Leaving The US Behind

William's fingers drummed along the handle of the limousine door that had picked both he and his little wolf up from the hotel that he and his entourage had been staying at. With another limousine following behind behind driven by Colin. It had taken everything to keep Antonio from killing his new pet before he had turned her. William was leaving the US, he had enough of the greasy tasting blood in his system. He yearned for the blood of the English, intoxicating and invigorating. He glanced to his right to see Kiara bound in ropes next to him.

If she would not come willingly William would make her return to the United Kingdom with him, regardless of what she wanted. She was his now to do with what he wanted.

"Oh come on love...Smile, you will love England" he teased her.

Kiara didn't answer. She felt like she was drowning. Every second without Sophie's laughter made her sink more into a darkness she had tried to avoid for years.

She wanted to dismember everyone around her, to bathe in blood and experience pain so deep that it would override the emptiness inside her.

She didn't even care that she was tied, William didn't know she had been trained to break through ropes. She was just biding her time for now.

William chuckled to himself at her lack of response, she had been like this since they had left the hotel. He knew that she wanted to say something but was refraining from doing so.

"Shame, your daughter would have loved England. The sea side and cotton candy and rock, oh yes but you killed her" he laughed to himself.

He leaned over and grabbed a bottle of blood wine that he had taken Kiara on her last visit.

Kiara's brow twitched. She was getting annoyed at William's constant babbling.

"Are all brits this annoying and stupid? or are you just incapable of keeping your mouth shut for two seconds?" she hissed back, wanting to be left alone to her thoughts.

She turned to look out the window "gods...like hearing a freaking parrot talk to itself" she muttered.

William sipped on his champagne flute filled with blood wine as he chuckled to himself at hearing her words about his people.

"If the definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting different results then surely my quest for your obedience ranks me as one of the maddest" he grinned sipping on his glass "But unfortunately for you love, I enjoy your disobedience and I shall enjoy bending and shaping you to my perfect pet" he winked "......And as for parrots, I find them vile and disgusting as much as humans, as much as your daughter" he whispered to her

She quirked a brow 'perfect pet'? he sounded like Russell but with even less of the knowledge needed to attain his goal. Yeah...William had no chance in making her submissive. Russell had a good chance when she'd still been innocent and reeling from a gang rape but William had pissed her off, royally as they say and now, unlike her 18 yr old self, she had the skills and the power to back her anger.

"I suppose this is my fault to be honest... I had thought you better than the baser vampires but I suppose vampires are stupid regardless of continent"

"I believe that I could say the same about were's my little wolf" he grinned draining his glass of blood and placing it back in it's holder.

He glanced out of the window to see the life of Dallas pass by him as nothing, he enjoyed his stay here but now he missed London. He ran his hand through his hair before snapping and backhanding Kiara hard across the face watching as her head bounced off the glass window.

"In the past I actually appreciated the methods to your manipulations...But you are mine now and you will show my respect love" he snapped.

Her head bounced hard on the glass but she didn't even flinch. Clearly this wasn't the first time she'd been backhanded with such force.

"Respect is earned William... not forced, even a buffoon like you should know that"

"Touché" he grinned.

William let his index finger glide across his lower lip, turning his body a little in her direction as he let his free hand rest on her upper thigh.

"Such fire in you my little wolf...I wonder if Compton ever divulged into that fire of yours" he whispered letting his hand drift further up her leg and in-between her thighs feeling her warmth on his hand.

She shrugged "He always feared harming me in bed so he always restrained himself. He, like many underestimated my stamina and tolerance" she said casually not even reacting to his wondering hand.

"But I suppose any man treads with caution when he's bedding a whore"

William could not help but laugh at Kiara's words about Compton, halting his hand that was melted between her thighs.

"Compton was not worthy, but I can assure you...I have never been gentle" he assured her "...But as for Compton, you do not have to worry about him any longer. His remains are already on their way to London. He did not survive" he grinned.

Taking her silence with joy he inched his hand closer and closer to where he wanted to be as he began stroking her through her clothes.

"Oh I shall enjoy it even more when you do not fight me love" he whispered.

Kiara shrugged. She couldn't tell, nor did she bother figuring out if William was being truthful about Bill being dead. It didn't even bother her in the least that Bill could be gone, it was as if her ability to feel had been severed.

