Slowly, I was withering. The muscles and the tendons. They were deteriorating.

Slowly, I was getting thinner and turning into nothing, like a weak pathetic human's.

I needed energy. I needed food. I could tell already, my cheeks were pale, unnaturally pale and due to my practices everything was thinner; my cheekbones were protruding from my face and my lips were pale and chapped. My throat seemed as if it were sandpaper, I didn't even need to move to feel it's pain.

Our interval of a 20 years slumber was complete, and now we must feed. To refuel our bodies. To thrive and attack once again.

The doors of what looks like a marble mausoleum from the outside opened to its full capacity. The incredibly thick dirty white doors scraped against the pebbles of the outside, though I could not see them I knew they were there, and it made me inwardly flinch every time at the unexpected noise.

At first I only saw the silhouettes of them but then, as I smelled the air, I figured it was them. But there was also something else - food.

Jace and Connor. Both of them were around six feet, three inches tall, roman noses and short army-cut brown hair, though Connor's hair slightly lighter. They were twins and adorable twins at that. The matching black tees did nothing to hide their muscles, in fact it only exaggerated them. And the dark washed jeans gave both of them a classic bad-boy look.

The light. It was pure white and the rays spilled into the large opening room where as some light also reflected off the gold handles on the outside of the door, and as soon as my eyes adjusted to the brightness they were closed behind the trio and it was back to almost absolute darkness leaving my eyes to adjust again. The first thing that came into focus was the red regal mat threaded with intricate gold designs that covered the foyer.

A male body was limp in their arms with each boy holding one of the victim's arms around their shoulders. He had tousled hair, muscular. If it wasn't a meal I would say he was pretty attractive.

The smell; the intoxicating brass scent, that seemed more appetizing than normal, that sent instincts raging to take over. My eyes widened and dilated as I sucked in a sharp breath trying to compose myself. My body preparing itself for a fight, for the first kill in a long time.

I nodded in a welcoming manner to the two as I clutched the armrests of my intricately carved white and green marble regal throne trying to keep my composure.

"Bring it to my sleeping quarters" I ordered, emotionless. "I'm saving that one for later". A smirk danced across my face as the two handsome men nodded, dragged the weak body with two arms around each of the victims arms and into the hallway and turned to the left. I stood up and wiped the sweat off of my hands, clammy from anticipation, onto my jeans.

I turned, but then looked to the other empty throne beside mine. Shaking that quick feeling of loneliness I kept my head high, took a deep breath and set off to my room getting ready for a fresh meal.

I walked, this would be my first kill in a long time.

~•~

"My dear Lilith, take care of our family" mother soothed as she leaned down and tucked a lose lock of bouncy brown hair back behind her ear.

"But why are you leaving!" I whined. "I don't even know how to!"

Mother kneeled down to my height and put her palms on my shoulders as Father put his on hers.

"Be careful" Father's deep baritone cooed.

"From what?!" I nearly screeched, why are they leaving? Was it something I did?

~•~

I had arrived my room, the walk seemed like a blur from the adrenaline. I reached for the cold metal door knob but then stoped, resting my hands on it. Putting my ear to the mahogany door I could hear soft shallow breaths and then the overwhelming fresh scent of blood hit me like a tsunami.

Then instincts showed their presence and by that I was driven to forcefully open the door aggravated with myself with the hesitation. Then I saw him, chained up on the wall across from my door. There was about twenty five feet of clearance now that I have closed the door and walked with heavy feet in front of him. He was weak, but his blood smelt different. It seemed stronger, with more full potential the the normal human. Though, it may have just been the extra fight he put up.

We usually take in the intoxicated humans, they put up less of a fight and others are oblivious to their surroundings. From this I came to conclude that this man, that he was, not drunk. Now, at least, the putrid stench of liquor wouldn't be a nuisance.

He looked up and I could see the specially designed metal collar that had an open section exposing his neck. And his arms and feet have been cuffed to the deep red wall by rather ugly metal chains.

I just looked at him a little, an internal battle raging. He had no shoes on, oddly, and sweat shorts and a plain light grey t-shirt with beads of sweat gathered on his forehead.

