Lord.

The car was upside down, and she was squashed between it. She dangled from underneath, her hands splayed on the floor. She managed to move out a little, bloodied and half lifeless, she tried to call for help as she heard footsteps approaching. 

"He–help me!" Lyra groaned, coughing up blood.

Then a man and a woman came near, they both had black clothes on. She was nearly half conscious so she couldn't really make out their faces.

"Help......me, " she pleaded with the last of her strength as her eyes shut themselves. Her voice hoarse.

"What should we do with her?" The male asked, stroking his chin.

"My Lord, you have to heal her."

"Bad idea. Can't have a newborn running loose."

"Heal her, not turn her. She still has lots of time left, but, she might not survive until the ambulance arrives."

After a few minutes of hesitation, he pulled apart the metals of the already over damaged car, and carried her from between. She let out a shrill cry as a strong wave of pain swept through her from the already dislocated joints as he lifted her up.

"Careful! She's been hurt badly." She said.

His eyes glowed crimson and he tried to fight back the urge to sink his fangs into her vein as he listened to her heartbeat slowing down gradually.

They both blurred out of the highway, making their way to an alley. Once they'd gotten there, he laid her down kneeling beside her. He brought his wrist up, biting his vein open, he sat her up supporting her head with his arms around her back. He pressed his wrist to her lips and the woman slapped her cheeks lightly to wake her up.

Lyra felt a slight slap on her cheeks and forced ger eyes open, the man with dark hair and crimson eyes had his wrist to her lips.

"Drink now my dear. " He ordered with a voice she couldn't resist when his eyes bore deep into hers.

She grabbed unto his hand and for some reason, she began to drink from his blood. Lyra's eyes widened from the irresistible urge to taste his blood. It was gross and she cringed from the taste in her mouth but she couldn't stop. Slowly, she began to feel the broken bones begin to rejoin, the pain slowly subsided  and she gasped as the wounds began to heal.

"Enough." he ordered again, turning towards the other woman beside him, "find me one of those uniformed men,"

She nodded and walked away. Lyra stared at the mysterious stranger feeling as healthy as ever,

"What–what are you? " she stuttered. His eyes glowed and his hands on her felt eeriely cold, but she wasn't scared. Lyra would have been if he'd tried to kill her, but he'd saved her. Instead of being scared, she was rather thankful.

He grinned, "I'm your worst nightmare."

For some reason, his cravings had been amplified tonight as the scent of her blood permeated the air. She'd been healed–yes, but he couldn't get that intoxicating scent out of his senses. He'd be damned if he didn't taste from her. He decided to ask politely,

"Mind if i take a little something from you? All this saving has left me drained and I need a refill. Mind if I take a little? Just a little."oh, fuck it. There was no need to ask, he decided to take from her anyways.

"What do you–" before she could finish her words he pulled her closer swiftly, his lips on her neck. Lyra gasped as she felt the coldness of his skin.

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain as his fangs sank into her neck, she winced trying to pull away but he held her tight. Lyra let out a groan, squirming  and pushing to free herself from his unbreakable grasp.

Slowly, she began to feel him suck her dry. His hold impossibly tighter, pulling her more closer and suddenly, the pain was replaced with something else–pleasure! She let out a moan, pressing herself against his hard frame, feeling his body shudder. Then there was a sudden gust of wind and the woman appeared.

"My Lord! What are you doing!?" She shouted as she tried to pull him away but he wouldn't budge.

"That's enough! You'd kill her! My Lord!" She finally pulled him away from me with all her strength, and he groaned. She fell back down, drained and too tired to get up.

The other vampire woman turned to the cop she brought. He just stared at her like he'd been brainwashed.

"Take her away. And remember, she parked her car at the other end of the street and passed out when she saw the truck had collided with her car. Not enough reason but, we'd work with that." She said as her eyes glowed crimson .

"Wait! Don't take her yet, I need more!" He growled, and when he lifted up his head, she gasped, clasping a hand over her mouth.

"My Lord! Your eyes. It's different."

Red veins popped out beneath his eyes as crimson bled into them. His eyes glowed a very deadlier shade of crimson.

"I...feel..powerful." He spoke with a smirk plastered on his face. "Unique isn't it? A mortal with a unique blood. I must have a taste of it again, " he added again before leaning back up, but the woman stood right in front of him.

"Okay, I don't know what's happening to you, but you need to snap out of it! If you kill a human again, you might never get out of rehab, ever! So please stop or you'd make me do something bad and you wouldn't like it."

"Stay away Lucille. I'm warning you."

