this before. He quickly wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her under the overhang so she wouldn’t get soaked by the on going down pour. Anastasia didn’t fight against his strength, she knew he held too much over her and  the least she could do was to cooperate with him after he got her out of the horrific place. Though, now it seemed like anywhere she was taken was a horrific hell.
“you ok?” he looked down into her eyes, his black hair was dripping wet and  fell is unkempt strands over his eyes which were filled with anxiety. She nodded  as he opened the door for her. Soft classical music wafted out as did the smell of freshly cooked bread and excellent food. Anastasia gracefully walked through the wooden doorway with Richard fallowing.
Silence fell over the restaurant as people caught sight of the pair, as their inconceivable beauty entered their minds and mesmerized them. They were complete opposites, but the contrast was breathtaking. Richard was dressed all in black, an angel of the night. His inky, dark hair was now sopping wet from the thunderstorm outside, making him look even more like an outcast thrown aside by society. Though his expression was mincing his face told a different story; he was astonishingly handsome with his piercing dark blue eyes hiding behind a curtain of ebony hair. Anastasia was dressed in white, the most beautiful, a pure angel. Her exquisite dress gleamed in the soft lighting of the restaurant, accentuating the perfection of her figure. Though her face was free of makeup, it was flawlessly stunning. The rain had done no damage to her golden hair, it still curled lightly around her perfect face, gracefully flowed to her slender shoulder blades. Her unbelievable magnificence stole the breath from the lungs of those who gazed upon it. They only thing she and Richard really had in common was their extraordinary beauty to humans. Every woman's eyes were fixated on Richard, every man's on Anastasia. Lust overwhelmed the humans' senses as the breath as pair was shown to their table, a small circle of wood draped in a spotless white table cloth. On top rested a vase of freshly cut flowers and a miniature decorative votive candle in a glass holder. The table sat in the back of the quaint restaurant, closest to the blazing fire; secluded, private.
The flames danced over the burning logs as the conversation level elevated to what it once was. Anastasia was rememorized by the fire’s intensity and strength as it penetrated the darkness that enclosed them. The tiny flame of the candle sitting on their table could not compare to the monster-like thing raging on in the harth. Darkness seemed to fallow Richard like a devious shadow. There was a sizzle as some droplets of rain hit the fire and were turned into smoke because of the fires intense heat. A server walked to their small table and took their orders. Again Richard got no repay when he asked Anastasia what she wanted, forcing him to order for her.
“she’s not very lively is she” the server whispered to Richard. Her emerald eyes sparked with lust for him. His eyes spat fire as she took a step back and shrunk away. He turned his attention back to the girl sitting across the table gazing at the fire. Worry filled his dark blue eyes. He wondered if it was possible to get her to talk about what happened. Maybe if he scared her enough . . . .no that would never work. Alex had done enough of that already and, if anything, worsened the sutation. He cursed Alex in his head again. Richard tried to make small talk with her. He asked things like what she liked to do, what her favorite color was, where is her favorite place.
“my favorite color is white” she responded quietly. Richard smiled, happy that he got her to say something. Again he was hit with a wall of fear so think he could teast it. He wondered what was wrong and then quickly realized what had frightened her so terribly.  His fangs. Richard wanted to slam his head against the stone fire place. How could he have been so stupid? Of course she was frightened by his fangs! That’s why  her eyes filled with fear every time he spoke! Guilt filled his soul.
“im so sorry. I forget that people are terrified of my teeth. But I swear on my life I wont hurt you.” her eyes, as cold as ice, still held fear. Richard reach his hand across the small table. A motion he meant to be comforting, to show that he didn’t  mean any harm to her. Anastasia snapped. She grabbed the sharpened stake knife that was closest to her and stabbed it into the table. Richard, having extremely fast reflexives moved away milliseconds before she drove the steal knife into his hand. Her strength and speed amazed him. The knife had gone into the table at least 3 inches. Richard calmly took the hilt of it and pulled it out. Fear ran wild through her eyes as he tranquilly gazed back. If she was going to snap like that he should probably take her home. That way it would be safer for both of them.
“come on, ill take you home.” he smoothly said as he left money on  the table and got up. Anastasia hung her head ashamed by what had just occurred.  Richard opened the door for her, fear still thick enough for him to teast.
