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Chapter 4.35

Through the dim lighting, the sound of dripping water echoed, and amplified. Mice scurried through the damp room, across cold stone, and on and on. Painful groans scream and cry, locked in the chamber of darkness, with only candles to light the way. Cruel intentions, and growls reply, bright blue eyes controlling the room, owning it with every slice of the blade.

“Where is he? I’ll give you one more chance.” It whispers, fingers gently trailing down his enemies neck. The sharp, careful claws applying the lightest amount of pressure over the dark jugular vein. His eyes alight with blood lust and hunger, he had spent three weeks down in this dark, damp prison cell. Torturing and questioning the old vampire with the methods that his maker had passed onto him. “Vladimir, tell me!”

“You think I’d tell you anything, Baltezhar?” He screams, as his attacker roughly cuts down the vein he had been toying with for the last ten minutes. And Vladimir didn’t have much more blood to bleed, his body couldn’t take much more. As his words trail off, his scream gets more anguished. “Your progeny is dead! Your maker, dead! And when I get out of this god forsaken place, I’ll kill your fucking son to-“

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“Wrong answer.” Balt purrs into Vladimir’s ears, pushing the pain deep down inside of his gut. Hidden in the place that he might never find again. Lest his humanity resurfaced. But Vladimir was right, all his ties to the old world, were diminished. Dead.  Driving his hand into Vladimir’s chest, Balt scrapes his claws across the cold, dead heart inside. Low pitched growls rumble from inside it’s throat, gurgling slightly through the pain. “Lets try this again. Where is Rafe?”

“Torture me all you want, they’re going to kill me anyway.” Vladimir growls, a sense of loss entering his mind. Where was Azazel? He was trying to save him, wasn’t he? His face forms a tight line, a pained look flickering across it, every second that Balt grips onto his heart. “I don’t care what you do to me until then.” Self deprecation bleeding out onto the old stones below. There was no guilt for the crimes that had led him to this room, only anger, pride shattered into a million pieces, and bitter loneliness. The same kind that had turned him into this type of monster.

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“Mmm, you sure about that, Vladdy?” The words linger on Baltezhar’s lips, framed by hair as black as the night itself, contrasted against his pale, ghostly skin. The words that he chose had been muttered by his very victim more than one hundred years before, in the early days of his vampirism. He had never cared for titles, much less that of Lord Vladimir, progeny of pureblood Azazel Dragomir. Baltezhar had been turned by the princess herself, yet was regarded as so little as a new blood by the council. When their fates first collided, he saw no reason to fall to his knees, and submit to anything less than his master’s supreme race.

“I am not yours, Lord Vladimir, I see no reason to bow for any less than a pureblood.”

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Baltezhar still remembered the force of the hand being driven into his abdomen. The blood spurting from his mouth. “Mmm, you sure about that, Balty?” The vampire had whispered so arrogantly, poison on his tongue. 

Mimicking the same movement that had brought him to his knees all those years ago, he continues. “You can either tell me what you’ve done to him, or I can keep going.” Baltezhar’s hand twists, scraping against the inside of his stomach, as if to prove his dominance in the situation. “Now if you remember correctly, my lineage is bred off misery. And it has been such a long time since I have indulged.”

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Once again, a low hiss passes Vladimir’s lips, pain covering every inch, of his sweaty, fragile body. He needed blood, he needed the night on his skin. But in here, it seemed rather ironic to be the one tortured, and locked away, considering for so many centuries he had been the one playing this role. “The boy is dead.” He finally gives in. “Dead for a while now. I made one of my men take his life for Vivian’s sake. And for your other questions, the other name’s and faces, they’re all dead too. Every single last one of them. Dead.”

Baltezhar’s face pulls into a hard line. Anger and resentment brandishing the contours and turning them black, bleak, and dark. There had been far to much death already, too much loss. And he stood, shaking slightly at the thought that he couldn’t defend his family. And after Vladimir had been executed, then there would still be many others. There had been many others… “And where is Azazel?”


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Six months had passed, six long, painful months since I had said goodbye to Vladimir in that forest. My eyes lock in on my reflection in the mirror, and I survey what was left of the damage, written into my skin, and fearful gaze. The bruises had long since faded, the cuts had healed, all that was left was my mind. The nervous shivers that would trail down my spine when there was a loud noise, the sleepless nights if I were alone, expecting to see his face haunting both my nightmares and reality.

But after everything that Vladimir had put me through, today it would come to an end. No more what ifs… Today was the start of my life. Free from fear, I nod resolutely to myself, it was the beginning of a new chapter. I smile sadly, almost weakly, because not everyone would be in this chapter of my life with me. Rafe was gone, and we had fought and argued like children, but their was a hole in my heart for him.

The guilt burns deeply in my stomach, as a wave of nausea reaches my lips. Not today… I think to myself, a soft hand caressing my stomach. The trial was today, and for which I had to stand and testify. It made me nervous, however, I felt brave for doing it. A human (only sometimes), standing up against a vampire as powerful and old as Vladimir.  It would be an example for the whole nation. They can be beaten.

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“Are you ready to go, the trial starts in forty minutes, and Cane wanted you their a bit earlier.” Lucian smiles, looking up from his tiny son. Nervous butterflies cause my stomach to flip in protest again, and I don’t think I’d get used to that smile. For me. Lucian was the opposite of Vladimir, kind, soft, loving. They were both something not completely human, yet Vladimir was the only monster.

“Not yet.” I grumble, somewhat like a child. “I… Anything I want to wear, I’ve already outgrown.” Pouting, my eyes gaze into his. Red burning in my cheeks. I had already gone through this once before, and the memory makes my eyes glossy with tears. The ache in my chest gets deeper, reflecting on my frowning face. “I.. I uhh.. Have nothing to wear. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.”

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“Don’t look so sad.” Lucian whispers, his hands cupping my slightly swollen stomach. Caressing our unborn child growing inside of me with a small smile. “Nothing is going to happen to you or our baby today. You have so many faces in that audience who would fight for you. Me and Nick included.” As Lucian mentions the young child’s name, he growls slightly, holding his beloved toy against his small frame. “Besides, in five months, when the baby is just about here, you’ll still be the most beautiful girl I know.”

“Papa?” The boy calls out, Lucian leaves a soft kiss on my cheek, as I move reluctantly off to sift through my clothes, again. “Gwrowi wantsta know if I hasin baby bruva or sistah?” I smirk slightly, before shutting the door behind me. Lucian was a good man, and father. I believed the words that he spoke, and the soft reminders to not give up. Especially with this child inside of me. When I had found out the news, I had cried for days, both in happiness and mourning. For the child I had already lost.

“You can’t change the past.” I whisper quietly to my own ears. I did feel slightly better knowing that the V.D.F. had been investigated, and all those fighting with Azazel had been arrested on counts of treason. Of course, there would be others out there who meant us harm, for what we were, and what we stood for. But now, the rebels were free. Even if it was just for one day. It’s all we needed.

Just one day…

Take it one day at a time…

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Cradling young Nickolai against my chest, I follow Lucian down the stairs, and into the living room. Working to steady my breath every step, I try to keep my mind off of my mind’s disasters. The baby, and Vladimir, of Rafe… Those thoughts could wait an hour… Passing the corner, my mouth practically falls open, as I see all of whom is assembled.

“The kids are outside, with Mae.” Shelly smiles back, and I can see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Immediately, she swallows me up in a hug, surrounding me with the sweet scents of apricots in her brown hair. “Oh sugar… If I had of known… About him, I would’ve never let you go back to him. God, can you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive…” I whisper into her ear, as we pry ourselves apart. In my mind, I was the one who needed to apologize. For leaving her without a goodbye, without a valid reason. I had put her, and her children in danger because of my affiliation with dangerous men. Shelly had been my best friend, a sister, a mother, everything to me. Looking in her eyes, seeing her again, I knew without a doubt she still was all of that to me.

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Shiloh stands, stretching her arms high above her head. On her face she wears a solemn smile, quiet and thoughtful. “Tonight when that bastard is dead, I think we can all appreciate a shot or two for all of those who we’ve lost. Vivian, let me be the first to offer to drink yours for you.” Her golden eyes sparkle against her own loneliness. “To Jasper.” She breathes out the name of her lover, the man she wanted to spend her life with, but the fates had not been kind enough.

“To my father.” Lucian offers, the dim anguish burning in his eyes, as his face turns to meet mine.

“To the baby that could have been.” The words pass my lips painfully. On instinct, my hand cups my womb softly.

“T.. To Rafe…” A woman who I had not noticed murmurs quietly. Her hands softly holding onto the little boy in front of her. Vivid purple eyes broken, he frowns, his lips trembling at his mother’s words. I knew her face somewhere, yet the years had rid me of her name.

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My father’s eyes meet the second vampire’s in the room. A silent conversation burning between the intense gazes. But no words are uttered, until my father’s knuckles tighten. “To Phineas, and to all the pieces inside of us which we have lost.” Finally Aleksi’s gaze falters, and his gaze finds the floor. There was something broken in the way that the two were, more evident in my Grandfather. His blue eyes marred with pain, and regret.

As I turn to welcome both Shiloh and Shelly into my new home, the two vampire’s talk in hushed voices. “I’m sorry, father, for everything. I know that I was not around as much as I could have been over the years. Especially with mum… And other than leaving my children’s lives, that is my biggest regret. And I worry for you, especially with Phin’s… Absence. And mum’s… If you need time, you don’t need to force yourself to come tonight-“

“I want to see that bastard face what’s coming to him. And son, pity does not suit you.” I hear Baltezhar growl under his breath, before moving away. His silhouette fades into the growing shadows, and for the briefest moment, I can understand wanting to give into the darkness, to sell your humanity away. For my grandfather to not want to feel the pain.

But that wasn’t living.

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“Vivian..?” A soft female voice drags me from my thoughts. And my eyes meet with the stranger, her eyes puffy and red, as though she had been crying. “My name is Angie, and this is my son, Jarred. I.. We..”

“You knew Rafe?” I smile at her weakly, sensing her awkwardness. And I understood it all. In this room we all knew each other, we were all something to each other. Except her. And to be brought together at a time where each and every single one of us were morning, was devastating. The boy’s eyes tug at my common sense, my better judgement, yet I let her speak.

“Rafe was my… He was my husband.” I can feel both myself, and my father tense at the proclamation. From the side of his face, his cheek raise as if in a smile. A sad, broken smile, because he never got to know the son that he was mourning. The brother I felt that I barely knew. “And Jarred was… He was his…” Finally a few tears escape her eyes, loudly sobbing, Angie’s hand reach for her son’s… My nephew’s body.

“I miss my father..” The boy whimpers, one lone tear glittering against his pale, flawless skin.


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Six O’clock. We walk into the small trial room. Camera’s set up to view the stage, wired so that it would be a direct feed to whichever news station paid the most. The room fills up quickly, all seats fill up, and people stand around the edges. Vladimir is dragged in, a syringe of silver fed into his tired, weak veins. And I can’t breathe, the rooms gets significantly smaller. It’s just the two of us, his head hangs low, fighting the acid in his veins silently.

President Cane speaks, addressing the crowd in the room, and in their homes, and I can’t hear a single thing. My eyes are glued to Vladimir’s body, as his head finally twitches, and begins to rise. Despite his current predicament, an arrogant, hateful smirk paints his lips, curving his features into a sinister face. One that could of been mistaken with someone who was about to get all of his revenge. It was the face of a man who was not on death row.