She let out a frustrated sigh, "you're as stubborn as a mule." She reached her hand into her pocket and brought out a wooden dagger.

He smirked, his eyes glinting with pure murder instincts, "So, you think I would just stay still and have you stake me? Sorry love, not gonna happen. "

She grinned, "it's not for you, it's for me," at her last words, she lifted up the dagger and stabbed below her chest. She let out a shrill cry and blood gushed out of the opening. He stared at her, his eyes popping in surprise. Instantly the veins beneath his eyes disappeared he quickly pulled out the dagger. She groaned, stepping back.

"Are you crazy!? Why would you stake yourself!?"

"You're back my Lord. Don't worry, I didn't hit a vital point." She said, as the bleeding stopped and the opening healed.

"Don't ever do that again."

Then he turned towards the woman on the floor in the alley. Lyra stared at them from where she laid on the floor as she panted. He walked to her and leaned down, speaking again with command,

"You would forget ever seeing us, and neither would you remember a thing about what happened between us this night, ever!" Slowly, she fell into the abyss of darkness as sleep enveloped het.

He ended and she motioned her hands to the cop who carried her away. The fogs covered and they both turned back into bats, flying away.

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After flying for what seemed like thirty minutes, they finally came to a halt at the front of a Mansion gate. They both took their human form and he brought out a crescent shaped pendant, fixing it in the crescent shaped hole, the gates opened and they both walked in.

When they'd gotten to the big doors of the Mansion, it swung open and a Butler stood in front of the entrance.

"Welcome home master." He said courteously.

"Out of the way already. Or would you rather I stand outside?"

The butler moved hurriedly out of the way, bowing to apologise, "I'm sorry master."

They both walked into the dimly lit mansion and the fluttering sounds of wings from bats perching upside down from the chandelier filled the room. Five bats flew down, encircling in several directions.

A great fog arose and few seconds later, where numerous bats flew, stood Four men and a woman.

"Son! Glad you could make it." She said, blurring towards him, wrapping him up in a warm hug, which was quite strange, for vampires were cold and could never radiate heat from their bodies–but yet again, do not underestimate the power of motherly love.

"Mother. Father. How long has it been? A decade or two?" He shrugged.

"Marcellus, one would never know why you avoid home." A much younger looking emo guy with piercings and tattoos said.

"And you're still as old fashioned as ever." Another guy who wasn't as young as the emo guy spoke.

Marcellus grinned, " you don't say. Though, that's strange coming from a vampire who still hangs upside down from a chandelier, sleeps in coffins and still adheres to the nocturnal predator concept."

"Old habits die hard. But, don't you think people would see you as ' weird' for keeping such a great length of hair? We have evolved. You should too, it helps." A much older, much sophisticated guy spoke.

"Shut it boys! Where are your manners? Sorry for our rude behavior Lucille." She said, walking towards the girl beside Marcellus, " we've forgot to properly welcome you." She held her hand.

"Oh no. It's fine mother." She said with a smile.

"Why don't we catch up on old times while we feast and sip blood from our goblets? As per tradition." Their father spoke.

They all walked to the dining hall, when they'd all been seated, three young girls walked in with trays, after they'd carefully positioned the food on the table, goblets and the chilled bottle of blood, they moved two feets back, in case they needed anything, they'd be of easy assistance.

Their mother poured blood in each of the goblets, handing it over to them.

"Lucille, you look as wonderful as ever." The not–so–young guy spoke.

She smiled shyly, " thanks Angel."

"So, brother, tell me. How has life been in the north Pole? "

Marcellus swirled the contents in his goblet, wrinkling his nose. He'd hated the smell of old bottled blood, he brought the goblet to his lips, taking a reluctant sip before speaking,

"As splendid as ever. You guys should go there for a vacay one of these days, you'd love it." Marcellus said.

"I heard news of how you singlehandedly destroyed the Republic of the West. How does it feel? So much blood, how does it feel to let your predator instincts get in control? It's been awhile since we'd taken directly from a human."

Okay, this was starting to piss him off. He just got out of rehab. And all they'd talked about was one thing or the other that had led him there. But, he'd show them the real monster he was. Not that they didn't know.

Gone were those days when they'd all rode from country to country, leaving bodies in their wake. But his family had gone soft. They now had compassion on humans. He had made up his mind to never subjugate himself to the likes of humans, talk more, loving them. Not after his last mistake.

"You guys still keep pets, maybe I could show a little bit of demonstration of how it felt." He winked, " it always is better to take directly from a fresh live human."

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Ever wonder why Marcellus was at rehab in the first place? I wonder too.:-)