"They called the Blood Hunt again." She thought, "It’s a shame it’s my own sire. He was good to me. He more than likely does not know yet, I should be the one to bring the news to him." She started out for their haven, a very large mansion that was very elegant and rich looking. Her sire had the other vampires convinced this mansion was owned by a mortal, little did they know. He had even paid human servants to live there and act as if the person living there was a day person. All the servants considered him an eccentric old man, whom had several plastic surgeries and didn’t want to give up his youth. He was so amused by their thoughts he never taught them otherwise. She had arrived way before the pack did. They had at least a night before the Gangrel slime realized where their haven was. She had carefully erased all trace of herself on her way there and she was flawless in her discrepancies. She arrived safely and entered the mansion. She was relieved to see he had not gone out and stayed in for once…She could tell he had just fed and he was positively glowing. She couldn’t help stopping and admiring such a handsome man. He cut a dashing figure in khakis and a dark green polo shirt. His black hair and deep green eyes always stopped her. She smiled and caught her breath as he smiled at her. He always had this boyish grin that could brighten up her worst night. She walked over to him and wrapped her arms about him lovingly. He looked down at her and smiled softly. "How are you tonite princess?" he asked. She blushed at his long used word. She was far from a princess. Born a vagabond and raised as such until she was 16 when she married a well to do noble. She had known only hardship and suffering most of her life. She looked into his eyes. There was a tenderness she had never seen before, not even when he saved her from her miserable husband in the 15^th century. She was caught up in his eyes when suddenly he kissed her lips. She was taken aback at first but then melted into the tender kiss as he wrapped his arms about her. He suddenly lifted her and carried her to the bedroom they had shared for almost a hundred years now. But never until now had they shared the same bed. He carefully placed her onto the four-poster bed with its velvet drapes. She looked into his eyes and wanted desperately to tell him the bad news. He hushed her words with a finger then a kiss, stifling all protests. She looked into his eyes and knew immediately he already knew. He kissed her lips and pressed his body close to hers. "You do not know how long I’ve wanted to do this my sweetest Aurora." He whispered. She gasped and looked into his eyes. It was true she had wanted him also but she knew the bond between sire and childe must never be crossed. At least that’s what he had always told her. Now she could cross the line. He had let his guard down and take her. She closed her eyes and kissed him back with astounding amounts of passion. He hesitated a moment and pulled her clothes off, just as she wrestled his off of him. Clothes were carelessly torn and flung aside as passion consumed both of them. Both of their flesh heated up and passion took its course. Soon both of them were rolling about the bed, growling and frantically making love until both lay exhausted on the bed wrapped in each other’s arms. They fell asleep for a few hours and when they awoke it was almost 5am. He looked into her eyes and whispered, "Aurora, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to drain me ‘til I’m in topor." Aurora looked shocked and kissed his lips. "Please don’t make me do that Bel, please! I love you and I don’t know what I’d do with out you." She sobbed. He nodded and replied, "I know it’ll be hard on you Aurora. But it must be done and I wish it to be you…You’ll become stronger and able to defend yourself against those villains. You may not have been born a Ventrue, but your heart is one of us. I have left all my money and land to you. Sire many childer for me. I love you my sweet princess. Please do it!" She sobbed and cried tears of blood for him then bit gently into his neck and drained him of all his power and blood. "Now," he whispered harshly, "I want to see the sun rise one last time. Bring out onto our terrace and let me burn to ash." She nodded while crying and carried his limp body out onto the terrace. She placed him in his favorite chaise and sat with him, caressing him and kissing his lips softly. She whispered words of love into his ears and as then sun began to fully rise she moved aside. With one last kiss he caught on fire and she had to move indoors quickly so as not to be killed herself from the rays. She cried hard as he went up in flames, a look of peace on his face as he died. She kissed her hand and blew it to him as his eyes glazed over and nothing was left of his body. She turned away and retreated to the safety of the four-poster bed and the heavy velvet drapes. She drew the drapes and fell into a deep sleep dreaming that day only of death and lovemaking.

The next evening she woke to an incessant tapping at the door. She opened her eyes, crawled out of bed and moved to the door. She opened the door to a rather dark looking Nosferatu. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and said, "He’s dead. I killed him this morning. His remains are on the porch in his favorite chair." The Nosferatu looked at her and replied" I don’t believe you. Killing your own sire. You don’t have the courage little one." She growled at him and slit her wrist shoving it at him. "Taste" She demanded. The Nosferatu lapped lightly at her wrist and nodded. "You did kill him." he said. She directed the Nosferatu and the two Gangrels to the body, watched them take it away and she replied after the Nosferatu, "He allowed me to take his life. He said he’d rather die at my hands than that of a filthy Nosferatu. Now leave my home. Your presence sickens me." The Nosferatu bowed and left with the sneering Gangrels. As they left the house and its grounds she closed her eyes and tears of blood slipped down her face.