She couldn't beleive that she was lost again. Her third day as a vampire and she was fucking lost and had no idea how to get back to Andriette's manor.

"damnit, if I get home, I am going to tell Andriette and Nicolas we need to get Cellphones..." she growled and looked up.

"Ave Verum Concert Hall..." she sighed, glaring haughtily up at the sign. "Well somebody in here must know how to get back to the Living Spaces..."

Elbowing a man, well, more or likely shoving him out of her way, not caring if the poor soul was mortal and went flying or not, she snarled

"get out of my way Jack Ass, the street is for walking,not for standing like a moron" she tossed over her shoulder as she made her way up the steps to inquire about directions back home.

Well, well, well. Anton had caught the scent well before contact was made; young vampires always had a sort of sickly sweet musk that proceeded them. A fledgeling. How adorable. As was the case with most adorable things, Anton immediatley wished to defile her somehow. He smirked to himself, utterly amused by the prospect of putting another young vampire in their proper place. He took a moment to regain his bearings, and then called out to her.

"Excuse me, mademoiselle. You seem distressed. Are you, by any chance....lost?"

A lock of blonde hair was tucked curtly behind his ear as he approached her. Well, well, well.

Amorisa turned to him, a haughty look on her face as she walked up to him. She studied him closely. A vampire, of that she was sure. The age was undeterminable, but he reeked of power.

"I am. So you can either help me get back to my Sire, or keep your mouth shut and keep walking laddie" she snarled, her Scottish temper getting the best of her as she eyed him up and down. Surely it was not nice to talk to her elders as such. She was sure of it that Nicolas would back hand her if she ever talked to him like that, but this Vampire wasnt her her Sire. He was handsome though. There was no doubt about that.

She tossed a piece of her curly black hair over her shoulder and glared at him with her pircing blue eyes, waiting for him to either offer her asstiance or turn tail and run

After scant moments of cold calculation, Anton had come to the conclusion that she either had no idea who he was or was quite out of her mind. After a period of morbid delight, the prospect of being an anonymous stranger for a few more minutes brought about the dawn of dark arousal. Perhaps this young thing only needed a taste of Anton's special medication to cure her blatant disregard for authority. Of course, Anton was no doctor. But it was worth a try.

"I was actually headed for the Ave, my lady. There's quite a show tonight. So-"

And then he eyed the beautiful blossom of a girl up and down, soaking in the last traces of human innocence.

"So do let me make you a deal. Accompany me to my box, and I'll give you some directions....over a drink, perhaps?"

Anton offered his most winning smile, along with his most charming stance of posture. Determination was an amazing thing to destroy, and he fully intended on doing just that. The fact that his chosen scratching post was a complete knockout was a perk. Anton absolutley adored perks.

Well. Who on earth could resist a face like that. Surely it wasnt against the rules to dine with another vampire? Nicolas might be peeved later, but that would be when she would glare, poke him in the chest and demand a cellphone so that if she did get lost, she could call and ask either him or Andriette for help.

"Well..." she bit her lip, hesitating for a few moments before raising her chin up. "I do like concerts, but remember" she boldly yanked his chin up so he was eye level with her. "My face is here. Not on my boobs."

Virgin she may be, but she knew a man looking to get some when she saw one.

"I am afraid I dont have money with me, so I'll have to be paying you back when I get home lad."

She held out her hand. "My name is Amorisa Amherst"

He kissed her hand in lou of an American shake, and then grinned.

"Anton Vladimir. Do follow."

He lead the way to his private box, passing through the antechamber and on into the small enclosed space before the stage. His nails dug into his palm as he watched the orchestra tune, the band as well. Already his intentions were clear, and his plans were germinating in his mind. Rape, rape. He turned to the girl and surveyed her for a moment, and then turned back to the audience.

Perhaps this girl was going to be a challenge. Good. Anton was thouroughly bored already. Boredom was awful.

"Won't you step into the antechamber for a moment? We can have a drink. "

Anton smirked and moved into the small room located before his box. Boredom was awful. But an ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure. So it evened out.

Amorisa sniffed disdainfully. "And drink what might I ask? I highly doubt you have blood on ice, and if you think I am going ot let some complete stranger drink from me, you are out of your mind. I may be an infaint fledling, but I'm not stupid."

Gracefully she walked into the antechamber and looked down at the scene below her.