The rain had not stopped falling in black sheets. Richard lead Anastasia to the car and helped her in, the got in the drivers seat himself. His body cast a shadow shadow that enclosed the car for a brief second before he ignited the engine. The rain falling on the car created a cacophony of sound that filled the car as he pulled out of the parking lot. Street lights whizzed by in an incessant blur hurting Anastasia’s eyes. The green lights on the dashboard dimly light Richard’s face. He was an extremely skilled driver, having good depth p erception and impeccable timing, but that’s not what he had problems with. His speed always seemed to be at least 10 mph faster than the speed limit, though this was not a problem thanks to the radar tracker Maison de Sang had supplid him with.
The enormous building of NYC started to shrink until they were replaced with lavish houses. They drove through a gated community that did not seem so welcoming to a person like Richard. one would never expect an outcast like himself would end up in such a high standing place. But that was the place the mealstrome of his life had decided to dump him in, at least for the moment.
the Lancer pulled up to another gate, this one nothing like the decorative fence they had just gone through. With its elegant white bars, that gate had hardly seemed like it could keep anyone out, which was true. It was just there to show wealth and provide a false sence of security for those who wished a mental gateway into the high priced community. The one that rose up before the car now was a completely different breed. The gates were dark wood that was at least 4 inches thick and its rod iron frame seemed too heavy to roll on the petite wheals that laid on each side of it. The headlights shone upon the monstrous things and revealed that there was a crest carved into each wood door. The lines curved and flowered into a marvelous patterned that was a designing master piece. Anastasia was memorized by the beauty the gates held a true representation of the owner in that such beauty could be possessed in something so fearful. In the sunlight their real magnificence would have been revealed but as the icy rain fell she doubted she would ever get the chance to see their true mastery. Richard pressed a button hidden on the roof of the car and the dark gates rolled open, with a silence that amazed Anastasia, to reveal a black road heading up to an even darker house. They waited a second as tiny lights flicked on one by one to illuminate their way through the moonless night. He pulled the car up to one of many garages that lined one side of the three story house. Again Richard pressed a button invisible in the darkness of the car. A garage door of the same dark wood as the impressive gates opened and he drove in. lights switched on as if commanded by some unseen force.
The garage was colossal, it ran the whole length of the house and was filled with every vehicle that you could imagine. One in particle caught Anastasia’s eye. A black Yamaha Tesseract stood in a corner, its shiny black frame glimmered in the florescent lighting. Its headlights bore into her as if the bike did not approve of her being there. She stood there starring into its eyes for a second. Richard smiled to himself, secretly proud of his most favorite ride. He walked to the door and waited=2 0there until Anastasia broke he trance and fallowed.
Together they walked through the stone house. Dark chestnut floors stretched out before them as he lead her through a hallway. Music from and unseen source pounded through the house. The walls vibrated from the base as the rock music blasted . Anastasia stole a glance at Richard. His face was confused and annoyed. Obviously the music was not supposed to be there. Richard stormed forward, Anastasia was forced to jog to match his speed. By the time they had reached the end of the hall Anastasia was running to keep up with him. Storming in to direction of the living room where the source of the music would be found. Richard made his way through the doorway and froze. Anastasia was 5ft behind him.
The living room its self was incredible. Wood floors darkened with toner shone, three small tables and three couches were spread through out the room, all of which facing a projection screen at least 70 by 40 ft. sound speakers were hung in all corners of the great room, as they were outside and in every room in the mansion. Anastasia nearly slammed into Richard because of his sudden stop. She stepped to his side to examine the room so thoroughly, but he held out his arm to stop her. The cause of Richards sudden paralysis was standing in the middle of the room.
Alex and three of his friends were smiling. A fight had broken out between two of them. The other one was laughed as they tackled each other and landed on the hardwood floor with a thud. Alex laughed, nearly falling off the couch.

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Fallen part 3; Opposing Personalities

The room was a small square, the only furniture being one stainless steal table and two chairs to match. One of these chairs, the victims was shorter than the other to make them feel smaller, a tiny insignificant speck. The table was bolted to the floor just incase someone got violent and didn’t want to talk. You would have never known that a violent storm raged on outside, but the air did stick close to you in the cramped 20 by 25ft room. The walls were gray concrete and a dark one-way window was set in one of them. A florescent bulb was hung from the ceiling, the only light source in the claustrophobic, coffin like room. There was no where else on earth where death seemed so close. A true hell reserved for the ones that refused to give the Maison de Sang what they wanted.
