<span style="color: SandyBrown">“Decision reached then.  That criminal shall be executed as our next meal.”</span>a silky, alluring voice from the near darkness of the library room of the main house of the London Family.  The speaker had herself draped across the dark red velvet of the couch set at the far side of a low coffee table.  She looked like she was in her late 30's, and age had definitely treated the woman well.  She was dressed in what seemed to be a simple skimpy nightgown that clung to her rather generous curves.  She appeared to be a perfect beauty that could make men melt with just her voice.  She was the oldest in the family, and the matriarch of the London family, being around 450 years old at last count..<span style="color: SandyBrown">“A fitting punishment.  His crimes deserves as much.”</span>she said with a grin that displayed her long ivory fangs.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">“His family won't be happy.  But they can't argue.  We caught the french man red handed preying in our land.”</span>said a man sitting at the woman's right, dressed up as a wealthy business man in his suit, and top hat.  He had a cane sitting to his right, hooked on the chair he used.  He was the business man in the family, and managed their finances and what they earned.  He kept them rich enough to support any mistakes, and hiding them.  Also kept enough money to bribe those in power when needed.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkGreen">“Speaking of his crime, the guard in the wine cellar cell said the girl is alive, and awake.”</span>said the third, the youngest of the elders, being only about 300 years old.  He didn't look very special compared to the rest, he dressed more like an average person, but carried some modern weapons, as well as a sword resting against his chair.  He dressed like a commoner, but carried weapons like a soldier.  He was the Matriarch's own son, and commanded both the servants and vampires that guarded the family.<br/><br/><span style="color: SandyBrown">“good, bring her here.  She might as well be here while we decide what to do with her.”</span>said the woman from her position while waving the servant that had been waiting at the door away.  The young girl bowed and then walked out the library door to head down to the hidden holding cells behind a rack of fine wines.<span style="color: SandyBrown">“And maybe get that visiting girl, Varika, here too.  If you can't find her, maybe the Ryves girl can do want I am thinking about.”</span><br/><br/>..............................<br/><br/>Sienna sat there in the holding cell, her legs cradled against her chest, her arms holding them there.  There were wet lines of wetness running down her eyes, she had been crying for the few hours she spent locked there, having nothing to show that anyone was even outside, or that anyone even was going to give her any food.  It was unbelievable that this was all happening to her... Why Her?!  She was just a simple poor barmaid working in a small tavern.  And now she was some fucking monster out of a story that wasn't even supposed to exist, the fangs proved it, trapped in a dungeon cell with only a slight candle light shining through the shut door, and chained to the wall.  It was all so wrong.<br/><br/>And on top of all of that, her stomach was growling badly as if she hadn't eaten in days.  Plus this horrible nagging thirst that was driving her crazy.  And something about a smell from outside her cell was just making it worse.  This was all a nightmare, she hoped that was all it was, just a very long nightmare.<br/><br/>A few moments later, a sound made Sienna look up from having her head buried in her thighs, a key was begin moved around in the door.  Someone was coming, and sienna was completely defenseless as she was.  No way, not again, she would not be tricked or attacked that easily again.  Fueled by her fear, Sienna began to growl, yes actually growl, in anger as she stood up, trying to wipe some of the tear marks away with her maid uniform sleeve.  And backed into the corner as far from the door, her shackled hands up in front of her.<br/><br/>The man who came trough the door was dressed in a rather plain looking coat and leather pants.  He had some weapons on him from what she could see in the low light, but what made her a bit uneasy was that she could smell something odd about him, and the fact that she could smell something specifically odd about him.  And it didn't trigger the thirst light whatever else she was smelling.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkOliveGreen">“time to go wench, the Mistress wants you.”</span>he said, moving into the room, with no fear at all, not seeming to care much for the fearful glare from the woman he approached.  And honestly, the look he had for her was nothing but disgust.  She was a turned human, not a true vampire, and that made her nothing ore than trash in his and most vampire's eyes.  All she could see though was the disgust.<span style="color: Sienna">“I hate being called that.”</span><br/><br/>Sienna took a swing at the man when he reached for her, her fist moved much faster than it was supposed to, faster than she could see, and that wiped the anger from her face, even though the man caught the fist.  The catch was just barely, and he was even surprised a bit by it before he moved fast as well, catching her second arm before she could throw it.  He was stronger than her, and easily kept both the girl's arms contained with his single fist.<br/><br/><span style="color: Sienna">“Hey!  Let me go, bastard!”</span>of course her struggling meant nothing as with his free hand, the vampire pulled a key from his belt and released Sienna's shackles, but didn't let her loose from his grip.<span style="color: DarkOliveGreen">“Quit struggling girl.  They don't plan on hurting you, yet.”</span>and honestly, she couldn't tell if he was lieing or not.  That just increased her fear, and from the look on his face, he could smell her fear.  She struggled as the man drug her out of the cell, through a wine cellar, and then through what looked like a mansion.<br/><br/>He only stopped dragging her when he opened a and basically threw her into the dark room.  Where the rest of the house seemed to have some sunlight, but here it was dark other than the light flame from some candles.  The first thing Sienna noticed when she raised her head, were the shelves of books along the wall.<span style="color: Sienna">“Oh wow... I ave never seen so many books in my life...”</span>she muttered but froze when there was a light chuckle from strait in front of her.<br/><br/>Sienna's eyes left the books and move to the form that had spoken, and the two men around her.  Though the redhead was captivated by the gorgeous woman lounging on the couch, wearing only a midnight blue nightgown over her ivory skin, and long blonde hair tat fell long enough to reach her hips.<span style="color: SandyBrown">“Oh my, a commoner captivated by books.  Odd.”</span>she said in a silky voice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>