Like a regal Princess she sat in one of the chairs and looked out over the audience. She removed her coat to reveal a long slinky black dress and stelito black heels. She turned and arched a brow to Anton.

"I must confess, this is my first concert." She said trying to make idle chatter with this man who made her feel so trapped

Anton shrugged and moved into the small chamber behind the box. Already, a small redheaded woman was lying splayed out on the floor. She wasn’t dead, not yet anyhow. The Russian bent over her prone form, and listened to her breathe for a moment. Ah, relaxation. But as with most true delicacies, relaxation was rare, sweet, and short. Within moments he scooped her up off of the floor and peeked out the door to Amorisa.

“Drink this, darling. I never come to a show without a meal waiting. Do join me.”

Perhaps Marcus would get the message if Anton killed her…? No, rape was far more appropriate. After all, he didn’t really want all of the young independents gone, per se. Just sorted. Put in their proper places. And this sweet thing would be a good example to set.

Anton giddily set about slitting the redheaded woman’s throat and draining her delicious blood into two glasses. He chose one for himself, and gave the other to his beautiful companion as the woman moaned and the orchestra started playing up to the first song.

Amorisa took the glass from him, nodding her thanks, looking down at the dying woman. She frowned. She had never killed any of her victims. She had drunk their blood and let Nicolas or Andriette erase their memories of any wrong doing.

She frowned and remembered a trick Nicolas had done. Their salaiva had healing powers to heal and wounds that vampires inflcited. Frowning she put her glass down and bent over the woman, licking at her neck to close the wound. She gently patted the womans cheek gently and sent her on her way.

Turning she looked at Anton with a challenge in her eyes.

"My sire always told me its best not to leave any evidence or marks"

"Then your sire is...little more than a mortal criminal. "

Anton smirked as his anger flared. Anger for independants, for fledglings, for vampires who acted like immature mortals...

Now was as good a time as any, he reasoned.

Nephim were fast, but Anton was old. He had been given ample time to train himself, and could move nearly as swiftly and nimbly as any given nephim. Utilizing said ability, Anton slammed shut the door of the antechamber, and locked it with deft fingers. In almost no time, he had pinned Amorisa against the upholstered wall of the room, eyes cat-like and narrow.

"You tell your sire to be a bit more selective with his fledglings, hm?"

But before he had finished the sentence, his hands were busy again, abnormally sharp finger nails rending the sides of the black silk dress. The garmet was quickly discarded, and Anton smirked as he pressed his lips against the girl's ear. Anton adequatley undressed himself, and then dipped his fangs into the milky flesh of her neck.

"So let this be a lesson to you both."

Amorisa let out a strangled scream and began to trash wildly. No no no. This wasnt happening. For the love of god she was a virgin. This couldnt be happening. Maybe if she just stood still and acted as if she didnt care he would become disgusted and let her go? No, that was stupid, once a rapist wanted to rape you, there was no stoping them.

Growling she angled her head to try and rip his ear off snarling and growling and hissing.

"Let me go you worthless bastard. Rape or not you dont have the dick to hurt or satasify me. It seems to me you have a little problem in that area" she snarled

Nicolas landed on the roof, dressed in his black slacks and a white dress shirt he crawled across roof of the hall. His blonde hair was loose and wildly framed a face full of upset wrinkles, Amorisa was late. She was only 3 days old and shouldn't be traveling on her own, but Andriette a had let her get lost. Nicolas stood and scanned the area with his telepathy, 'Amorisa, you're in trouble when I catch you.'

Nicolas slid down the back of the building, far away from human eyes and pulled on the dinner jacket in his hand. Something wasn't right, someone was going to get their ass handed to them.

Amorisa still struggled in earnest, spitting insults, snarling, crying, pleading, anything she could think of. God damn it, why had she been so stupid to trust a vampire she didnt know. Nicolas was going to beat her ass when he got ahold of her.

'Nicolas' she thought as a tear streamed down her cheek, 'Nicolas where are you? I'm scared'

Nicolas entered the concert hall through a back entrance. He strode into the main area and looked around.
Where are you? Why aren't you with Andri?
He moved closer to where he could sense her, there was another vampire there. Andriette was going to be punished for leaving Amorisa.

'I...I dont know where I am. I just wanted to go out and feed for myself.. you and Andriette made me so angry...you hurt me so badly...and I got lost and...' her mind screamed in panic 'I am in a private box in the concert hall, but he locked the door. He's draining me Nicolas I feel to weak to con..tinue talking...to...' her voice cut off as she contuined to weakly trash against Anton.

