When the sun had gone down I buried him.

His sunken face stared at me. It practically begged me to avenge his death, no....his murder. His skin had turned a deathly gray, like the color of an aged rock. My mind was in a constant war. The rage began to pool around my chest. It spread like a deadly virus incinerating all feeling that was not rage and vengeance. I roared with anger. Birds took off into the sky and my voice carried for miles. When no more sound escaped my lips, I sunk down to the ground, trembling.

Who ever did this would pay. Who ever got in my way would pay. No mercy.

My moment of weakness had passed. All that was left was the murderous side of me. I stood and shoveled in more dirt. When I could see no more of his form I quickly filled the hole. There was no point to dawdle. I had a lot to do...and no time to waste.

Club Serenity. I could almost laugh at its name. Whoever had thought of it didn't know the nature of those who had been rejected by both life and death. There was nothing serene about our existence, nor when many of us congregated in one area.

I stopped when I reached the door. I reached out, not to open it, but to feel its coarse construction. The wood had deep groves, spiraling into sickening swirly patterns. The handle was tarnished by the many hands who had flung it open looking for a good time.

Good time, I thought. If things didn't go according to plan I probably would be stripped of my time. No matter, revenge was on my tongue and there was no way I would wash away its deliciousness.

Even if they had banned me.

With as much force as I could muster I flung open the doors. They hit their respective wall creating a boom so loud even my ears rung. Dust flew up and began to churn behind me.

All attention was on me, as I had wanted.

The music still played but its hypnotic beat could no longer claim any victims. Flashing lights of red swirled around the club illuminating the faces of those I had met, fought...and even loved. No one moved except for the bartender who, after seeing me, just shook his head and continued to pour shots.

“You have nerve newling,” A voice called over the music. His voice was silky as it weaved its way to my ear. I knew that voice. I had once loved that voice.

I ignored the jab. I hadn't been a newling since I had made my first kill. He knew that.

Nothing happened for awhile. I was getting impatient. I balled up my hands into fists and set my feet.

A hand grabbed me from behind and snaked its way to my neck. The hold he had was soft yet menacing at the same time. I didn't struggle, that was the fastest way to end up like my brother.

“Why are you here?!” He angrily whispered in my ear. He tightened his grip on my neck. I wanted to panic but I kept the emotion down.

“Oh Gabriel, I didn’t know you still felt this way,” I hissed seductively. My hand began to caress his forearm slowly moving its way up to his hand.

I didn’t have time to get there. He flung me away with a disgusted snarl. I was hurled across the floor and flipped over the stairs to the dance floor. I stayed crumpled on the floor hiding my face.

“You petulant child!” He screamed. His voice boomed over all in the club. Many fled out the doors and others hid in the booths connected to the club walls.

He obviously wasn't over Sarah. Men.

Sarah had been Gabriel's first love. She had been a tall blond with dark brown eyes so entrancing that many fell prey to her before she could weave her enthralling words. She wasn't very old but there was a hidden wisdom in her that Gabriel found very attractive.

I had been his...let's say his one and a half first love. When he met me there instantly was a connection, something Sarah did not like. She tried to kill me for it....tried. Now her bones create the trimming for my mantle and door way.

Gabriel never forgave me for killing her. He scorned the popularity I gained for killing a vampire twelve times my age. Which is why I was banned. He couldn't bear to look at me.

Gabriel chuckled as he walked towards me. It was a deep sort of growl that boomed more than the music. Everyone pressed against the wall trying not to create attention to themselves while trying to get away from the rage that was building up inside Gabe.

He was the second oldest vamp in the club. At about five hundred years old, Gabriel could kill anything without as much as moving a muscle. He was like a panther, so beautiful but so deadly at the same time. He moved like liquid, spoke like silk, but had an easy to trip rage switch that was unmatched by any animal on earth.

My face was still pressed to the floor but my muscles were tight ready to spring. When he got a few feet from me I made my move.

I sprung into the air like a cat attacking a mouse. My bounce was high enough to get my hands around his neck and to swing around until I landed softly behind him. My gripped tightened on his steel throat.

I surprised him. He bent back from the force of my hands and a grunt escaped his lips.

“I'm going to say this once and you are going to listen,” I whispered through clenched teeth in his ear, “ I want to know who did it and where they are.”

“Little-one. I know not what you speak.” Though my gripped was tight on his throat his words came out crystal clear without any hint of stress. He was taunting me again. I hate that.

“Do not play with me! Who killed Kirk?!” I screamed my fingers creating a death grip on his neck. He grunted again, surprised at my strength. His feet shuffled underneath him trying to get his balance back.

He had to be lying. Gabriel knew everything. Nothing went past him that he didn't know about. He was the alpha male of this clan and no one did anything that he didn't know about. How could he not-

My thoughts were rudely interrupted by Gabriel wrenching out of my grip so fast I had no time to react. The next thing I knew a hand slapped me across the face. My jaw shattered and I fell to the ground. Pain surged through my body causing me to shake uncontrollably.

Gabriel picked me up and threw me against the wall. My back cracked as I collided with the concrete and I fell to the floor. Cries of pain escaped my lips but were fickle and didn’t carry to those watching. This time it was not a rouse.

“You stupid girl…always doing the wrong thing. I know the clan who did kill him but now you will never find out,” He whispered in a voice so menacing I could feel the venom slide down my ears, “Good night Beth.”

With another blunt force to my head I was knocked unconscious. Blackness enveloped me and held me prisoner.