I turn on my side on the soft material, and a layer of warmth above me.

* * *

"Are you finished yet?" I ask.

"Hmm, I guess but....." she responds.

Siren, you are scaring me.

"Leave me alone!" I wail.

I had had enough. I'm full, I think to myself glimpsing at the half- empty box, on the counter. So much cake. How much nutrients did they think was in cake?

A brown bottle is pushed against my lips.

"Drink,"

"NO,"

A metallic, bitter, disgusting, slimy liquid is suddenly going down my throat.

Yuck!

I gag. "What is that?!"

"Iron," the Siren says simply. I think am gonna puke.

"I hope you enjoyed your meal, dear one,"

Horror swims through me.

"I swear if I don't see- you eating, this action will repeat," the other Siren says.

I was released and I drag through the kitchen to the couch in the sitting room.

Full and sleepy.

Her words keep repeating.

It won't stop!

* * *

I shiver and sit up. That is going to scar me. The Sirens gave me nightmares from force- feeding me. I shiver again.

The sun had just started its descent everyone was still asleep.

That means I had slept most of the day but I'm not dead, so yay!

No poison!

I snuggle under the covers again, going back to sleep.

As soon as I start to doze off I'm turned on my back- waking me.

I try to get up but a weight is pressing down on me. I open my eyes instantly.

"Rise and shine sleepy head," they giggle.

My eyes start to clear "Icarus what are you doing?"

"I'm hungry,"

I feel like I've been shot what THE HELL is going on?!

"Then why are you on me! Go get a damn blood bag or something!" I yell getting silenced immediately.

"We don't want to wake the others do we?" her hand clamped on my mouth, locking my jaw in place.

I shake my head.

"Good," she smiles then darkens. "I need to feed from the source, Mira. A blood bag won't satisfy me. I need, I crave another warm, living, breathing creature. Their blood,"

Vampires can't eat human food. They either spit it out or taste nothing. Juniour is the only exception I've seen, but he still won't eat human food- mainly blood.

I start struggling- her fangs elongate.

Somehow I kick her off.

She falls off the other end of the couch but is almost instantly back up.

She lunges at me- I have a knife in my hand.

(Don't ask how I got it. Always be prepared.)

I stab it into the center of her chest as a pool of crimson soaks her half- top.

She looks taken aback but falls off the couch limp.

I get up and start moving but I don't get very far.

Soft childish laughter.

"Delicious,"

I don't turn around. What the hell! She's up already?

Icarus grabs it and flips me over. I hit the ground, the air is knocked out of me.

Shit! Inhuman speed and strength.

Oh great! What next (note sarcasm here).

Suddenly, my back hits something soft- the couch.

She crawls over me.

Again my fist lashes out.

She catches it quite easily.

I apply pressure.

Icarus smiles and forces my fist back. She's gonna snap my wrist if this keeps up.

My wrists are pinned above my head.

I struggle.

Icarus tightens her grip.

She's gonna leave handprints.

Ow!

Her eyes are red.

"Icarus don't do this," I say in pain.

"Darius broke the contract I can. Don't worry, this won't hurt much,"

I glare at her.

"Oh and if you try to scream, I'll rip your vocal cords out," she says sinisterly.

I watch intensely as she pulls out the knife out of her, grinning.

Yep, child Icarus is gone. I mean who in all the dimensions grins when you pull a knife out of your heart?

Oh yeah, I remember, Icarus.

Maybe Vlad but he would never grin.

Mira, remember what situation you're in! I scold myself.

I look up at I.S (Icarus' nickname)

She looks down at me, maniacally.

"You're not scared?"

"Not really. I can't feel anything. Oh an YOU'RE INSANE!" I yell.

The now clean blade is pressed against my throat.

"You don't want your vocal cords do you?"

"Yes," I whisper.

"Good," she smiles back to happy.

She's like a switch. A psycho bipolar switch.

Suddenly, the knife starts ripping my clothing from my chest down.

"What're you-!" I say, panic rising.

She smiles and raises the knife.

"Bye, Bye!"