As Richard opened the rocklike door he was hit with a sense of fear. It slammed into him like a brick wall and he could smell it in the air. But the fear was not for his own safety, it emanated from the person who sat in the chair opposite the one-way window, the item of speculation for the crowd of vampires on the other side of the door.
A very common response to being locked in a room, like the one he had just stepped into, was fear. Most humans feel an over whelming sense of fear when placed in a confined spaces. This was not helped with the addition of ones captors being vampires. He had been in many interrogation rooms before and was used to the feeling that was given off by the weak beings. But this was something different, something so strong that he was nearly knocked off his feet. Richard had to catch himself on the handle of the door turning it an slightly, the vampires on the other side tensed in anticipation for the moment they would be able to chomp into the neck of the poor defenseless human locked up inside. He turned the handle in the opposite direction to lock the door, he didn’t want a blood bath to begin, not today.
Richard keep his eyes on the ground and turned around to face the table. They had taught him that it was better if you didn’t look the victim in the eyes, it sends them into a shock and that’s the last thing you want to do when trying to get information out of them. Glancing around the room calmly he saw the dark walls, the florescent light bulb, the one-way window. Finally he brought his gaze to the table and its occupants. That’s when he froze. He was not the only vampire in the room, Alex of all creatures was sitting at the table. Shit. Richard glanced at the girl across from him and inhaled in shock. She was gorgeous, too beautiful to be real. She was ethereal. Thick waves of golden hair brushed her shoulders, shining like the sun itself, even in the dim lighting. Her clear, icy blue eyes, although wide with terror and apprehension sparkled, two aquamarine jewels set in her flawless, delicate face. She was dressed in a spotless, spaghetti strap white dress that clung to the curves of her perfect body as if it had been made just for her. This girl couldn't have been a day over twenty-two, but her beauty reached out and grasped Richard's heart like nothing he had ever seen or felt before. Richard was breath-taken. Unfortunately he was not the only one interested. Alex started to lean across the table and run his dirty fingers down her jawbone. He flashed a brilliant smile at her. Richard watched as she froze with fear, for he too couldn't move. What Alex was doing was so incredibly wrong Richard couldn’t stand it.
The poor girl couldn’t move, fear had taken control of her body and Alex was in love with his new found power. He ran his fingers through her lightly curled hair and brushed his fingertips down her arm. he whispered words to her, his voice was thick with seduction as were the moves he made. Richard finally had enough. He grabbed Alex by the collar, whispered some nasty words in his ear and flung him out of the room being careful to lock the door behind him, as much for his own safety as hers. He calmly sat down at the table and flipped open the file that was laying there. It seemed that all they were able to find out about this girl was that she was found in an alley at 2 in the morning 2 days ago and her name was Anastasia. This begged the question as to why she was even here and not someone’s midnight snack.
Richard looked up slowly so as to not alarm the girl. Her eyes glistened with absolute terror and her hair fell around her pale face in a disorganized wave. She looked like she had just seen a ghost, which in Richards opinion would have been a better option over what she had seen. Alex had done a great job scaring her half to death but as of finding anything out about her, not so much. Richard swore in his head. This was going to be harder than he thought.
“Please don’t hurt me,” Anastasia squeaked from across the table.
“I’m truly sorry about Alex he was completely out of line treating you like that. I’m sorry” he gazed into her eyes that were now growing slightly calmer though the fear still lurked there ready to spring back at the nearest provocation.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” he added quietly. Her eyes still harbored fear, it was like a wolf hiding beyond the reaches of a campfire. Obviously she didn’t believe him. Richard sighed and shook his head.
“Do you know why you were found unconscious at 2am in a alley? Do you know what happened to you?” Richard asked tranquilly. Anastasia looked at him blankly. Silence filled the room as he waited for her to answer his question.
“Do you know your full name?” . . . . . . . . . . still nothing but fear and silence so thick it felt like he was drowning in it.
“please don’t hurt me.” She repeated, her fearful words broke the long silence.
“I’m not going to hurt you, I swear.” he smiled reassuringly, “if anything I want to protect you from the guys out side. You’re going to need my help if you want to get out of her alive,” he laughed and again was met with the same wall of fear and silence. Richard wished he could have taken the last sentence back. Silence . . . .
“The point I was trying to make was I have no intention of hurting you. I just want to help you but to help you I need you to answer the questions.” He said the words looking into her eyes, hoping that she would believe the truth, that he just wanted to help her get where she belonged. He saw no improvement as she looked back at him with her eyes as cold as ice.
