Sya's POV: I sneezed for the 20th time since Elijah had brought me here. I had no idea how long that was either but it felt like years already. I couldn't tell if it was day or night outside because there was only a tiny window in this moldy room and it didn't even show the sky. Just the tunnel to the sewers. My throat was dry, I never got to eat my cheeseburger and a loon was keeping me here by force, seeking something from my boyfriend. Speaking of whom, I did have enough time to think about the fact that Kane was a vampire. And I realized, I was pretty okay with it. I was kind of put off about the fact that he never told me but I guess it was never easy to reveal something as big as this to the person your heart was bound to. His heart was mine. He had no choice but to love me. And I felt drawn to him too. No, not just drawn, I loved him with my everything. He was the first person to love me. The first person to hold my h

Sya's POV “This won't budge either,” Hannah groaned, trying to pull out the tiny window. “It's no use. The window’s too small for us to climb out anyway,” I told her, sitting down on one of the empty cartons. She sat down next to me and sighed. “I'm worried. Why haven't the guys come yet?” I wanted to answer her but I felt so weak. It was like my body was slowly beginning to shut down on its own. “Sya? You okay?” Hannah asked, concern coating her voice. I nodded but fell to the ground anyway. She sat down next to me, holding my hand. “Sya! Hang on a bit in there please!” I nodded. “It's okay. I'm a bit dizzy that's all.” I sat up straighter, thumping my head to clear my blurred vision a bit. It worked. A knock at the door called our attention. “Hannah? Sya? You guys in there?” a female voice asked. “Stella!” Hannah cried, quickly running over to the door. “We're in here!”

Hannah's POV: Sya had been doing pretty well, cursing at the people who deserved to be cursed. Even though I'm not a fan of cursing, they deserved every second of it. I stood at the doorway, focusing my camera on what had been going on inside. Since they were all so focused on arguing, they didn’t notice me recording everything. I couldn't believe it worked! My plan had worked. That airhead John had spilled everything the moment he'd been instigated. His police connections weren’t going to get him or his stupid mother out of this one either. Because my Dad had deeper connections than this moron could ever have had by living as a thug. As soon as she hit him, I ran inside, holding my knife up high. “Don't you dare touch her!” Helena looked shocked to see me and I knew she was worried about me being a potential witness. I pulled Sya away from John when we all heard something fall upstairs.

Kane's POV: Everything is meaningless! Nothing can fill the emptiness of my heart! I have cut myself a thousand times but the damn cut heals in less than 20 seconds. Stupid vampire healing. I haven't hunted since she left me. Maybe if I die, the pain will finish. I will not have to deal with this emptiness and regret then. My soul hurts with the thought of her hating me or her getting hurt because of me. I regretted every moment of the night I rejected her. And every moment I spent thinking staying apart from her was better for me. I knew that her reaction would be extreme when she knows I had rejected her. But I never expected that she would never want to see me again. For a month, two months, now eight months. More than half a year had gone by since she'd run out of this house, completely shattered. There must be a way to kill myself. Bryson would never kill me and

Maleficent's P.O.V: "Mel! Hurry up, honey! Aunt Stella and Uncle Edi are here!" Mom shouted from downstairs. My heart thumped with excitement.   I gave my dress one last look as I twirled in front of my full mirror. It was a simple half-white dress with small floral patterns on it. It reached my mid-thigh, hugging my figure. The fabric felt soft and smooth against my thighs as I twirled once in front of the mirror. It was a gift from dad for today. I would finally turn 18th today and I could barely hold my excitement. Why excited you ask? I could finally find my mate now. It was something that I had always fantasized about while growing up as I listened to my parents' love story. Dad would always tell me how Mom is his love of the life, his mate, and how they made it together through hard times. It always made me wonder how it would feel to have someone who exclusively made for you and only for you? Who is supposed to love you al