[aphrodite]

"To Master Devarion's home. It is so good to be back!" She exclaims. "Oh! I almost forgot." Kalira says before hastily leaving the room, then only seconds later re-appearing holding in her arms a pair of jeans and a black sweater. "Here." She says placing the clothes in your lap. "After you change I'll show you around the castle. Your going to love it here." You take the clothes and look them over. "Thank you, Kalira. I'll put them on right away." As soon as Kalira leaves you fall back onto the bed and bury your face in the pillows, tears flowing freely down your face. Now you could lose it....completely. Your sobs were loud you knew, and the world be damned if Kalira couldn't hear them for you knew she would have waited outside your door. How had you kept it together for ten minutes straight? You were in 'his' castle, you were sure of it. Crying was the only thing you felt you could do right now. Trying to find an escape would come later. Your sobs were getting louder, and it was getting harder for you to breathe, but you couldn't stop yourself from continuing to cry. You had always felt better after crying long and hard. A bit tired perhaps, but you were always able to see things with a clearer mind. This was the result you were hoping for. As you continue to cry you feel a gentle hand stroke your long hair.
"No one has even died and yet, you still cry." Says a voice you immidietly place to be Devarion's. Instantly you spring up, off the bed grabbing a small, black pillow while your at it, incase the need arose to throw it at him. (like that'll do a lot of good) Devarion simply stares at you, no emotion on his face.
"Get away from me." You tell him coldly, tears still flowing from your face, though your voice does not waver.
"You forgot to say 'please'." Devarion tells you with a devilish smile. He was testing you and you knew it. But this was one test you knew you would fail.
"Go away!!!" You scream at him throwing the pillow in his face as hard as you can. Devarion simply blocks it with his arm, his gaze not leaving you.
"Tell me, is your friend Courtney as defiant as you? Perhaps I can trade you for her if she is not." Devarion says thoughtfully. Your eyes grow wide at the prospect of this awful man taking Courtney as his slave.
"Don't you dare even think it!" You scream.
"But I already have." Devarion replies, cooly. He then gets up off the bed and walks towards you. You start to back away but he puts his hand against the wall on the side you were about to escape from blocking your exit with his arm. The bed on your left, Devarion's arm on your right. You have no escape. The young vampire is now leaning into you, his face uncomfortably close to yours.
"It would be very unfortunate if a little birdy were to mis-behave, and her best friend had to pay the price. Wouldn't it?" Devarion asks you in a quiet yet dangerous voice. You gasp at the realization that Devarion could be most capable, and most willing, to do such a thing. Seeing your reaction, Devarion smirks.
"Welcome to my world, Elizabeth Callahan. Here, the only thing you may decide is whether you are hugged or beaten." Devarion tells you tauntingly. He removes his hand from the wall and with a short glance back at you, leaves the room. You clench your fists angrier then you could ever imagine one girl could be. 'Welcome to my world' He said. I will watch your world burn to ash, Devarion the murderer! You think bitterly, every ounce in your body intending to stay true to your words