Aselia stirred and slowly opened her eyes, it was pitch dark in her surroundings. Seemed like a confined space with no window. Her hands were tied behind her back, and so were her legs, the ropes deeply cutting in her skin. She groaned and lifted herself from the cold floor she had been lying on.

"What is this place?" she grumbled, too annoyed with herself for getting caught and her mind went back to the events.

"Yuri!" she almost gasped, remembering he had shifted after seeing the intruders. She frantically whipped her head around, trying to see in the dark if Yurian was there. But she couldn’t sense any presence in the darkness.

Her thoughts went to the man with blue eyes, who was he? And what did he want with her? She remembered feeling a chill when she stared at him and knew he was no ordinary vampire and now she was here. All her attacks didn’t affect him, there was something malicious about him.

The door finally opened, disrupting Aselia’s thoughts and flooding the room with light as a switch was turned on. Aselia squinted her eyes, letting her eyes adjust to the blinding light.

"Tch, tch, look at you. Looking all miserable. Let’s see you use that uncontrollable tongue of yours. I am going to rip it out of your mouth," a shrill female voice spoke full of disdain.

Aselia lifted her eyes and gazed in her direction. She was extremely beautiful with long raven hair and slender legs which were on display from under her skimpy black dress. Her eyes though held a malicious intent, directed toward Aselia. A knowing smile tugged on her perfectly full lips.

"Who are you?" Aselia questioned, eyeing her from head to toe and that smile disappeared to be replaced by a frown.

"So you are going to pretend you don’t even remember me after you destroyed my life, you bitch," she crossed the room using her vampiric speed and grabbed Aselia’s golden hair and painfully jerked them, making her slightly flinch. Her angered eyes bore into Aselia’s perturbed ones and she yanked her hair some more, expecting Aselia to cry out in pain. But, Aselia being Aselia was stubborn, she fought the pain not giving her the satisfaction she sought.

Seeing her plan fail, the girl slapped Aselia hard across her face, leaving a red mark on her skin. Aselia glared back at her, this time with so much ferocity that she almost wanted to take a step back.

"I don’t know what your problem is, but I have never seen you before in my life. Don’t know what you are implying or trying to achieve with these petty actions," Aselia vehemently hissed at her.

"You took him away from me. He was the love of my life and he discarded me like used tissue paper once you stepped in his life. Don’t act so holy, Aselia. You know what I am talking about," she was enraged at the thought that Aselia would act like this. While the elven girl was a bit astonished that she knew her name.

"Who? Is this about Jaguar?" Aselia asked, confusedly because her conversation was not making sense.

"Jaguar? Who is that? I am talking about Xiran you dumb bitch," she pulled Aselia’s hair again as her nostrils flared and eyes darkened. Aselia gasped.

’Great, the mystery man has a psychotic girlfriend who has gotten her kidnapped because she believes I am involved with him,’ Aselia thought to herself and wanted to facepalm.

"I don’t even know the man. Till a few days ago I didn’t even know he existed," Aselia told her, trying to get her hair out of her tightened grasp.

"You expect me to believe that? How dumb do you think I am?" she furiously asked. Her eyes remained fixed on Aselia’s face and all she could see was confusion and then it dawned on her that maybe her memories had been taken by Xiran. Because Aselia she knew was hard-headed and spoke whatever she wanted, she wouldn’t deny knowing her.

Just then the room filled with another presence and Aselia’s eyes darted to the man who had entered. With his hands behind his back, he stood in the door frame with the coldest pair of eyes she had ever seen. He was scanning her like a detective, taking in every tiny detail without uttering a word. Aselia almost shuddered under his scrutinized glare but she didn’t lower her eyes.

"Treia! Did you hit her?" he calmly asked, but there was a hidden sense of danger in his voice.

"Yes!" Treia replied a bit flustered, letting go of Aselia’s hair.

"I told you not to damage her until I talk to her first, can’t you understand simple instructions? Get out," his gaze was still transfixed on Aselia as Treia’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment. She scrambled to her feet and halted near him to whisper something in his ear and then rushed out.

With calculated steps, he stepped closer to Aselia and grabbing a silver chair from the corner he dragged it, making grating noise against the floor. Reaching where Aselia was tied he propped it there before settling on it and crossing his legs.

He leaned closer and his hand reached out to Aselia. She tried to move away but the wall behind her restricted her movement. The pad of his thumb grazed Aselia’s stinging cheek and she experienced extreme revulsion from his touch. The disgusted face she made reminded him of Princess Elsaine all over again. But he didn’t withdraw his hand.

"What is your name?" he simply asked, keeping a neutral face.

"Who are you? And why am I here?" Aselia threw her questions instead of answering them.

"Listen here little elf. I will ask the questions and you will answer them, obediently. Or I will make you so miserable that you will forget the very existence of yourself," his hand slipped from her cheek to the nape of her neck and he applied enough pressure there to pain her, his nails dug deep and pierced her skin, the drops of blood began to dribble out and travel down to her neck. His tongue darted out and he licked his lower lip, making Aselia cringe away and writhe under his hold.