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Kill Order

Nobody could predict that Monroe would become a consumed; nobody foretold that her father would be a dominion; nobody declared her mother human; and nobody warned that she would have raven black wings. It was all one big crime in the eyes of the De La Core coven and the mastermind behind such unforgivable transgressions: Monroe Brielle De La Core.

Lucas was awake with her while James went to find food. Two days had passed since she found him in his basement - all of which was a blur to the newly turned vampire. "Mason said that he'd be willing to teach you blood control, if you'd like," Monroe replied to the silence.

She was sitting in a stray ray of sunlight that seeped into her room through the thick curtains that created an artificial nighttime. Lucas had no immunity to the sun so her thick curtains - that she hexed up - shielded him from the fatal UV light. Monroe held a silver ring with blue lapis lazuli carving his initials into the inner side of the ring.

She was harnessing the sun's ray into the ring, providing the immunity he would need from the sun. "In the meantime," she added as she took his hand to lower the ring, "you're stuck up here with blood bags."

"Stolen blood bags?"

Monroe sat next to him, "is it really stealing if the teenaged donors say 'I only want to feed a vampire'?" He chuckled as she handed him a blood bag. "Bon appetite, Stefan Salvatore."

"I need you to read my mind again," he asked fiddling with the ring with his thumb and index finger. "I swear I can remember if you helped."

Monroe looked at him, slowly opening the curtains with her mind. A faint singeing sound hissed in her ears before the sun was fully on Lucas after Monroe vanished to the other side of her bed. He cried out in pain, skin turning charred before it turned to ash then puffed away.

Though her expression was still neutral, anger was evident in Monroe's demeanor. "You're a weakling, Lucas. Don't mistaken pity for protection." The smell of burning flesh filled the room along with the cries of an agonized vampire. Nobody heard though because Monroe hexed her room to be soundproof. "And don't think I'm going to save your life when my brother comes after you." A soft sting pierced into Monroe's wrist and when she turned to it, she saw that Dominic's ruin was reddening, a burning sensation growing more sensible. "Dominic," she whispered as she was flooded with the reasons she fell for him.

All the pain he caused her and she to him faded away from him; he forgave her and all he wanted was her. The sensation vanished and she was back in her room, a roasting vampire in front of her. She swiped her hands and the curtains closed, while Lucas' burning body slowly healed.

Her bedroom door spewed open and in came Stephen, a sly expression on his face while Macy was behind him, evidently downcast. "Somebody wants to see you," he voiced sternly. "Now."

Lucas grunted behind her as she nodded then two vampires turned and left the room. Monroe turned and grabbed the ring from the charred fingers that had new tissue healing in. "I never said anything about ultraviolet ring." With a swirl of black mist, the ring vanished from her palm as she left her room.

Downstairs, in the parlor, a group of auras called to her senses; the people in the room were up to something. One aura stuck out, indigo in color and large patches of shameful, evil black tainted it. It was an aura Monroe recognized well, a relative with a heavy bloodlust, a passion for death and destruction; the most feared De La Core since the Dark Ages; Dorothea.

The parlor was thick with the smell of dust, the taste of cinnamon from the sweet buns next to Masy. On the other side of Dorothea was James and Amun, both avoiding Monroe's gaze. Mason was to her left and Stephen her right, both ready for a fight.