Thanks for the lovely reviews. I was told I should turn it in to a full story so that's the plan =]

Hopefully I have the will power to see it to the end. Warning in advance, I am quite the quitter but I promise I will try to keep at it :P

I might make the relations in this like that from Labyrinth (Sarah x Jareth) so if you have seen that, then there is a heads up for you of what I'm thinking bout the story so far :D

And in reply to ThreeBooksInTheFire, yes I am a girl :P and thank you.

Queen Of Nightshade, I too would like to know what Dusk's first name is but then again it could just be Dusk he chose as his taken name. I might create a real name for him though, we shall see :P

Anyway, thanx again. Enjoy Xx

"Give up on it vampire boy, you ain't getting outta here," came the voice from what Dusk presumed to be the next cell.

He edged closer towards the thick brick wall.

"There must be a way," he whispered into the stony surface.

"Ha, I've been here for about 500 years kid. There's no escape," the voice replied doubtfully.

Dusk seethed.

Another voice joined the conversation, "Yes but I heard Baron Vengeous escaped from Russia's Sanctuary, aren't they even more tight on security?"

It was then that the memory of Baron's escape re-appeared in Dusk's head. Of course. He had escaped with the help of Billy-Ray-Sanguine!

Unfortunately, he and Sanguine had never really enjoyed one another's company. They had been civil under the command of the Baron but there was a very noticeable tension between both males.

"He can't be my only hope," Dusk whispered, quietly enough this time so that the other prisoners would not hear.

Sinking down against one of the rough walls he desperately tried to rake through his head of objects or people he knew who would have the ability to free him. Yet, whilst thinking he realised even if he did have a solution how was it to know he needed help? How was he to contact the thing?!

Before Dusk could release another scream of frustration the ground beneath him started to crack, the cobbles broke apart and earthy dust covered the cell.

After the dust cleared Dusk stared into the familiar face.

His eyes were covered by his large sunglasses, his golden hair still untamed. However, Dusk noticed he looked paler. He could smell that is heartbeat was decreasing; he was dying.

Sanguine clutched to his once white shirt that was now covered in the oozing red substance.

"Here's the deal, you don't like me and I don't much like you either but we both have something that we can give to the other," Sanguine stuttered, his usual cocky voice struggling for breath.

"I'm listening," Dusk replied coolly.

"I'm going to need a few bites to the neck and then some of the ingredients for that syringe thing you use, you do that for me I get you outta this dumpster. How's that sound to ya?" Sanguine replied with difficulty.

Dusk smirked, "You'd rather become a wild carnivorous beast that thrives on death than be dead yourself?"

"Wouldn't be a very good assassin if I died myself now would I?" he whispered.

"You do realise that you will be infected for 3 days, in which you will be unable to do anything without my command," Dusk replied eerily.

"Wait! Darn I didn't think of that, how about I…"

But without giving Sanguine time to consider, Dusk swiftly glided towards him and grabbed his neck, sinking his fangs deep.

The blood poured out of the wound and into his mouth, it trickled down his throat. His taste buds were alive once more, his teeth covered in scarlet.

The blood was sickly sweet, he could smell it, feel it, taste it. He sucked the blood vigorously, not wishing to stop. The taste was so overpowering.

A gasp from Sanguine acted as an alert. Dusk was taking in too much blood. He had to stop.

Quit it Dusk, think, when you are free from this hell hole you can get as much blood as you wish for! he told himself and with great effort he pulled his mouth away from Sanguine's neck.

Ripping into his arm he produced some of his own blood; it was far darker than any mortals.

"Here, drink," he said, placing his wrist above Sanguine's mouth; allowing the blood to drop onto his tongue.

Sanguine gulped; his face was even paler. He needed to take in as much of Dusk's blood as he could; time was running out for him.

Suddenly, the Texan's body flopped lifelessly into Dusk's arms.

Dusk's watery grey eyes widened in panic. He had taken too much blood from him; he had killed him. Now he was never going to escape. What a fool he had been!

However, before Dusk could react to the event Sanguine's body began to shake.

Suddenly, his body shot upwards and he began to breath heavily.

Sanguine stared into Dusk's eyes. Even with the glasses, Dusk could see into his eyes, right to his very soul. It was no longer a human's soul.

Dusk smiled, "Welcome to my world."

Sanguine growled after regaining his breath.

Dusk laughed evilly, Having Sanguine in his control would be very entertaining, had he not more important things to focus on. Still, he would try to make the most of the 3 days.

" Let's go. I've got some hunting to do," Dusk hissed viciously, an evil smirk creasing his face.

Sanguine nodded obediently and took hold of Dusk's arm.

The ground broke apart and the two males disappeared into its depths.

Thanks for telling me about that slight problem ThreeBooksinTheFire. Yeh that slipped my mind, my bad! Fixed it now though, thanking you :D

I remembered Dusk and Sanguine not really liking one another in the book so I thought I would have to make a compromise for the two. Hope no one minds Sanguine being a vampire :P

Please Read and Review, constructive criticism welcome =]

Ruby Rage Xx