Happy, darling?

The Villa, Rockford, Illinois State

Violet got off the bed, glaring at the brunet who was lying on the bed grinning up at her, amused at her reaction. The fact that she was fighting her instincts he found quite entertaining, he reckons she will fold soon.

"Feel like answering some questions?" he asked. "As I said before, it will cost you," she said, willing to bargain for information. She needs something from her apartment; after all, answering a few questions is nothing compared to what she will gain.

"Alright. What do you have in mind?" he asked, intrigued, wondering what she wanted enough that she was willing to participate. "I want to pick up some of my clothes and Grimoires from my apartment," she said, arms crossed. He considered it for a moment, seeing as it wasn't something he deemed unsuitable in exchange for a few information. Even if she did plan something, he already had something in mind that would stop that. He was older; after all, he had played many games before and he always won.

He got off the bed and looked at her delicate features; hypnotic brilliant violet eyes, her long silky platinum blonde hair, and her pink cupid's bow lips. "Fair enough. We have a deal." He said, making his way to the corner of the room and pulling open a concealed mini cabinet with four different bottles of liquor.

He grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took the glass beside it and poured himself a drink.

Violet narrowed her eyes, realizing just how different Vampires' lifestyles were from most. They don't care about their health, something she wasn't surprised with considering their regenerative abilities were far advanced than even werewolves, an Ability they gained from feeding off blood, a lifeforce.

Not only are they incredibly strong and fast, but they also do not age something that is both a gift and a curse.

And as much as human literature makes all of them seem alluring, they usually aren't. Most of them looked like ordinary folks, other than those who had been good looking from the start. And as much as Violet didn't want to admit it, Aldren was one of those exceptionally good looking men.

The type fiction Writers write about in their demented sense of romanticizing vampires, who in truth were dangerous creatures of the night, the harbingers of death.

Aldren turned to face her, holding his glass of whiskey on his right hand.

"Do you know if there are others like you? hybrid witches?" he asked. "Not that I know of," she answered, she had never actually met any hybrid of any kind in her life, only him.

"Your family?" he asked, curious. Her eyes darkened for a moment, jaw clenching subconsciously, "Dead." she said, eyes narrowed at him.

"I see, and not that I care, just out of curiosity; did I kill them or ordered them dead?" he asked.

"If you did. You'll be in a tomb by now" she told him, and he chuckled in response.

"Who was the witch?" He asked, intrigued. She sighed; she hates talking about her family. "My father was a warlock, and my mother was a werewolf. Well, to be precise, my mother had a werewolf gene," she explained.

He nodded in understanding, "I see." he muttered pausing to think.

Violet sighed, annoyed that he was taking his time. "Seriously, I need my clothes," she said, looking at him.

His lips stretched into a grin, teasingly gesturing to her attire. "I prefer 'that look'" he said. She rolled her eyes in response, "I don't." she deadpanned.

He leaned forward, eyes eyeing her from head to toe. "It's sexy. Tempting really," he confessed, looking at her with desire in his eyes.

"You gave me your word," she said impatiently.

His eyes turned serious for a second, and he offered her his drink,

"Have a drink," he said and based on his tone he wasn't asking. He was telling her to. Violet eyed the drink in his hand, and she took it. The second it hovered close to her lips, she smelt its strong scent.

'Wolfsbane'

She shot him a defiant glare, and he crossed his arms over his chest. He knew she knew what he put in there. "To cancel whatever escape plan inside that pretty little nugget of yours." He said grinning mischievously. Better safe than sorry after all, she was too smart for her own good, he thought. And he wasn't planning on losing her anytime soon; he already has plans for her.

She smiled back at him sarcastically and said "Prost!" raising the glass and drinking it in one motion.

She felt the liquid flow down her throat burning as it went. Her chest throbbed as it flowed down.

Her body's initial reaction to protect itself was to vomit it out, but she kept it in. Aldren watched in morbid fascination as she endured the pain, he did pour an intense concentration of wolfsbane in it.

Violet's eyes flashed gold for a moment as she glared up at the grinning vampire.

"Happy, darling?" she mocked using his usual tone while giving him a nasty look. "Very," he said, smiling at her in pure satisfaction