I am so sorry it took me forever to put this out! I've been busy getting ready for auditions for the Ben-Gals dance team and a coworker of mine committed suicide this past week and the backlash has been so much worse than it should have been. You know, you see someone everyday and they are always so cheery and smiling and then… this happens? Idk, something doesn't sit right with me about it. And I'm sitting in a hospital right now because my uncle was in a severe accident and broke several vertebrae, broken ribs, and a broken radius, sustained a contra-coo concussion and several major facial bones are fractured, as is his skull. Can I just say, YIKES! But the good news is, is that I have a new chapter out! It's not as long as the others but I hope it's equally as gory!

With that, I'll leave you guys alone and let you read! Enjoy!

Siti invited a slow breath, deep into her chest as she folded the handkerchief up neatly, and then slipped it back into it's rightful place within her purse. Her pink tongue slowly rolled over her lips as she reflected on other relatable instances like this specific predicament she seemed to have found herself in. Most of the time she never allowed herself to have as much fun on a certain job, because normally vampires heeded her words. But this time, she'd let her hair down and combine playtime with work, even if it was simply temporary.

Her steps became long and languid, meandering through the halls of the funeral home while her deep brown eyes set straight ahead of her. Thick lashes began to beat to the resonance of the sweet voice belonging to that of a violin that sang only to her, as it's strings vibrated in the back of her mind; a memory she held close to her immobile, frozen heart. Her purse slid down her toned arm to the notch of her elbow as she reached out with both arms and touched either side of the hallway with her fingertips. Humming a tune, a single slender finger pressed into the faded wallpaper, slicing a single line through the fabric and then cutting into the wooden boarding underneath. Splinters resounded as they hit the ground, falling, as they'd bounce off her growing nails and again onto the marbled floor; the sounds of the splinters adding to the silent orchestra in her mind, her heels on the marble creating a basal instrument, counting an unhurried rhythm.

Her chocolate eyes became fully hooded as she laid her head back, her tresses cascading down her camel colored shirt. The humming never ceased and her rhythm never faltered, and then a warm smile gradually extended across her face as the sweet sound of the violin resonated from the depths of her memories. Every time the bow cut down on the taught strings, her nails would slip deeper into a transformation, elongating into talons and the more of a threat her slicing became to the walls of the funeral home. Her eyebrows eased themselves into a relaxed state, her tan legs never stopped the slow beat of the muse in her head, and the softened look on her face was that of ecstasy. Pure satisfaction.

Lost in a dance.

Lost in her job.

Her glossed lips parted slightly, displaying elongated fangs, as she inhaled the air around her, her eyes still feather lightly shutting the world out around her. Her freckled covered nose honed in on the stalwart scent of cheap cologne and hair color treatment before the chemicals began to burn her internal systems. The decay of her family's name would end here, as would the vampiritic parasite who smelled of a southern hair parlor located in the red light district of Atlanta, GA. Her eyes gently rose from their temporary slumber as she pursed her pink lips together and turned her head, curls bouncing.

I will end your life.

Her eyes gleamed a deep shade of maroon beneath dark lashes.

Herrick was sitting in his office, his feet propped up on the mahogany desk when he heard an odd sound outside of his door. Sounded like high heels clicking against the expensive marble tile and then a soft humming began, like that out of a young girl's mouth. These reverberations didn't endure over a great duration of time but the longer they continued, the more curious he got.

And curiosity killed the cat.

Herrick stared at the doorway a few moments longer before he to return to his mindless flipping through papers and rustling pens on the desk. Then the soft humming ceased, as did the light clicking from the hall. Cold blue eyes revisited the exterior of the door, scanning over the crevices and the brassy lock.

The golden doorknob rotated within it's socket, releasing an eerie sigh the further around it went and finally the lock popped, slipping out of it's beloved notch where it fit oh-so-dear. Herrick eyed the door, figuring it was one of his expendable, low life vamps coming to report to him, however, much to his chagrin, a tan leg popped out from the doorway, followed by perfect brunette curls. Her eyes were clear and eloquent as she stepped through the threshold, blinking only once before settling her chocolate orbs on the older wretch sitting behind the regal desk; his slimy boots, thrown up on the desk in a careless manner while his arms folded across his chest in a defensive stance while Siti simply stepped lightly to the side, allowing the door to shut itself. She faced him, full frontal, and her humming ceased while her emotions settled into a cold, blank stare.