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My insides weaken as his lips move, yet no sound follows. Question after question he responds, but his eyes do not leave me once. They burn into my skull, like a regretful tattoo etched into the skin. One I could never forget. Not until the day I died. A slight pressure on my hand makes me drop my gaze, and Lucian thoughtfully watches me. Smiling softly in support, he mouths the words “I love you” before turning away again.

Tears well up in my eyes, as I’m called onto the stage to recount my story. And I shiver slightly, not able to move an inch. I’ve turned to stone, and there’s no coming back. My anxiety swallows me whole, and it’s sharp teeth hold me tightly. I can feel eyes watching me, waiting for me to make a move. More importantly, I can feel Vladimir watching me closely. Probably laughing on the inside at how weak I was.

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Mother…” The whisper is as faint as a heart beat from across the room, yet I hear it. The voice was real, and it made me catch my breath. Lucian’s soft voice turns to dust around me, as the little angel coos. “Mother, you have to be brave. He can’t hurt you now...” A small smile appears on my face, as I fight against the tears choking in my throat. “It’s over, he can’t touch you, he’s over...”

 A wave of serenity works it’s way through my veins, bringing with it warmth and courage. I stand up and make my way to the seat, my eyes directly locked in on Vladimir as I move. The intensity between us threatens to overpower me again, yet I hold strong to what I knew was right. I had too, for me, this baby, my future… For all our futures.

And so I begin my tale of Vladimir and I. Of the crimes I had seen him commit, and the lives he had torn apart. Even though I had repeated it a thousand times in my mind, sitting in a room full of people, cameras watching me, Vladimir’s presence weighing down on me, I lost the words. Yet I spoke quietly, with the bravery of a field mouse, leaving no gory detail out. And as I finish my speech, a tear trickles down my cheek, and the room nods, a few quiet claps fill the air, and their gaze is one of acknowledgement. Of support.

Taking my seat again, I listen to other people speak, detailing an even greater list of his inhumanity. Until Cane finally stands again, a quiet hush falling over the crowd. “For your crimes, I find you guilty, and the only sentence I can see fit for one with such a list of depravity, is death. Do you, Vladimir, have any last words.”

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Vladimir stands, being led to the middle of the room, my father takes his side, a wooden stake held gingerly between his fingers. Up closer, I can see the harsh, black lines across his body, the shadows under his stormy blue eyes, and I shiver. His lip twitches into a small half smirk, the cruel certainty still alight behind his eyes, locked in on mine.

“It was all for you, darling.” Vladimir growls, a slight purr in his voice. The stake is raises to his heart, and a few people scurry out of the room to avoid witnessing his demise. But my eyes stay locked in on his. “You know I always loved you. And I’ll always be a part of you. In the darkness. When your alone. Scared. I’ll be there. The face you see every time that your eyes shut. Til the end, Vivian. Forever yours, my love.”


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Walking up the moonlit path, I can hear the quiet giggles of a child from inside the house. There’s chatter and the sound of expensive wine being poured. But I can’t go in, not yet. “You were brave today.” Lucian whispers, as I rest my tired body against the wooden slacks.I rest my head in my hands, and sigh. “Really. You’ve been through so much, and you still find a way to keep fighting for what you believe in. When I thought I lost you, after you came back, I almost gave up, right then and there. And I admire that fact in you. You’re stronger than me, Viv, you make me a better man.” His hand creeps along my waist, until I rest in his arms. “I love you, more than you can even imagine, and if there’s anything I can do to rid your mind of him, I’ll do it.”

“Just stay…” I breathe out, feeling his hot breath on the nape of my neck, causing goosebumps to rise. “The only thing you can do, that I want you to do, is just be you. You’re not Vladimir, you’re better than him. And you always will be, don’t you see that. There will be moments when i don’t think I deserve you, Luc, and when that happens, I just need you to hold me, even if all I’m doing is pushing you away.”

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“And what do you want, Viv?” He softly questions, his hand taking his in mine. And a gentle blush climbs to my cheeks, I already knew what I wanted. And that was him. In every single way imaginable. Waking up to him in the morning. Falling asleep in his arms. Reading stories to our children together. Growing old. The fights. The make ups. The never wanting it to end.

“I want to start our lives together, Luc, I want you.” I reply before capturing his mouth in mine. As our lips met, I felt a huge weight lift off of my shoulders. I was finally free. Finally with the man that I desired. That I wanted.


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“Wake my son… It’s time to take vengeance on this world…”


Authors notes

So last chapter of generation four! God, I never thought I would get this far, or even imagined we’d quite end up here. So I have been suffering writers block because I’ve been excited to write for the next generation (which may or may not be noticeable *cough cough). I say that I’m excited now, until I actually have to write for it. Then I’m sure I’ll be back to mega procrastination again :p

Next generation will be the only generation that I’ve ever actually planned for. That does not sound surprising at all, I beat you’re all thinking. But, when I say plan, I mean I have various points written down, that I may or may not decide to ignore for something crazy. I don’t know how to plan for anything, much less stick to a plan, so I’m putting my guess onto ignoring the plan. Anyway there is no heir vote since I kinda maybe put her in the beyond death special. But I love the general idea of her story so it’s a win win for me 🙂

And it’s the end!! I actually think i’m getting more and more sad to see this one go :/


Chapter 34

Through the underbrush of dusk, underneath the starlit trees, Vladimir led me on. His hand encapsulated my own softly, and his eyes, blue as a clear blue sky over the ocean. Right now, this Vladimir had been the one that I had fallen in love with. Who’s words, a sweeter taste than any honey, and gaze, softer than the whitest cloud in the sky. Black and white, light and dark, fire and ice, two sides of the same coin, two Vladimir’s, locked in an endless battle to destroy each other.

As we walked, he both pulled me close for loving kisses, and away so that he might catch me. And follow. His lips, curved into a serene smile, that I knew, could not last. Because Vladimir had never been the man that I knew. The vampire that I had been enchanted by, would fade away the second that I was at his beckoning. The second that I was once again his.

But not this time.

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This time, I would be the one wearing a mask. Disguised beneath a layer of deception and his own greed. My heart fiercely beats as if in response to the thought. My pupils dilate to catch the sights passing us by, the white hair in the thick forest floor scampering into it’s burrow for protection. The owls calling the night in. And with each step, I felt as if my places to hide were diminishing one by one. And soon, we’d be surrounded, presumably, by four stone walls, and immaculate furnishings fit for a king, and I, I’d play his queen.

“I knew you’d come home, Vivian.” He growls between kisses on my lips. Unlocking a door to a large, abandoned cottage. “You’ll always come back to me.” A sharp nudge on my wrist pulls me inside, knocking me into Vladimir as his smirk darkens in the darkened night. “Won’t you, love?”

The word is toxic to my ears, and I recoil instantly, but the slight purr in his heavily accented voice makes my head bob up and down in a nod. Love? Love, what is love? The question burns in my mind, as we pass ten, maybe twenty other supernaturals. Love is not a word used for manipulation, for black mail. It is not tearing someone down to the point they feel worthless. Love is not breaking bones, instead of hearts. It is not being afraid of your own shadow. Love is not Vladimir’s arms, or the poison on his lips.

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The vampire sits down, running a cold a hand through his tousled hair. A look of victory gracing his smooth, and flawless face. His six hundred years of immortality had left his skin looking fresh faced, and youthful, his heart a useless commodity, frozen solid, and made of ice. “Sit with me, Vivian. I’ve hardly seen your face in weeks. Did they hurt you? Did your father hurt you? Oh, I bet you made him scream.”

A small smirk crosses my face, of course Aleksi had been smart enough to know that if someone wanted him dead, that he should play the part. A hand runs along the side of my cheek, and to my chin, roughly pulling me to face him. Suppressing the deep rooted cringe trailing down my back, shivers running through my nerves. Threatening to tear me apart.

“Tell me, what was it like?” Vladimir coos inches from my face, the storm in his eyes finally starting to turn.  Deep rooted passions igniting in the icy enclaves of the blue.  “Seeing the life fade from his eyes? Did it excite you my dear? Did it turn you on?” My muscles tense up in accordance to his words, to the tone in his voice, and most importantly, the violence in his veins.

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“Huh, cat got your tongue?” A deep rumble in his throat, a low and bellowing chuckle radiates his core. Closing my eyes tightly, I try to pull away, but his fingers lock themselves in my hair, pulling me back in. “You can admit it, darling, you love the rush. Girls like you love to pretend that they’re innocent, sweet angels, when in reality, your just as sick and twisted as the rest of us. Vivian, you crave destruction, torment, punishment. You are the servant, a role you only pretend to despise, and I, I am your master.”

His tongue roughly forces my mouth open, his hand curled around my throat as if to prove a point. And his words had shaken me, taken me off guard. Was that the reasoning behind his cruelty? That I enjoyed his abuse, that I lived for the pain? Like an sculpture made of ice, I stay frozen, while his tongue and lips invade my face, kissing down my neck, and earlobes.

Roughly escaping his hold, I smile weakly at him, trying to force the brave disguise I had worked up before. But, it seems to have disintegrated into nothing but ash, and fear. “I.. I’m glad that you’ve not been hurt in this fight they wage.” All the anxiety that threatens to tear me down shows in my voice, but I’m sure that Vladimir just assumes that it’s all for him. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.” The words burn in my mind.

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“Your little mutt tried, brave, but entirely foolish of him to think that his skill matches my own.” The words fly past his mouth as if it were nothing. And having seen the deep bruises upon the face of the man that elcited so much love within my core, and knowing the man that spoke of him, I knew the consequence, the cosmetic aftermath had nothing to do with his plans, or ideas for how it should have gone. “But I did take out the pathetic excuse for a vampire that he left me with. It was barely a challenge, yet they still come for me, do they not? Why do you frown, my love, you know that I’d never let such an unworthy man try to steal your heart, nor someone who meant you harm. I’ll protect you, Vivian, from all of them.”

“And Azazel?” I question, half in curiosity, for whether the sickness in his mind led him to believe that he could beat the old blood. For whether he would defy the ancient bond of maker, and progeny. For whether his affections would have him do it all for me. And the other half was because we needed to know. If the pure blood was willing to take part in this battle, then it changed everything. The fight being fought was not for glory, but to inspire courage, strength and unity in the rest of the country. Azazel was strong, and he could only bring back fear and doubt into everyone’s mind.

“I’d tear his heart out before he’d touch you, now what is this about?” Pulling a slight face, Vladimir’s forehead crinkles at my nervous posture. My fingers circling each other, my gaze flickering down. “Is this about what he told you to do? The fact that he forced you to do it? Because you know, you’re not his to command-” The possessive tone of his voice makes me shiver. But I had to find out all i needed to before I could turn on him. And every second I was here, my emotions were conflicted. “- But you don’t need to worry, it seems he’d rather see the fall of his kingdoms than deal with me.”

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 “Oh…” The noise echoes in the silence that falls around us. I didn’t want to feel bad for him, but all that his life was based around, his personality formed upon, was finding love. Albeit in whatever way he could, but it’s all that he wanted. And perhaps until our last moments together, I would fulfill that wish for him. I had to, so that this could all end. “I’m sorry, Vlad…”

“It’s okay, I’m a big boy.” He winks at me with a cocky smile, the arrogant kind that he hid behind, the disguised all his flaws and worries. “Now, I think you tried changing the subject before, tell me about it, when your father turned to ash by your hand. ” His lips delicately trace the contours of my neck, his hand pulling my hair behind my back. His teeth lightly nip into the soft flesh, causing me to flinch, and my heart to speed up.

My face contorts slightly, a brave smirk playing on my lips, as I whisper into his ear. “You’ve got it wrong about me.” My voice is controlled, despite my overwhelming desire to run, and scream, and hide. “I much prefer hearing them scream, and dishing it out than I do taking it.” My hands push him back down, and surprisingly he complies. His stormy eyes looking wild by the glow of the fire.

