Free Enslaved by C C Phoenixx

wield any vampiric power that is imaginable, she will either enslave all races or she will rule them with peace, guide them to their potential.
     
    "The only problem is, the Siren is not human or vampire, she is a mix a- a hybrid. She can blend in with humans and mingle with vampires, she has both the races' instincts and she cannot be killed, for she is truly immortal. She is a goddess sent to Earth and her council is spread all over the world...there are ten council members and they are far more powerful than the Guardians. And her mate is the only one who can sway her judgment, for his input will decide the fate of every human and vampire." Heather murmured and suddenly her expression went blank, her body shivered and collapsed to the floor.
     
    A vampire was up and moving before anyone else could slide their seat back, his name was Tole and he was the Oracle's mate.
     
    "She is seeing the future, hush for noise will disturb her sight," Tole cautioned quietly, cradling his mate in his arms.
     
    After a few moments Heather awoke and was helped to her feet by her mate. Her eyes were dull and tired-seeming as they swung around the table, searching...they finally rested on Vince with a quizzical look to her dark blue irises.
     
    "You, your name." She ordered, pointing a slightly shaking finger in Vince's direction.
     
    "Vincent Gabe DeChorello , Oracle." Vince answered impassively.
     
    She then spoke to the whole dinning room, "The Siren is in this very building and her mate is in this very room." She met Vince's cold gaze and sized him up. "He is a tall man with black hair as dark as midnight, his eyes are scarlet but used to be the most captivating green in the world. He had a childhood lover, still is the love of his life, and he'd do anything for her....for Vince's mate is the Siren."
     
    The room fell silent, all eyes skidded to Vince, for his forever changing life had been sealed, his destiny decided in one evening....
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 20
    Jon shot out of his seat while Vince sat back, appearing unconcerned and lazy as he took hold of a goblet of blood and swallowed the contents thirstily.
     
    "I know who his mate is!" Jon declared loudly and Vince froze, cup a few inches from his mouth while Vince's eyes widened slightly. Jon wouldn't, he thought...
     
    But Jon did.
     
    "Speak up, Jonathan!" Savant ordered briskly as everyone's ears perked up to hear the news.
     
    Vince worked without thinking, if the the vampires found out that VIKTORIA was the Siren, they'd tear her to pieces without hesitation. So, without a thought, Vince stood up in a blur, taking hold of a steak knife and flinging it with precision at his brother's arm.
     
    It hit its target, the top of Jon's shoulder.
     
    He yelped in pain, eyes bugging out in shock as they sliced over to Vince's enraged gaze.
     
    "Shut your mouth, brother or I'll kill you in front of everyone. No force will be able to save you if you leak an ounce of information." Vince said in a deathly cold voice, his face darkening with pure rage. The candles that helped light the dinning room dimmed as a cold gust of wind laced the air, causing the flames' tips to sway erratically. The crimson walls seemed to bleed its red color out as shadows crept up every inch of the pain, causing them to turn as black as the nighttime sky. The pale faces of the vampires were thrown into shadow as the candlelight danced upon their features like a hand aglow as it stroked the contours of each person's intrigued facial mask.
     
    Jon grinned and yanked the knife out of his flesh, "Oh, but don't you want to save the vampire race, brother? Or will you let everyone of your kin die in order to save a HUMAN?" Jon demanded, throwing the weapon down onto the table, the blade of the knife striking the wood and embedding itself in the surface of the table.
     
    Vince had no comment for his brother's query, for he himself did not know the answer to the question.
     
    "Well, Vincent? Would you