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Watching my father walk away, panic sets in, and I start to pace back and forth in the hall, rambling to myself. “Ik ben iedereen kwijt. Dit is allemaal mijn schuld.” (I have lost everyone. This is all my fault.) I repeat over and over again as Maverick’s strong arms stop me. “Sloan, I think you need some rest,” he states pulling me towards the stairs, and I follow in a daze.
He opens the door to a large corner room. I walk in, looking around, and I stop on a photo of Maverick and another man. I look over at him. “Who is this?” I ask, showing it to him. He walks over to me, placing his hand on the small of my back. “That is my brother Devon” he replies. I set it back down on the mantel.
I walk over to the bed, taking a seat. “Who sleeps here?” I ask, glancing ar
After the plane landed, we rushed to the hospital. Corbin accompanied us as well. As we entered the hospital entrance, I held onto Maverick’s hand tight with his palms sweaty and his body tense. I glance over at him. “I’m here. We will get through this together.” I said, squeezing his hand with reassurance. Maverick gave me a slight smile as he looked down at me. “I know,” He whispered. The stress radiated off him. I stop Maverick, forcing him to face me. “Hey, try to calm down because if we walk in there with you looking like this, it’s going to put more stress on your mom. We know nothing yet, so we need to be positive right now,” I tell him, caressing his chiseled jawline. Maverick leaned into my touch, closing his eyes. And when he reopene
Maverick looks at me with his mouth gaped open. “Um, what? I thought he was dead” He stares between the both of us, baffled.My gaze stays on Ezra. “Me too” I replied with the same stupid look on my face.“Hello,” The man before us smiles wide.My body moves forward against my will. “How are you alive?” I whisper in a daze as I reach out to touch my brother’s face to make sure I’m not dreaming.“My name is Corbin” He holds his hand out for me to shake.I look at him confused. “Corbin? How do you look like my brother?” My eyes darted around perplexed before shaking his hand.
Throwing the last shovel full of dirt over my father’s body I wipe the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand then toss the shovel to the side, taking a seat on the ground and place a large rock for his headstone. The house has been abandoned all this time, and it was our family home this is where he needs to be.
The floor scraps the skin on my knees as I skid to a stop, grabbing my father in my arms and holding him against my chest. I am quickly drenched in his blood as I rock him back-and-forth sobbing uncontrollably knowing even for a vampire he can’t be helped, then a thought crosses my mind remembering I am now a hybrid and might save my father’s life.
Dread fills my entire being, I look around frantically searching the airport crowd then bring my phone back to my ear. “Where is my father, Ethan?” A growl escapes me.“Oh, have some patients, Quinn” He laughs smugly,
This story contains another language. (Translation)It has been several days since the change. I sit in the Russo mansion drinking some coffee, looking out the window when I am startled by someone entering the den. I quickly get to my feet in defense, but it is only Zara. I relax slumping back in my chair looking back out the window.