Chapter 1

Morphin came aware on the sound of a feral scream of what seems like a suffocating animal, only to realize that it was his.

His entire body stiffened as it convulsed into another earth shattering orgasm when the blond little girl beneath him milked every last drop of strength from his enormous body

Finally, with one last powerful stroke, he'd emptied his seed deep inside her womb. And as it all subsided, his physique gave up and collapse on her soft body from sheer exhaustion, landing his head between her soft breasts. Her chest rise and fall in tandem with his slow and labored breathing as he struggled for air, feeling like he'd just sprinted around the world twice.

"Are you okay?" her concerned voice asked lovingly, stroking the strands of his hair with her fingers.

"I think you just killed me again," he replied breathlessly, still doing a few weak thrusts against her as he recovered from his release.

She laughed softly, sending little vibration to him. "Mind if I kill you again?"

Morphin smiled on her innocent invitation for another fiery hot session, one thing that he loves about her. She's the kind of woman that can blow his mind out like her life depends on it. And yet, she still remains as the innocent and shy little girl that he'd known and fell in love with. "Maybe I'll pass," he said in a weak voice. Even though he wants nothing else but to make love with his lovely Bride again, he's just incapable at the moment. He might have an unlimited life force but his stamina is still as restricted as of a human. "I'm kind of dead tired at the moment."

"It's okay, I understand," she wrapped her arms around him and snuggled his body closer to hers, something she knew that relaxed him. "Have some rest, my bad boy."

He felt her soft lips pressed against the top of his head and slowly his eyes started to give up. But before his consciousness completely fades, he strained himself to ask one last question. "By the way, how long did we last this time?"

Willow's right left hand reached to the bedside. "About 8 hours," she said with great pride on her voice. "Give and take a couple of minutes."

"Wow!" he breathed. "No wonder I can't move."

"You were totally out of control the entire time," she said with a chuckle. "If you'd just seen your face, you were like a man possessed."

"Oh my God, Willow!" Unimaginable dread ripped through him as the thought of him hurting Willow again occupy his head. Up until the present, the memory of the night when he almost killed her never leaves him. And to be exact, it actually haunts him frequently. It gets clearer and clearer on his head as days passes by and it scared him more than anything. He remembers now with great clarity on how he mercilessly ravaged her chaste body repetitively. How he'd bitten her and bathed her with her own blood. And how he witnessed she almost died in his arms.

Things that he wished to forget but on the contrary it's what often occupies his head especially when Willow leaves alone to hunt.

He tried to move to check on her but his body betrayed him. "Are you hurt somewhere? Did I hurt you again?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Don't be silly. You know you can't do that, either by accident or by purpose. You should worry more about me hurting you than the other way around."

You're right. Morphin thought. She's stronger than him now, in all aspects. She's physically stronger, faster, and the abilities that she inherited from him are all developed in her in a higher level.

There is no point for him to be concerned, and yet he can't help it. In reality, she is an omnipotent vampire that can annihilate the entire city in one night if she desires. But in his eyes she still remains as the fragile girl who is too shy to talk to people and sometimes froze like a statue when she's scared. He's being unreasonable but who can blame him. He has someone that he doesn't want to lose no matter what.

"Come over here." Willow pulled him up so he can face her. "Look at me, big boy," she demanded.

His eyes immediately melted at the very sight of her breathtaking features. The gifts of immortality had suits her. She's the most beautiful woman in the world.

"I'm fine," she said. "I'm more than fine." She cupped his face and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Morphin could feel himself getting excited again. Damn! If only I still have some strength, I'll definitely extend that 8 hours that we shared.

Willow had then pushed him from their joined lips and said, "Let me fix that." She rested her left hand on his chest to support his entire weight while her right moved towards the left side of her neck. Smiling wickedly, she scraped her skin with her sharp nails, gushing out bloods from her neck.

And with a speed he could not catch, both her hands were now holding his head, drawing him towards the pooling amount of blood on her neck. His head misted and his vampiric instinct immediately took over on the scent of blood. He plunged his fangs on her already grazed neck and completely lost control when her blood drips inside his mouth.

Her arms wrapped around him then, locking him completely to her. "That's it," she whispered as he brushed the length on his hair. "Drink."

He did. And he didn't stop draining her, not until he's fully recharged. Morphin withdraws from his bite and roared, arching his back as all of his strength returned in full power. His muscles strained and his insides boiled as his body overflowing with energy seeks for relief.

Glaring beneath him, everything else is hazy except for the blonde beauty that he caged with his enormous size.

He can already feel that side of him taking over, the beastly part of him that solely hungers for flesh and meat. Flesh and meat of his beloved Bride.

Willow lovingly caressed a side of his face with her palm. "Feeling better now, big boy?"

He growled in approval.

