She could feel his presence like the drawing up of a string in her chest, tugging ever so strangely as he approached and stood beside her. His hand against her cheek sent tendrils of electricity rushing through the nerve endings on her face and traveled quickly to the pit of her taunt stomach. He was beautiful and she felt almost mesmerized, lost for a moment in a fairy tale that was soon to be realized for the nightmare it was. His fingers moved along her as if he owned her, a jerk from her the only movement given as he brushed by the wound on neck. She gasped at the realization of what had taken place and felt shock rush across her chest. Surely she was not what she once hunted. Death had taken her far from the undead and most certainly she was not soulless and forever to walk outside the gates of heaven but never enter, right?

Surely not...

He spoke with ease, his voice nothing more than a demanding whisper and left as the noise just outside of the bedroom door rose enough to catch their attention. Elle sat in silence after he slipped out, his words pulling her from her reverie. She needed to change clothing. Looking down she quickly took note of the lovely color of her skin, the fullness of her breasts and arms, the strength found in her legs as she stood on them without wobbling. Her small hand pressed against her left breasts, the loss of a solid beating pushed her to want to weep. It was true and though she was given another shot at life, it was not one she would've chosen for herself. 

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Aaron turned to look up at Vincent, a sneer on his handsome face. "I know my place quite well, Vincent. It is you whom have stepped over the line. She is not a normal human, a toy that you might bring into our coven and play with. She is one of the best hunters in the country and her father and brother still live. Do you not think they will find it suspicious that she has disappeared into thin air? You bring death to our door, old friend." He moved back, shaking his head and lost in thought as to how they might bring Vincent to understand the situation at hand.

"Yes, master... why would you choose to change someone that has persecuted us for years? Would not death have been better than the offer of a new life? You have given her a gift that belongs to us and will she not retain enough of her human memories to still want to hunt us?" Sophia spoke up, her long raven's hair moving about her body as she rocked back and forth on her feet.

"He's obviously not thought of these things, Sophia." Aaron spoke again and looked to Vincent. "Well... what say you, old great one?"