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She took the book, "He doesn't know everything," she looked at him and set the book beside her on the couch, "I will have to tell you some of it," she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before opening them, "Do you want to go first or should I?"

She lightly touched his leg, "Go on," she said softly, leaning forward.

She didn't say anything for the longest time, she simply looked at him. His eyes were filled with pain and remembrance. She reached out and touched his chest, where the majority of the stabbing had most likely been, "When she whispered in your ear, what did she say?" She knew there was pity in his eyes.

"It's amazing what can destroy you," she held his hands tighter, "I was born there, in the place where my grandfather found me," she began softly, "Are you sure you want to hear this?" She paused and waited for him to respond.

She looked down at their entwined hands, "Like I said, I was born in the coven house where my grandfather found me. My mother lived there for nearly 400 years, so naturally that's where she went when she realized she was pregnant. There's something you need to understand before I go on, every coven house has a master vampire, and the master can do whatever they want. It took me about three years to fully mature, born vampires mature much faster than any other creature. Even in my first three years I knew I was different than the rest of the coven, I just didn't realize what that would mean. After I had matured, I was taken to this room," she paused, "It was more like a basement. It's where they keep the half breeds, and the lowest of the vampires." She closed her eyes tight, "I remember it always smell of blood, blood and death and rot and..." she stopped her mind flinching back from the memory.

"Something like that," she said softly, "Vampires love pain and fear, and that room was the home for their toys. The master of the coven, G-" she shook her head, she still couldn't say his name, "Chose me as his favorite," she swallowed, "He had an interesting way to go about torture, sometimes he would beat me, but he would always remember where he had hit me before, what bones he had broken, what cuts he had made, and he would re-break them, open the same wounds," without knowing it she started to rub her right knee, "Or her would drain me, that was almost the worse. He would drink from me until I was almost dead, and then use his blood to bring me back just so that he would do it again." She bit her lip, "But there was one thing that always happened. He was very much onto rape." her jaw clenched.

She felt him stiffen behind her and pull her closer. She put her hands over his and gently rubbed them, "Easy," she whispered, her voice a little unsteady, "That was... a long time ago." She tilted her head back to look at him, "Do you want me to stop?"

"This lasted about thirty years," she continued, "Until one day he told me about this elvish man who had come for me. I was hopeful, for the first time ever, that is until he nearly killed me." Her body shuddered, "I don't remember anything but pain, and then nothing until I woke up in a bed in my grandfather's home." She stopped, "That's the gist of it," she said, "there's more of course. How my grandfather raised me. How we figured out about my bedroom activities. And other things as well. But," she curled up against him, "I don't want to talk about it anymore."