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Vampires, as a general rule, aren't kind creatures. There are exceptions of course, but they only serve to prove the rule, not break it. I, though, am no such exception. I am a cut-throat in the blood-sucker's hierarchy, ruthless from the very beginning. At only 300 years of age I formed one of the largest and most powerful covens in North America, based in Toronto.

Now, at 400, I am not only a noted individual in the vampire world but a notorious person in the human world as well. I am wanted, but the authorities do not want me specifically, but rather the leader of a dangerous gang. Little do they know, I am not what I appear to be, not a fifteen year old girl, but a potentially dangerous consumer of blood. Every once in a while, I let the police take down on of my more menacing vampires, just to get them off my back for a while. It's not like I am doing anything illegal, I haven't even killed for years, nor have my coven, but there's no law about feeding. The only result of our doings is the lost time of our victims, but I suppose that's enough to get the police on our tail.

Though I know many people, I am only really friends with one, my sister. She was turned a few months after me, by the same person the sired me. She came across The Atlantic with me, on the Titanic, I might add, though I didn't think anything of it until the romantic blockbuster came out a few years ago. She lives in New York now, I guess she thought Toronto to small for her, or, perhaps, she thought I was too big.

It had been months since I had been down to visit. My sister was one of those unusually kind vampires, and, as ruthless as I had become, I didn't want her to hurt, she was still my little sister. So I called her, and arranged that I come down for a couple weeks. No more though, my coven would grow restless without me.

I left that afternoon, leaving one of my bodyguards in charge. No uprising would occur in my absence, Tom wouldn't allow it. He was incredibly loyal, almost stupidly so, and although he wasn't as brawny as some of the other vampires he was frighteningly skilled at killing our own kind. So I went to sister's confident.

"Igraine!" she proclaimed as I approached her abode. It was not exactly subtle, but that was never her style. Katerina had always preferred the decadent, while I was, not cheap, but minimalist. We were identical twins, but opposite in every other way.

"Katerina, you look well," I answered. She had one of her manservants take my bags to my room. I followed her up, letting her show me all of the new improvements to the house. She's lived in it for centuries, but it always looks new. I guess that's what happens when you have nearly unresitricted money and far too much time to do nothing at all.

"I know!" she eclaimed when we reached the top of the stairs, "We should go out. There's this new club, vampires only of course. It is so amazing, it's got the best music, and the atmosphere is breath-taking."

"Sounds... fun," I replied unenthusiasticly, I was never one for partying. I'd chose scheming to raving anyday. I wanted to please my sister, though, so I agreed. I even let her dress me up like one of the dolls she had when we were little. By the time we were ready, I was barely recognizable, but, admittedly, I did look good. I wore black ruffled skirt and a too-tight laced corset.

"You look so vampy!" Katerina said when she decided she was finished with me.

"Well, I am one, so that all works out," I answered a little more briskly than I meant to, she was giving me a compliment after all.

When we got to the club aptly named 'Sanguine', there was yelling outside. Apperently a werewolf had tried to sneek in. I only caught a glimpse of him as he was tackled by the bouncers, but I was shocked by what I had seen of the offender. He was only about 16 years old, far too young to be an immortal. He was lovely, suprisingly so. I mean, I'd seen beauty, 400 years of it, but this person looked so vunerable, so human. I'd never seen a werewolf look civil before, let alone afraid.

"Let him go," I said in my most commanding voice, "He's with me." I don't know why I did it, but I couldn't let him be beaten to death by these brutes. The bouncers soon got off of him, ecircling me and the injured boy.

"Don't you recognize me?" I demanded of the gathering crowd "I am Igraine!" My name sent whispers through the people. Rumours had alreasy spread of my power and prowess.

"I said you're with me," I said as gently as I could, though to anyone who didn't know me, I sounsed brisk. His eyes were still fearful but now he was afraid of me.

I wanted to deparately to be kind to him and I was shocked that a he could do this to me. I would risk anything for him, I had risked everything. I didn't have a choice, I had to save him. The only other person I'd felt this compulsion for was my sister, and only once.

