When Sarah's eyes fluttered open, she was surrounded by the same darkness that had dwelled even before she blacked out. Her only source of light were the little streaks that escaped through the barred window. Sarah lifted her head a bit and glanced around in confusion. It wasn't until she saw the shackles left on the floor that she remembered the events from a few minutes ago. Fear instantly gripped her, causing her to shuffle to her feet and rush off towards the exit, despite the slight headache she was experiencing. The rogue was nowhere to be seen, but Sarah didn't think too hard on it. All her mind was set on was escaping this frightening place. She snatched the key from the floor as she was passing by it and started up the stairs. Once at the top, she pulled the door open and was ready to make a beeline for her room... ...but the two figures which stood behind the door, stopped her in her tracks. Damon was standing

Sarah sat on the floor, curled up against the wall with her head resting on her knees. She had been in the same position ever since her conversation with Damon. Her eyes were stinging, probably from lack of sleep, but Sarah wouldn't close her eyes. Her mind was too preoccupied.She hadn't slept throughout the night...not even for a second. Aside from thinking about how bad of a life she had, she had also been watching Damon mumbling and shifting around in his sleep. She had no idea what he was dreaming about but she figured he was reliving a bad experience. And though Sarah didn't want to, she still pitied him.Yet the one who needed pity the most was her...Everything was weighting down on her shoulders, she almost felt as if she would black out any minute. Plus, the pain from falling down the stairs still hurt a lot, but not as much. It was quite puzzling though. A fall from that height should've probably broken a few bones or so, but Sarah only fe

Sarah sat in the back seat of Damon's black Sidan. She had absolutely nothing to do, so she busied herself by fiddling with the chains on her wrist, causing a rattling sound to disperse through the car. When they had gotten in a few minutes ago, Damon had made sure to scoot as far away from her as possible...even if that meant squeezing himself flush against the car door. He didn't want to touch her...not even a small graze. Sarah felt the urge to glare over at him...and she did, but only for a split second. Thankfully, she turned her face away before he could notice it. "Need I remind you that you should be on your best behaviour?" Damon asked nonchalantly as he looked out the window. His sharp jawline was displayed openly, rays of sunlight occasionally meeting his skin from the spaces between the tree leaves. They were passing by a long line of green palm trees on both sides. And not a single car drove by them since they started their jour

"Refrain from giving him what he wants? I don't understand..." Sarah whispered to him, her eyes looking up at him in interest and eagerness. "What exactly does he want?" "Well you know..." Jason smiled, intentionally withholding a direct answer to her question. "What he wants is..." He paused, gesturing with his hands for her to draw closer. Sarah cluelessly followed his instruction, inching closer to him with her ears perked and ready to receive whatever information he had to give. "You!" The word reverberated through her ears, followed by an equally loud laughter that belonged to none other than Jason. Sarah pulled away from him quickly and rubbed her ringing ear. 'What the hell's up with this guy?' She asked herself, eying him suspiciously with narrowed eyes and raised eybrows. Damon wants her? Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! Damon has never and will never want her. And even if he did, in what way did he actually w

A few years ago before she was captured by MR. knack, she had met a boy while roaming the streets. They both were homeless and had lost their parents so they easily understood each other's pain. But there was another similarity between them...they hated werewolves. For Kevin, it was a lifelong and boundless hatred, a hatred that he pushed over the limit. A few months before he met Sarah, his sister had been captured and killed by an Alpha werewolf. After having lost all his family to werewolves, his relentless hatred began to rouse. Meanwhile, for Sarah, her hatred was only temporary. She had also lost her parents in the same way, but as she grew, she came to realize that werewolves and humans were just two species that wanted to survive...and in order to do so, they had the unshakable mentality that they needed to fight against each other. Of course, she had some form of hatred towards MR. Knack and his goons for what t