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“Ja, but I love to hear you scream.” He growls flopping me onto my back, his hand gliding over my stomach. “Old habits die hard, I suppose, and I haven’t heard it in far to long.” A sharp intake of air rises to my throat, as my eyes dart around the room, almost on instinct for escape. But I force it deep, deep down inside of me. I couldn’t screw this up. I couldn’t be useless. If you could compare me to a flower, I was but a bud, yet to blossom. But it was getting dangerous fast.

“B.. But the guns.” I whisper through clenched teeth, trying to hold onto the little thread of strength that I still had. But the closeness of his body, the cruelty of his words bring back everything that I had to fear from him. “They’re still out there, I mean, everyone in this city is looking for you, and we’re just sitting ducks. How have you stayed hidden this whole time?” Next question, cross it off the list. “You’ve so many men, and how do you hide so well?”

“When did you get so interested in politics and war?” His smirk is lopsided, cruel. As if one half of his face had failed to comply with it. The paranoia sinking it down, deflating him. “I suppose a while ago we asked you to do both, and you did so well. But the way the men looked at you, I had to break a few hearts for that. But, come on, Vivian, you don’t think you live as many lifetimes as I, without learning to seek the cover of darkness? Azazel was always very proper with my training, I suppose it’s a trait I’ve installed in my men, there’s a time and a place to be a vampire, and Bridgeport is definitely not the place. But we still have to fight. Yet survival is most important.”

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Our eyes meet in the silence of the room, and there’s something in the way that he looks at me that makes me wonder. About him, who he was, before all of this happened. Was it Azazel that stole his humanity in the night? Or was the darkness always lurking beneath the very skin that held him together? He had spoken very little of how he came to be in Azazel’s trusted company, and even less about his world before all of it.

Maybe it was the fact that it was my responsibility to bring about his fall, maybe it was the guilt that made me doubt myself. But the one thing I did truly wonder was the most, was if he needed love, required it to survive, to become a better person. Did Azazel play Doctor Frankenstein, and leave his poor monster to fend for himself? Perhaps isolation did that to a person, made them do, and accept ridiculous notions for whatever passed as love. As I had done.

We were one in the same, Vladimir and I, lonely. In the past I had made excuses for being hurt, and beaten for “love.” Just as he had played the role of the punisher. If I had of been strong enough, more brave, and less desperate for someone, and something, things would have never gotten as bad as they were. I had to be brave, as much as Vladimir needed to be calm. And as our lips lock, I could feel the beat of my heart picking up speed, and I know, that time is running to an end.

And we talk, passing the hours quickly. I ask the questions I need answers to, and he complies with a wiggle of my hips, and my body pressed against his.

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“Do we need to leave the city, Vlad? I mean, there’s so many people here against us, more everyday, how on earth can we win?” I bait him with quiet remorse, as his head rests against my frail bones. His silver hair tickling the underside of my arm.

“No, we’re safe here, they’ll never be able to pin me down, and if they did, they’d need an army.” He responds, though I’m not sure if through delusion or in attempt to quiet me. “And an army would just mean bodies to the slaughter, because I’d never let them near you, they’d be bleeding out before I’d let that happen. Besides, reinforcement’s from Azazel’s faction of the V.D.F. arrive on Tuesday, if Cane thinks that he can trust his men, then he’s a lot to learn.” For a moment, he smirks darkly up at me, the blood lust burning in his eyes.

“You don’t have to wait til Tuesday to have a shot at Cane, you know.” I whisper, forcing my voice as loud as I possibly can, but it barely makes a sound. My throat becomes unbearably dry, and my skin starts to flush. “He’s on the city, and mostly, it seems everyone is too busy to be watching him. I… I missed my chance with him, because I wanted to do it t.. Together. You and I.”

“You… You want that?” Vladimir asks as though stunned, his eyes seems to dance in the glow of the room. My lips pull into a hesitant and reluctant smile, twitching in the very corners, if he look close enough to notice.

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“I want you.” I whisper, as he body looms over mine, hungry lips crash into mine, and I panic as my breath runs low with each kiss. “I think we can start again.” I squeak, trying to stabilize my breath. “I know where he is.” I growl, trying to be as seductive as possible. The nervous knots in my stomach, quickly force a blush to my cheeks. “And we could go right now, just the two of us, and-“

“Tryna get me alone?” He winks at me, and my heart almost stops. I have to tell myself that he doesn’t know the plan, that there is no way he could.

“Can’t you tell, I’ve been thinking about it all night.” I bluff nervously. Running a brave hand down his chest, I smirk at him, trapping my lower lip between my teeth. “And as you said, violence makes me wild.” Pulling his neck down, I capture his mouth, and put on a convincing performance. sensing the lust and desire to make something bleed, I take my opportunity to lure him away. We knew where his men were, and where Azazel wasn’t. “I bet there’s a lot more privacy where he is, and the thought of his d.. De.. Body there. How could we not take advantage of it?”

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After that, Vladimir hadn’t needed much convincing, and I felt sick to my stomach by the things that I had said to convince him of it. Truly sick. I had never felt the thrill of the kill, only remorse after the fact. Perhaps I had my father to thank for that, my exceptional humanity. Despite the stories that I had heard of my father’s lineage. That all the immortals, bar my father, had bared the trait of guiltless killing. Of being true predators.

I led Vladimir hurriedly through the trees, trying desperately to remember the path that I needed to take. Anytime that I thought I had seen someone through the trees, I went straight to work distracting the impatient vampire nibbling at my neck. And finally we were at the point where the sound of guns filled the night, echoing from the little cottage from which we had just been.

They were too early, and we weren’t at the meeting point yet. In fact we were probably ten minutes out. Vladimir’s neck snaps to mine, pausing in his tracks. I had hoped that he wouldn’t know where the sound was coming from, but the look in his eyes, told me that it was over.

“Where is that sound coming from?” His question is more of a statement, his eyebrow raising up in question as he studies my features. My eyes dart away, as I try to keep my cool. Within seconds, his hand holds me tightly by the waist, preventing any form of escape, the other tracing my jugular vein. “What have you done?”

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“Vlad… Darling… You’re scaring me.” I sob, tears stinging my eyes, trying to sweet talk my way out of his iron grip. But it has no effect on him, the rage is already there, building quickly. His eyes are raging now. “Let me go, please, I.. I don’t know what you’re talking about?”

“Yes, you do!” He screams into my face, like a child who’s lost their favourite toy. ‘The guns, Vivian, can you hear the guns? Cause I bloody well can. They were not fucking there before you came. What in god’s name did you do?” What!?” His voice continues getting louder, the longer that I stay silent. I wish terribly that someone was here with me, Lucian, even my father, but I’m glad that he can’t touch them.

“V… Vlad, I’m so confused… C.. Can’t you see that?” I continue pleading with him, holding onto what was left over of my disguise and plan that I could, my finger’s barely scraping the edge. Slipping every second further. “I love you, why.. Why would I?” For a moment, I almost seem to accept the fate, until I feel what was tape to my thigh burning hot and obvious. I just had to get it, and have time to use it on him. “I love you so much. Vlad, can’t you see that? I want you, I want to be with you.”

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The back of his palm connects with my cheek, leaving a bloody and red mark in the wake. Crashing to the earth, my hand raises to my lips, preventing a loud and pitiful cry escaping my lips. My eyes dart to his, and his body, the anger radiating off of it. And my hand discreetly slides to my thigh, as I try to take the needle from the bindings. The silver within the syringe would prevent anything from him if I could just land it.

“I promise you, I didn’t. This whole town is a battle field, they hunt in packs, and they were going to find you at some point.” Forcing logic to his ears, does naught to calm the vampire. His teeth poking out from his mouth, sharply reminding me why I needed to be careful. Grabbing my face within his hand, squeezing my cheeks tightly, he growls down at me.

“You promise?” His voice is thick, and dark, heavy with the expanse of his emotions. His eyes are like daggers, cutting through me in a way that sends shivers to my spine, and he leans in closer. Kissing my lips, his teeth drawing blood, he breathes. “Cause, it wouldn’t be good for your health, and you know I wouldn’t want to do it. But sometimes, you force me into these situations, love, and you make me hurt you.”


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My voice is quickly cut off by pressure on my wrists, trying to pull me towards him. The needle drops behind my boot, and I quickly hide it, I couldn’t lose the only thing that could protect me from him. It was true, there was moments I felt guilt, but with the sting on my cheek, and the fear radiating into every nerve in my body, I wanted him gone, and out of my life. I cursed every second that I had been with him, and now I couldn’t understand who’s idea this had been.

His teeth gleam in the ghostly moonlight, as his face draws closer. I fall onto my back, and crawl back wards, trying to find safety. But he’s fast and he’s angry. The needle is all but forgotten until my foot drags it near me, the pressure sitting under my thighs. Burning hot with revenge. With need. My hand goes for it the second his teeth drive through the vein in my neck.

Like wildfire, the bite spreads, and my visions dances momentarily. My breath becomes ragged and laboured, fierce growls and rumbles echo in his throat. Claws tearing the flesh in whatever part of my body he can hold down. But I have the silver, the needle shakes in my hand, as I force a gap big enough between the two of us.

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With the pressure of my finger on the end, the silver disperses through his heart. Turning his translucent veins a horrible black. Slowly, his resistant knees, crack, and he falls roughly down. His fingers dig into the ground, tearing claw marks with each painful gasp and moan. “Wh.. Wh.. Viv-” Is all that he manages to spit out, as blood drips from his trembling lips.

“Vladimir.” I hiss at him, a small burst of pride in my stomach. This wasn’t the end, it never would be. Because he had left me scars that would last a lifetime, but perhaps this, in some way could begin to heal the wounds so I could pick up the fragile pieces of my broken life. “I don’t love you. And I haven’t for a long time. Losing our baby killed me, and it will every single day, but I’m glad. Glad that you never got to taint her. Glad that you never got to touch her. But I do feel sorry for you, love, because you’ll die alone. Your own maker abandoned you. Your men will do the same. And me? I’m the one who ended it all. And you get to spend the rest of your undead life, no matter how short that may be, knowing that I won.”

“Your a bitch!” Vladimir screams in pain, his eyes seemed to have a strange red tint to them. His muscles tense, and convulsing on the ground. Drawing the needle out, I stare down at him, with an emotion I do not understand. “Just do it then! Kill me already!”

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“Oh, that’s to easy for you.” I growl in response, shaking my head spitefully. Playing out the emotions in exaggeration so he has no doubt in his mind. “What I have planned for you is much, much worse.” The soldiers burst from the treeline, guns pointed over Vladimir, fixed over his heart, the red lasers waiting for him to try and move. Silver handcuffs lock him in place, another injection straight into his very heart. “At least you’ll finally get what you deserve…” I whisper as he’s pulled away, leaving me in the starlight to myself.

It was over…

The war had only just begun, and for the humans, their greatest struggle was just beginning. Azazel did not care whether his progeny died alone, but perhaps their bond had still been in tact, broken and shattered, hanging by an inch. But, he would come, and we would have to be ready.

Until then, I had won my greatest battle, defeated my strongest opponent. And maybe what was left for me was to pick up the pieces of my life, and sew it back together, but stronger than before. And I’d let love in again, I had to, or I’d be destroyed. Lucian gave me hope, and Rafe had to be out there somewhere. As long as Aleksi lived, then I knew someone would always be looking with me.

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But for now, right now, I could breath again.

A huge pressure lifted off of my chest.

I was free.