"Well, well, well." Herrick caustically dropped his grime covered feet to the floor, dirt shattering off the tread and rolled across the marble tiling; Siti looked on waiting for him to finish his tirade. "If it isn't the 'Tepes'." He finger quoted the air with the final few syllables and emitted a throaty, mimicking chuckle. Siti's brown eyes narrowed at the man while a dismissive smile tugged at her pink lips before she bent down to lightly place her bag on the marble floor beside the doorway.

Her eyes cast downward when she rose to her feet and her shoulders falling back with a sickening pop within the joint. Her eyebrows rose and the disinclined grin never left the grace of her glossed lips while she deliberately clicked her heels against the marble tile towards the vampire seated within the chair. Herrick's ice blue eyes watched her, caution streaming through his body while she sauntered over to the mahogany desk. Her camel shirt waving with each step she took and her navy and white striped skirt slicing the thick remnants of air as it swayed with her hips before she came to a ready halt across the desk.

"I do not believe I know your name," Herrick malevolently licked his pale lips before venom was spat on her family name, "Tepes." Detestation seeped through his chapped lips as he leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk, grinning like the Chesire Cat.

"I do not believe that is any of your concern." Siti retorted poignantly, her eyes now on his own chilling, blue irises, which sat in wrinkled sockets. Fury swelled up inside him, as he was never one to be spoken to with such malice, yet two could play this game. Swallowing indignantly, he bit back whatever comment he had and thought best if he interrogated the female vampire in front of him.

"Tell me this," He sat back in his seat and folded his hands into one another, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She only blinked from under thick lashes in response, her smile falling from her lips. His eye brows furrowed in dominance, while her stance did not falter from the stoic position she stood. Silence fell upon the room, while she just gave him a blank stare, her lips now slightly parted. He peered at her through the silence, awaiting her answer; each second that passed maximized the exasperation on his face. In a slow motion, she turned her head to the right, her curls softly falling down her chest and her eyes began to scan the office wall behind her.

Locating what she was searching for, she slowly walked to the short box with a black vinyl resting in the proper area within the gramophone. Herrick watched her finger the needle, gently, before placing it on the vinyl record as the black disc began to spin. She tilted her brunette head back, focusing solely on the music emitting from the gramophone's trumpet.

Herrick watched her tan legs walk back towards him, each footstep exuded deliverance, as her eyes settled once again on his own two orbs. Brunette curls bounced two and fro, whilst thick lashes hooded her eyes. The closer her high heeled, languid strides led, the more apprehensive Herrick became as the young girl walked right up to his seat. Her manicured nails made a tinking noise as they lightly beat against her gold watch when she grabbed her wrist, the scratchy music played a low song belonging to a string instrument.

The older seeming vampire slammed his chair back and propelled his body up, rising to meet her head on, eye to eye.

"Listen, I do not want trouble with you." Herrick reasoned, his eyes merely blinked while she stared, blank faced back at the male vampire; her posture sweet, her demeanor deafening. "I'll give you an offer, join us, and you'll see how much fun we can have through the safety of overlaying stories on deaths." Her eyes did not blink beneath such beautiful lashes; her lips did not quiver from their pursed facade; yet the bassist solo continued a slow movement. A prolonged moment of silence passed between the two, and the longer the silence grew the more the fretful thoughts consumed Herrick's mentality, frightening him as the scratchy vinyl was pierced by the needle. With one swift motion, Herrick had Siti by the neck, up against the wall as it carried the vibrations of the solo beneath the wood. His grip tightened around her airway and he felt his black blood pumping through him like a race horse, fast and heavy. Resentment for the vampires inflated his chest as he looked down his nose at her, looking for a slightest sign of fear.

"It's not really inhumane the way we do it." He stated through gritted teeth, watching the veins in her neck begin to swell up, getting closer to her dark complected skin. He could hear her dead heart beating in her chest and could smell the overtly sweet blood coursing through her body.

Siti observed the rage growing within the man who attempted to intimidate her, not on only one occasion but twice now, both times he had treated her with such disrespect for a woman of any kind.

