Continuation of Silas's POV:
I woke up with a small headache, laying on top of someone between their legs. I frowned and groaned a little, squirming before I tensed up and felt it was a guy. This isn't Stormy! Crap! They feel almost naked too! I opened my eyes and quickly glanced down, seeing the male was still in boxers and I was in all my clothes. Okay... nothing happened. I relaxed and looked towards the boy's face, tensing up when I saw it was Sylar, my brother. CRAP! I slept all over him! This won't look good. He groaned and shoved me off, stretching out and knocking the pillows off the bed along with the blankets. I yelped and then frowned, sitting up. At least I'm out of that awkward position. I got to my feet and started walking for the door. I need to go find Stormy. I walked out and started for my bedroom, not taking long to get in there before I walked in. "S
Continuation of Lyle's POV: When we arrived at my castle, I got out and started for the doors to go in. It felt like forever since I've been home. I listened in behind me for Milo to follow me like a good fledgling. I heard another car pulling into the drive so I turned to look, seeing it was Silas pulling in. Looks like he went out for the night with his fledgling... Milo glanced towards them and widened his eyes, taking off running at the sight of Stormy as he quickly sped past me, disappearing into the castle with a yelp. I frowned and started after him. "Milo, why are you running?" I asked and crossed my arms. "It's her!" He shouted over his shoulder, sounding slightly terrified. He kept running, panicked looking. "Stop running and get back here," I hissed. "You have me to prote
Continuation of Lyle's POV: "Awe, how sweet..." I heard Stormy spit out. He tensed up against me and then looked over his shoulder to see Stormy, widening his eyes. "It's her," he whispered, looking scared as he shrunk against me. I heard Silas laugh and he walked up to her, wrapping his arm around her waist. His eyes lingered on us and he raised an eyebrow at me before he kissed Stormy. "Picking fights already sweetie?" He purred to her. "I can't help it when they're the ones blocking my path with their presence," Stormy told him before her eyes flickered onto Milo. "What, can't carry your own self? That's pathetic." Milo hissed at her, his fear beginning to be replaced by anger. He exposed her fangs at her
Milo's POV:I snuggled up into the warmth beside me, feeling cold and alone as I was laying on a soft blanket. I could smell him nearby... my instincts pulling me closer to the warmth before I gave a slight groan when my body protested. I felt sore... but no sharp pains.... Why do I feel so sore? Why does it feel like I've been sleeping for forever? I suddenly tasted blood in my mouth, exciting my taste buds as I recognized it as Lyle's sweet blood. I moaned and started to feel better, the soreness leaving my body slowly as I drank it. "Milo," I heard Lyle's sweet voice purr to me. I purred softly back to him, loving the sound of his voice as it made me feel safe and wanted. I opened my eyes slowly, glad it was somewhat dark before I licked his neck, pulling my fangs out of him. "Were you hungry?" I heard him ask and felt his hand rub my back. I nodded slightly and then
Unknown POV: "Get that crate back in there," I ordered, pointing towards a door. "That werecat is not supposed to be sold tonight! She still has to survive a fight," I told them, narrowing my eyes before I started for my office. I was the leader of this particular outpost of the Vampire Resistance... but the real leader... he was secret. Not many knew who he was except people like me. I knew, but I'd never tell. I swore on secrecy. I went into my office and shut the door, locking it behind me before I went to my desk and sat down, grabbing my phone and called my assistant. "Get me that human I like up here, and make it quick, okay?" I told her then hung up before I propped my feet up on the desk, noticing a letter on the edge of it. I frowned and grabbed it, opening it up as I waited. Dmitri,
Jason's POV: The vampire suddenly went limp and got silent, his head rolling back onto the dirt as he went unconscious. His silvery white hair fell into his face as his eyes closed over his light blue, sea like eyes. I pulled out my phone to call my sister Primrose. She picked up after the third ring. "Jason, how are you?" She purred into the phone. "Send the car?" "Yeah, send the car. I'm fine. I found an interesting guy though. I'm taking him home with me and burning the rest of the place to the ground. Zachary and Xzander are okay. Ready a cell." I looked down at the guy and started to go through his pockets. I found his wallet on him and inside was his ID. Apparently his name was Dmitri Mikhailov.... Upon further searching, I found a few things that told me he was the leader of this outpost of the resistance. Just
Contination of Jason's POV: I woke up to the sound of faint screams from Dmitri, one of my siblings beating me to it before I could even get up. I got to my feet and rushed down stairs to find them, not even thinking about how under dressed I was. I found Primrose circling Dmitri as he was chained up, hanging from the ceiling by his wrists. She smirked and whipped him again, watching as he shrieked. Blood was dripping down the many wounds on his body and I could see sweat beading up on his forehead and falling down his body. She had stripped him out of his shirt for this to get at his skin better.... He grimaced and then squeezed his eyes shut as she got him again with it, biting back another scream of pain. She laughed cruelly at him and then curled the whip up. "Not going to scream? Hmm? I think I have something better for you then," she told him then walked over towa
Continuation of Jason's POV: Dmitri eventually slowed down, the pain getting to him before he collapsed and whimpered. I ran up to his body and placed a foot on his stomach. "Running away so soon?" I asked. He looked up towards me weakly and whimpered, the hope dying in his eyes. His face looked flushed and he didn't look so good, the exhaustion working on him along with the pain. I reached down and picked him up, throwing him over my shoulder and started to carry him back. "No," he whimpered and then kicked me lightly. "Please.... I don't want to go back.... Damn it. Put me down." "You don't have a choice," I hissed. "You're coming back." "Put me down," he insisted and then gripped my shirt. "I hate you. I hate you so much. Fate
Continuation of Jason's POV: I suddenly heard a gunshot go off then, and he crumbled to the ground at my feet. "Jason!" Primrose ran up with a worried look on her face. "Did he hurt you?" "I'm okay," I said quickly. I wasn't sure how much she saw..... I felt a blush forming on my face and I stepped away from him quickly. She raised an eyebrow then looked down at him. "He's too much trouble to keep... and too much trouble to set free," she muttered, kicking him over onto his back. He was bleeding out in his stomach, his face twisted up in excruciating pain. She tsked and then leveled the gun to his heart, about to pull the trigger. I tackled her quickly on instinct and knocked the gun out of her hand. She widened her eyes and looked at me in shock. "Jason!" I sat up on her quickly.