A/N: I know, I don't often give an authors notice, but this story is dedicated to, and thought up by, Torchwood-Babe. Ty, this chapter was fun to write, and for once, challenged me ^.^

My constant

Aro sat in the throne, unmoving, just staring ahead. He liked this, it was calm, it was normal.

He and his brothers would sit, occasionally speaking, and feeding at noon and evening. It was normal and unchanging, like the desert, always hot, always calm.

Perfect

That was the only word for it. He closed his eyes with a smile, hearing as his noon meal approached. It was a fun feast every afternoon, the struggling, the taste, even the screams made it all perfect. Sometimes Marcus would choose one human to bed with before finishing it off, sometimes he wouldn't.

Sometime Caius would leave his prey to die, too full to finish, sometime he would drink every last drop.

It always depended on the day and the mood; it was always familiar, always accepted. Until these 'immortal children' came into play, they were different, odd. And dangerous, they could expose them to the humans.

If the humans found out there would be kayos. The nice, quiet desert would turn into a wild storm, and hell would set on earth.

So, we forbade them, and killed all that were as of yet, made. It almost made him sad… almost.

He finished his meal and thanked his guards for cleaning up the mess as he sat down and dabbed his lips with a silk napkin. And spoke softly with his brothers about our meals. Today, Marcus didn't acquire a bed mate, but Alec had finished off Caius's last victim, he hadn't been to hungry this meal.

Then it happened. My soft, warm, constant sand turned into an unpredictable ocean. The waters immediately shifted in an entirely different direction. Everything turned upside down, the moment he walked in, my non beating heart clenched as I first saw the pale golden hair, the moment I looked upon a tainted angel

A/N: sirry it isn't a long chapter, it will get nice and long in chapters to come