Take One Last Breath.

Chapter 1- Lust

 The cold rain fell like razor blades against her skin, feeling the cold wind pushing her backwards, and slicing at her body. Still, she ran. Her feet carried her swiftly through the stoned streets, feeling her body jolt at every corner, fearing one of his servants could be awaiting for her there. The night shielded her naked body from the families in their homes, no one saw her running. Her heart thudded though her chest, pumping blood through her cold body. She had no idea how she could still run so fast, with her wounds throbbing and spilling her red scarlet blood. She turned into a perfectly black alleyway. Running to the back of the dead end, she shoved a loose stone on a wall,the stone shifted. Turning her head around quickly, and peering through her soaking wet hair, listening to the droplets on stone floor. Footsteps approached her quickly, she immediately lunged herself at the tiny hole in the wall, using what was let of her strength to pull the stone back into place.

Crawling slowly through the carved tunnel, her body pressed against the cold rocks and crisp dirt. Her breath formed of smoke, a light shon through the tunnel. Lifting her sweet blue eyes, seeing just through her wet black hair, she could smell the alcohol ahead.

The tunnel came to an end...she crept out of it, lowering herself onto a red and gold carpet.

" Where have you been!"

His voice, ever so strong and powerful, echoed through her body, making her spine jolt.

" I was where you asked me to be." She quietly replied. Still she faced the tunnel, fearing his hand.

" Kyra, you were not with Vincent, he came to see me. And asked where you were." His voice had dimmed, almost like he was sad. Kyra turned around and met his eyes.

He was beautiful.

Her master was tall, always dressed in a white blouse and black dress pants. Sometimes he wore a red robe over his blouse, but today he wore a flat black blazor over top. His hair fell just above his ears, and he pushed his bangs back to create a 'flow'. His eyes were sky blue, his cheek bones were strong and outlined by a brown chin strap. If she could stair long enough at him...without being caught, she could glimpse at his perfectly chiselled muscles.

" M..master..." She should not have done what she did. Kyra knew that as soon as he mentioned Vincent. She belonged to Stefan, he was her master. Although if a man payed Stefan to 'borrow' one of his slaves...we were to do so. Not sneek off and try to run away.

A glass vodka bottle came crashing against her skin. Kyra felt the glass puncture her skin, tearing it open. Causing warm blood to trail down her lips and breast. The cuts burned and stung, mre then the others had. She groaned in pain and fell to her knees. the glass was scattered around her. Squinting her eyes in pain, she herd Stefan walking closer, and suddenly she felt him forcefully pull her to her feet by her hair. He stared into her eyes, grunted and slammed her against the wall. Looking down at her blood dripping down her naked body, he caressed her breasts and waist. Biting his lip, Kyra's heart thudded through her chest. She begged him not to touch her, every time he did, he tortured her. Stefan wanted Kyra to himself, usually slaves don't last long with him. Either clients buy them, they run away or Stefan kills them. He usually kills them. She has been with him since they were small children, and her father had sold her to Stefans father, in return for one of his fathers slaves. She was Stefans favourite.

" Master..." she coldly whispered to him. She felt his goose bumps arise from his skin, as he stared at her naked body hungerly.

" Yes." Slowly Stefan answered.

" Do you want me..." Shakily she asked, her eyes watching his whole body.

" More then you want me." His cold dark voice crept up her body and caused her body to shiver. His darkness thickened and surrounded them. Stefan was a dangerous man, more then you could already tell. He was a fallen angel. Dark and beautiful. Since he was a child, he had the capeability to kill, and he did so very well. He is the only one of his kind, and feeds of nothing accept blood. Human blood. Most people would call him ' Vampire' or ' demon' , but Stefan was not any of those things. Vampires are dead, and demons are ghosts, Stefan was very much alive.