AGATHA'S POV

I stared at the snowflakes falling outside through the large glass windows. Winter was kicking in too soon... The air was at peace, the white fluffy solids covering the surfaces were even at more harmony.
   
     Everything was as it had been in the past seventeen years, but not anymore... Now, the entire Cruise family were locked up in cages like animals. Their hisses still stang my ears after seeing them in the morning.

         Athaga had accomplished his desires, to turn his descendants to the undead. All for vengeance and power for the underworld.

A wild thought slipped in my head, would Will and his mom survive the wave?
   Harry hated him. He only had the drive to kill poor Will.
But I needed him if I was to stay alive. Only his blood was compatible with mine. Which is why, Harry hadn't had his way with him.

       Then there were his new friends. Grandpa had called them, Natalines, vampires that bore the holy mark. They were domesticated, following church rules and wouldn't be harmed by anything Godly.
The undead, evil lurked within every fiber of their body... They fed entirely on human blood.

     If I were to choose, I'd become a Nataline.

         "Which is a pathetic choice," a male's voice objected.
   I turned around, saw Harry leaning at my door. His frame was awkwardly propped against the surface. Like some bad boy from a movie.

   "Stop getting inside my head! Don't you have any manners?"

  In a heartbeat, he flashed at me, then we were falling on my bed.
    He pinned my hands above my head. "You're mine Agatha. I do as I please with you."
"I'm not a trophy dammit!"

   "No, but, you're owned by Harry Blue. Or should I say, Harry Cruise?" He grinned evilly.
   
  "Oh, please, do you really think you're part of the family? Sorry to break it to you, but you're just the undead that will be cleaning up messes in the family."
     That got him furious and a hiss was shot at me.

    I chuckled.
"Come on, get angry and suck every drop of blood in me. Suck me, DRY!" I poked through gritted teeth to make him mad.
    If he messes up, the old man would have his head hanged at the gates.

Instead, Harry let go of me.
  "You're smart and dumb. That's a great plan to get rid of me. But I can hear your thoughts honey," he whispered in my ear.

      I felt a hand crawl its way up my abdomen, till it cupped my left breast. Then came a low stiff groan...
  "Don't touch me you idiot!" Hissed trying to get him off of me... But that only seemed to drive his demon wild.

  My hands were again pinned over my head by one powerful hand.

     "I told you you're mine. Want to believe it?" Harry questioned gazing at me. His eyes were liquid black. No trace of white anywhere.

  "I'll tell Grandpa about-"  A tear on the T-shirt got me jerking.
    I had no bra in the inside.
Making it easy for him to access to my unprotected twins.
The darkness in Harry's eyes deepened like an entire void was stuffed in them. They stared at my breasts for a minute, then up at my hot face flushed with anger.

   Like a monster, he ripped the entire cloth off my chest.

      "I own you Agatha. Own every part-" he started caressing my breasts "-of your body. Every thought in your brain. You're my price. The final price of this eternal life I was chosen for."
    "I'd rather die than-" Speech was cut off when his mouth suddenly covered the right nipple.

This wasn't Harry. The Harry I knew from school must have died and a demon was reborn I his body. A lustful demon that was sucking my nipples without mercy... I cried twisting.
    He was hurting me.
From his sucking, to his groping.

And he never stopped, went on and on till I grew weak.
  "How was that for starters?"
"I hate you!"
    He let go of my hands, and laid kisses all over my face and neck.

  "I better go get your blood supplier. Then we can continue with this fun. If I make love to you right now, you'll die."
  

        He vanished from the room. Left me sobbing my heart out on the bed.
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     "What do you mean he tore your shirt?" Grandpa roared in the most angry voice ever.
I pressed my face on the pillows crying.
      "He could have raped me! I hate him! Please don't let him come near me."

  "Shh!"
A hand rubbed my back soothingly. "I'll deal with that brat dear. Look at me?"
  I shook my head.

"Hey? You're not angry at Grandpa, are you?"
    Was I supposed to be? He was on my side. He'd deal with Harry, that lowlife bloodsucker.
I obeyed the old man.

"No more tears when  I'm here." He whispered rubbing the wetness off my eyes and cheeks.
Then hugged me lightly.
"He'll never touch you again without your consent."
      "Thank you Grandpa."

He chuckled. "Now five your old man a smile."
  I forced one out.
Satisfied, he stood folding up the sleeves of his black shirt.
"I have to go check on the others. Do you want to come along?"

And do what? Be terrified by their hungry fangs? Or get a heart attack when one of them tried pouncing at me through the metal rods around them?
    "No. I need to take a shower."

Hr eyed me sympathetically, gave an assuring smile, then walked out of my bedroom.