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CHAPTER FIVE.

(Southern Svetyland) Master vampire house. . .

Elizabeth woke up abruptly with a gasp escaping her mouth. Drop of sweat gathered on her forehead as she sat upright on the bed. She had a dream. A terrible dream where she was about to be eaten by monsters. And the monsters in her dream looked exactly like the werewolves she watched in movies, and it felt so real. The pain felt real. Instantly, she looked at her arms for any injury, but none was seen. Her arms were completely okay.

Sighing, she facepalmed herself; it was all just a dream, and werewolves weren't real. At least that was what she thought.

When she was about to lay back into the bed, her eyes caught her surroundings. She was on a bed, but it wasn't just any bed. It was a canopy bed surrounded with white curtains which made everything on the outside look blurry. She was alerted, the bed she was sitting on wasn't hers.

Quickly she made her way out of the bed with her feet's landing on a warm rug and she was damn sure she didn't have a rug in her room and her mother couldn't suddenly get her a room makeover overnight.

She looked around the room as she tried thinking of where she was. It wasn't Freya's room either, so where was she? Her head spinned with thoughts as she searched for an answer. Then she remembered that she was at a party with Freya the other night, but she couldn't remember the details of the party. The last thing she remembered was slapping Gabriel across his face when he groped her, after that she couldn't remember anything else.

Could she be in Gabriel's room? She panicked and quickly touched her gown, raising it up to check if her panties were still intact. And it wasn't. She wasn't wearing pants underneath her dress. "Please, don't tell me."

Dragging down her gown she went to the door and twisted the knob harshly, but it didn't bulge. The door was locked. She fell to the floor in despair, her back on the door as tears rolled down her eyes.

"That scumbag!" She screamed. Her thought was that Gabriel raped her. "This can't be happening."

Tears filled Elizabeth's eyes as she imagined what that scumbag had done with her body whilst she was unconscious. Her precious virginity, which she was keeping for the love of her life, was finally taken by a scumbag. 

If only she hadn't followed Elizabeth to that Party.

Torrents of tears kept rolling down Elizabeth's face as she dragged her hair violently, then there was a knock on the door which got her attention.

"Are you awake now?" 

A voice asked from behind the door. His voice was calm and collected, way different from Gabriel's voice but Elizabeth didn't pay attention to the voice – she thought it was Gabriel speaking – as she stood up from the floor where she sat, cleaned her tears and yelled at the top of her voice.

"I hate you! You coward," tears kept rolling down her face as she yelled. "How dare you do this to me? How dare you touch me? You bastard."

There was no response to Elizabeth's rant and that made her more furious and aggravated, but she said nothing more as she fell to the floor and cried more, with mucus escaping through her nose.

The door opened and a figure dressed in a black two piece suit came through. It was Damien — Darius' twin brother. He had a plain face as he stared at Elizabeth who was a mess of sobs on the ground and he wondered what was wrong with her.

"Are you okay?" 

She didn't respond as she continued to cry.

Damien was confused. He didn't know what to do. He was only there to summon her to the Master.

"Hey, are you okay?" He bent next to her body and placed a hand on her naked shoulder.

Elizabeth moved away from where she laid and scurried to another side of the room. "Don't you dare touch me!"

"Calm down, I'm not going to bite, I promise."

Elizabeth said nothing as she stared at the person at her front. It wasn't Gabriel. He was way different from Gabriel, his eyes were chestnut colored, his hair was strawberry blonde and his face was pale. Really pale.

"Who're you and where am I?" She asked gently as she hugged herself.

Damien stood and adjusted his suit jacket. "I'm Damien, and you're at the Master's house."

"Master?" Elizabeth sniffed. She was disconcerted. "Who's Master? And what about Freya and that scumbag. . . Gabriel?"

"Who's Freya?"

"She's my best friend and we came to the party together."

Damien nodded. "She isn't here, neither is Gabriel. You were only brought in yesterday night by my Master because you were found unconscious."

"I don't understand," Elizabeth stood up shakily, her foot weak. "I was unconscious? Did that bastard dump me on the road after defiling me?"

"I don't know anything about that, but Master would like to see you now."

•T–––M–––V–––P–––L•

The Master sat on a chair in the humongous living room — he hadn't changed from the cloth he wore the other night, even his sunshades were still placed on his eyes. Three other Vampires and two witches were seated around him and they all were discombobulated about the news of a mysterious power that the Master Vampire had told them about.

"Perhaps we should go over to the area to track the mysterious power." One of the witches — Eliana suggested, breaking the storm of silence within them. 

"I doubt you'd find anything, what we need to do is pick a war with the werewolves," Demon spoke up, standing up from where he sat next to Eliana. "The werewolves are the prime suspect, so without doubt I know they're the ones behind it. Imagine, none of theirs have been killed or Missing since the beginning of all this."

Demon was an original Vampire, from the bloodline of the Dracula's — which was also the Master vampire bloodline. He was older than the Master Vampire with a century, making him the oldest in the room. 

"Brother, I'm aware the werewolves know nothing about this," The Master spoke. "I had a meeting with the pack Alpha yesterday night, and I read his mind as he spoke to me. They really are as confused as we are here. We all are in Oblivion."

Demon tucked his long black hair to the back of his ear, sighed and said nothing before seating.

"So I will prepare the ritual for the tracking," Rebecca said, standing up alongside Eliana. Rebecca was the elder sister to Eliana, and they were both powerful witches. "I should take my leave now."

They both bowed to the Master and left, leaving only the Vampires to themselves when Damien walked into the living room with Elizabeth at his back.

Scent of human blood filled the whole room and the Vampires knew a human was nearby.

"I smell fresh human blood, Elbert," Demon spoke up first, sniffing in the fresh scent that filled the air. He looked at the direction of Damien and saw someone hiding at his back. "She isn't one of us, am I right?"

"Yes, she isn't," The Master nodded, standing up from where he was seated. He had told Damien to bring over Elizabeth to him because he couldn't get her off his mind after setting his eyes on her. Also, he wanted to know if Demon would recognize her so he'd know he wasn't just insinuating. "I found her unconscious at the scene yesterday, and I brought her here."

"Uhm, she tastes nice," Demon stood up and went towards Elizabeth who was at Damien's back. He dragged her out by her arms, making her flinch before she dragged herself out of his grab.

"Don't you dare touch me," she yelled at him, hiding at Damien's back once again. "Don't touch me."

Demon laughed and peeked at her face, then he faced the Master Vampire — Elbert. "She's feisty, but . . ." He trailed off and went towards Elbert. "She looks familiar."

"You see it also?" Elbert asked.

"Now I see why you brought her here," Demon smirked and turned to the two other Vampires who sat quietly. "Let's leave, it seems like the Master's got a big snack."