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"Quickly!" Prince Damien whispered to his knights. Damien's black hair danced around his face. He reached the large window a dim light was visible in the hall, but not enough to illuminate the room. Damien didn't need a light to see and he didn't want her to see him anyway. A loud snap came from behind him and he whirled around and glared at one of his knights with his blue eyes. Turning his attention back to the window he started to open it. Once that was done he climbed inside and peered around the room. His eyes fell on the sleeping girl in the bed. He felt his fangs extend as he got closer to her.

"Give me the rope," he put his hand out and waited until he felt the course rope in his hand. He put his right hand over her mouth and watched with delight as she woke up with a fright. She tried to squirm but he had his men hold her down. He pulled out a cloth and tied it around her mouth. Using the rope he tied her wrists and ankles together. He nodded to his men and they backed up. He placed his hands on her waist and lifted her into the air. Putting her over his shoulder he turned back to the window. Like an owl in the night he leaped out of the window. He traveled down the allies until they reached the harbor. He slowed down to a walk and then headed for his boat.

"Take me home," he commanded once he was seated on the boat. He felt a sudden weight on his shoulder and looked over to see a small blond haired girl leaning on him. Curling his upper lip he shrugged her off. She looked at him her large blue eyes wide with fear.

"Who are you?" Her voice was quivering.

"You don't need to know," he replied refusing to meet her gaze. He stared at the moving water as the boat picked up speed. He heard a small whimper come from the girl and he glared at her. She looked so small just as they all did when he kidnapped them. He sighed and looked at her wrists; the rope had started to cut into her skin. He grabbed her arms and loosened the rope just a smidge.

"There now shut up," he growled. Her eyes brimmed with tears and she started to cry. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," she answered. He raised his eyebrows at her and then looked at the moon.

"We're here my lord," he nodded to the driver and then turned back to the girl. Picking her back up he headed for the castle. The gates opened as he approached them and he smiled. Walking up the paved path he greeted all of his subjects. Damien waited impatiently as his knights opened the large oak doors. Damien brushed past them and entered the castle. He walked quickly down the large hallway and to the stone stairs.

"Is my bed made?" He asked the red haired servant scrubbing the stairs.

"Yes my lord," she didn't raise her voice over a whisper. He smiled happy to see that she was still afraid of him. He walked by her and opened the first door on the left. He looked around his large room and smiled. Placing the girl on his bed he walked to the bathroom and changed his pajamas. Closing the bathroom door behind him, he re-entered the bedroom. The girl squirmed franticly on the bed, he chuckled.

"Good luck getting free," he brushed a stray hair from her face. Turning her head with his fingers he looked at her exposed neck. Leaning into her, he smiled. He sunk his fangs into her neck and started drinking her blood. He sighed as the metallic liquid slipped down his throat. The liquid warmed every part of his body, he felt his power surge through his veins as he recharged. Once he had almost drained her dry he pulled away. Blood covered his lips and he licked it eagerly. She was unconscious now and silent. He sighed with relief and untied her wrists and ankles. Ripping the cloth from her mouth he left her body on his bed as he threw away the rope and cloth. He stretched his arms as he walked back to her body. Scooping up her up into his arms he headed for the door. Kicking the door wide open he headed for the end of the hall.

"Open the door," he yelled. The nearest servant obeyed and opened the metal door with both hands. He strode past her and dumped the girl's body on the small mattress on the floor. Turning back towards the door he stared at the servant.

"Well don't just stand there go get her food and water," she scurried away her skirt flowing behind her. Damien sighed clearly annoyed and stormed out of the dim prison cell. He shut the door and marched down the hall back to his room. He looked at the impression his foot left on the door and smiled. He ran a hand through his hair and headed for his large bed. Pulling back the covers he jumped into bed. He closed his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.