With a single, terse blink, her chocolate brown orbs hazed over with a velvety maroon veil while simultaneously her freshly, manicured talons held a vice grip around the very hands that held her back steady up against the wall. Siti's tan fingers bit down into the flesh of his arms, causing blood to stream out from either brachial artery running down each arm, before she ripped his meaty arms away from her neck. He stumbled back, her offensive attack catching him off guard, her glossed lips were now graced with four fangs, hanging down from her upper lip as she parted her mouth slightly. The sweet metallic scent consumed the room as the red eyed vampiress leaned her head back and inhaled the odor, allowing her true identity to show; the bass bellowed a sweet sad tune in the background.

Herrick was at a loss when he found himself, flat backed against the marble tiling, unable to commit to movement. Becoming violent at the realization of her method, he thrashed about on the ground, yet he was still incapable of moving anything but his head. His eyes shaded black and his fangs appeared when he realized the Tepes was straddling his hips and then began to unbutton his shirt he had donned. Hissing in rage, his fangs snapped at air causing Siti no fuss, as she deliberately finished with his shirt, discarding it to the side.

The dark skinned girl, sat back on her haunches during the interlude of the musical piece, hovering above Herrick's hips, while her pink tongue wet every inch of her lips while she prepped herself for her next action. Herrick's dark eyes thrashed, while his arms bled the heavy metallic liquid into the grout of the tile floor beneath his crucifixion position on the floor. Siti took the tips of he fingers and drug them from his neck to his shoulder junctions on the front of his torso. With a swift flick of her arms, she lowered her upper torso closer to his bare chest and whispered, "I told you once what would happen if you didn't cease your actions against humanity." The feather light fabric of her shirt brushed up against his bare skin while her glossed lips tickled the shell of his ear before she pressed her fingertips down into the aligning shoulder joints.

The door to Herrick's office swung open with force, revealing the frantic face of a fellow vampire.

Herrick threw a hard glance at the door, full dark eyes meeting with brown as terror transgressed between the two. The next thing Herrick knew, searing pain cleaved through the midline of his arms as the sound of flesh ripping illuminated the room. Blood sputtered out along the bloody rift in his arm as Siti's tanned fingertips tore through the sensitive skin, carving a deep groove from armpit to elbow. Her fingertips felt through fat until she reach his muscles as her nails grappled at the warm fibers; the blood spilling over tiled floors.

Howling in agony, Herrick's body lurched forward, his black eyes falling from that of his former comrade. His fellow vampire watched on in horror as the dark blood spilled, dirtying the grout between marble tiles. Herrick's arms, filleted like fish, lashed out with quivering muscles as Siti drew her fingers from inside his flesh. The dark headed vampire was once again caught in the cross hairs of battle as he looked to the small form who was seated on her haunches, watching on in perceptive wonder as the man beneath her writhed and moaned in terror at the pain ripping through his body while the sad song of the bass rang throughout the room..

Siti was too enthralled in her own scarlet thundered rage, as she prolonged the physical persecution of the leader, putting him through grief after breathless anguish. The curly headed vampire just stood, in the doorway, unsure of what to do.

"What's going on, Mitchell!?" Another vampire with shorter hair rushed into the room, hearing the screams through the musical composition, stopping to gawk at the enticing yet horrifying blood spatter on the walls and floor. Mitchell was slammed to the side of the doorframe, his eyes wide while his mouth was much wider, while the other vampire ran to Herrick. Mitchell's muscles twitched when a bone-chilling shrill erupted from Herrick's mouth, sputtering with a bloody tongue.

Siti reared back, her brunette curls softly falling to the small of her back as she brought either bloodied hand down his seizing body, leaving a crimson trail on his alabaster skin down his chest. Before the other vampire could reach her, her tiny fingers split his thoracic cavity open like a scalpel to a cadaver, several ribs shattering in the process. Siti's body was covered in blood spatter as her maroon eyes gazed at the work that heaved and pitched beneath her. The vampire who came to help, reached her but not before she reached out with one hand and grabbed him by the throat, lobbing him at a wall.

Like a mere child's toy, he tumbled into the wall and sagged to the floor until he was sitting, slump back up against the fortification; Siti simply left her work on Herrick, as he was consumed by his own shrieking carcass, and daintily ambled across the room to the other vampire. Her crimson orbs had not lain on Mitchell's form quite yet, but his eyes were intently watching the bloodshed as Seth was about to be fed upon.