I’m sorry about this chapter, I rewrote so many times, but I couldn’t get it to sound how I wanted it to in my head :/ I really did try but I don’t know. It’s readable, at least *I hope*

Anyway, first order of business, I have started a story blog, called “The Harlem Apocalpyse,” and it’s a story about the apocalpyse. Zombies included. I’m probably the worst person to write this type of story since the idea actually horrifies me to the point of no sleep :p It’s two chapter in, tell me what you think.

I actually found this cool site called ‘I write like” which I wanted to share with you guys for a bit of fun. By posting a paragraph or two of your writing, it analyses it and gives you a name. I doubt it’s anything scientific, or complex, but at the very least you could get a new author to read.

Mine were:  Vladimir Nabokov and Margaret Atwood (I did the first paragraph of two different chapters).

Chapter 4.33

Posted: November 7, 2013 in Generation 4
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Chapter 4.33

“Is it really you?” Lucian’s voice is faint, and soft, his arms tightening around me momentarily. Frowning slightly, I snuggle into him, pondering the thought against my bleak mind. I wanted it to be true, god, I wanted it to be true. And I didn’t want to think about it, and that I might still not be my own person. “Vivian?” He whispers softly, drawing me from the recluse of my mind.

“I want nothing more than for this to be real, for me to be real.” I turn my head so that I can see his handsome face behind me. And my fingers play with the hem of the sheet that we sit on. The deep bruising that still haunted him like the ghost of Halloween was the the only thing that was needed to keep me as, well, me. “This is where I want to be, who I want to be. But I’d be lying if I said that it’s over… I tried to kill A.. Aleksi, and I tried to hurt you too, Luc. I’m dangerous, I know that, but I’m trying. And if you can stand by me, Luc, if you don’t give up on me just yet, I think I can fight this. Hell, I know I can…”

For a moment, our heart beats seem to meld together in the silence of our words. Heavy gunfire sounds from below the mountains and echoes throughout the city. The confusion of this war was imprinted upon every face I had seen, and in every word spoken. But it wasn’t my war. No, everyone fought for someone, and something.

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“I’m not leaving you again…” Finally the words pass Lucian’s lips, as his brow deepens, and his jaw tightens. Wincing slightly, he stretches, and the pain behind his eyes grows wild. “All of this, from the moment that you came back into my life, until now, for better or worse, has proved to me how much I really need you at my side. And after meeting your… Your… Dark Prince in those halls, and hearing the venom of his lips, and seeing the poison in his eyes, I know that you need me too. Maybe not to banish the darkness of your world, but to heal it.”

“I can feel him, Luc… Vladimir is so close, and I can feel him getting closer.” I whisper, my hands reaching for him in fear, as a child reaches for her mother in the thunder of a cold, dark night. The feeling was claustrophobic, closing my throat and turning my skin blue, but I held it together. “And I can feel Aleksi too… And it’s taking everything I have not to run from here, and hunt him down.” I gulp painfully, trying to release the tightness in my throat, and the tears forming at my eyes. “And I’m cursed, Lucian… I just want this to be over. I want to go back to living my life… To start living my life. With you…”

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Using his strength, he pulls my body up to his, almost at eye level, my hands caress his face with a slight smile. “Love, no matter what he did to you, the things he said, whatever, he’s not going to hurt you anymore. I won’t let hi-” Moving my lips in protest to his words, he hushes me, his fingers trailing down my lips. “I didn’t do a good job, I haven’t..” The edges of his lips curve into a lackluster smile, brimming with hard memories that stung his mind. “I’m gonna get better, I promise. And… I’ll learn to bloody well fight if that’s what it takes-“

“Shhh.” I whisper with a quiet chuckle, pulling his face inches from my own. Breathing in his musky scent, my heart dances on the wind of his breath that makes my head swim. “The further away you are from him, the better. I don’t want this happening to you again, or worse…” Now that I had gotten him back, the thought of losing him made me grow cold. The emptiness of just the thought sent me into panic. “Vladimir is as strong as he is cruel, and he’d make you suffer given half a chance.”

“What on earth do you expect me to do?” Lucian moans, pulling his head back to get a better view of my solemn face. “I can’t fight him because I’m too weak, maybe I am, but, I don’t want you anywhere near him. At all. And your the one that he wants. Not me. I’m just the topping on the cake. If I can’t fight him, if I can’t protect you? I sure as hell won’t just hand you over, you know that, don’t you?”

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“Well…” I think out loud, self destruction burning through my veins as I swing my legs off of the bed. Immediately I feel muscles behind me stiffen, as if he already knew the plan in play in my mind. “Vladimir won’t be easy to take down, we know that, look at you, you know that. But… And hear me out-“


“You haven’t even heard what I was going to say!” I huff at him, my eyes narrowing in on him dangerously. Lifting his hands up as if to say he didn’t want trouble, I continue. Not completely sure what would come out of my mouth next. “He’s an impenetrable force of manic control. He’s faster, and stronger than anyone that we have here willing to fight. But what if there was someone willing. Someone who was willing to get close to him, and strike when his guard is down.” The more words that pass my lips, the wheels in Lucian’s mind begin to turn. “What if-“

“Vivian…” A husky whisper draws past his mouth. A soft hand clutches my shoulder, forcing me to look him into the eyes. “I can’t let you do this… If you go, you’ll never see the light of day again…”

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“He trusts me…” I mumble, as he pushes his feet off of the bed. His groans slightly with the movement on his ribs, but stays quiet all the same. “Luc, he won’t see me coming, I promise. Vladimir would do anything to get me back, for me to… Want him back-“

“And that’s the problem, Viv.” He snaps, before dropping his gaze towards the floor. “He wants you too much. It’s obsessive, it’s a compulsive need of his to have you at his side. Who’s to say he won’t use his bloody vamper powers to make you stay? To make you into his little plaything? Vivian, he is unstable, and if he can’t have you, then don’t be dumb enough to think he’d let anyone else have his little prize.”

My mind recoils like a hard slap, and I don’t understand why. All of it was true, yet the fresh bruising turned my brain red and sore. “Vladimir likes dominance, and pain.” I hiss under my breath, vivid images of our past flashing before my eyes, like an old time movie, where we were the stars. “He’d let me die, before he’d compel me to stay. I’d fade away before he take away the torment. Luc, if it was that easy do you think I’d have come back at all. Never mind what I was ordered to do.” A crystallized tear forms and floats down my cheek. Slowly glistening in the light. “He’s the torturer, and he loves the god damn game.”

“What did he do to you…?” Is his only response, in a low, painful growl.

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Crawling into his lap, I’m careful not to disrupt his healing ribs, but I entwine myself around him, as he does to me. “If he hurt you, if he touched you…” Lucian’s voice almost verges of desperation. Softly, my lips find his cheek, and I smile weakly at him. My heart beat racing in my chest uncomfortably.

“What he did, what happened between us, it doesn’t matter anymore, Lucian.” I reply afraid. Scared that he was lurking outside. But I push it down and outside the walls of my heart. “One day, I’ll tell you about it, but right now, all that matters is taking that bastard down.” My own bravery momentarily surprises me. The force of my voice, and the surety of the words. “Maybe I’ll still have to fight for what little sanity I have left, what we all have left. Maybe this war will keep raging. But, he’s just one more obstacle in the way. And I for one, would love to see it eliminated. I don’t want to be afraid anymore…”

Another long pause between us ensues. And I feel Lucian’s grip on me tighten. “Are you asking permission, or telling me?” He finally breathes out. A nervous laugh rumbles in his chest, causing him to cough in pain. I already knew the answer, and so did he. It was a painfully obvious truth between us that we seemed to draw out for longer than need be.

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Without a word, I place my lips on his softly, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as the kiss deepens. The urgency in our lips makes me weak in the knees, and I lose all sense of time. His hands slowly slide down my back, and up again, before pulling me tighter, closer. And my fingers comb through his hair, as I lose my breath in his embrace.

Sheepishly pulling away. “I love you.” I state as if the only thing I could possibly be sure of in my life, as sure as I was that the sun would rise tomorrow, and that the sky was blue. I was sure of him. Wiping my tears away, I stand up, and rub my arm awkwardly. I knew the words that were on the tip of his tongue. And the thoughts racing dangerously through his mind. “But I’m sorry… I have to do this. There’s no other way…”

“Why’d you have to be so bloody stubborn, Vivian?” Lucian grunts through gritted teeth, before his lips find mine again. His hands slide under my legs, and he lifts me into the air, his tongue exploring my open mouth. And then as quick as the kiss starts, and the intensity driven red hot, I’m back on the ground, and my own two feet. And his body steps forward, closing in on me, his hands around my wrists, and his lips less than seconds away from mine.

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“Marry me..?” His warm breath intoxicates me, but my heart skips a beat. The blood floods into my cheeks, and noticing his bold lack of fear or hesitance towards what was being asks, sends me into a panic once again. His golden eyes search mine serenely, and I bite my tongue. “Marry me, Vivian, so I know you’ve something to come back to. So I know that this meant something. Marry me, Vivian, so I can spend the rest of my days loving you, and being loved, by you. If you’re going to leave me here today, hell bent on ideals of revenge, just give me something… Don’t go…”

My breath catches in my throat, and grows dry, like the desert in the wrath of the summer sun. And in my mind, I see myself, white dress draped over my thin, fragile body, black roses in hand. And I walk, to the beat of a drum, in tune, in time. A black suit waits at the end of the aisle, and I follow the rose petals. As I reach him, my hand reaches to his shoulder pulling him around, but he’s not my groom, not my happy ending. The last thing I see is the roses whither to dust, blood staining the flawless white.

Taking a quick step back, I feel claws at the back of my neck, and a sinister laugh blowing in the wind. Gulping harshly, I blink back the tears. “I… I can’t be.. Belong to someone like I belonged to h.. Him. I’m sorry Lucian… But I…” The shock burns on my mind, as I try to find the reasons to stop the racing of my heart. “I love you, and I know that you… I need to find out who I am… I need to find myself, and take back Vivian. I can’t just sign my life away. Not now that I’m so close.”

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“Vivian… That’s not what I’m trying to… I don’t want to…” Lucian stutters as I try to slip from his grasp, but his arm curls around my waist, stopping my escape. “I would never use your love for me as a tool to keep you at my side, Vivian, you know that, don’t you? If you want to leave, then I’ll tear these halls apart until you get home again, if I don’t follow you there myself. But, I would never marry you to keep you here, or to control you. Going to Vladimir is a crazy idea, and I could never ask you to do it, but your right, he’s too strong, and he needs to go. Does that mean I’d push this idea of yours to be the one to do it? Does that mean I’d force you to stay? No, just no. I want to marry you because I can’t imagine my life without you, and I want you to know it, I want everyone to know it.”

“Lucian, I know you’re not trying to force my hand, but I…” I try to nuzzle into him, but my muscles tense against his touch. “I’ve followed orders my whole life it seems, back home, and since I’ve been gone, I’ve stood at the side of two men who’ve owned me completely. All in the name of love. By an act of miracle I still believe in love, and it has gotten me through, but the sanctity of marriage is all but lost.”

“I can ch-“

“Vivian… Your here?” A strange voice whispers, turning my head to his direction, I already know his name. “But how? W… Why?”

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“A.. Aleksi…” I cough out, bracing myself against the influx of adrenaline. Immediately, my head starts to throb, and my vision starts to dance. But my hand reaches to Lucian’s, and I squeeze onto it tightly. “I…” Focus… My breath turns ragged, as I face the ground. “I want to.. To help with th.. The war…” Gritting my teeth together, I let out a shallow breath and look up to him briefly. “I just want to.. T… To help.”