“So you don’t know why you were found in an alley at 2am?” Richard asked again. Anastasia looked down at the steal table gravely, fear seemed to have frozen her mouth shut unless of course the freezing weather had actually frozen it first.
* * * *
He looked at his phone. It was 5 o’clock. Four hours of interrogation had done nothing and he had gotten no where. She really didn’t know what happened to her. Richard had to go home, he needed sleep but he most defiantly could not leave her there at Maison de Sang with Alex and the rest after her. He had only one question left for her and he truly hoped that she would answer it.
“Do you have a place to say?” he asked quietly almost afraid of the answer. She looked around.
“Here?” she asked weakly . Richard winced. He couldn’t sentence her to that kind of fate.
“Why don’t you come with me? I have a big house and you’ll be safer that way.” he smiled kindly at her hoping with all his heart that he wouldn’t have to force her to come with him. For the first time Anastasia lifted her head up to look at him, her eyes lost some of her iciness and she smiled back at him.
“Please” she whispered.
“Alright . You have to stay close to me. The guys out there know no wrong.” she nodded and got out of her chair swiftly. He was amazing at how gracefully she walked as he put his hand on the doorknob considering the ordeal she'd just been put through.
“You ready?”
“Of course” her answer was soft and sweet, Richard wondered how she ended up in such a hell hole as he opened the door and led her in front of him. The vampires that had been watching through the one-way window snapped their heads around as the door opened one even had his tongue hanging out, the pig. Anastasia walked out solemnly. Keeping her eyes on the floor, she walked swiftly away from the evil beings that would surely bring her death without blinking an eye. Richard followed behind, growling at any that took a step towards them. They could all sense she was frightened out of her mind, though she was very careful never to showed it, and this seemed to have increased there bloodlust. Her face was still pale and fear rendered speech beyond her. But she was on her way to freedom.
* * * *
In the parking garage the water level had risen. The dark vulgar liquid rushed through the entrance taking with it every scrap of garbage that crossed its path. It was a sickening shade of brown as Richard lead Anastasia to the Lancer.  She shuddered as an unidentifiable object floated past, still refusing to speak to him or even look in his direction. He opened the passenger side door  but she refused, only wanting to sit in the back seat. More proof that she did not trust him. Richard sighed as Anastasia slammed the door, it was not going to be easy getting her to believe that he only wanted to help. Whatever had happened to her had stolen her trust in people, something that was going to be very difficult to regain.
He walked over to the driver side and got in. The only light came from the instruments on the dashboard as he started the engine in hope of escaping from the gruesome accommodations that held them. Richard drove into the pitch black night. Rain hammered against the car in almost every direction. It seemed that the heavens above were opening up, plaguing the earth for taking whatever it was they wanted back. All the while Anastasia gazed out the back seat window solemnly. Richard felt a pang of empathy as he looked at her sorrowful face. He was positive that she didn’t deserve to be condemned to this fate. No one did. It was silent other than the wind howling past the car as Richard drove down the same abandoned streets. With every moment passing he grew more aware of two things; 1: the storm was raging so hard that it just might blow the Lancer over and 2: each time he looked at her face his heart screamed in agony. Both were very odd thoughts for him. Since he had joined Maison de Sang  nothing had really touched his heart. Maybe some gruesome kills now and then but nothing compared to the heartache he felt when gazing in to her face. It was the kind of face that had seen too much. More than it should have but still had to live thought it had lost what was most important. Richard looked back again, she hadn’t moved an inch and her face had not changed. He started to worry. This was not good for her, something was horribly wrong and he had to find out what, he had to get her back where she belonged. But where was that? No one knew. She was found in a dark alley at 2am. Why? She hadn’t become a vampire’s late night snack. What had saved her? All these question ran throw his mind. All significant, all without answers.
“Do you want to go somewhere to eat?” Richard questioned as she finally broke her gaze from the window. Her eyes met his in the rear view minor, hers as chilling as ice, his filled with concern. She nodded a yes.
“Where would you like to go?” his words sincere.  . . . . . . .no answer came. Richard’s eyes flickered to the mirror and saw that she was back to gazing out the window at the storm that fought against the car.
“Alright I guess I’ll pick.”
