Ophelia woke up strapped to a table in a dark room, the darkness being chased away only by the light of the dim bulb. Movement caught her eye and she turned her head to see Vendetta walk over. Ophelia smiled slightly.

"Ironic isn't it?"

Vendetta didn't say anything, just moved silently to stand next to the table. The way she moved, like a predator. Like a hungry animal who has its kill cornered. Enjoying every moment of watching the seconds tick by of their prey's life. Ophelia felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up as she met the female vampire's eyes.

"So this is how it ends," Ophelia murmured. "For some reason I always imagined my death to have something to do with fire. Don't know why."

"I warned you."

Ophelia looked at her.

"I warned you," Vendetta said again. "But you didn't listen. You're not the only one with a grudge and it's time for me to end mine."

Ophelia frowned. "I thought the insults didn't bother you."

"They don't. But I still take it personally and anything that has hurt or badly affected me has to go. You should feel honored. I rarely do this."

"You mean tie your victims down."

"Exactly."

Vendetta turned towards a table covered in all sorts of knives and daggers, the blades newly sharpened and glinting in the dim light. Ophelia felt dread well up inside of her as she looked over the instruments. Her eyes flickered to Vendetta, who was picking one of knives up, examining it in the light.

"How'd you do it?"

"Do what?" Vendetta asked.

"Get in. I tried so many times. It couldn't be skill; I'm just as trained as you. So how did you manage to get in?"

"I lack something you have."

"And what is that?"

Vendetta put the knife down and moved to the next. "Feelings."

"What?"

"Do you know," Vendetta said slowly. "What it's like not to be able to feel anything? Nothing at all? To watch others around you laugh and smile and cry; be happy and sad while all you can think about is how they are capable of such things?"

"That's impossible. Everyone has feelings."

Suddenly Vendetta was leaning over her, one hand pressed flat on the table above Ophelia's head, their faces only a few centimeters apart. "Look at me," Vendetta's voice was devoid of anything. "And tell me you see something."

Ophelia forced herself to meet the vampire's eyes, fear creeping up her spine. Nothing. That was all Ophelia could see. No matter how hard she looked there was nothing. No feelings or emotions flickering in the blue gaze. Just emptiness.

"Emotions are an alien concept to me," Vendetta said softly. "I don't understand them and I know I never will. You never got in because you can feel."

"How did you get this way?" Ophelia asked.

"I was born a sociopath. That is what a person without feelings is called. But it took years to reach what I am now."

"But what caused it? Whatever it is?"

Vendetta hesitated. "Many things had happened to me but a big one was that I was institutionalized and experimented on. Things like electrotherapy and hydrotherapy were common among those techniques. Remember this is back when these things were just starting so they were more torturous when that happened. I guess you can say that was where my sanity finally snapped. I still have a bit left, but it is only just enough to control me."

Ophelia went quiet.

"You asked me if I had changed at all," Vendetta continued. "I think this answers your question."

"Why are you telling me this?" Ophelia said. "I know I asked, but before you seemed so… paranoid."

"I'm going to kill you any way so I decided to amuse you. I've learned that the longer someone waits for the inevitable the more fear they have. And that only makes the blood taste sweeter."

Ophelia swallowed. She didn't like this side of Vendetta.

"When I kill," Vendetta said. "When I… let myself go. When I get in that zone. Is nothing compared to the real me. To what I am capable of."

"Do you feel?" Ophelia really needed to drink something. "Anything."

Now she saw something, something dark flickering in those blue eyes. Hunger? Excitement? Ophelia couldn't tell but she knew that it terrified her.

"When I'm killing," Vendetta murmured. "That is the only time I feel anything. I feel… alive for once. There is something inside of me Ophelia. Something that awakens and takes over. I love letting it take over. I don't even need to do anything. Just watch it. I don't know how to describe what it's like. Amazing. Incredible. Like a dream. I know that there is something dark in me. And I don't ever want to get rid of it. I scare people. I know I do. When I show what I really am, all I see in their eyes is fear. Terror that they're going to be next."

"What about children?" Ophelia asked. "Do you hurt children too?"

"Killing children," Vendetta said. "Is sick. People that target children are sick. It shows absolutely nothing except that they aren't strong enough to beat someone their own size."

Vendetta examined Ophelia for a few moments. "Why do you kill Ophelia? You aren't like me. You don't have a need or a thirst like I do."

"I'm not sure," Ophelia's tongue was heavy in her mouth.

"I think I know why," Vendetta continued. "You just want to prove to others that you're strong like them."

The vampire cocked her head slightly. "It wasn't even your choice to go to that school was it?"

"My father only wanted to protect me," Ophelia responded. "He was just beginning to build his pack. He was making a lot of enemies and he didn't have time to teach me how to defend myself himself."

"So he sent you hundreds of miles away to a place you had never even seen," Vendetta said. "Just to get you out of the way."

Ophelia felt a spark of anger and she glared. "He cared about me," she snarled. "He did what was best."

"He abandoned you."

"He did no such thing."

Vendetta leaned in closer. "Moloch didn't want you around because taking care of a little girl would get in the way of his image," Vendetta snapped. "He got rid of you at that school and didn't even try to contact you for hundreds of years. Only when you forced yourself on him by coming back was when he finally began to pay attention. But having a daughter, once again, would only get in the way more. So when you put in that request for Infected he sent them like you asked, but he gave them the order where when you tell them to seize me so that you can kill me they would instead turn on you."

"Why would he do this?" Ophelia snapped.

"Because he didn't want the other vampires to know he was the one who helped orchestrate the death of one of their own. You know the code I'm sure. Vampires cannot kill one of our own kind. I am a strong believer in that, just like my father. Moloch isn't stupid, he knew that if he let you kill me and other vampires tied him to the crime he would be outcast. Hunted down by his former friends and forced to live on the edges of society."

"You're lying," Ophelia hissed. "You're just trying to scare me. You're just messing with me."

The cold edge of a blade dug into Ophelia's neck and the necromancer looked into the vampire's eyes once again. That cold, darkness lurking in their depths.

"I don't joke around."

Vendetta straightened up and moved back to the table. "And you were right Ophelia," she said. "The fun is only just starting."

Okay, just going to do a quick 'thank you' to all you amazing people (guests and fanfiction site members) who have done so much to support me during this! You guys are all just awesome and amazing and I'm so glad you enjoy my characters so much. I know people don't usually like OCs so I was extremely happy to see that you guys liked Vendetta and Ray-Roy and all of those guys so so much.

I have also posted the first chapter for the next story with these characters and guess who's in trouble this time. That's right. Ray-Roy. In this one, some of his past is revealed and what caused to make him what he is.

And I am aware that Ray-Roy and Vendetta's relationship is developing slowly, but in the next two stories they do get a lot closer then when they had started out.

And one more thing, my amazing buddy, MJEG helped me with the great idea that Moloch betrays his daughter. I was really stuck on that and they helped me out so much, I'm really grateful for that. J

So once again, thanks to everyone and please review (my goal is fifty reviews) and check out the latest story 'Lost Memories!' J