And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n forth of holy writ;
And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.
-William Shakespeare

The rain created a melodic rhythm as I sat quietly in the drive of Zachary Stricklin's massive home. Hard to believe only a matter of days had passed since the dreaded "Kingston Ball" incident. I don't exactly remember all that flashed before my eyes, though what I could remember was the small wound on Zac's index finger created from a simple rose thorn, began to spill deep metallic crimson and i could no longer fully control my being. I lunged at the drops as though I were a ravenous animal (little did my comm rads know my potential at this point).
"Go on Mealla! Do what you came here to do and then lets leave!" I shook my head as if the action would shake the animal personality from within my current state of being. The hold that my master had upon me had grown almost unbearable since the fateful night. Her voice could be heard at every second of every day in which we were apart.

Thug, Thug, Thug, Thug. My eyes followed the rhythm of the wiper blades now. The engine of my 07 Lexus gently purred to life as instinctively, my foot pressed first upon the clutch as the opposite foot released the brake with equal concentration so as not to kill the engine. Thoughts raced through my head as i wondered why Zac had such a dangerous infatuation with me. Did he not understand the danger being around me was to his very soul? Rage boiled within my chest as the image of Zac kissing me before we walked into the hall the night of the ball. There was such passion in his kiss. the intensity was almost too much for me to handle and I remember the agonizing look on his face as I pushed him away to protect him from my potential harm. My hand raced to the shifter and almost forced it into reverse. While backing out the wheels squealed beneath me on the wet pavement.

I couldn't understand his deep longing to be with me though one thing was certain within my mind... I loved him with all of my immortal being. A feeling I never dreamed possible for my kind.

***
The sky above me seemed to release all its constant disdain upon the world as though to express a resounding dislike for mankind as a whole.

Calmly I listened to the storm, trying hard to concentrate upon the world around me. Twenty feet ahead, a bend in the road hiding a deer from the undetectable eye of a human. Though i could see and thus decreased my speed from fifty miles per hour to a irritable, twenty-five miles per hour until i could sense the deer moving from my path a whole ten feet before i had even hit the bend. It was then that I sensed another presence. I presence i knew buy smell alone.

"Mealla, How nice to see you again. I see you have managed well living among the humans as ordered by or coven." I could sense the irrational tone in the voice.

"Alas, Conall... How did you find me?" I turned my eyes from the road to look upon my former pet and lover as i uttered such words.

Conall leaned forward and breathed upon my neck thus rendering me powerless before his being.

"How could i forget the scent of a true love?"

My thoughts raced back upon my days in the coven following the rule of our eldest sister, my creator... Treasa. Conall was Treasa's younger brother and heir to her throne were she killed by another of our kind. I had fallen in love with Conall which had, in turn lead to my wrongful banishment from the safety of my coven.

Consciousness had regained me and as so I found myself safely within the confounds of my lair laying upon the black leather couch. As I Began to sit up I felt a hand grasp my shoulder and heard the melodic sound of Conall's voice urging me to remain as I was.

***To Be Continued***

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