I close my eyes, waiting for the worst.

She stabs down- giggling.

I open my eyes slowly. I'm not dead. I gasp.

What the hell am I relieved for? If I move a centimeter, I'll slice my neck, on the knife.

She stabbed it directly next to my neck. The back of couch, blocking the other side.

Icarus, you-

"Enough, but I'm hungry- starving,"

She lowers her head sucking on my neck.

I feel her fangs grazing ,y skin.

"Ica-" I yelp.

She sinks her fangs into my neck.

I would squirm and struggle, but if I do the blade stabbed next to the other side of my neck would cut me even more.

Icarus doesn't drink though. She bites down harder, as I wince, she pulls her fangs out leaving the wound oozing blood.

She sucks on it, drinking slowly.

Icarus stops and trails down my neck repeating the process.

She reaches my collar bone and starts sucking. She's going to bruise me.

Then moves lower and bites my chest sucking my blood.

A small scream escapes me "Icarus, please stop! It hurts!"

It didn't burn and felt like I was going to die like when Darius bit me, but it still hurts.

I can feel her breasts pressing against me, as she tries to get better access.

Without warning she stops and looks at me, her lip covered in my blood.

"Sorry, but you just taste so good! and I'm so hungry,"

I look at her trying to focus. She was consumed by blood lust.

This wasn't Icarus.

This was truly a monster. One consumed with lust, hunger and acting on predatory, sadistic instinct.

She releases my wrists.

"So you want me to stop?" she asks, her head to one side.

What the hell! Yes! My hazy mind thinks, as I carefully sit up ( avoiding the knife) and try to push her off.

She grabs one of my bruised, hand print covered wrists.

"You know, there are other ways to drink your blood. Your neck isn't the only part of your body with concentrated blood levels," she smirked sadistically and draws my wrist to her mouth, biting down slowly.

Tears stream down my face as I whimper- I feel betrayed and violated and pained.

Everything is hazy and spinning.

She pulls me closer and bites next into my neck again.

Everything spins and I feel nauseous.

Blood loss is a bastard.

My head is tilted sideways on her shoulder as she drinks from me.

I think I see bright diminishing lights of the setting sun.

My eyes are about to close.

She pulls out but I still feel her sharp fangs carving my skin- moving along the surface, cutting the flesh- writing something.

Without warning, Icarus is suddenly ripped off me. I'm too weak too scream - it hurts.

Darius gave you an explanation of what happens already.

I'm in someone's arms.

"Mira, Mira! Wake up! Say something!"

My blurry vision clears a bit to reveal Zade as a hand- his hand- presses against my skull gently, releasing Arias healing, to clear my headache and vision.

I feel around twelve other pairs of eyes on me and Zade's anger.

"She's dead, dude,"

"Don't let Juniour see- he'll kill,"

Linus and a triplet are holding back Icarus.

"What the- Mira!" Juniour I wonder.

"Yup we're doomed," Aysha I think says.

He glares death at I.S "What the hell did you do to her?" I shiver, the room's suddenly cold.

I hear thunder and a downpour outside, I think.

"If she dies, I swear, I'm not going to let my parents kill me for it. I don't know about you but I don't plan on dying young. If I go, I'm dragging you down with me,"

Vlad has red eyes, with slit pupils with Zade staring intensely at him.

His fangs were out too.

He would have lunged at I.S, if another one of the triplets, DJ, Aysha, a Siren and Ling didn't restrain him.

"Vlad, cool down," Nate says straining and failing.

He's that strong, yet holding back.

Zade's body explodes into red energy as his pendant glows and fangs out.

Something was wrong they were at their limit.

They were already in terrible moods before they saw me. This just pushed them over the edge.

Bats start gathering at different points in the room.

The adults were back.

Suddenly, Papa's holding me.

He looks at Zade and Juniour.

"Get out," he says simply, sighing.

The comply and disappear before mortal wounds happen.

"Mira!" Mama!

"Bye!" I whisper, fainting exhausted.

This mid term is off to a terrible start.

A/N part of my promise for two updates. Bye! 1550 words!!