In France sits a mansion that was built on top of a hill in the beautiful countryside. It was meant for a peaceful vacation home but has turned into a magical prison for two vampires. Who's trapped them in this mansion? How did they come to the mansion? And, possibly most dangerous question, what secrets do these feuding vampires hold?

Name: Iola
Age by death: 19
Gender: Female
Personality: Iola is the type who never forgets a grudge. She is stubborn and has a short temper. She is not a person, who easily forgive people and trust them.
Appearance: Iola has long, silver shining hair, which usually sits in a high ponytail. Her fangs is usually showed in her trademark grin or in a snarl. Her blood red eyes usually fades to black, when she is hungry.
Bio: Iola was biten of a vampire lord, who wanted to keep her as a pet. When she got treated badly, she broke out in a fight with him and won. Then she walked out of the castle, beginning a new life as a vampire.[/QUOTE]

Name: James
Age by death: 21
Gender: Male
Personality: James has a very laid back attitude that often makes him come off as uncaring or heartless. He loves to hang around cities and look for humans to feed off between parties.
Appearence: James as crimson red eyes which he hides with contacts most of the time to make his eyes appear a liquid gold. He has chestnut brown hair that falls across his face and a mouth that is nearly always wearing a cocky grin.
Bio: James was turned by an Italian vampire who wanted to play with him as her own personal toy. He eventually found a new direction when the Italian vampire found another toy and ran off.

'I hate males!' Was the only warning before a silverheaded woman came crashing around an corner. Her red eyes blazed with fire and her face was set in a snarl. Her brow was wrinkled and gave her a slightly scorn on the unnatural pretty face. A porcelain face with white skin and perfectly features. Throwing open a random door, she swooped inside and smacked the door closed with a large crash.

Stopping and hiding her face in her head, large beastly snarls ripped from her throat. What had caused this was unknown, but surely it would have to be something with James, him being the only male in her reach. With a swipe of her head, she grapped a chair and throwed it towards the wall, watching it collide with another crash. Her usual beatiful features was scrunched up rage, making her look animallistic.

Crashing another chair, she relaxed slightly with a deep sigh and took a seat on a big couch, throwing her head backwards. "Stupid seal, stupid humans not good for any use than snack backs," she muttered softly, holding up a picture frame, she found on a table next to the couch. On the picture was a 'happy' human couple holding hands in the middle of a kiss. She schrunched her nose up again, before saying outloud: "That girl has the longest nose I ever seen in my life!"

Blinking at the joke, she began laughing at it - a soft, pearlish laughter. It sounded a lot like a small stream, except it wasn't water. I'm not alive, she thought harshly, before laughing louder. It was a little inside joke, she had with herself. The male in her company was far too boring to that - was her own meaning.

James snapped upwards as he heard a crash from a room downstairs. Looking around the room, James tried to figure out where he was. It was certainly somewhere he'd never been before. The last thing he remembered was dancing with a very beautiful French vampire at one of his usual clubs. Maybe this was her home. Score for finding a rich one... James thought to himself before jumping out of the feather bed and making his way downstairs.

Looking around the corner, James saw a very angry looking Iola. "Damn." He muttered as he leaned against the doorway. "And here I thought I was in the home of a beautiful vampire. And all I find is you." He sneered before turning around into the hall in search of the door.

(( Iola is fun to play 83 ))

Hearing James' statement, her hand clensed around the picture. She had a really bad day and she wasn't in the mood for listening to him. "Well, I'm sorry for not being 'a beautiful vampire'!" She screeched loudly, before tucking the picture at him, missing him in a hand width. She jumped up for the couch and stormed out in the hall. Stopping up, she glared at his back, huffing slightly.

Her hands creeped up and layed themselves over eachother and her stance was comfortable. The mood in her face were rather angry, but her stance made it quite childish. Her green dresh fuzzled around on the floor, before laying itself around her feets.

"No one's blaming you, honey." James taunted as he continued to search for a door. "There we go." He smiled as he walked towards the door and was flung backwards against a wall at the end of the hallway.

"What the hell was that?" He shouted as he rubbed his head. "What'd you do to this place?" He asked Iola.

Clenching her hands, she quickly un-clenched them, to take a held of the wall, nearly falling over in laughter. It was just plain funny seeing him go flying. Then she got more serious. "You mean you didn't have anything to do with it?" Her eyes closed wondering, before they opened again, to look at him.

"That thing is laying all over the house, I already have tried several windows. I bet the humans stalking around before, have something to do with it!" She had seen several priests going around muttering slowly, but hadn't bothered to look. After all, she had feed. And they were all old, smelly mans, which she didn't like for dinner.

