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

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

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 looked back towards the bed. He looked like he was trying to fall asleep, sprawled out on the bed with the blanket just barely coming up to his chin now as he laid there, snuggled up to a pillow. He looked sort of innocent again, and it hit me just how handsome he really was. I dropped the pair of shoes and walked up towards him slowly and started to lock the chains to the bed first. He stirred slightly, giving a whine as he shrunk from the noise. He instinctively pulled his hands closer towards his chest as he curled up, clutching the pillow. I finished getting it chained to the bed then grabbed one of his wrists and dragged it away from his chest. He growled then and started to struggle before he opened his eyes and then freaked out as he saw what I was doing. He snarled and exposed his fangs, trying to get away from me.

Continuation of Jason's POV: Xzander was in my study already, looking over a few maps as he glanced at our list of places to hit and then sighed softly, putting a red pin on a coordinate. He glanced my way as I walked in and smiled. "Hey," he said and then returned his attention to the maps. "Lyle sure does have a interesting informant. I wish I could get my hands on his informant..." I told him and trailed as I pulled out my phone and texted a maid to take a bottle of blood to Dmitri's room. I sat down at my desk and started to go through the stack of paper on it. "Don't we all wish to know where Lyle gets all his info from," he muttered and then put another pin on the map. "He