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“For your birthday. After that he’ll return to school.” Blade was my younger brother. A twenty year old with very little control over his powers. Unlike me, Blade did not come out as part vampire. He was part wolf, part snake. Not just any snake, mind you. My brother was a Reinio snake. A powerful specie that could easily kill as they had little or no self-control. He was also a demigod because of our father.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

Alejandro didn't waste time trying to buy him over. "He's saved my life on countless bases. You can't do that." Blade replied in his cracked voice. Alejandro chuckled. "the bastard fucking left you and drove off. He never cared about you." "I guess it was my punishment for failing to be swift. As long as he's safe, I'm okay." Blade spat, his words irking Alejandro. Alejandro raised his hand and gave a signal, and within three seconds, very hot water that just wasn't boiled rained down on Blade. "Ahhhhh!!!" He screamed in pain and after two minutes, the water stopped pouring on him. This was one pain he had never experienced in his life. He couldn't raise his hand to nurse his pain either as

Gonzalo countered, a feral, twin-to-twin grin mirroring my own. We moved as one. I was the hammer, driving Enzo back with heavy, bone-crushing swings of my blade, while Gonzalo was the needle, darting into his guard with surgical precision. Enzo swiped with his own tainted steel, his eyes wide and wild, desperate to find an opening, but there was no space for him to breathe.

Garrett told me, his massive hand spreading in my direction. The others all followed suit. Warriors who had adopted me into their family, soldiers who had sworn to protect me, all of them offering their trust without understanding what they were getting themselves into. I drew out a small blade from around my waist, one of the only bladed things werewolves used for practical rather than combat purposes. The metal glinted silver in the fading light, and I could have sworn I felt it vibrate with something in my blood. "This might hurt," I warned, then cut the blade across my palm quickly.

"You just came back from a love trip. Are you sure you've recovered from all those....you know what I mean." "Sex is no work for me. I was inside my wife for three days straight." "I hope you didn't make her come back on a wheelchair." "Fuck you, man." He laughed. "My wife's got strong bones." "If you say so." I shrugged my shoulders. "Go through the security cameras of last night. A Widow's Bite minion found his way to our garage and was very close to exploding it." "Hope the bastard was caught?" "Of course, Blade's got owl's eyes. He's currently at the basement with him."

I said. "Why?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulder. "I guess to start his pack. I once overheard mother say that the evil Ripper was no longer Haven's business but New-Yawk's as he had started a deadly pack there." "That's so cool." Sandra said, already in awe of him. "Dangerous but cool." She added. She was right. Blade's history was somehow cool, except… "Is that all?" She asked, snapping her fingers at my face. "Is that all you saw about him."

One of the warriors spoke up, “Gamma Rory, I saw our Luna. She is bad ass. The mess she left behind took a long time to clean up.” Right. Some of the folks here saw the fight. I’m surprised they are not scared of me. Maybe because they are wolves or warriors. Who knows. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of me anyway. “I need a minute to set up.” I said as I dropped my bag on the bench. I opened the duffel and grabbed the thigh holsters and strapped them in. Then I grabbed some of the hand throwing knives and secured them in place before grabbing my scabbard. From there, the only knife different from my kabar knives is the bowie. It’s longer at sixteen inches. Then I grabbed my sheath for my w

Tangerine demanded, on guard. The man held up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "My name is Blade. I'm a hunter, but I'm not here to fight you. I'm here to help." Tangerine eyed him warily. "Why should I trust you?" Blade sighed. "I know you don't trust hunters, but I'm not like the others. I've been tracking the rogue vampires, and I know that they're planning something big. Something that could destroy everything." Tangerine frowned. "What do you mean?"

I had a ceramic blade and a decade of repressed, agonizing fury. I lunged out of the alcove, driven by pure survival instinct. I didn't aim for his armored heart; I went for the vulnerable gap at the back of his knee. The razor-sharp ceramic blade slid through the tactical fabric like it was thin silk, severing the tendon. The man buckled with a choked gasp, his scream cut short as Luciano turned with predatory speed and finished him with a single point-blank shot.