"Do you think I'd go running towards a door if I knew that was going to happen?" James asked rudely as he stood back up and straightened his clothes. "How'd you even get here? I mean, honestly, its just my luck that I'd get stuck in a giant mansion with the most irritable vampire alive." He said bitterly. "Or rather dead, I suppose." He smiled weakly at his lame joke as he walked up the stairs.

"Did you check and upstairs window?" James called back to Iola as he disappeared up the stairwell.

She rolled his eyes behind his back. "Well excuse me, for trying to deliever a message." She muttered coldly, not intending to let him hear about it. The 'message' was some sickening love letter from some vampire lady, who insisted she should give it to him personally. Snorting at his joke, she heard his question and rolled eyes again.

"Of course, I'm not stupid!" She said kinda of angry. She had waited for him to wake up, so she could give him the message and then he gave her all that bullshit. It made her mad, it really did. I just had to wait to he woke up, I should have abandoned it on his bed, she thougth, smacking her forehead mentally.

Turning on his heel, James made his way back down the stairs and looked at Iola. "Message?" He asked. "What message?" He wondered as he neared her. Looking in her eyes, James searched to find something that would tell him whether or not Iola was in on this whole thing. He couldn't find anything useful but figured there was still time for her to slip up and tell him what was going on.

"Oh, you know, it could be so much. I kinda forgot what it was..." She said innocently, but smiling inside her mind. She sure wasn't to give it out anytime soon. It was also only because she lost that bet. It had been a win for her, if she hadn't got distracted by the scent of someone bleeding. Still she was rather surprised he heard, she would have thought his ears were nearly deaf, seeing as he ignored what she said most of the time.

James narrowed his eyes. "Are you hiding something from me?" He questioned angrily. "Is this some kind of sick game you made up so that you can have your little fantasy with me?" He sneered. "Sorry to disappoint, sweetie. But I'm really not interested in what you're selling." He smirked before disappearing into the kitchen. There had to be blood somewhere, they were vampires after all. Whoever trapped them here must have a plan to feed them.

Opening the fridge, James let out a small groan of disappointment. "You have got to be kidding me." He sighed as he stared at small bags of blood which had most likely been stolen from a blood bank.

Narrowing her eyes, she let her mouth hang open, before she turned angry again. [b]"If this was my fantasy, you wouldn't be here! I wouldn't be trapped! AND-" She chucked the letter at his backhead, "- I would have won that castle!"

She had really been close to getting a castle, her dream for the past life. But no, she was stuck with delievering a letter as a simple delivery boy. Which she weren't, because she wasn't a boy and she sure as hell didn't deliever things!

James rolled his eyes at Iola's outburst before picking up the letter she'd thrown. Opening the envelope and tossing it aside, James read the contents of the letter quickly.

James,
Sorry to stick you in a mansion with that thing that has a temper like a wild bull. But I thought I'd play a little game with you to. A social experiment really. Don't worry about running out of food, the fridge will always be stocked with blood, another magic I made. A

Anyhow, have fun. And good luck getting out,
Anna

"Anna." James sighed as he tossed the letter on the counter. "I was wondering what her name was." He said to Iola as he moved to walk by her. "Now Anna was something to look at." He taunted as he left the kitchen and went to explore the house.

Hissing slightly at his back, she went to pick up the letter. She had delievered it, at least she could read it then! Reaching the last linie, she began to snarl and ripped the paper into small tiny pieces. "This is for making me look like a fool... this is for cheating me for a castle... this is for making me look at the dope!" She continued the ripping.

"If that was what this was about." James called from the hallway. "Then they wouldn't need to do anything. You make a fool of yourself all by yourself." James teased as he entered a room with a large pool table.

"Any idea on how to get out of here?" He asked as he looked into a library. "There must be some ideas in that small brain of yours." He called as he stood, fustrated, in the hallway.

Her, already white hands, got whiter as they gripped closely at the tables side, making it crush slightly. "Shut. Up" Came her slightly strangled answer, her eyes staring holes in the wall. She imagined it was James. Such a sweet revenge it would be.

She snorted, "If I had, I wouldn't be here!" She hissed, high enough for him to hear. Then I would be out, strangling this Anna person! She thought angrily. Then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to relax.

James sighed as he walked into the kitchen. "Will you calm down your hideous temper?" He asked, annoyed. "That's what got us here in the first place." He sighed as he leaned against the door frame. "You're to easily angered. Its very unattractive."