Siti parted her lips, displaying four white daggers to the vampire slumped against the wall, as she kneeled between his legs with a straight spine. Her lady like posture never faltered as she ran a nail along Seth's jawline, feeling his pulse run through his carotid while his head rolled over, grabbing his head with one hand. The solo was coming to it's finale as it's bow stroked one more longing song while Siti's fangs neared that artery encased in powdery skin when her head whipped around at the sputtering speech of the head vampire she had just temporarily slain.

"Yo-your-hi-i-ghness. Please." His speech was full of blood curdling screeches but nonetheless completed his statement, as he tried flattery to wager with the young Dracula. Siti's blank stare never deserted her face as she glanced to see Herrick had turned his head to focus his black eyes on her. Her lips slightly parted and crimson eyes hooded, she returned to her previous actions on Seth as an insidious plan wretched within her head. Spine straight and features lethal, her velvety eyes glowered at the vampire who interrupted her actions as his own dark eyes focused in on her feminine form at eye level with him. Mitchell's brown eyes twitched from Herrick to Siti to Seth and saw what transpired next. The music had long since stopped and the gramophone was emitting a scratchy sound, the brass trumpet howling as the needle etched itself into the vinyl.

A pink tongue ran along her bottom lip as she blinked slowly at the vampire situated in front of her. Her maroon eyes scanned his face, lashes falling over her eyes once, and then her right hand reached out to finger his left pectoral in an intricate fashion. Her dark lashes opened revealing the same crimson veiled orbs, her lips began to part and the pressure beneath her hand became exponentially stronger with each slow second that drew. Seth's eyes darted from her hand to her face as he watched what transpired with the next few seconds in slow motion.

Her bloodied hand stopped it's monotonous motions toward the midline of his chest and then speared him like a ka-bob. Searing anguish ripped through his body as he stared down in shock at the young girl's hand that was forearm deep in his chest and the following made even the biggest stake look like a gorgeous death. Seth felt his heart refuse to pump the ghastly blood through his body as his eyes rose to the ones that lay in Mitchell's own boggled head. Vampires have seen bloodshed, but not of their kind and never of this degree and Mitchell's own mouth was agape as he stared at what lay in the young girl's hand.

Seth's dark eyes returned to white as he felt the life seep out of him, searing him as it left his already empty vessel. Throwing one last glance into the crimson showered hand, there lay his heart. It shook vehemently and oscillated, decomposing into a deafening, ebony dust within seconds while he limply sat there like a rag doll with no child to appease. With a final glance, his mouth ceased to scream and he gave a lazy, slow guise of shock combined with terror toward Herrick before his body trembled into dust. The scratching of the record ceased as the needle simply fell off, back into it's rightful place and Siti rose to her feet. Tossing a side glance to Herrick's form lying on the ground, she realized she was being watched. Her eyes looked up past Herrick to the figure standing stick still in the doorway, and she recognized the man instantly. Crimson eyes waited for the male vampire to make a move toward her or Herrick, almost offering a silent challenge. But Mitchell could only look at her beneath raised eyebrows while she dodged the blood spill across the floor to make her way toward the only vampire left standing. The closer she got, the deeper he became lost in her blood red orbs and the more frightened he became. Her navy blue heels were clean when they stopped at the toe of his boots, her lips were slightly parted and her skin had a light dusting of blood. She silently blinked at Mitchell, simple innocent blinks, before he noticed her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were back to their normal chocolate color. He understood her bloody rampage was finished after she blinked a few more moments and then stooped down to pluck a handkerchief from a pocket within her purse.

Siti parted her lips slightly, as her fangs retracted with a single inhale and she began dabbing at her neck and face to remove what blood she could.

"This could have been so much easier." She said nonchalantly toward the man draped across the tiling, blood dripping from every limb. Her eyes hooded themselves again as she narrowed her orbs at Mitchell before pirouetting on one heel and slowly strolling over to Herrick, who tenderly moved every now and again while his body nursed itself back to health in a post mortem recovery.

