Don't give up. He was stronger than this, he had been through worse. This woman just didn't know what she was getting herself into. If he just told himself that over and over again, he might still believe in it, but his faith already started to linger. Again, the vampire screamed as the silver enteres his body, feeling it cutting a way through his flesh and tearing open his skin. He closed his eyes, trying to fight the pain while his nails dug into his skin. Sweat dripped down his forehead, mixing with the tears that slowly started to appear.

Don't think. It was what Allison would have told him. It was what he was supposed to do. He had to let it all slide. But that was hard when the woman in front of him brought up the exact topic. Allison. Immediately, his head shot up, his eyes widened. There was no way in hell she was going to hurt Allison. Words couldn't describe the anger boiling up inside him. And with that, another power awakened. He had been stupid, he could have done this a long time ago and be done with it. One hand unclenched, he frowned. The vampire tried to come up with something, the wolf, the other creature that he had no words for what exactly it was. Anything. If it got him out of his situation, if it helped saving his own skin, he woud do it. ''You're not going to touch her with even one finger.'' He threw another empty threat at her. A faint, black smoke started to appear around his hand, swirling as his powers slowly grew. He just needed a few more seconds and he would be out here in no time.

He hated his magic more than anything. He hated that whenever he needed and depended on it, it would always seem to lack. One of those moments was right now. He used to have no problems, he always used to spit them out like gal and he used to be scared of it. But right now, he lacked once again. It was almost becoming a common theme. For some reason he never managed to get out of situations alone. He either needed help or somehow screwed up so badly that they just spit him out.

It was already too late when the woman noticed how he tried to work his magic. But what was she going to do? Stop him? Kill the demon? He would laugh at- oh. The smack at the back of his head was enough to put him out. The smoke disappeared, his head slumped to his shoulder and his body went still. One could almost mistake him for dead. Blood still oozed from the wounds, the healing process going horribly slow. But at least he didn't feel any pain. For now.

Getting knocked out was no fun, but if it meant he was no longer in pain he would do it again. It had only been a few hours until Kaz had awoken again, his head hurting, the rest of his body even more. The wound on his back had started to heal but it went terribly slow and he wasn't sure if the healingprocess or the dagger itself had hurt more. Because it burned, a lot. The vampire clenched his fists, biting his lip as he tried to ignore the pain. But it only got worse as he felt how thirsty he was.

He had used all of his energy to try and break free and for what? It felt like the shackles had only become more tight and his anger had completely died out. It appeared he was alone, meaning that this woman either would leave him alone for the rest of the days or she had something up her sleeve. Kaz could manage being left alone. He would grow hungry, but he could manage. The fear that she had other things in store for him, struck him hard but yet again, it didn't fade out the fire in his eyes. She had to try a lot harder in order to break him.

He was alarmed someone was coming. He heard a heartbeat, he could smell fear. This wasn't the woman who had jammed knives into his leg, no this was a human. Had someone found this place? Or had the woman perhaps found Allison? The last thought made him tug at the shackles again. There was no way that he was going to let that happen, he would fight for her, he would die for her. That woman had no right.

But it wasn't Allison. It was just a girl and a very scared girl at that. Kaz narrowed his eyes but he knew what she was trying to do. Because as soon as his gaze fell upon the human girl, the hunger inside him only got worse. There was some sort of lust in his eyes, a lust after the blood that girl carried. No. Concentrate. He shouldn't give in to these kinds of senses, it would make matters only worse. So, the young vampire looked away, stoicly staring at the wall. The smell the girl carried and her heartbeat made it hard for him to not pull his attention towards her, but he had to. He wasn't broken yet and he promised himself he wouldn't let himself get broken.

That smell. That god aweful smell that yet was so compelling that he had a very hard time not to look. He could do this, he could manage this and withhold himself from looking, from showing weakness. His nails dug deeper into the kin of his palm, his teeth sank into his lip. Why was this so hard? He tried to remember the last time he had fed. This morning just before the sun had risen. Already it felt like an eternity ago.

The vampire took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, closing his eyes as he collected himself. And then he dared to look. His eyes first fell upon the woman, but they were just as fast concentrating on the wound in the neck of the girl, the blood that was seeping from it. Again the hunger struck and the lust returned to his eyes. He could do this, he could refuse. He was strong than this. But it was obvious that Kaz was struggeling. His eyes found those of the woman again, his were colored with hate. ''Perhaps you need to fuck off.''

His threat didn't help him in the slightest, instead he wondered if the more he spoke, the worse everything got. But Kaz was as stubborn as a donkey and once he had something in his head, it was hard to talk him out of it. So when he reminded himself that he had to be strong, he did it. But this woman was making it very difficult for him.

The girl was so close he could almost smell the tears on her face. But that smell was overrun by the beautiful smell of blood and the hunger inside him grew. He could at least.. try, right? But then he would give in, then he would continue to play her game. And that was not going to happen. Not today. Kaz looked from the woman to the girl and back to the woman. The smell had become unbearable and Kaz closed his eyes in the hopes it would help him fight the urge to attack. The pleads of mercy didn't exactly help. ''Shut up,'' He growled, not sure if he was talking to the woman or the girl. Eventually, he give into the urge, tugging at the shackles as if he hoped that suddenly they would come loose. The metal only dug deeper into his skin and it only showed that perhaps the woman was right. He was weak.

Somehow this woman had become the voice that had been in the back of his head for years. Perhaps he had gotten dellusional and all of this was just a dream, or more a nightmare, and he would wake up soon. Or perhaps he had died right then and there when the mountain lion had ttacked him and this was just a figment of his imagination. Neither option sounded great, but it was still better than to think that this was all really happening.

Something within him stirred and got awake, only supporting the hunger even more. Kaz had ro resist, he could do this. He might just be a newborn vampire but he could prove himself he wasn't weak and that he was strong as he believed. But every second made everything worse and when the woman looked at him, he only started tugging at the shackles even more frantically. ''Shut up!'' He spoke loudly. The vampire finally beared his fangs and as a wild dog, tried to bite the woman in front of him, the chair holding him only inches apart from his prey.

This godaweful yet wonderful smell was like a punch in his stomach, and a hard one at that. The longer it lingered, the stronger the monster inside him became, the more that it took over. The resistance in his eyes had almost completely faded when the girl was pushed on the ground and only the hunger and the urge to feed had remained. There was little Kaz of him left as the vampire inside him now almost had full control. But that didn't mean his pride would break.

His eyes shot towards the woman, his attention now pulled towards her. Beg?Beg? What did she see him for? He was a goddamn Grand Duke and if these shackles weren't here to keep him in place he would have torn her throat out by now, if you forgot that he was weakened, hungry and the woman was probably a lot older than he was. ''I don't beg.'' He hissed with clenched teeth as he tried to control himself, but the more he tried to push back the monster, the hard it became to keep it in check.