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Rebekah was that Keith would come home tonight. She wasnt sure if she would beable to do the same but she couldnt think of that now. She couldnt think ofanything that would make her run away. Run back home. If Keith was taken, it wouldbe a short while before her home would be taken away, too. And what would happen toher mother? Shejust couldnt let that happen, she thought on gritted teeth.

This was just a little sacrifice to make. Just a little, compared to what she could stillkeep and protect.

So she raised her hand to the door and knocked with her knuckles, willing for thedemon to let her in

THE MAN in the dark watched as the girl approached the house.

His jaw tightened at the sight of her thinly veiled body, on a blood-red dress and noless. How apt. He released a snort.

They always never knew what was coming. They thought they did, but they reallydidnt.

This ones as stupid as the others, he thought angrily, wanting to have a taste of themystery, a taste of the forbidden. Hoping to catch the tantalizing promise of foreverbut not ever knowing the danger until it was too late.

As the girl walked on wobbling feet, he could see the grace of her movements, andthat made the stiffness of her spine like a symbol of courage. His jaw tighteneddangerously close to locking and a derisive sound escaped from between his lipsagain.

Of course shes scared. They were always scared. Its their survival instinct,something that couldnt be stifled even if they try. He would not be able to rememberif it hadnt been the last feeling hes felt before hed been turned.

Fear when you know youre in danger, it comes before it could be appeased. Evenwhen they thought they knew what they were doing. Even when they choose to do this,become a sacrifice. Fright comes. She knew she would be sacrificed tonight. They wereall that, sacrifices. All his for the taking. One more for this night. One more to comforta hunger that could only be dulled by the blood.

Of a human sacrifice.

They were all nave, some more stupid than most. How could these humans thinkthey would love them? They know nothing about the Blood. But years passed, and livesstarted to perish. Some on their side, more stupid than most, has began to cherish thatwhich could only appease. They had forgotten to believe. There was no hope left inthem.

It was not funny anymore.

Times had changed, he mused morosely so as he gazed down to wait if she wouldactually go through with it or if she would flee. Every body movements he could seesuggested she desperately wanted to do the latter. A part of him wanted her to run.One less stupid girl meant theres still hope for the what? For something, anything.Even the remotest possibility that there was something to hope for was something for

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him to hold onto. For thousands of years, he remained in existence because hedhoped. That he would catch her this time. He would find her.

For thousands of years war, famine, renaissance, religion, reason, revolution

And she still would slip from his fingers like the soft strands of hair of someoneturning away.

And whats thousands of years of hope for an immortal?

Its forever.

To be forever young, forever nave, forever sure was nothing when there wasnothing to hope for. For the Blood, hope was backed by something material. Theimmortal kind of materiality. Of reality. Something that was seen, or heard, orobserved. Most of all, something that was loved so much it lived.

So he believed even when others had stopped. He believed even when others hadsurrendered a long time ago. He hoped because he did not want to feel angry, to feeldesperate. To feel hopeless. He loved. That never faded.

He kept on loving her even when the sense of it had started to elude him.The Blood, the immortals, werent meant to last this long without their queen, o r

they would be doomed to spend their days and endless nights feeding off humans likewild animals. Female humans, daughters whose blood closely resembled that of whatthey needed. Of the mother. Of the lover. Of whom their sole existence depended on.

Serve the Queen. Protect the queen. Love the Queen. Live for the Queen.

She would come back. She promised. She promised me she would come back. For amoment, he closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the fear that accompanied thehelplessness of not knowing anything more than that. Noone wants to believeanymore. Eternal night was fading fast.

And so was his sanity.He opened eyes that looked out into the bitter night. There was the girl still,

trembling on the steps. And for a while, pity was stronger than anger. Stronger thanthe pain.

He was about to turn away from the window when he saw her hesitate. Somethingmade her raise her eyes to the windowsexactly where he stood. Straight to hiseyes. To his soul.

And suddenly, he could not move.

Her eyes. Her pale face. So beautiful, so scared, too human but

For what seemed like an eternal moment, her eyes held him there like invisiblechains wrapped around his body. Commanding. Mesmerizing. Then a cold breezecame and soft strands of her hair went flying over her slender shoulders the same timethat a look of unmistakable determination crossed her face. There was the thinning ofblood-red lips.

And then she sighed, and she was gone.

He almost left the darkness to follow her, open the windows to jump down to her.

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But his brain remembered that she was about to enter the house to seek him. Toserve him be the sacrifice.

But he wasnt thinking about that anymore.

He wasnt thinking about his anger and his bitterness or of hope or of lovebecause a terrible thirst has invaded his reality, a thirst so great it felt foolish. He has

never felt this kind of thirst except when

Ten thousand years ago. He was on the bed, naked, all his senses tuned to anotherbody. All his power leashed to the only thing that mattered the most.

Her smile. Just her smile.

His Queen, his mate, his love.

He reined in his thirst, his hunger, as a wave of tenderness warmed his frozenheart. She was scared already. She may not even know.

It was only half of a second.

Then he was there, infront of the doors, hearing the rap of her knuckles from the

other side.

She has come!

And his hands moved to shove those bloody doors aside.