Damn him. Damn him to hell

Nicolas strode through the crowd, and simply waved the guards off as he came to the upstairs hallway. He went to the box where he sensed his fledgling was, this vampire was in the wrong place tonight.

Nicolas remembered the attack that had almost taken Andriette from him, the first night as she lived as a vampire. Andriette had walked out into the courtyard at the Vatican. As she has sat there two vampires passing through Rome had come down apon her like hawks in the night.

Nicolas threw open the door to the box, no one was going to harm Amorisa.

Oh?

Then there would have to be some sort of altrication.

Anton roughly pressed two clawed fingers inside of the girl, and faced her sire curiously. What was a young thing like him doing siring already? Didn't it take a little time to learn the ropes?

The Ishak leader grinned and motioned to a chair with his free hand.

"Have a seat. Your turn is coming up next."

Amorisa snarled angrily and leaned her head forward bitting as hard as she could on Antons ear, with the intent of ripping it off his head. "LET.GO" she screamed. She looked over, mortified that Nicoals should withness this. "Nicolas, he'll hurt you, leave as fast as you can." She begged her sire.

Turning to Anton she glare at him. She woudln't give him the satisfaction. She stopped her struggling and stood perfectly still, staring at him. "I have other things to do tonight, get on with it," she hissed

Anton shrugged. Now was as good a time as any. After all, procrastination was nonsense.

"As you wish."

He lifted the girl's hips up, and invariably slammed her down on his rigid length, hissing at the pleasure of it all. The pain in from her 'love-bite' sent little shivers of joy all up and down his spine, his flesh.

"Mmm. Tight."

And then he began a simple pace, slow at first, then - faster.

Amorisa couldnt hold onto her pride any longer and screamed in agony as he broke through her virginity, she desprately tried to claw at his face, scratching at his eyes.

"STOP!" she screamed in pain as blood leaked down her legs. She looked miserably at Nicolas. None of this would of happened if Andriette hadnt gotten jealous and left her alone, and if Nicolas hadn't yelled at her when she asked him to take her him instead of staying in Morggian's club.

"It hurts...please...stop..." she moaned as continued to claw at his face

Nicolas stepped forward and moved to bring his hand across the vampire's head, "Who do you think you're messing with?!" Nicolas' blond hair was loose from the ponytail it'd been contained in and it flew behind his shoulder's in waves, his strong, roman features were contorted with rage.

This vampire was arrogant, and arrogance was something Nicolas couldn't stand in anyone (With the exception of himself of course...) Nicolas also had the sneaking suspision this vampire thought he was younger than he truly was. In the back of his mind he called to Andri, Where are you?!

Amorisa let out a screech of pain, her throat felt raw from screaming.

'Andri....' she called weakly to her sister who so obviously hated her and felt jealous of her presence to have abandoned her, but she still had to try. 'Help...rape...Andi...'

Amorisa's head slumped forward as Anton contiuned to rape her. Her nails were bloody from where she had clawed at his face, but it obviously had done no good, and here was her maker, her sire, somebody she felt in love with, watching her be humliated and raped, all because she had been so stuborn and arrogant and had talked back to Anton, had set his prey free.

"Stop..." she pleaded horasely. "Not in front of him....not in front of Nicolas..." she sniffled. "I learned my lesson..." she whimpered "I'll never talk back again, just stop"

Andriette stood outside the concert hall, her hair was slightly windblown, and she wore a pair of pajama and a tank top. She snarled angrily, and took the path her sire had up the back of the building. How dare he?! Andriette's eyes swirled dangerously with silver, her hands were still bloody with the angry feeding she'd been doing in the alleys.

Andriette ignored the odd glares from the aristocratic snobs as she crossed the lobby, the guards to the upstairs merely nodded to her Andri was a regular here and made sizeable donations every month.

As she neared the door she sensed the other vampire, then Amorisa. Couldn't the girl stay out of trouble, Andri was in no mood, at least until she heard her mental cries.

Amorisa sensed Andri nearing and felt a sense of panic and dread, and releif. Andriette was here, she had came.

She wouldnt be IN this mess if it hadnt of been for the tempermental jealous little bitch who didnt want to share Nicolas, but she would let that slide. Despite it all she loved Andriette, and felt warmed that Andriette had so quickly came to her rescue.

'Help....he's hurting me...ripping me apart...' she whimpered into her sisters mind.