“Vivian, this is no place for you to be.” Straightening his shirt, and playing with the cuffs nervously, his eyes might of bore into Lucian’s with confused intensity. “Your in no shape to be in a war zone, especially if you want to fi-“

“Fa.. Father.” I moan slightly, trying to control the overwhelming urges, boiling my blood, and turning it vicious. “This war does n… Not offer a.. Anyone reprieve, or opt.. Tions. I’m stronger than you th.. Think, and I…” Kill him… Do it now… My brain sings, but I ignore it. “I can get to Vladi… Vladimir, and I can stake him through his cold, d.. Dead heart.”

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“No!” I snap, turning my head to stare both the red haired vampire, and Lucian directly in the eyes. “This is my war too! You can’t protect me forever… You can’t…”

The flawless forehead of my father seems to deepen, producing heavy set lines detailing the depths of his worry. And despite the anger, the rage engulfing my body, I knew damn well that he had tried over the years to do as much as protect us. Yet, when it came down to it, the plan failed, he failed. “I told your mother to run, when the council first came for us, and you know what happened, her love made her naive, and she died for their enjoyment. So I left, Vivian, to offer you some protection from this life. And it seems, despite going against my own wishes to protect you, you’ll do what you think is best, even if it’ll get you killed. You and Rafe both.”

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“Where is he?” I growl, my thoughts on the twin that resembled my father, with his vivid hair, and pale complexion. The pain in my stomach and head seeming to dim as I tried to trace back my memory to the last time that I had seen him. And then, like a kick to the stomach, it returns once again. He was shot, and because of the V.D.F. and Vladimir, I never got a chance to see him, to find out how he had fared. “Luc, where is my brother?” I question turning around.

“Everybody is looking for somebody, Vivian.” Lucian mumbles quietly, melancholy deep within his soft, golden eyes. “Battle is still being fought, and everyone here is looking for a friend, a neighbor, a father. The survivors, they’re being questioned by everyone, and we can’t put our own needs first. I’m sorry.”

“I have to fight.” I whisper, a tear struggling at the surface of my forest green eyes. “For him. For everyone who’s lost somebody.  For me. Aleksi, Luc… I’m your best shot at Vlad, right now. If you want to keep me safe, then, getting rid of him is number one priority, because he won’t stop til he gets me. So to take my life back, there has to be some sacrifices, and fortunately, I already know the punishment fit for that barbarian. And you can’t stop me, so the better choice would be to plan for this night.”


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The pale white dress clung to my thin body in the fading light. With each sway of my narrow hips, I sung his name through my painted lips, and high into the mountains it called to him. Begging him to find me with each step that I took. But no fear trailed behind me, except for the nervous pitter patter of my heart. I was strong, and I was angry.

And maybe that was a facade.

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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…

I almost smirk to myself, hiding futilely behind the idea that I might be brave enough. Vladimir had me scared half to death and beyond, and I knew exactly what I was risking. But I wanted this to come to an end. I wanted to be able to stray from the safe side of the road, to be able to smile, and truly mean it.

I don’t want to be afraid.

“Welcome home, darling.” Vladimir coos, appearing as if out of the darkness itself. “I’ve missed you. We’ve a lot to catch up on, my love, but first-” He purrs, inches from my face, his hands cupping me softly. “- Let me just remind you of whom you belong.”

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This was it, there was no backing down now.

Author’s notes

I’m super sorry about the inconsistency with my chapter schedule the last couple of weeks. I have been going through a really tough time, emotionally and personally, which has resulted in my partner of a year going back home. Because of this I am struggling to write, and get photos, and I am sorry for that. But I’m trying, and that’s all we can ask for. 

The last few photos at the end, the game was really dark when I loaded into it, and the graphics were a little off, but i tried to fix it the best I could without having to reenter the save or game again. And I am a little bit unsure of the quality of this chapter, but I don’t want to keep delaying things. 

And this generation is almost over too.



The air in the room became impossibly heavy for Lucian as his life began to fade away. The tight grip around his throat increasingly tight, digging into the soft, and delicate skin below, matting the fur with a slow drip of blood. Around him, the alarming sounds of silence began to pulsate within his skull. The blood pumping painfully, and with each second, slower and slower. His throat raspy, as his legs dangle dangerously off the ground.

As his struggles subside, and die away, Vladimir, his attacker hisses angrily. The door being thrown open with ease, and another vampire stalking through the narrow passage. Blue green eyes, shimmer against the dim lights of the room, dark hair contouring the edges of his pale face. A flash of fangs as he dives forward, a heavy wooden stake held dangerously between his fingers. And he collides with such force against the white hair, muscles gleaming against his ghostly pallor.

Lucian’s heavy body is thrown to the floor, as both vampires meet in a brutal display of strength. However, Phineas’ young age is clear, yet his bravery is much more obvious. “Run!” He hisses to the disoriented man, dazed and on the floor, as he struggles to retain momentum. Yet, in his mind, he knew that he could not hold Vladimir at bay, however, to himself, his own life was at an end once again, yet this boy, had some resemblance hanging in the balance. “Run! Boy, now!”


As both eyes met, time seemed to slow down to eternity, and they were locked in each other’s gaze. Lucian’s strength had not been returned, and could hardly tell who it was in front of him, but he knew, if he stayed, none of them would make it out of this room alive. The extent of his injuries, making each breath an agonizing chore, blood beginning to fill the spaces where air was supposed to be. And with the guilt of a thousand crimes, Lucian swallows painfully, realizing that in his condition, he could not even help his friend. And in those moments that their eyes were locked, the feeling spread through him like wild fire, and his muscles carved in stone, not willing to cooperate with his mind, or to even move.

With a loud snarl, both Phineas, and Vladimir meet again, kicking, scratching and fighting on sheer instinct alone. Phineas’ nails scratch down Vladimir’s flawless face, leaving a messy trail of blood down over his right eye and cheek. This only serves to anger the vampire slipping down the steep slopes of insanity, to which there is no way out. The speed of each hit, and each ill fated move made it nearly impossible to tell who was winning, and who was losing.

But as their bodies pry apart, growling and hissing at each other in displays of dominance, Phineas glances back to Lucian. Fear gripping his undead heart, and a weakness burning in his knees. The night that he had become a vampire, was the night that he was going to die. It was written in the stars and everywhere that he had looked, and it was only the happenstance of a stranger that night that had saved his life. Everything between then and now was borrowed time. His life was over, the day it truly began. His family was gone, passed with age and murder. And now, there was only one choice left to make.

To save a boy, and man who had barely started his life.

And possibly, bring his nephew’s daughter back to life. God, had time passed him by that much?


His gut burns with fear, as his gaze deepens, Lucian’s soul, his for the taking. “Go.” With one swift word, the boy begins to stumble for the door.  Weakly gripping the aged stone for support, as his men wage war on the outside. Gripping onto the stake once more, Phineas nods his head determinedly, closing the gap between himself and the old vampire.

Only one of them would survive this round, and he’d give everything he could.


Bridgeport, city in the clouds, home of the stars. The cloud of haze, a sign of days gone by, of cars who sat in traffic too long, music played too loud, and a city the never slept. The vampire war had been waged for a generation, yet blood had never spilt so much on the streets, and war and never seemed so real until now. With each aching breath that I took, every battle scar had remained.  Every line drawn in the sand, a terrible gash in our histories.

And my mind was foggy, and broken, how I had arrived, or talked myself out of that prison cell veiled in mystery. I remember crying, each tear a haunting need that clung to me like shadows. I remember being terrified, of everything and everyone. Of breaking down, of screaming every fear and insecurity to the moon and back. And then, I remember running, like if I didn’t get here in time, I might not be able to say goodbye, or to say…


I’m sorry…

God what had happened? In the streets, in my mind, they seemed to reflect off of each other. Confusion, loss, bewilderment. Men patrolled the street corners, big guns attached to their hips, and hands. Grim, desolate faces, marred with blood, and other foreign messes. Through the city, the sound of gunfire was ablaze, echoing through the concrete jungle, and beyond. A trill of fear went down my spine, growing up, I’d always been scared of such an uprising, and back then, the vampires, they were seen as nothing more than a glorified gang. Trouble for anyone who had the unfortunate luck of being involved, but everyone else was safe. And now, I was the cause of such a fear.

Vladimir’s fall into madness was my doing… Azazel had said that, hadn’t he? As I walked, more forgotten memories nagged at my mind, and begged to be heard. But for now, I just focused on finding Lucian. I asked a few patrolmen, nervously, or they stopped me. Captain Lucian, they stated with sad faces that sent me running. And it wasn’t til I found the tent, and peaked inside that I understood why.


“- I killed him, Becki!” His strong, husky voice growls through the sleek material of the fabric of the sheet. Pained desperation drips with every lack lustered syllable. “I didn’t even fight… I mean he was too strong, and I… When Phineas got there, I could barely even stand, let alone fight. But I ran, I ran away, with my tail between my legs-“

“Do you think that you had a choic-“

“A choice?” His voice drops suddenly, and I find myself drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. “I led this pack here… God, I’m responsible for all of their deaths. Everyone who got hurt. You know, Derrick Hanson died last night, the kid was only seventeen, and how can I go tell his ma that he’s not coming home… All of em, they’re all on my conscience, and I’m no bloody help in this bed. My dad would hate me right now…”

“Luc, you’re dad would be proud of you, regardless of this mess. He loved you.” The female voice floats softly, as I near the entrance to the tent. Dark golden locks flow, dirt and sticks coating the ends. And a shirt, ripped and torn, with traces of blood on the sleeves. I couldn’t bare to look at Lucian, but my eyes betrayed me. And I stood their, my eyes taking in all there had to be, dark bruising over his face and body, grazing down his arms. “You’re fighting, you’re making a difference. Cane sent his men, because of you, he’s taking an active part in this war, and why? Because someone dared to make a stand. Good intentions, not so good execution, but it worked.” Her hand brushes over his leg, squeezing tightly. In a more tender voice, she speaks. “Besides, the doc said that your bones needed to set properly. You’re healing to quick for your own good. But we need to make sure it’s right, unless we want permanent damage. I know it’s hard-“


“No, you don’t.” Pushing himself off of the bed, and onto his legs, a groan passes his lips. His breath becomes ragged, as his hand brushes through his hair. “They’re all gone, and I have to live with that… And I don’t know if I can. Every time that I shut my eyes, I can see em screaming. Beck, my dad might be proud of me, but I’m not.”

“Hey.. Come on, Luc.” Becki whispers, her hand delicately touching his broad shoulders. A rush of jeaousy passes through me, before the guilt sets back in. It was true, I had ruined his life. My memory over the past few weeks were hazy at best, but I still remembered how I had treated him. The desire to drain his blood. Whispering lies of how I hated him. “Things are hard now, for everyone, and the men need their leader. And after this is all said and done, Nick needs his father. So don’t give up yet. You’ll be back to full health soon, and then… We’ll go from there…”

“What other choice do I-” My step steps down onto a piece of paper, scrunched up and knocked to the floor. And in that instant, my entire body freezes, knowing just what I’ve done. Two pairs of eyes sit on me, and the red burns in my cheeks. “What is she doing here?” Lucian growls under his breath.

“I… I don’t-“


“Deal with it-“

“Please, I just want to talk.” My voice is a high shrill. Demanding, yet weak at the same time. And my heart races in my chest as his eyes flicker, deciding my fate. But I can’t help but understand his seething rage. All of this, was my fault. The things that I had said to him, had wanted to do to him, but it wasn’t me. It couldn’t be me. Even now, I struggled against the bindings that kept my mind a prisoner.

