It was the one month anniversary of Eloise's 'turning'. She woke up at 7pm, and gazed out of the window. She now slept in the same room as Diavlo, the only room she had deemed 'liveable', which basically meant it was the least dilapidated room in the house. She blinked, and stretched her arms as she stood up. Diavlo lay still asleep on the bed, and she smiled as she saw his seemingly innocent sleeping face; how misleading that was, especially for a cold-blooded murderer such as he.

In one quick motion, Eloise scraped one long nail across Diavlo's face, leaving a red mark against his pale vampire skin. He woke, startled, his expression immediately breaking into a grin when he saw Eloise standing above him. She smiled in return, her lips curling up to reveal her pointed teeth.

Diavlo stretched out a long, muscly arm and grabbed Eloise's own pale skinny one. He pulled her back towards him, and raised his lips to her ear.

"Happy anniversary, il mio tesora."

He spoke softly, his husky voice sending shivers down her spine. A lot had changed over the past month; feelings between the two had evolved, her newly acquired taste for blood had lost its initial novelty, and she found the task of finding fresh meat tiresome.

"My beautiful bella del vampire." Diavlo lightly kissed the nape of Eloise's neck, pressing his lips softly against her creamy skin.

Eloise allowed Diavlo to examine her delicate, porcelain hands as her mind wandered elsewhere. She knew he had something planned for her; she had awaited this very day from the moment he had punctured her flesh with those lethal, pointed teeth. 'One month', Eloise found herself thinking. 'One month'.

Later in the night, when darkness had shrouded the sky, Diavlo took Eloise for a joy flight around the area. Eloise found the transformation process more tiresome than usual, and caught herself wishing she was human again. 'No', she told herself, 'To think such things is wrong.'

"Besides," she muttered aloud, as she landed gracefully on the grass, swooping delicately through the air, "What did I go through to get this?"

Diavlo heard Eloise, and questioned what she spoke of.

"Nothing," Eloise replied, reassuring herself as much as him. "Nothing at all."

They began to walk in silence, only the soft melodic hoot of an owl to interrupt. Eloise, deep in thought, at first did not hear Diavlo speak to her.

"We have arrived."

He spoke again, startling Eloise out of her reverie. She stopped suddenly, unsure of where she was. Her surroundings were unfamiliar.

"Please, follow me."

Diavlo spoke softly once more, though a sharper, shorter tone replaced the gentle undertone of before. Eloise complied, walking quietly in step behind. 'One, two, one, two' Eloise found herself counting the steps as they walked, and became so ensconced that at first she did not notice the large, grey building they had come upon. Diavlo took hold of Eloise's arm and gently brought her to a halt, then proceeded to steer her into the building. Eloise closed her eyes and bit her lip, silently wishing that she didn't have to go through with whatever was to happen to her. However, procedure was procedure, and she knew she had no choice.

Eloise opened her eyes when she had built up her courage slightly, only to find herself within the building and standing before a large, metal cage. What was inside that cage made her eyes widen in horror, her mouth suddenly feel as dry and prickly as a cactus, and her bones feel so fragile that she thought she might break should she be pushed even lightly.

"Frightened?"

A loud cackle sounded from somewhere, echoing throughout the building, and bouncing back off the grey stone walls. Eloise jumped, startled at the sudden voice, and patted down her hair nervously as she attempted to regain her composure. The silhouette of an unknown figure darted from wall to wall, hard to distinguish amongst the many shades of grey and black within the dark room. Eloise reached out a hand to grab for Diavlo, only to grasp at the air now filling the space he had previously stood upon. She looked around wildly, but he was nowhere to be found.

"H-hello?"

Eloise called out nervously, backing away slowly. She winced at the breathy tone of her voice, which surely gave away her fear to the mystery figure.

Suddenly, a tall, dark figure dropped down in front of Eloise, wordlessly, silently glaring a hole into her head. Eloise dry swallowed.

"I asked you a question. Now, I don't know about you, but I expect an answer when I ask a question. So, I'll ask one more time; are you frightened?"

Eloise caught herself nodding in agreement with him, and quickly stopped. She shook her head defiantly.

"Of course not," Eloise said, with more confidence than she felt. "What do you think I am, a child?" She asked rhetorically, sneering as she did so.

"Well, then, you're quite stupid." The man before her stated bluntly, as he frowned at her.

Eloise blinked uncertainly, and the man continued, walking slowly towards her. The harsh expression on his face faded; Eloise saw through his facade and took in his receding hairline, his ghostly complexion, the solemn expression on his face. She realised he wasn't insulting her, merely trying to get through to her. Certainly, this creature was merely a decoy; a distraction from the real threat.

"The blood of many has been shed at this very place; vampires included. This is a well-known death spot. You should be very afraid." With that, he turned on his heel, and disappeared into the darkness.

Eloise uttered a single, unintelligible word. Out of nowhere, Diavlo reappeared at her side, took hold of her arm protectively, and asked her what she had just said. She repeated her one-word sentence one more time.

"Fck."