"That's great then," she closed her eyes and smiled. "Now, it's time to eat."


Willow walked unsteadily through the cold and noisy streets of Detroit looking for an unwary human to prey on. She shouldn't be here. She'd already fed two days ago, enough to keep her sated for the next week. However, Morphin had nearly took all the blood from her system, not to mention that he'd also pushed herself beyond her limits on their previous session.

So here she is, in a very nasty situation. She's both thirsty and feeling so sore especially in between her legs that ache so much each time she took a step.

"Hey Miss, are you okay?" A feminine voice called her from behind.

Willow turn around to the stranger on the same time that her knees finally gave up. The faceless stranger caught her before had she completely fallen to the concrete sidewalk.

"Oh my god, Miss," she exclaimed. She helped her to straighten her wobbly legs up and escorted her to the nearest sidewalk bench where she rested her aching body, fuzzy head, and itching throat. "Can you hear me, Miss?"

"Thirsty," she heavily gasped for air, searching for some relief on the hellish thirst that she'd been enduring for about an hour already. She's at the edge of control, her body is numb and could not move, and if she can't find a way to alleviate her bloodlust, her Berserker might take over and if that happen, the casualties will be dear. "Need…to…drink…something."

"Here," she heard the stranger say followed by a sweet and sour fluid that is being poured through her mouth. It's not blood but somehow, even though by a little, it gives the same relief that blood can offer. "Hope this help."

She continued to drink the odd tasting fluid until she completely emptied the container. And she was surprised that she's actually starting to feel better. Though she's not satisfied, she's somehow in control on her bloodlust now.

"Do you need another one?" she offered.

Willow nodded weakly. Whatever is that thing that she's pushing on her throat is definitely working. So if there's more of that juice then bring it on. She emptied another bottle of it and felt a lot better. Blinking her blurry vision, she tried to gaze at the still faceless person that helped her.

Her eyes slightly widened when she gained a comprehensible view of the girl. To her surprise and wonder, the girl looks exactly like her, or to be more precise, almost looks like her when she was still human.

"Thanks," she breathed, locking her eyes more intently to her look alike. More or less, she surely looks like her but she doesn't have those freckles that she had when she was still mortal. She's also thinner and she doesn't have that pear shaped waist that can make her husband crazy. But she has that gray eyes with bluish tinge, a unique eye color that she only shared with her father, William McKenzie.

"You okay?" she asked.

She nodded, licking her lips for some remaining drops of the fluid that she'd just drunk. "I guess so. What's that stuff anyway?"

She smiled shyly and said, "Its tomato juice, sort of my power drink."

Weird taste but it surely did save her ass. "Cool pick."

"I still have one left, you can have it if you want?" she said, gesturing to her bag.

"Yes please." The girl pulled another bottle for her and Willow consumed half of its content in one gulp.

The girl stared intently to her both in concern and wonder. "What happened to you?"

Willow took another shot and then exhaled deeply, trying to get rid of some of her discomforts due to her thirst. "Forgot to take my meal, got screwed up out here, and…you know the rest."

The girl nodded, appeared to understand her situation with the scarce details that she gave. "You feel better now?" she asked, brushing the strands of hair that obstruct Willow's face.

Willow smelled the scent of her blood when she touched her hair, making her slide away a little distance from her. The smell of her blood was so mouthwatering that she's starting to feel uncomfortable on her throat again. She needs a real blood to quench her thirst as soon as possible if she doesn't want to ruin what she'd established to herself for the last 18 years ever since she'd become a vampire and a berserker. "Sorry but I have to go."

The girl just looked at her with a bewildered expression as she made her escape route away from her. "Hey, wait," she tried to call after her.

But it was too late. She'd already disappeared through the crowd.


Willow had spent a good 10 minutes just walking around looking for a safe place to teleport back to Metro Station before she found an almost customer-less bookstore with a good an empty corner which is a perfect site for her to do her transportation trick.

Transmitting back Home, she materializes to her room on the Guests' Area where she left her nearly lifeless husband after spending almost the entire day doing their sexual escapade. Even though Morphin's place is a lot cozier and definitely grander in comparison, Willow still enjoys the comfort of her own room in the Guests' Area. She just had a lot of wonderful memories in this place that she can't just let go of it despite of many decades that had passed. The same thing is also true with her husband. In fact, between the two of them, it was Morphin who is more eager on staying on her old place. He said that her room has this unique ambiance that has an unexplainable effect on him. Willow knows what he means and she could not agree more.

However, Morphin was no longer on their room when she returned and it appears that he won't be back for quite a while.

He told her earlier that he's going to meet a human businessman who is interested in buying one of the lands that he owns.

Kind of funny to imagine that even among the immortals, money is still a vital part. But why wouldn't it? Despite their different nature, they are still living in a world along with the humans. A world ruled by money.