Becki, stands on the tips of her toes, brushing her lips against the nape of his neck and ears, before whispering her desires. Lucian’s lips form a hard line, yet he nods, the girl with the golden hair walking past me, and leaving. Had she gone to get guards? To arrest me? But who could blame them.

As time begins to build, seconds turn to minutes, and I realize, I had only ever focused on getting here in time, not what would happen once I did. War was being fought, lives were being lost, and I had destroyed the one good thing I had in my life. But after all was said and done, maybe I did deserve Vlad. Maybe he knew the type of person i was all along, and tried to hide me from the world, to protect me.


“What…” Lucian coughs, his voice turning weak. “What do you want?” I wanted to say goodbye, maybe I’m better off alone….His fist tightens, turning his knuckles white with force. And as his body slumps forward, my hands ache to touch him, to wrap around his neck and hold him. But my limbs hold me tightly in place.

“The boy is okay… I… I didn’t, you know, hurt him…” I reply almost coldly, a hand on my elbow rubbing it soothingly. Except it does nothing to calm my nerves. Vladimir was in this city, I could feel him every time I closed my eyes, or that my heart bet. He was so close, yet obscured by the shadows. “I never meant for any of this. I mean, I don’t even know how it got so bad. These last months have been a nightmare, losing the baby, going home to Vlad, and then… Azazel, and Blackwater, and everything between then and now. But it wasn’t me, Luc, it wasn’t-“

“And I’m supposed to believe you, take it all for face value?” His muscles stiffen in his shoulders and neck. The beat of his heart growing stronger, and faster, as the stress took it’s toll. “It’s just another one of your lies to get close to the action.”


“You can’t understand what it was like, to have all these thoughts and desires, that aren’t your own. To have no control over yourself…” Curling my arms around my narrow waist, I frown biting into the delicate skin of my lips. Even as i think about it know, I can still hear the words circulating through my brain and deep in my veins. My father was close, I could feel him too. And it was taking everything I had to stay here, to remain calm, to remain me… “I just want to be me, Lucian. I don’t want to be like this, or to feel like this. I can hold a gun, I can shoot, I can fight. Let me go to Vladimir, to Azazel, they trust me… I can-“

“You can what?” Lucian frowns at me, his eyes narrowing in on me. And I feel a hard lump in my throat. “Tell me Vivian! Cause it seems like your full of so many great ideas right now. Why would I let you go to him?” A flash of doubt crosses his eyes, and I can’t quite figure it out. “T… To Azazel? I’m sure you’d love it.”

“I could never love Vladimir…” I growl coldly, my voice dripping with rage at the name. At the mere idea of it. Yet at the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder if I did truly deserve Vladimir, and his cruel treatments of me. “But I can help. i can come back… “

“Just go-“

“Lucian, please, if you don’t want me, if I’ve become something so unforgivable, then say, and I’ll leave, and you’ll never see me again.” My eyes focus resolutely on his, tears springing at the corners, but I manage to keep some form of dignity over myself. “But, if you can forgive, if you still want me, then… I’ll spend the rest of my life fighting to prove to you that I… I love you. And that it isn’t me. none of this has been…”

My voice shaky and a whisper breaks on the last word. A lone tear rolling down my face, cascading and shimmering like expensive pearls. Lucian pauses for a moment, his eyes boring into mine. His arms find their way around me, tightly grasping onto me. And his lips, roughly find mine.


And I’m not sure if this is goodbye…

Or the beginning…


Lucian stares across the abyss, down the long ragged valley that descended into the outskirts of Bridgeport. The tall, and thick fir trees scattered down the way. And he breathes in the musty scent of the age old city, the fumes, and dust, and the blood. The air was hazy, blocking out the light at the tips of the buildings, and settling around the bases. And suddenly, his heart was in his throat as the fur began to fall away from his morphing shape.

Stepping up, he stares back through the mountain pass that he had led his men through. They had all settled behind the grooves of the mountain and were obscured from the ground. Invisible against the night. With a restless arch of his back, he walks through the various wolves, all of which raise their tail, or whine softly by his presence. His human legs carry him into the large center of the mob, and he clears his throat loudly.


“Men and women!” Lucian calls out, focusing on keeping his voice as even as possible. No fear could come across. And all thoughts revolved around what would happen tomorrow night, as the moon hit the peak of the sky, and it’s ghostly magic overcame them all. “Tomorrow will be a great day in our history books, years from now. The human’s will praise our courage, the vampires, our strength, and we, we will sing to the heavens of our brothers and sisters who gave their everything to our preservation. Now, I will not lie or sugarcoat it, because I can see it in the minds of every single one of us, this will not be an easy fight. No, it will take everything in us, but when the moon is strong, and our veins hot with furiousity and justice, we will reign down on them.”

Several wolves shed their coats, and phase back into humanity, with nods of approval to their alpha’s words. Men who had lost brothers to the war, and mothers, children to the blood lust. Everyone had a reason for fighting, whether it be for vengeance, or justice, or glory. From the shadows, several vampires listen in, their eyes resembling the ghostly silhouette of the moon, and their own undead hearts wishing for peace.

“Tomorrow-” A second voice chimes in, the young vampire walks boldly from the tree line to stand beside the lycan. His green eyes intense and striking, in his mind, his thoughts were racing a million miles an hour, and all he could see was blood, and death, to anyone who had been involved in, planned, knew about, or even knew anyone who was involved in the death of his town, and his family. “- We fight as one team, one army, one side. Vampire, and lycan alike, fighting alongside each other for a common cause. My brethren, and my kin, we march on this city with such vitality and rage, that they can either surrender or die trying. All wolves, all vampires, all humans, if they attack us, then we will fight them, such as is war. If you stand against your family, or friends, do not martyr yourself, because if they want blood, then blood they’ll try, but if they are not willing for this fight, then let them pass.”


“Tomorrow we fight for freedom, for hope, for peace.” Lucian responds as the vampire’s voice drops to silence. Phineas stares back at the kid he had met no more than five years ago, and had the pleasure in seeing grow with both maturity and age. Things as simple as seeing one grow up, seeing time passed them by, reminded him of his immortality. Of watching the world pass him by.

The speech continued with each of them speaking for their people, and for the fate of their world. However, their minds were lit with curiosity and doubt. Had Aleksi managed to sway the president’s mind to helping their fight? Did Azazel lurk within the smog of the city, and in it’s infamous lights? And would the free packs fight alongside them all? The questions buzzed around the makeshift camp, whispered between groups, and even though fear had them in it’s clutches, the power and anticipation of the growing moon shone down onto them all.

As was decided, Phineas would take take his men around the city, and creep their way through the southern ports. Vladimir had ships waiting at the docks, filled with anti supernatural weapons, wooden bullets, spray bottles filled with silver particles, and a variety of torture devices. Sitting and waiting for the V.D.F. to collect it in a few days time in return for their loyalty and protection. And on board, Phineas knew was a ledger, filled with various receipts and evidence of their corruption. Step one would be getting that book to Aleksi, and hopefully, the president’s hands.


And through the war-torn city the forces would spread, and anyone who dared to fight, or to warn the head of Bridgeport, would be quickly and easily disposed of. A few lycans would join this hunt, hoping to sway their friend’s minds to break the shackles they had, and to fight for freedom. In the mountains, Lucian would phase into something more than human, and more than a wolf, a creature caught between the two. By his pack’s side, they would stalk down the mountain pass, and launch an attack on the headquarters their enemies had set up.

The fight would be bloody and brutal. But they hoped that they could buy enough time for their friends to join them.



My skin was positively crawling, shivering with each aching beat of my heart. I continued to pace back and forth through the small, dark room in which I had been locked. And for the first time since I had come home, I didn’t know how I felt, furthermore, I couldn’t even tell which was was up or down. The confusion sapped on my bones and my mind, restlessly nagging at some forgotten memories, or feeling, that I had since locked away.

Sometimes, if I closed my eyes, I could feel my spirit almost drifting away from my body, and with that, come a terrible fear, that seemed to eat away at my insides, turning me raw and hysteric. Because even in the darkness they lurked. Vladimir’s soft hand might rub against my back, before a single claw might trace the inside of my thigh, tearing the flesh and bleeding me dry. His stormy blue eyes watched me from the darkness of the shadows, like the ocean, soft and calm, before the winds came and turned it nasty. The cruel self assured smile upon his lips. Vladimir was here, with me, and he had been right all along, I’d never escape him.

The hands of time seemed to linger and break away, fading out of sight and mind. Seconds felt like eternity in the prison of my mind, voices sometimes screamed and shouted from their crooks and crannies in the holes that he had left me with. Telling me to escape, and to make them suffer for what had been done to me. And then the softest whisper, telling me to come back, to wake up. A lost sort of smile plays on my lips, as the door turns, and my pacing stops.


I knew this boy, and yet I didn’t. I recognized the face, but not the man he was becoming. I knew him, but yet no feelings elicited in me. A face without a name, and a heart without the warmth. And yet he came, and seemed to know me, and who I was. The soft smile on his lips, and the sorrow in his eyes. He came, and visited, with food in his hands, and warm cocoa as if to melt the ice settled in my veins. And he was young, too young for war.

“The vamper, with the red hair, the day walker… He’s your father, isn’t he?” The boy mumbles uncertainly, and my eyes study him with livid curiosity. The dark hair framing his young face, with shining eyes. In his voice is a low emotion, creeping into each word that I can’t quite detect. Sadness? Anger? “You knew my father too… I… I didn’t…” Once again, as if on cue, his voice fades to nothing. “I wish I got the chance to know him, to meet him… To anything really. But it was too late, by the time I found out who my father was, it was too late.” Tick tick tick. Time passes as he sits crossed legged in front of me. My heart racing painfully in my chest, and I can’t stand still for a second longer. “Ya know, I still remember when it happened, I had crawled out of bed, mum wasn’t in her room… And I went racing down the stairs to the kitchen, there she was, holding the phone in one hand, and her face in the other. She had been crying, and… Then she told me everything. Huttser, my father, who he was, how they met. I’d never seen her cry before.”

My fingers tap along my frail rib cage, before my eyes dart up to his. Dark circles hanging underneath the frantic green of my iris’. Head cocking to the side, I whisper. “What does this have to do with anything.” Hearing my own voice makes me crack a smile, and I nod in agreement with myself. Whispering under my breath about how I knew the face, yet not the feeling.


“You have a chance with your father.” He states outright, his skin turning a darker shade around the cheeks of his face. I drop to my knees and crawl to the bars of my cell, to where he sat. My hands curl around the silver bars that send jolts of pain through my nerves and I smirk satisfied, not yet moving. “Or maybe it is… They march on Bridgeport tomorrow night, when the moon is full in the sky. And maybe they’ll come home-” His eyes turn watery as we stare at each other, almost at eye level. “- Maybe Luc’ll come home.”

“Maybe they won’t.” I mumble repeatedly, before giggling again, and biting into my soft lips. “Yeah, yeah, maybe they won’t. Or maybe…” Trembling, my fingers bouncing back and forth uncontrollably. You want them to die, don’t you..? “The full moon goes woof woof. Yes, yes. You see, boy, the woofers will go to the leaches, and blah! Maybe he’ll come home.”

“What’s wrong with you, Vivian!” A flash of violence crosses his eyes, as he stares into my soul, maybe he wanted to take it away. With him. And I curl my lips back and hiss at him, like it was a possession that one could take away. “Everyone keeps telling me that you’re still in there, fighting. I can see the doubt in their eyes as they lie about you. I remember when I met you back in Bridgeport, we were both younger then, more naive, but you were a fighter… For me… You got up in a room of those blood suckers, in front of Azazel, and those pathetic excuses for wolves, and argued for my safety. They could’ve killed you, and I swear that you didn’t even care. And now… It’s like you don’t even know who you are anymore.”