He came to a stoplight and halted the car. The sound of the Lancer’s windshield wipers and the rain they fought back echoed through the silence. The headlights illuminated the road before them, droplets of rain shimmered in the light they cast before creating pools of black water in the empty street. It seemed like everyone had gone in for the night because of the fearsome storm. Safe and sound in their warm houses, watching the nightly news cast to see when it would stop poring down sheets of black water and what kind of force the winds held. The light changed to green and they were off again. Richard almost missed the turn for the rain that fell was blinding but quickly hung a left and parked that car in front of a expensive looking modern restaurant. With its white walls and sharp architecture the building rose up from the street. The soft lighting cast shadows of the people dining inside, spilling onto the sidewalk from the elegant windows.   Richard got out swiftly and opened her door. Anastasia stepped out into the dark rain, looking confused as if she had never seen rain like this before. He quickly wrapped his arm around her waist and dragged her under the overhang so she wouldn’t get soaked by the on going down pour. Anastasia didn’t fight against his strength, she knew he held too much over her and  the least she could do was to cooperate with him after he got her out of the horrific place. Though, now it seemed like anywhere she was taken was a horrific hell.
“you ok?” he looked down into her eyes, his black hair was dripping wet and  fell is unkempt strands over his eyes which were filled with anxiety. She nodded  as he opened the door for her. Soft classical music wafted out as did the smell of freshly cooked bread and excellent food. Anastasia gracefully walked through the wooden doorway with Richard fallowing.
Silence fell over the restaurant as people caught sight of the pair, as their inconceivable beauty entered their minds and mesmerized them. They were complete opposites, but the contrast was breathtaking. Richard was dressed all in black, an angel of the night. His inky, dark hair was now sopping wet from the thunderstorm outside, making him look even more like an outcast thrown aside by society. Though his expression was mincing his face told a different story; he was astonishingly handsome with his piercing dark blue eyes hiding behind a curtain of ebony hair. Anastasia was dressed in white, the most beautiful, a pure angel. Her exquisite dress gleamed in the soft lighting of the restaurant, accentuating the perfection of her figure. Though her face was free of makeup, it was flawlessly stunning. The rain had done no damage to her golden hair, it still curled lightly around her perfect face, gracefully flowed to her slender shoulder blades. Her unbelievable magnificence stole the breath from the lungs of those who gazed upon it. They only thing she and Richard really had in common was their extraordinary beauty to humans. Every woman's eyes were fixated on Richard, every man's on Anastasia. Lust overwhelmed the humans' senses as the breath as pair was shown to their table, a small circle of wood draped in a spotless white table cloth. On top rested a vase of freshly cut flowers and a miniature decorative votive candle in a glass holder. The table sat in the back of the quaint restaurant, closest to the blazing fire; secluded, private.
The flames danced over the burning logs as the conversation level elevated to what it once was. Anastasia was rememorized by the fire’s intensity and strength as it penetrated the darkness that enclosed them. The tiny flame of the candle sitting on their table could not compare to the monster-like thing raging on in the harth. Darkness seemed to fallow Richard like a devious shadow. There was a sizzle as some droplets of rain hit the fire and were turned into smoke because of the fires intense heat. A server walked to their small table and took their orders. Again Richard got no repay when he asked Anastasia what she wanted, forcing him to order for her.
“she’s not very lively is she” the server whispered to Richard. Her emerald eyes sparked with lust for him. His eyes spat fire as she took a step back and shrunk away. He turned his attention back to the girl sitting across the table gazing at the fire. Worry filled his dark blue eyes. He wondered if it was possible to get her to talk about what happened. Maybe if he scared her enough . . . .no that would never work. Alex had done enough of that already and, if anything, worsened the sutation. He cursed Alex in his head again. Richard tried to make small talk with her. He asked things like what she liked to do, what her favorite color was, where is her favorite place.
“my favorite color is white” she responded quietly. Richard smiled, happy that he got her to say something. Again he was hit with a wall of fear so think he could teast it. He wondered what was wrong and then quickly realized what had frightened her so terribly.  His fangs. Richard wanted to slam his head against the stone fire place. How could he have been so stupid? Of course she was frightened by his fangs! That’s why  her eyes filled with fear every time he spoke! Guilt filled his soul.