Willow went to her door and peeked outside. When she was certain that no one is around, she exited her room and checked other rooms.

By reading the thoughts of its occupants, she discerned which among the three rooms is safe to infiltrate. The occupant of the room no. 2 is not around while the one on room no. 1 is still awake and has company. That leaves room no. 3, the room next to hers. It is occupied by a 23 year old woman named Trina. She's the poor girl who is the regular victim of their lovemaking noises. She will often rush to their door and bang it several times, yelling to her and Morphin to keep their noises down.

Willow doesn't really prefer the girls from the Guests' Area. Women bloods are not really her type. She prefers the bloods of sinners since she will not feel much remorse in case she accidentally kills them. But at the moment, she's out of options. She must prepare her self control on top gear to quench her thirst and spare Trina her life.

Luckily, she's sleeping right at the moment, making her the perfect prey for her. Teleporting inside her room, she stealthily moved closer to the serenely sleeping girl. Her fangs starting to soak with venom as the scent of her blood grows stronger as she gets closer.

Trina is lying on her side, exposing her neck which is barely covered by her long auburn hair. Willow crawled to her bed and knelt behind her, brushing the strands of hair that obstruct her prey's blood rich neck.

The urge to feed is so strong but Willow knows that she needs to control herself if she doesn't want to kill Trina on the process. She killed too many people already and she doesn't want to add another one on her list.

Willow slowly dipped her mouth downward towards the young woman's neck while keeping the beast inside her in restrain. Carefully, she sunk her fangs on the artery of her neck and sucked the odd flavored fluids from her that quenched the excruciating itch on her throat. She continued until the discomfort on her throat was under control and then she pulled away before she could pursue any further and drain her dry.

Swallowing the remaining blood on her mouth, she looked down on Trina's neck and watched her bite mark disappear. Willow smiled in satisfaction on her work. If it were the 'Her' 18 years ago, Trina will be lucky if she'll just end up dead.

Willow shuddered upon reminiscing the times when she was still a newly turned vampire. The Berserker inside her was so powerful that whenever she gets thirsty, she will pile a lot of dead bodies afterwards.

Her experiences during all of those years were extremely excruciating. When she was still a human, she never killed or harmed a single animal. But upon awakening in her new life, the first thing she'd done was butcher 13 innocent people. She'd almost lost her mind back then when she realized what she'd done and what she'd become, and if weren't of her husband, she could have gone completely nuts.

Willow teleported out of Trina's room immediately, her thirst might be relieved but not yet quench, and she doesn't want to be anywhere near the unaware girl when her urge to feed return again knowing what will be the consequences. She went back to her room thinking of the next thing that she will do and where she must go.

And now that her head is somehow cleared, her thoughts drifted back to the girl that helped her earlier. She can't still get out of her mind the undeniable resemblance between the two of them.

I wonder who she is? She thought.


George tried to tiptoe pass the living room where her Dad is patiently waiting for her. She's certain that her overprotective father will have some words with her after her another incident earlier of ditching her bodyguards that are supposed to fetch and escort her home right after her night classes.

She do understand that her Dad just want to ensure her safety but the bulky looking men that surrounds her wherever she goes are so intimidating, making her look weirder which is the last thing that she wanted. She already had a lot of weird stuffs her body and an addition is definitely unhealthy.

"George," her Dad called when she was barely reaching the stairs.

George cursed under her breathe. Looks like her stealthy moves only works on her bodyguards. "Yes Dad," she replied awkwardly.

"Come over here," he ordered in a firm but unthreateningly way.

Her Dad was now up from the couch when she entered the living room, arms crossed over his chest, his expression stern, and his eyes locked on her.

For some moment she'd waited for him to say something but when the silence from him started to grow uncomfortable it was her that broke the silence. "What it is, Dad?"

"You know what it is. You escaped from your bodyguards again."

George stared on the floor, ashamed to meet her father's eyes. Her entire life, her Dad had never demanded of anything from her, either from her studies or any academic or extra curricular achievements. Though she's doing great, he'd never once pressured her to do better. He always said that as long as it was already her best then it's enough.

The only thing that he asked from her is to keep those annoying bodyguards for her protection. And even though they irritate her to the very core of her being, she doesn't want to fail her Dad to the only thing that he'd ever asked from her. But at times like earlier, her nature that demands autonomy had won over promise and failed her father. "I'm sorry, Dad." There was no reply from him which immediately alarmed George. "Please, don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad," he said gently.

George lifted her head up and gaze on her father's face. Not a single sign of anger can be seen on his expression, if there's one, it's being troubled.

"I'm just bothered. I think I'm doing it all wrong again."

"No you're not!" George defended immediately. One thing about her father is that he's always blaming himself if something bad happen. "You didn't do anything wrong. It's just me being stubborn."