“Who I am?” I respond half confused, by both what it meant and who he was. Back in Bridgeport, their had been a boy, oh that was so long ago though. And the cold touch of winter lays on my cheek for just a moment and I sigh a deep breath almost painfully. And something pushes at the surface, bubbling underneath the thin line that blocked whatever out.

“I don’t even think you know anymore…” The boy whispers. His voice faint, and low, almost like he was talking to himself. And a small frown touches his face, the hairs of his brows drooping slightly. Somehow, I knew him… “And Lucian, and your father, and everyone in this town who can fight, are off to the blasted city and for what? We need to fight this war, yes, but do you think either of them would go in guns blazing if you had nothing to do with it?” T… Yes, T, it started with T, I’m sure. Good, let them die for you… But… I… I can’t… “Love truly is a cruel thing that they’d sacrifice their lives for nothing, because that’s what you are. Nothing. And Vladimir will feed well, because of you.”

With mention of his name, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on edge. Prickling up underneath my dirty, tangled knots. They all needed to suffer… Didn’t they. My eyes drop to the ground, as I twirl my fingers between each other in concentration. Except, Vlad would win, he always won. Pausing. “The hunter will claim his prize, then, won’t he?” But, I didn’t want him to. My brows push together in confusion. I hated Vladimir with every fiber of my being, and I wanted my father dead, surely it was a win-win situation either way. Deep down inside, there was a sense of forbidding. Almost resembling fear, almost resembling some form of humanity for them.

“Vivian, Lucian is going to that city, probably to die.” My head starts to spin and in my ears is a high pitched screech. “Vivian, wake up.” Except this time, even though his lips move, it is not his voice that I hear. And I think that I finally understand.

Momma… Wake up, save them, save him…




Lucian could feel his muscles quivering, strength radiated throughout his entire body, so much so, that he couldn’t contain it all within his human body. Within minutes, his nose and mouth draw away from his face, creating a beastly muzzle, with thick dark red fur tracing along his jaw line. Long claws edge his fingers, and deadly teeth hang down from his mouth as he growls his orders.

One by one, the lycans speed down the mountain, towards the low lying headquarters of the vampires that they hunted for tonight. Silently they descend, their paws moving noiselessly with each step. Their breath shallow and controlled. A few vampires guard the front entrance to the lot that it sits on. And members of the pack, with less than a growl from Lucian dispatch from the rest of the group and attack.

Through the silence of the night, loud, bloodcurdling screams erupt, even from the strongest looking vampire, large canine teeth sinking into his neck, claws tearing the flesh in his back. The creature loses it’s momentum with the force of the lycan’s attack, and soon, turns to ash, as it’s heart is torn from it’s body, enclosed around furry fingers. With the sounds of the carnage, reinforcement’s break from the front doors, welding both guns, with bullets encased in silver, and startled lycan’s fighting their own. And Lucian’s eyes smile as his own contingent break from the tree line and enter the building from the back, while their enemies are distracted.

Through the dark halls of the far entrance of the building, Lucian stalks quietly beside his small group of about four other wolves that were left at his side. He knew that time was running out, even though the advantage of surprise was on the side of the rebels, there were many dangers still to come. Vladimir, as their sources had stated, had grown mad as time had passed him by. His strongest men found their duties at his side, guarding and watching over him closely. Perhaps it was for his own safety, or for everyone else’s.


A group of men burst through doors, blindsiding Lucian, and his men. A vampire hisses, baring it’s teeth at him, a gun cocked and ready in on hand. The sound as the trigger is pulled is deafening, the sound echoing through the old walls. And Lucian lunges towards the creature, almost oblivious to the fact that it was too late. The bullet tears through the flesh in his abdomen, and burns painfully as he collides into the creature. His hand tearing through his chest, howls of pain erupting through his throat as the rest of his men fight back.

Rolling off the vampire as it turns to dust in front of him, Lucian’s hand encloses the wound as he whimpers. A strange metallic liquid oozing with the dark crimson blood and onto the cold floor. The silver burning through the broken bullet deep inside his gut, and infecting the flesh, agonizing him with every pump of his heart, like a searing hot blade pressing against his innards. Breathing heavily over the sounds of carnage surrounding him, his vision dances momentarily, and his only thought is that he needs to get it out before the skin heals over it. And with a hesitant thought, his fingers search for the foreign object.

Dropping the silver fragment to the floor, Lucian finds his feet. Wrapping a hand over the wound as if to soothe himself, his thoughts drift weakly to what else awaited him in this stone fortress. Fear seized his muscles as he stalked forward, curling his lips back in warning as both his men, and the enemies filled the halls with fighting. Would this place be their grave? or could good finally overpower the evil in the world, even just once? They were strong, and it seemed that everytime they killed one, two more would take his place. And it seemed impossible.


Signs of struggles filled the night. Cries of pain, and growls of disgust, gunshots cutting through the crisp air like a knife, and fear rippling through the very fabrics of everyone involved. Enemies and friends, fell side by side throughout the darkness and under the moon’s embrace. Warm blood staining the pavement, and soaking into the mud and grass. Ashes blowing away in the wind like dust.

The rebels were both well trained, and brave, with the moon at their side, they were impossibly strong, however, due to sheer numbers alone, were getting over powered. Vampire’s a hundred or so years old, and lycan’s fueled by blood lust, with only one goal in mind, kill, kill, kill. Making the way into Vladimir’s inner sanctum was almost tragic for Lucian more times than he could count, and with only his natural instincts to help his fight, and the ache in his stomach, more times than not, the danger he was in was due to being a fraction too slow, or overstretching the damaged muscles.

Terror caught in his throat as he breathed in the musty, metallic scents around him. Blood, he could almost taste it, the scent was the strong, and overwhelming. But Vladimir was close, and he followed the scent til he found the heavy wooden door, which he was sure that the old vampire lurked behind. Before the wolf could even stop the thoughts, Vivian was dancing through his mind. Lucian could see her crying on the floor, his arms wrapping tightly around her in comfort. The bruising on her skin, and the hysteria of her voice. Vivian had been scared because of him.

Vivian was gone, because of him.

And he’d tear his heart out, because of her…


The door crashes open, as Lucian stalks inside proudly, and as expected, his eyes lock in on his ultimate enemy. Vladimir was slumped against a large sofa at the back of the room, two girls, lay against each other, their skin pale, their blood drained. Blood drips down from his lips, and pale, ghostly skin. His blue eyes, filled with anger as he stares back, tinged with the slightest shade of red. Of blood.


“Ah, Lucian, Vivian’s mutt.” The vampire snarls, appearing in front of the young wolf, with glistening fangs and hollow eyes. Arrogance lathers the thick accent of the Russian born vampire. “Wrong door, I’d say, aye pup.” Smirking victoriously, as though the creature had won already. Growling in response, Lucian crouches in anticipation for any form of movement or danger. “But I knew you’d come. I always knew you’d come.”


And with the final word, Vladimir’s muscles spring to life, propelling him from his casual stance towards the lycan. Teeth glistening in the dim light, bared towards the jugular vein. Hands lift Lucian up high in the few seconds before he crashed into the ground with such force, that the wind was knock completely out of his lungs, and blood starts to spill from the gun shot hole in the boy’s abdomen.

With a loud hiss, Lucian tries to catch his breath, however, the vampire won’t allow it. Lifting his fist high above his head, Vladimir’s knuckles almost land against his jaw. Yet the lycan hadn’t given up yet, he had prepared himself for the brutal battle that awaited him. Catching the incoming fist, teeth sink down across the joint in his palm.

Seeing an opportunity to sway the momentum into his favor Lucian rolls Vladimir off of him, claws tearing into the immortal face, blood streaming off before he overpowers his attacker. Laughing as he does so, Vladimir uses his inhuman strength to send him flying off of him. “You think this’ll impress her, mutt? You think she’ll love you just cause I’m gone?” Stalking towards him, into the middle of the room, the tip of his boot drives into the large wound, sending screams of pain echoing around them.


Vladimir drops to his knees, his bloodied hands pushing Lucian down as he struggles to fight back, his fist pounding against his jaw. “I’ll take my time with you, because I want you to suffer. I want you to know that she’ll never choose you. That you’re weak, not strong enough to even try to win her back. You’re pathetic.”

Struggling for breath, Lucian can’t even see straight, the force of Vladimir’s fist dazes him completely. He can feel the blood pounding in his head, and his vision turns to white, and black again, yet still he struggles. Trying to lift his arms up to shield his face, he’s held down again. “Y… You t… Think she c.. Could ever love you if… Ff. You didn’t com… Compel her so.” Trying to speak, Lucian’s ribs ache, and despite his unnatural rate of healing, the damage he was sustaining wasn’t healing quick enough for what was happening to him.

“I will kill you for your insolence in time, my boy. But for now, you do not talk such lies about my wife-“

“She’s not your wife!” Lucian screams over him, the pain of it turning his insides to knots, and giving him enough adrenaline to fight back for even just a moment. Escaping from Vladimir’s clutches he pulls himself weakly to his feet. The Vivian that he knew, that he loved, she used to beautiful, and stronger than she was now. She deserved better than she thought, better than Vlad. Better than even him. “She doesn’t love you.”


“Those will be the last words, you’ll ever say!” Vladimir finally snaps, seeing red, he lunges at the infuriating man wolf, wrapping his fingers tightly around his neck. He didn’t even want to taste his blood, not now, before he had thought it fit revenge, yet now he wanted the last thing for the boy to ever see, to be him. To feel the helplessness of death.


And that’s what Lucian would take to the grave. Feeling his life slip away, he knew that he had failed her. That maybe Vladimir was right, and Vivian had been right all along stating that she could never love him. Death wasn’t the warm embrace at the end of a hard life, there wasn’t a light at the end of the tunnel, at least that’s how he felt in those moments. Pain, and loneliness, and debilitating shame had overcome him now, as his lungs demanded air. “Sh… She d… D… Does… S… Sn’t l. Love y… Y.. Y….”

God help us all he thought. His thoughts briefly turning to the carnage outside as his everything turned to silence. The sound of the door being opened, of footsteps and screams meant nothing anymore.

And then there was black…


Author’s notes

So sorry for the delay in this chapter >_< I’ve just been caught up in everything for the last week, and haven’t had time to finish this chapter up. I really need to get more organised 😛  

Aside from personal dramas. My family turned my birthday into like a three day affair, going to the beaches, dinners, and catching up with everyone. The new pokemon game came out a few days ago too. So I’ve been super busy. No excuse, but still. 

Anyway, I’m going to try my hardest to get the next chapter out soon.

Authors notes

So this chapter will be in third person, and I apologise if it seems a little jumpy :S A lot happens in this chapter, and I wanted to keep it all in the one chapter, instead of breaking it into two or three smaller chapters to showcase the events.


The midnight moon shone down lazily, lighting up the dark night with a ghostly silhouette. The cold embrace touching the earth, and trees, casting their nasty shadows across the plains, dark figurines casting a watchful eye over the forest. And all it’s inhabitants, and on that night, it seemed especially full. Packs of wolves, of about five to ten in each set ran noiselessly through the trees, and over the cold, mossy ground. If they were all to run in one large pack, there might have been seventy, led by a large red wolf, with definite hunger and power with each stride.


And throughout the packs, lay a deep consciousness, running and intertwining through each being in the group. Thoughts and images passing through their minds as they communicated their darkest thoughts. War… War was coming, and each wolf ran with the idea heavy upon their minds. Fear was evident, but even deeper than that, was pride and courage. And like men marching to war, the wolves thought of their families, and their pretty wives back at home nursing their children. The saw their mother’s eyes, and the vampire’s snarls. Blood, and death followed where the vampire went.