I had not noticed he was looking up at me until he visibly flinched for a reason I do not know. Then I caught those hazel traps. It was like a mixture of a faded dark greed and a light brown. But, the brown was not over powering. It was... perfect.

Could I do it?

Of course you can! It's in your nature!

Not in everybody's.

But it's in yours!

I could feel my mouth contort and many thin sharp fangs grew in over all my teeth. I opened my mouth wide allowing them to come, but it was incredibly painful as always, never getting my any easier. The chains rattled and I instantly clamped my jaw shut but slightly cut my bottom lip in the process.

Grunting in frustration I put my palms on my forehead and walked around in a little circle in aggravation, not minding the slight sting on my bottom lip that physically swelled slightly from the slice.

He looked at me with confusion written in his features, "What?"

"You! That's what!" I yelled out of aggravation.

"Why should I tell you?" He spoke but his voice was still weak. It was odd that he was still weakened but I shook it off.

Humans are like that.

"Because I'm sparing your life and I need to figure out why!"

But... why was I openly confessing to him?

I don't know!

Well figure it out!

Oh, like I'm not trying!

"Just... tell me or I'll give you to another hungry," I can not tell him what we are, then he could come looking for me. But I couldn't care less. "Vampire" I smirked.

"Well, bloodsucker, you can't make me" he replied calmly.

"Your right. But if you can't give me what I want then your not important" was my reply, speaking as if I had not a care in the world.

I walked up to him and put my hands on his cheeks feeling the comfortable about of body heat. He was clearly confused but I did not care.

"So, if I were to kill you right now what would be your last words to me?"

~•~

"Lilith! How dare you! What have I told you about playing with your food?" Mother explained, standing over me as I stroked the baby rabbits head. It snuggled into my stomach and I sighed.

"Sorry momma" and in a swift motion I snapped its neck, brought it up to my mouth to feed.

~•~

"See you on the other side" he smirked. I'll give him credit - he was doing a good job hiding his fear. I saw it flash through his eyes every once in a while but I could pick up the sweet smell of it.

And with that I took a slowly painful step closer to him and slid one of my other hands behind his head and another on his cheek.

"You know it's a tragedy I would have to waste such a beautiful life like yours" and before he could respond I gripped the hair on the back of his head and thrust it my way while doing the opposite with the other side and a deafening crack sounded throughout my room.

He fell limp at the restraint of the chains. I inched closer to him and sniffed his neck.

A little drink couldn't hurt.

I grabbed his tousled hair with one hand to give me access to his neck as the other went on his shoulder. I leaned in and flinched inwardly as my fangs elongated. Then I sunk my fangs into his neck. I took two mouthfuls of his blood before I coughed violently and backed up, doubling over and clutching my stomach.

"What the hell?" I coughed up and spat out blood. "JACE!" I roared.

He could not have ran through the doors fast enough. I gave him a second to take in the sight before his as I stood up. "Explain to me why I can not feed?" I yelled. But, I regretted it instantly, searing pain in my throat as I entered another coughing fit.

"I don't know what you talking about?" He replied nonchalantly.

Lie. Mistake número uno.

"What do you mean you don't know" I said through clenched teeth. "Why did its blood burn me?"

"Lil" he put his hands out, a reassuring gesture. "I really don't know"

I grunted, but due to the disturbance in my raw throat I violently coughed a few more times. "Just get rid of it" I growled and glared at the corpse.

He nodded and raced to undo the chains. He pried them open, they made a horrid screech while he was doing so.

Instinctively I covered my ears, but then I covered my mouth in a surprised grasp as the body now hand limply with one arm and one leg cuffed in, the cuffs were on opposite sides but as Jace leaned down to release it, the corpse limply fell with a thud on his back.

He nodded and I set a stone face in as turned his back.

"Where'd you find it?" I asked referring to the body.

"Rims of the shifter territory" he shrugged, the body shook over his shoulder as he did so and his once bright eyes were dull, the color seemed to have faded in that short period of time.

It disgusted me; it was pale, lifeless and without a heartbeat.

Like me.

AND SCENE

How'd you dudes like it?

I honestly don't know, it came to me while I was brushing my hair in the morning. I guess the coolest ideas come to you while you least expect it!