"You get one more chance." The words left the girl's lips, but no emotion whatsoever showed on her face as she kneeled down to his writhing form. Grabbing his chin and turning his head, making sure his eyes lying within wrinkled sockets made eye contact with her she simply stated, "You fuck this up?" Then her fingertips burrowed their way into the hollow of his cheeks, penetrating skin, "It's over." A deep whimper was released from the vampire as she freed his body from her vice grip, and she rose to her feet and stepped over him.

Mitchell stood in the doorframe, shock written on his face once again; he wasn't used to seeing his own kind slaughtered so effortlessly in front of his very eyes. He brought his eyes to focus on the girl who clicked her heels at a normal pace toward him, but her attention was given to her hands which needed to be ridden of the blood before it caked beneath her fingernails. Linking his arm, with her elbow, she was stopped in her tracks as she looked up at him incredulously.

He stared into the chocolate of her doe eyes and then ran down the bridge of her nose before settling on her pink lips. Her cheeks were pink and the skin of her elbow was soft and taught, and she quietly cleared her throat.

"I need to clean up." Mitchell stared at her a few moments longer, before allowing her to go. Her hips swayed with each step she took and he did not know why, but seeing an unrelenting vampire like Seth die at her hands, was not only a little intimidating but he found it to be very risqué as well.

She must have brought extra clothes for the occasion, as she came out of the washroom minutes after she walked in, without a spot of blood on her. Her brunette curls were now up in a ponytail and she donned a grey business dress, sheath like in form, rising to just above the knee with cap sleeves; her navy blue heels, blood free, as was her olive toned skin. Mitchell tried not to eye her as she walked out, and tried to have an ounce of decency of the era from which he originally came from. He wasn't really sure why he waited around for her to clean up, as she walked over to him. Innocently blinking up at him through thick lashes she stuck her bottom lip out and then her human canine reached out to bite it, very slowly chewing on it in thought.

"Why – no where-" Mitchell began fumbling with words, his eyes narrowed at her. He inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly when she turned on her heel to walk out of the funeral home. The Irish vampire huffed before trudging out behind her. They walked outside into darkness illuminated by simple lights that dotted the streets, Mitchell wanted to stop her but he didn't know how.

"Siti. Why don't you come back to my place and just talk?" He offered sincerely, he really did want to talk to her although it might have been the hormones speaking for him on that one. Her brunette curls fell over one shoulder as she threw a pitied glance his direction, a sad look in her eyes, deepened her expression.

"I can't." Siti said, a melancholy tone evident in her voice.

"Why not?" Mitchell asked, his arms folding across his chest. She just killed two of his former comrades, what's to say she wouldn't stake him in the heart on a whimsical chance. She inhaled and rolled her eyes, and began walking away.

"It's not in my policy." Siti stated simply, her voice devoid of emotion.

"Not your policy?" Mitchell asked, his eyes questioning her own as they narrowed, his dark eyebrows furrowing. Siti just kept walking, her curls bouncing with each step and her hips swaying with each kick of a tanned leg she gave.

"So I give you a bath when you're unconscious and give you my bed to sleep in and this is how you repay me?" Mitchell was trying to lay down a joke, but quicker than he said the words 'repay me', she had him up against the wall of an alleyway with her fangs barred, as she raked them across the flesh of his neck. Chills rose within Mitchell's body. Mitchell breathed out the word 'Jesus' and his eyes spiraled back when he felt her hot breath curl over his shoulder and down his chest. Pink lips brushed his neck in a light kiss before she nipped the skin there and then followed shortly there after by running her tongue along the spot to soothe the fluttering pain. His attention grew more aware to the fact that not only were her lips an inch away from his skin but her torso was pressed up against his in that grey dress that hugged her curves in more way than one.

"Yes." She murmured against his pale skin, her lips pressed into his neck for another light kiss before finishing, "What are you going to do about it."

Mitchell's eyes widened at the challenge; he wasn't oblivious.

Jesus Christ. What the hell am I doing.

Alright y'all! What did you think? I know it's not as fun filled as the rest, but I like to throw a mixture of chapter's up in the air to keep you guys on your toes! And yessss... the next chapter may get a little... racy, if you will. So if you don't like sex, especially dirty filthy sex, I'll give you a heads up to let you know haha

Anyways, it's been a rough week and I have a giant neurophysioloy test coming up next week so the next chapter might not be out until the middle of next week BUT it will be released soon! That I can promise you.

And now I need a drumroll for the entrance of my oscar speech!

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