"Are you coming?" I asked him as I held out my hand. Suprisingly he took it, standing up slowly, warily. I suppose he decided I wasn't going to hurt him.

Before I could flee the scene, my sister came toward me, a scowl on her delicate face. "Igraine?" she asked in false charm, "What are you doing?"

"I don't know," I replied, "Look, I got to go. I'll call you if anything happens." She was mad at me, I had made a scene in her territory. But before she got another word in I was gone.

The night lay before. It was beautiful, but it was an empty wonder. The dark had suddenly lost it's magic for me. All I desired now was the warmness of the boy who followed me. Before we had gone far, I decided I should know something about him. "What's your name?" I asked softly.

"Elijah," he replied only loud enough for me to hear, not that it mattered, we were absolutely alone, "You're Igraine, from Toronto." I savoured my name on his lips far more than I should have.

"When were you bitten?" I inquired cautiously, he semed to have had a very short life as a wolf.

"I was turned last week. Unfortunately, the last full moon was a couple days ago. Before I even knew what I was I was transforming. But the worst part was that I was alone." The pain he felt was clearly displayed on his face. Wolves were suppossed to be loyal. How could they do this to young boy? It was cruel. even by their standands.

Before I could comfort Elijah, I heard savage, barking laughter. It came from every doorway on the street, it echoed in every alley. Then the horrible cackling ceased.

"Do you remember me, boy?" the voice came from a shaded corner of the alley. A figured emerged, gray light falling on his misshapen face.

I could tell that he did. Elijah went rigid in the face of this stranger, fear paralyzing him.

"It's him," he whispered to me. I knew immediately who he meant, it was that b*****d who bit him, who left him there, who never told him, who nearly killed him. It was barely loud enough for me to discern, but the man heard it.

"So you do remember." he seemed pleased that his presence troubled Elijah so. His pack stepped out from the doorways in which they were skulking. As they approached I realized their intent.

They wanted to see us dead. What they had done to him before was enough, apperantly. They wanted to finish the job, and if that meant killing a vampire, well, that was a bonus.

I instinctively dropped into a defensive crouch, with my back against Elijah, and his back against a wall. Then I was overtaken by a sharp, shrill pain in my throat.

I realized then, tht the fight was over, we had no chance. The battle was over before it had begun. I was dying from thirst, but that wouldn't be what killed me, it would be the oppurtunistic wolves approaching. I was so stupid, not to drink. It had been three days. Imagine three days with-out food or water, a death sentence.

That was the last thing I thought before I blacked out.

When I awoke, I was suprised, firstly that I had awaken at all, and secondly that Elijah had gone. The pain in my throat was still excruciating, but it had dulled, like a cut that had happened hours ago.

I tried sitting up, to look around. I brought my self up and my head was in the light, the sunlight. This was bad, the sun was up and I was outside, and worse I had no strength left to move. I collapsed back to my former position, huddling myself in the small patch of shade I was lying in before.

I waited for the sun to climb, and reach my small sanctuary of shadow. I did not have to wait long, soon the sun was full in my face and I relinquished myself to the slow death ahead of me.

Sunlight doesn't hurt as it kills you, it exhausts you, making you sleep. It's a sleep no-one wakes up from. I went to sleep calm and happy, the I hadn't felt like this since I was turned. I used to love to fall asleep in the sun, lying in the feild, everything felt golden and warm.

For the second time today, the second time ever, in fact, I was suprised to be awake, let alone alive. This time, Elijah was with me, gently shaking me, his shadow covering me.

"Igraine," he whispered, I stilled loved the sound of my name roll off his tongue. I opened my eyes, he was closer than I had thought, his face meerly inches from mine.

"You're bleeding," I whispered, wondering if he was hurt from the fight. He didn't answer, just smiled, as if I hadn't gotten the joke. Then, I realized what he meant, somehow he knew I what I needed.

"No!" I yelled as loud as my body would allow, just the thought of using him like that sickened me. "Never..."