Darius throws me to the ground as we reappear in a semi-dark room, with a dirt floor and walls surrounding us, boxing us in.

I look around. No escape. Not unless I cam learn to fly in ten seconds flat. There's a dark opening above our heads.

"There's no escape, Mira-" he says.

Tell me something I don't know, bastard, I think to myself, standing up, slowly.

"So give up, already,"

I don't reply but clutch my damaged arm. It hurts just dangling at my sides like that.

He smirks. Then tries to grab me.

I move back, dodging him, but on the second try he grabs my throat and has me dangling at the full extent of his arm, out of air.

I couldn't breathe. I was in pain. And all alone.

Maybe he wanted me to get depressed but-

"Is that really what you think?" a smug voice says interrupting my thoughts.

No words were spoken. Darius he was reading my mind.

Communicating telepathically.

"That's not why," he continues "I want to see your hopes dashed to pieces, watching you sink into that dark layer of hopelessness and suffering- unescapable, inevitable. I want to watch you- see what you look like - completely broken and fearful,"

Geez, sadistic and morbid much?

Grip around my throat tightens.

Everything turns black slowly. Pain engulfing my body.

All of a sudden Darius smiles and lets me go.

In that brief second, before I can hit the ground a kick to my stomach send me flying.

I hit the ground landing on my dislocated and/or broken arm. I grit my teeth- trying not to puke and trying not to pass out or let me see me crying, from pain.

He appears in front of me and grabs me yanking me to my feet on the same arm. What's his problem?

Is this purposeful? But I couldn't feel it I was numb.

I look at him- straight into his impassive dark eyes. The eyes of Lorn and every other Rin who hate my guts, who are intent on making my life- a livng place of torment.

I speak out loud "Listen to me and listen good. You don't need to read my mind to learn to use your ears. I don't care," I was spitting acid "Y@#^* bastard YOU CAN HIT ME, YOU CAN TORTURE ME, SHATTER ME INTO A MILLION PIECES but I'LL COME BACK TOGETHER! I WILL never OBEY YOU OR BOW TO YOU!" and I meant every single word.

I wasn't afraid to die. I faced it too much everyday. I had nearly fallen to my death twice. I had almost been killed by his father. Who was clearly stronger than him.

A look of shock crossed his face as if he had been slapped.

This, at least, offered me some measure of comfort ( although I wished I had the strength to do it myself).

Darius smiled "As usual you never cease to amuse me," One hand was holding my damaged hand. the other held my chin. "but maybe that's one of the things I like about you- your defiance,"

Wait, what? Did he say like? I just got my beaten ass handed to me. Now I'm going to be cut up and placed on a silver platter. Mira shish kabob's anyone?

I know I'm about to die and I'm thinking weird things but these thoughts calm me. I already know I'm crazy. My whole family is.

The hand holding my chin turns my head sideways exposing my neck. I feel his breath as he bites into my neck slowly- savoring it, the bite.

And now....Darius......is.....drinking........my.........blood- slowly, deeply.

That slowly sinks in.

Oh sure, his grip is breaking my arms and I'm standing a bit too close for comfort, to a male I'm supposed to be related to. There's nothing wrong with this situation except...........

It hurts. IT FRICKING HURTS! I don't know if its because I'm a Rin, but my neck is burning, his bite is scalding- that's what it feels like.

Vampire FUN FACT- Young vampires (especially clan ones) are unpredictable, especially because of the fact that their powers are awakening and their bloodlust.

Is that what's going on with Darius?

There is also a law in the Rin clan- No Rin is allowed to kill another Rin.

Maybe that's why it hurts so much because of my resistance as a Rin and the fact that this can kill me.

I somehow yank away from him- hurting myself even more.

Blood trickles down from his mouth and fangs.

"Youu of all people should know, it hurts more if you pull away while I'm still feeding, Mira!" he growls and yanks me back sinking his fangs into me once again. The same spot.

This pain isn't normal. It's too much.

He bites deeper, drinking more and more.

I'm getting weaker.

My cup of emotions is about to overflow, already filled to the brim.

Tears flow down my cheeks as it overfills- red hot anger building up and flowing down the cup's side. Stirring the anger into a blinding rage- peaking, increasing tempting my desire to kill and make him suffer as well. Tears of anger, make no mistake readers, stream down my face. For no reason, he releases me. Maybe he didn't like the tinge of anger in my blood, right now.

My entire vision turns red as I drop to my knees staring, searching- passing judgement.

Then I'm pulled into the mass of crimson remembering nothing more.

A/N 947 words! Wow I'm on a roll! Read, vote, comment and enjoy! Until next time(week)! Exams still progressing! On ward with the headaches and night studying!