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I can't believe I'm doing this. Why am I doing this? No, really, why am I doing this?

It had been a game for him. A game he had every intent on winning. Why couldn't I see that before?

Raven hair fell before her eyes as the scene before her was played out. She had all trust in her sister to win the spar. Never once had she given thought to the idea that Lora could lose. It was as the last blow was struck and Lora lay broken and bleeding on the ground, that Desdemona knew her very life was going to change.

Granite orbs looked upon the man in the center of the arena. He was beautiful to say the least. With each step he took, muscles rippled below the surface of pale skin. His hair, long and blond by nature now hung limp and wet about his shoulders. It was his eyes, turquoise, that held the dark promise of what was to come. And with that, a gasp filled her lungs with dread.

His steps brought him ever closer, each footfall a lifetime to her. Each beat of her heart, a precious reminder that her life was now forfeit. He came to stand before her, blood-sweat upon his chest in the flicker of firelight. "Desdemona," He voice a seductive whisper. "It's time." He held a hand out to her, knowing she was to proud to run.

With one last look of desperation towards the figure on the ground behind him, she raised a delicate hand and placed it within the palm of his. There were no words spoken from anyone in the room as he enveloped her in an intimate hug. His fingers lifted her chin so their eyes would meet. Grey met blue-green, offering up more than just her mortal soul. He kissed her then, warmth flooded her limbs and the beat of her heart pulsed against the vein in her neck.

When his lips left hers, an inaudible whimper was issued forth as she trembled as though from cold. He turned her then, so she would be facing her wounded sister and the man that now helped her to her feet. The look in those emerald eyes was of pure hatred for the man that held her sister captive. Hatred and helplessness. Desdemona would have spoken out, given a word to still the pain her sister felt had there been time.

He tilted her head to the side, long supple fingers stroked the satin column of her throat. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of what would come next. A whisper of motion behind her was all that was felt before the soft tissue was pierced. She gasped in pain, sought to cry out, to push him away, but he held tight to her and bit down harder.

Her body grew colder with every second that went by. Her vision faded away and finally the arrhythmic beating of her heart slowed to a stop. Warm liquid was poured down her throat, restoring life where life had vanished. Ravenous, she lifted her hands and held tight to the life giving source. "Drink your fill my Angel." The words floated in through the fog clouding her mind as her body sought the source of her hunger.

It was long moments later, that her hands fell away from the limb and her eyes could open. Grey eyes, near silver, looked upon the world with a sense of wonder. Her tongue flicked out to lick at swollen lips and grazed against the fine points of her newly formed fangs.

She fell to the ground, screaming as the demonic blood began to course through dead tissue, bringing her back to life. There was nothing anyone could do to ease her suffering. Lora was held back by the strong arms of the man who loved her. Both looked on in horror, remembering their own turning to the shadow world. Maleck, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of his mouth waited until her convulsion like tremors began to lessen, before he sat down at her side and dragged her limp body onto his lap. Whispered words of love and promise were rained upon her.

When she could finally muster the strength to open her eyes, she looked upon her make. No longer was he the blond haired, blue eyed man she had been changed by. He looked down upon her with crimson eyes, ebony strands of hair falling into the penetrating gaze. Her fate was then sealed with two words. "You're mine."

Its official, I've gone insane.