"Consent... isn't the absence of a 'no' William... just keep that in mind"

"Fiery as always love...I can see what Compton did see in you" he grinned "STOP THE CAR!" he called out to the driver.

He turned to see Kiara remained silent once again, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blade and cut the rope.

"Get out of the car little wolf" he instructed and opened his door.

She blinked but shrugged and got out. She doubted William had decided to free her so that blade could only mean bad things involving blood.

She got out as best she could and stood there beside the limo looking very odd and out of place.

William gazed around him to see that they were just outside the Dallas airport, a large Anubis air-craft was waiting on the tarmac. He glanced to the other black limousine parked up behind his own and the door open and Max vacate and walk towards he and Kiara.

"Brother why have you stopped?" Max questioned William.

William smirked and indicated to the driver who was gazing out of the side view mirror.

"Bring him out mate" William called to the driver.

Kiara rolled her eyes. Great... looks like William wanted to start with a 3 some then. Or William had brought someone that he thought she cared for. She had a few ideas of whom William would bring but none really made her heart race or anything.

Only Sophie could evoke her emotions and she was dead by her hands.

The driver's side door opened and out appeared Clive as he bent down to pick something up. He appeared around the front of the car cradling the boy from the hotel still drenched in dried blood. He lay lifeless in Clive's arms with fresh vampire bites over his arms and neck.

"This is Jeremy, four years old....Barely alive, but my blood will heal him....and only if you get on that plane without fighting me love...He can live again, but his life lies in your hands. Tick tock love, tick tock" he grinned teasing her.

Kiara blinked, now really confused. Some strange child? William was clearly daft

"William... I only cared for my own daughter. This random child means nothing to me. It would be best if he died as he would be traumatized by your lackey. Or you could turn him but I hear vampires frown upon such things" she said casually.

She moved to lean against the limo to keep her balance. "Was that really your ace in the hole?"

William suspected that Kiara would attempt to throw something at him. He walked towards the boy, letting his finger dip into the fresh wound given by one of his vampire entourage.

"You see, I knew Russell quite well love and what you are...This child may in fact be a stranger to you, but if you look closely you will see something different" he grinned.

William had searched high and low since his return to the UK, William knew of his little wolf's inability to conceive. Through research he had found something that he did not suspect, another sibling.

She frowned and shrugged. She had no idea where William was going with this.

"So you and Russell were butt buddies... big deal. He did loads of things to me, even had me bear children for the sake of more fighters. Doesn't mean I've cared for any other child other than my little girl. Any other child born to be during my enslavement to Russell is either dead, another slave or something I care not to feel for"

So it seemed that William had to push a few more buttons to get here to heed to his ways.

"Oh love, Russell and I were far more than that....But as for your so called daughter who you did not give birth to is dead....This boy is her only sibling, kept away in secret by your so called lover Compton. He would deny you the chance to care for another child, the last link to Sophie that you will ever have" he grinned.

But William could see that he was not getting where he wanted to with her as he turned to Max.

"Give the boy to Colin, and tell him to leave the body where no one will ever find him" he smirked to his brother.

He watched his brother approach the driver of his limousine and take the lifeless boy from his arms.

Kiara shrugged "Not the first time Bill wanted to be high handed with me. His fault. His obsessive need for control will always be his undoing" she said casually.

She shifted her stance, tired of standing and being tied up like some wannabe kidnap victim.

William watched his brother Max take the boy to the limousine in back to give the boy to Colin. So his plan had failed, he slowly approached his little wolf with a sly smirk on his face leaning in close.

"Someone such as you, no emotion...Quite a turn on if I do say so myself...But until you are truly mine" he ended in a whisper "You will do what I say, when I say it love" he grinned grabbing hold of her hair and yanking her head back "Now you will get your arse on that plane without a fight" he hissed in her ear.

Kiara shrugged again. "I wonder if you overcompensate with all that anger... Bill had an easier time getting me to do things and he didn't even love me" she said casually as she yanked her head away from his hand, several bloody chunks of hair left in her wake as she made her way to the plane. It didn't matter, here, abroad, the end result would be the same.

"Love is for poof's love" he called out after her.

Holding her hair in his hand as he tossed it to Clive who dropped it instantly, he called to his entourage to vacate their vehicle and follow his little wolf in pursuit. William was going to enjoy taming his little wolf, no matter what it took. The anticipation of getting back to England was already on his mind. William was ready to leave the US behind.