The voices woke me upThere was an annoying female one that was panicky and high pitched like it couldn't go lower and if it went any higher, the voice would become a screech.There was a male one that sounded lazy, telling the woman to shut it or he was going to throw her out.The third one was one I recognized, one I recognized very well, Connor's. I opened my eyes, and behold there he was, standing above me with a scary smile on his face."You're awake", he announced and two other sets of eyes turned to me sharply. I had been tied to a chair, I noted as my arms hissed in sharp pain when I tried to flex it and my eyes went round the room. A basement of some kind, I wondered if I was still in the house of the Kemlers"What do you want?" I said calmly, hiding my panic behind a firm voice.The woman scoffed and my eyes narrowed on her, her fake extensions obvious to everyone within a five feet radius."What I want is quite simple, Dalia", Connor said, catching my attention as he cro

"What do you mean by the last time I was here?", I repeated, my voice sounding brittle to my ears. Elda kept silent, looking round the room for imaginary signs of dust."I asked a question", I bit off. "What do you mean by the last time I was here?""Have I been here before?"In all honesty, I considered being less harsh, seeing as Elda looked like she wanted to cry but I had to. I needed to know if Jacob had taken my memories again."Elda", I sighed. "I just need to know""There's nothing to know from my end, miss", Elda responded wearily. "It was a slip of my tongue"."It wasn't", I argued, beginning to feel frustrated. "And stop talking to me like I'm a child""I'm very sorry, Miss"."Oh come on now", A voice sounded, the accent unrecognizable as the door swung open, revealing Sydney in an all black garb, her pose relaxed and yet still daunting."Why are you shouting at poor Elda?"I glared at her, "Where is Jacob?".Sydney's silver eyes gleamed, "Just because I act nice, it does

The bots made another move three days later, on an early Saturday morning they locked on their targets, invading the house of two of the top council members on the vampire side holding hostages and threatening to kill them as they went live.They had declared war.They hacked into every audio source just like how they had done the last time, connecting to everyone through their phones, televisions, even smart watches.Lanie and I sat in her parlor with her mum and her twin , our eyes glued to the television as the bots rounded up the vampires from each house in one place."Why aren't they doing anything?", Luther shouted at the television, his voice coated in frustration. "I thought the vampires had the advantage of being faster and shit, what's going on here?""Something's not right", I whispered, and all eyes turned to me."See", I pointed to the television, "Their eyes are all going to something in the corner there.""Something that's giving them this look of disbelief and fear"."

"What?", I stuttered after a moment of being tongue tied."I believe you aren't hard of hearing", Jacob drawled, his words dripping in a hard tone and undiluted sarcasm.My eyes narrowed into slits as my desire turned into hot anger, "You have an army of men at your disposal. What do you need me for?""The dry company", Jacob mumbled in a dry tone."What?", I asked. "I resigned", I enunciated, "in case you've forgotten"."Or do you need me to help you look up the word, 'resignation'?""You can't lie and your jokes are stale", Jacob countered, his eyes lighting up as he smirked. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes widened. I felt like I was talking to Vanir or Vanir was talking to me.Anyway, Jacob had shown a bit of him. Or I was just imagining things again."If you have no other thing to say to me, please unlock the door and let me out", I said calmly, clenching my hands by the sides of my legs."I have plenty to say to you", Jacob responded, his velvet voice reaching out huskily t

I watched the time tick by, anxiously waiting for my shift to end so I could prepare to meet my father. First I was going to drill him with questions. One question had been pounding through my head since I had called him this morning. The why.Then I was going to ask him to hand me the money back, at least the hundred thousand dollars that he had ran away with.What if he didn't hand me the money back? He obviously wasn't going to.What was I going to do then? I needed some kind of leverage over himA recording? I thought, pondering over it as I chewed on my lip, staring into space. The bar was empty, so I had all the time to muse over my own thoughts and not get fired.A recording could work but that meant I had to ask self incriminating questions that could be used as evidence."Hey pretty girl", a voice called, snapping me out of my head.I looked up, finding gleaming brown eyes boring into mine. Michael?"A penny for your thoughts?", He asked, smiling shyly and I rolled my eye