James sighed as he walked over to the fridge and grabbed a bag of blood. "Ugh, its cold. This is torture." He mumbled as he held the bag in his hand.

Opening her eyes, she turned her head slowly. "Well excuse me! Maybe I should just get out of your sight then!" She swiftly turned and headed out of the kitchen, her face set in a, if she hadn't been a vampire, funny mask.

She decided to head to the fartest room from the kitchen - the bathroom. Smacking the door after her, she turned on the tap and splashed water on her face, then she looked up in the mirror. Seeing nothing, but the wall in it. She sighed and sat down on the closed toilet.

Then she put her head between her legs and closed her eyes, trying to calm down. Somehow James always end trickering her nerves, making her a furious bull. It made her irretated that he so easily could make her lose her common sense. That he so easily got under her skin. Because he did, and sometimes it really did hurt.

She softly patted her hair, due to the 'invisible' thing, she had never really looked at herself. It seriously made her doubt she looked great. She stroke a strand quietly and sighed again. She had heard all vampires very beautiful, but she couldn't see it for herself. She also knew her personality was her biggest flaw.

James sighed as Iola left. He'd been lying entirely when he'd said that she wasn't beautiful. But she was so easily upset, how could he resist not teasing her? Taking a deep breath, James looked around the kitchen and was ecstatic to find a microwave and a few mugs. Pouring blood into each of the mugs, James put the mugs in the microwave to warm them.

Sitting on the counter, James pondered how exactly to get out of the small house. Surely no one would go near it with two vampires inside, ruling out a hostage idea. Putting his head back against the cupboard, James let out a low groan of fustration. This was the last thing he had wanted to wake up to.

Straightening herself, she leaned her head on the wall behind her, closing her eyes again. If James didn't want her here, she would find a way out. Seeing as it was set up by a fellow vampire, she ran over a few of the vampire females she knew. If she could set herself into the place of this Anna, she surely would think of something.

The barrier, she assumed, couldn't be holy. Anna would be dead or very pained. Of the tone in the letter, she didn't seem like a vampire to do that. Of course, she could always have making someone else doing it. From what Iola knew of Anna, she could be quite... manipulating, when she wanted.

Feeling her dry throat beginning to throb painfully, she sighed and stood, pushing open the door. Stalking quietly through the corridors, she opened the door to the kitchen and opened the fridge, then fetched a pack of blood. Deciding she didn't want to wait, before it got warmed. She bit into the pack and began to empty it, ignoring James.

"I warmed up some blood." James said as he pulled the mugs out of the microwave and set one on the counter. "Its there if you want it." He sighed as he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room where he sat calmly in front of the fire.

Leaning his head back, James tried to remember what he could of the night before. He remembered going to the club. He remembered seeing Anna, she was so gorgeous. He took a while to linger on her face and how her golden hair had fell just so over her shoulder. Focus... He chided himself before he moved on with the night to where they were dancing how she'd brought him out of the club-

And that was it. James remembered the breeze outside and then everything was blank.

Looking at the warm cup, then at James, she sighed and muttered a softly 'Thanks', when he turned around the corner. Then she spit some of the blood into the sink and throwed out the pack. Taking up the mug, she quietly drank what it contained and washed it quickly with water. Looking out of the small kitchen window, it was night, she sighed softly.

Going into the livingroom, she flopped down in one of the three couches. "You don't know this Anna, do you?" She bit her nail, while she wrinkled her brow in thought.

"Not personally." James said as he drank his blood. "We met last night at a club and we were dancing. I don't remember what happened after we left but I'd thought that we were going to back to her place. When I woke up I thought I was there but I guess not." He grimaced, remembering when he'd thought he was coming downstairs to a hot and rich vampire.

She wrinkled her brow deeper. Taking down her hand to rest in her lab, her underlip stuck slightly childish out while she though. [b]"I met her a few days before you then. I helped out a 'friend', when she suddenly appeared. She asked if I couldn't deliver something."[b] She sprung over the part, where she had become angry at her for thinking she was a delivery boy, "we betted. I got her castle or I delivered the message." Wincing at the memory, she still remembered the blood smell. "It's funny, she didn't get affected by the smell of blood. It was all over the place."

James drained the mug greedily before replying. "She was a very old vampire. Or at least, that's what she told me. She's probably used to the smell by now." James sighed. "I wish I could say that will be the last time I follow a gorgeous vampire outside of a club but I'm afraid that I don't have that much willpower." James laughed to himself. "I wonder why she chose me. You I can imagine had a temper with her, something you'll probably editing from the story." James teased, giving Iola a wink. "But I don't know she'd do this." He sighed.