"And I'm failing in figuring out why," he sighed. "I know, I'd asked you something without even asking if you're fine with it."

"Does that matter?"

"Of course it matters," he said. "It always does."

"Well," George chews her lower lip. "I really don't like the bodyguards."

"But you need them."

She nodded in agreement. Yeah, she certainly needed them. Despite of her personal inconvenient, they are necessary. "Yeah, I need them."

"So, how do you want it to be?"

"Just cut down the manpower, Dad. Six bulky men that are twice or even thrice my size are not that necessary for me to be safe, I think even just one bodyguard, a female bodyguard is enough to make me feel safe and comfortable. With what it is right now, people think that I'm some sort of mafia or something."

"Fine," he approved immediately which quite surprise George. Though her father is not the strict type, he's also not the easy to bargain one. "If that's what you want, then so be it."

"Really?" she said in disbelief. Wow, she didn't think that it was this easy. It could have save her a lot of troubles if she'd known it beforehand.

"Really."

George half-run towards her Dad and embraced him tightly. "Oh, thank you so much Dad. You're the best!"

"Everything for you, honey." Her father also wrapped his arms around her and lovingly embraced her in the same manner.

"I love you, Dad."

"I love you too," he said, kissing her forehead.

George treasured the sweet moment with her father. If most kids her age are annoyed of having their parents around, not her. She love every moment that she share with her parents especially with her Dad that love and care for her so unconditionally.

"Aahhhhh!"

A sudden scream coming from upstairs followed by the sound of something breaking had interrupted them. They parted and wondered what is going on but the crashing sounds was already an omen of what to expect. Sooner, they saw the caregiver running down the stairs.

"What's going on?" George immediately asked.

"It's Madam," the caregiver said. "She's being hostile again."

"Mom," she breathed and hurried upstairs towards her mother's room.

When she arrived at her bedchamber, the place was an embodiment of chaos. Her mother looks scared, disoriented, screaming while throwing anything that she could touch towards her Private Nurse who is trying to calm her down.

"GO AWAY! GO AWAY!" Her Mom screamed to the Nurse while throwing another vase to her. "I don't need you! I don't need you!"

"Ma'am, please calm down," the Nurse attempted to place reason to her again, only to be answered with another flying vase.

"I said, go away! Go away!" her Mom screamed louder, growing more hostile by the seconds.

George just stood at the doorstep, half-stunned and can't decide of what she should do. Her mother's condition had been like this ever since she was a little girl and even before she was born according to her Dad. First was depression then progresses to alcoholism, and now schizophrenia.

"I want my daughter! Where's my baby?!" she demanded fiercely. "I want my baby! Where is she?! Where is she?!"

George then snapped and hurriedly approached her mother. "Mom," she called out, diverting her attention from the Nurse.

Her Mom's violent expression immediately softened when she saw her. He anger and anxiety diminished and replaced with relief. Her eyes that were once filled with aggression and rage are now expressing overwhelming love.

However, there's a catch on it. It's not for her. Yeah, it is for her but at the same time it's not.

"Willow!" Georgia McKenzie cried as she hurried to hug her. "Willow," she sobbed against her. "Where have you been? Where have you been? Mommy thought you leave her again."

"No Mom, I'm just here."

"Don't leave Mommy, Willow. Don't leave Mommy," she sobbed harder, embracing her tighter, like she's after that she might disappear is she loosens her hold. "I can't leave without you, I can't leave without you."

George wiped her Mom's tears as she continued to pretend being her dead older sister again. "Don't worry Mom, I'm not going anywhere."

Her Mom finally calm down, giving her Nurse a chance to offer her a medication putting her to sleep. George immediately looked for her Dad when she exited her Mom's room. She knows that her father had followed her and saw everything that happened during her Mom's earlier outrage. But as always he just stood at the doorstep consumed with grief and hopelessness.

George doesn't know the entire story but know enough details about her older sister, Willow. All she knows is that 18 years ago, Willow had runaway from home and was unfortunately murdered. It was none of their parents' fault but her Mom still keeps on blaming her Dad as well her Dad who still continually blames himself over her death.

She found him sitting inside his room holding a glass of whiskey. "I thought the doctor advised you to stop drinking."

"It doesn't matter," he croaked, taking a huge gulp on the remaining whiskey on his glass. "I'm going to hell anyway."

"Dad, don't say that."

"Why not? After all, this is all my fault that things had gone into this," he said in a sluggish voice. "I killed your sister."

George kneeled beside him, taking his hand into hers. "You didn't kill her, Dad. You tried everything in your power to save her. You can't keep blaming yourself on the things that are out of your control."

"That's the point. I have control over everything back then and I screwed it up."

"What do you mean?"

"I think it's time for you to know the truth about your sister. How she died and why did she runaway in the first place."

END OF CHAPTER 1