“im so sorry. I forget that people are terrified of my teeth. But I swear on my life I wont hurt you.” her eyes, as cold as ice, still held fear. Richard reach his hand across the small table. A motion he meant to be comforting, to show that he didn’t  mean any harm to her. Anastasia snapped. She grabbed the sharpened stake knife that was closest to her and stabbed it into the table. Richard, having extremely fast reflexives moved away milliseconds before she drove the steal knife into his hand. Her strength and speed amazed him. The knife had gone into the table at least 3 inches. Richard calmly took the hilt of it and pulled it out. Fear ran wild through her eyes as he tranquilly gazed back. If she was going to snap like that he should probably take her home. That way it would be safer for both of them.
“come on, ill take you home.” he smoothly said as he left money on  the table and got up. Anastasia hung her head ashamed by what had just occurred.  Richard opened the door for her, fear still thick enough for him to teast.
The rain had not stopped falling in black sheets. Richard lead Anastasia to the car and helped her in, the got in the drivers seat himself. His body cast a shadow shadow that enclosed the car for a brief second before he ignited the engine. The rain falling on the car created a cacophony of sound that filled the car as he pulled out of the parking lot. Street lights whizzed by in an incessant blur hurting Anastasia’s eyes. The green lights on the dashboard dimly light Richard’s face. He was an extremely skilled driver, having good depth p erception and impeccable timing, but that’s not what he had problems with. His speed always seemed to be at least 10 mph faster than the speed limit, though this was not a problem thanks to the radar tracker Maison de Sang had supplid him with.
The enormous building of NYC started to shrink until they were replaced with lavish houses. They drove through a gated community that did not seem so welcoming to a person like Richard. one would never expect an outcast like himself would end up in such a high standing place. But that was the place the mealstrome of his life had decided to dump him in, at least for the moment.
the Lancer pulled up to another gate, this one nothing like the decorative fence they had just gone through. With its elegant white bars, that gate had hardly seemed like it could keep anyone out, which was true. It was just there to show wealth and provide a false sence of security for those who wished a mental gateway into the high priced community. The one that rose up before the car now was a completely different breed. The gates were dark wood that was at least 4 inches thick and its rod iron frame seemed too heavy to roll on the petite wheals that laid on each side of it. The headlights shone upon the monstrous things and revealed that there was a crest carved into each wood door. The lines curved and flowered into a marvelous patterned that was a designing master piece. Anastasia was memorized by the beauty the gates held a true representation of the owner in that such beauty could be possessed in something so fearful. In the sunlight their real magnificence would have been revealed but as the icy rain fell she doubted she would ever get the chance to see their true mastery. Richard pressed a button hidden on the roof of the car and the dark gates rolled open, with a silence that amazed Anastasia, to reveal a black road heading up to an even darker house. They waited a second as tiny lights flicked on one by one to illuminate their way through the moonless night. He pulled the car up to one of many garages that lined one side of the three story house. Again Richard pressed a button invisible in the darkness of the car. A garage door of the same dark wood as the impressive gates opened and he drove in. lights switched on as if commanded by some unseen force.
The garage was colossal, it ran the whole length of the house and was filled with every vehicle that you could imagine. One in particle caught Anastasia’s eye. A black Yamaha Tesseract stood in a corner, its shiny black frame glimmered in the florescent lighting. Its headlights bore into her as if the bike did not approve of her being there. She stood there starring into its eyes for a second. Richard smiled to himself, secretly proud of his most favorite ride. He walked to the door and waited=2 0there until Anastasia broke he trance and fallowed.
Together they walked through the stone house. Dark chestnut floors stretched out before them as he lead her through a hallway. Music from and unseen source pounded through the house. The walls vibrated from the base as the rock music blasted . Anastasia stole a glance at Richard. His face was confused and annoyed. Obviously the music was not supposed to be there. Richard stormed forward, Anastasia was forced to jog to match his speed. By the time they had reached the end of the hall Anastasia was running to keep up with him. Storming in to direction of the living room where the source of the music would be found. Richard made his way through the doorway and froze. Anastasia was 5ft behind him.
The living room its self was incredible. Wood floors darkened with toner shone, three small tables and three couches were spread through out the room, all of which facing a projection screen at least 70 by 40 ft. sound speakers were hung in all corners of the great room, as they were outside and in every room in the mansion. Anastasia nearly slammed into Richard because of his sudden stop. She stepped to his side to examine the room so thoroughly, but he held out his arm to stop her. The cause of Richards sudden paralysis was standing in the middle of the room.
Alex and three of his friends were smiling. A fight had broken out between two of them. The other one was laughed as they tackled each other and landed on the hardwood floor with a thud. Alex laughed, nearly falling off the couch.