Lucian pauses for a moment, breathing in the cold air around him. Bridgeport. The air was already changing to the dreary North, and the temperature seemed to plummet from the hot and sticky south. And the pungent stench of blood and rotting carcasses was already beginning to turn his stomach. Ever since the day that Vivian had spoken for the rebels and herself in front of the president and cameras, things had changed here. Vladimir had stopped enforcing the rules of his precinct, and thus, his men had drowned themselves in the blood of the once lively town. Perhaps, it was his rule that they slowly kill the sky tall city.

Vivian… He thought solemnly of the last moments that he had shared with her. Of the girl speaking to some kind of invisible demons and turning hysterical. Whining softly, he gazes towards the moon. Thinking of his own fate in the dying city, and he wondered, how many of his kin and his pack could march this road back home. And he suddenly felt a terrible guilt and pain in his chest. But with the solemn duty of marching them to battle, he felt a strange stirring in him also.


At his side, his neighbors, his friends, men and woman he had never seen before were willing to fight at his side. They were willing to make a stand against the leeches, and together, in five nights time, when the moon had reached it’s full in the sky, they would unleash a fury upon the monsters who had tried to unleash hell in the mortal world. Vengeance burnt in his mind, for his father, who had died at the hands of them, and for Vivian, who still suffered, and for every single god damn person on this plane of life.

And it was that anger, that sent him spiraling down the mountain side, his pack breathing heavily as they exerted themselves with each hasty step. Being lycans, and inherently something more then wolf, something more than human, each hour brought Bridgeport closer, and under the cover of night, the ambush was being set. However, Lucian didn’t know if they would get caught before the city, and the battle would be over before it had even started. But with careful, methodical breaths, he scented the air around him and scanned his eyes across the shadows for a hidden trap.

His nerves were in his stomach as he buried them deep down inside of his belly. He didn’t need fear. He didn’t need to be afraid, least of all let his pack know that he was. Looking up to silent footsteps, the vampire with the deadly stare races beside him. Phineas’ ocean green eyes flicker across the grassy mountain side before turning to the wolf. “Can you feel it?”


Even though the wolf did not respond in human words, he lets loose a small whine in response. The full moon’s power was already reigning down on the lycan’s, and even the young vampire could feel it in his own blood. An ancient restlessness falling on his chest, and making him ache with hunger and strength. If they were dangerous any other day of the month, then they were fatal now. The pact with the moon and stars, and the unforgiving sun.

“Lucian…” Phineas whispers quietly, almost to himself. Reliving a memory of old, stained with tears and pure desperation that it hurt his chest. “They killed my family. The vampires. And I know we’re all going into this with ‘pure’ intentions, but they took my family away, and I’ll make them suffer for it.” Behind his eyes, blonde hair danced before him, with brilliant pink lips caressing his skin. A baby giggles softly in the shadow of his mind, and he grits his teeth together tightly. “If I see my chance, then I’ll take it. Just like we all will… We’ve all just cause for this fight, loss and suffering and vengeance, and if it does not blind out vision, then lets us harness it to reign down hell over all of them.”

As the cold voice fades to silence, the vampire looks out grimly on the passing trees and scenery. His thoughts lay in Ravenwood all those years before, in the arms of his wife, Rayne, and the hand of his daughter. Their brilliant smiles, and soft eyes. The date of his wedding and the nervous jitters that lay in the very depths of his core, that seemed to ease when his eyes fell on his blushing bride’s heavenly silhouette. Why were the human’s trying to ignore the fact that they were little lambs left to the wild wolf? And when they had tried to fight, they had lost more blood than they had taken. They were cowards, making him face a war that only stemmed from ideals of revenge and self destruction.


Towards the mountain pass, the brooding souls seem to travel, following the freezing winds, and ever present rain falling like a waterfall. Beware, the fog seemed to call, the mountains and the trees whispered in unison too, almost all of nature seemed to cry out together in one lonely howl, war is coming...


Aleksi walked down the ill fated path, over tree roots that had settled into the earth’s musty soil and grown like vines, weaving in and out over the forest floor. With each careful step, a deep ache settled in his throat and down his neck, reaching down his bronchial branches and fanning into his lungs like autumn leaves, falling to the very pits to be forgotten. When was the last time he had fed on the blood of the living?

Despite his vampirism, he thought as he pushed through the last of the trees into a delicate man made clearing, he had never enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. Never reveled in the power it gave to him. Aleksi was a man of science and conscience. Every number on the death toll was another soul to mourn to heavens gates. And looking at the wrath his kind had brought to this world, he didn’t believe such a thing could really exist.


Eyeing up the new wooden home spread out over half a dozen acres. Creamy embossed paint and a pool smelling distinctly of chlorine. A small, yet nervous smile creeps over the vampire’s face as the sun shines down unforgivably over the family giggling and splashing ahead of him, unaware of his presence. Armed guards stand nervously about the estate. Vampires couldn’t face the day, all vampires but himself. And they were at war.

Slowly, to not scare them and alert them to his unnatural state of being, he crosses the field and draws closer to the man who could spin the war in his favour. The president, Mr Cane. But before he could introduce himself, before he could name himself as friend, the guns were upon him.


Screaming and shouting, they ran from their posts, ordering Aleksi to raise his hands above his head or else… Cane senses his presence and orders his family inside. A young girl, grabbing her mothers hand as she’s pulled into the safety of her home. Could Vivian have been like that girl? Once scared and terrified of what she was deep down inside? Did she need someone to hold her hand and keep her safe? Now, they’re in biting distance, and he frowns sadly. The vampire, noting their raised heart beats as their orders turn to silence. His eyes reaching for the older man’s, and holding Canes gaze proudly, yet humbled.

“He’s a vampire!” They shriek, lifting their guns to his heart and enclosing him in a tight circle. A vampire, a day walker, Aleksi braces himself, such a wondrous, yet totally fearful sight indeed.


Nestled between large gaping valleys, with livestock bleating on the hillsides, and a winding river, shaped like a serpent, Appaloosa Plains sat. Through the town a wave of fear had settled, much like it had over the continent on which the vampire civil war seemed a plague to all with a human heart. Bars, and planks of wood barricaded the outside world from the insides of people’s homes. Now, even despite the last of the Summer sun, the townsfolk had become just as solitary and recluse as the vampires of old.

The world had definitely changed since the war had broke out, and now, people, ordinary people had rifles with bullets fashioned out of wood that sat against their sofas, and had melted down their precious silvers to long metal rods. And the south still stood, relatively untouched from such unnatural beings as the news termed them.

Far on the outskirts of town, where the river waters lapped at the sandy shore, stood a house. The unremarkable white paneling, and large barn, common to the area, lying inside the broken down fencing that lacked loving attention in recent years. But inside the barn was where the real scene was unfolding. Candles lit the way in the barn, furnished with odd pieces not seeming to quite match with the others.


“We have housed many a rebel in this very barn. Times are tough, many are injured, scared and afraid, and this place, it acts as a safe haven.” The woman with the dark crimson hair speaks, her voice is soft yet stern. And Becki immediately noted down that she was alpha here. “Once, this place used to be filled with the sound of horses and children screeching. I remember it well from my youth, but things have gotten worse in recent years, it’s getting harder to ignore it, when murder happens on the streets around us. The town is in a real panic now. It’s not half of what it used to be, and it hurts to think what everywhere else is like.”

“I apologize for the violence that my kind brings.” Baltezhar responds quietly, his eyes like daggers into theirs. Piercing their eyes in such a way, that the three lycans found their gazes on the floor. Shifting in his seat, his chest seems to tighten, and he wondered, as he often did, whether if he could have loved Elvira if this war would have happened at all. He knew it was the council’s own greed that caused it all to happen, but, maybe if her life had of been spared, then war could have at least been delayed. “Aleksi, his men march on Bridgeport.” The vampire states cutting straight to the point.


“And will he not do what all men do when it comes to war?” The woman whispers sadly, her head dropping as her voice does. In her mind she could see a vision of the past, of her father and a young girl, a horse with a chestnut coat, and she smiles, wishing that for a moment, they could all go back to the lives that they once lived. “There are many innocent men and women in that city, and more than half of them are being threatened with death to fight in this war. Shall they not have justice? Or when the battle ensues will every man have to fight their own battle, and only which side they stand on and not the reason serve to stand?”

“I do not appreciate that you would see my mate in such a light, Clary.” Becki growls calmly to the girl, who in a similar position to her, had to fight for the safety of her pack. And the young girl knew that by mentioning that their kind also marched would make them all think about this battle. “Lucian, son of Huttser and chief of Blackwater. He fights alongside the rebels, with the rebels. I wish that I could sit here and discuss every reason and need for this uprising, to all of you, I wish that I could. But war is here, and the South as you said, it is not the place that it used to be.”


“So what is it that you’re asking?” The man with the blonde hair pulled back with a tuft hanging down finally speaks. His hand slowly rubs the calf of his mate soothingly as he looks up at her with a soft look in his eyes. He could feel the familiar feeling that almost seemed to tug at his sense of justice and pride burst in his chest. The lycan wanted nothing more than to fight for his pack and to create a safe place to raise his children, free of war.

“The full moon…” Becki begins, feeling her heart in her chest as she begins. Knowing that how this pack chose could sway the ending of the battle in the city under the full moon. Knowing that if one pack stood with them, then the others would join, and perhaps it could save the life of just one of her own.


It had taken less than a few moments before Lucian had found his feet again. Pushing his muscular body off of the cold tiles below, he felt the anger rippling throughout his body, and his vision dancing before his eyes. The rise of the moon was restlessly burning in his mind as he found himself out on the road. His shirt and jacket almost torn completely off his raging hot body as it burnt with his emotions.


He’d kill them, all of them, the vampires that was, if that would bring her back to him. And as he made the pact, his muscle began to shiver with the familiar ache of transformation. And Lucian growls, a vicious, monstrous snarl as his top lip curls back revealing his fangs to anyone who would dare to look.


His body curls over as his fingers claw into the dirt. The fabric covering his legs and feet beginning to tear away as his shape begins to morph into something less than human. A dark, dirty red begins to cover his skin in tufts of fur to cover him completely. His face begins to form a long muzzle, with sharp, powerful teeth bared to the world as it lifts it’s nose into the air and howls. It’s haunting melody sings of heartache and loss, but bitter down to it’s very core.


As the deafening howls turns to silence, it noiselessly turns to the woods, and begins to run. Wolves were common in these regions, and to anyone who might have spotted it under the cover of night, it would not be a strange sight. However, it was no ordinary wolf. Larger in size and strength, more ferocious, and with the stunning intellect of man. All over the world, man had seen this transformation and named him werewolf, a demon stalking the moon’s desolate path.

And tonight Lucian would follow the night to the North of the land. To where the ocean meets the land, and snow caps the mountains. Bridgeport… The journey would take almost a week to find the city in the stars, but when he did, he would hunt down every vampire in that city and tear their hearts out himself. And when he found Azazel… If in that city he even resided, he’d make him suffer.


“Lucian…”A soft whine sounds behind the large, muddy red wolf. His prints on the forest floor cease as he lifts his muzzle into the dark night air and breathes in the musty scents around him. The forecoming scent of Autumn of the breeze, and one of his own. The soft careful steps from the smaller wolf, the colour of summer herself. Sensing her presence, the large alpha growls, the ripples errupting from the very depths of his stomach and rising to his throat.

“Stay away!” He hisses, snapping his head back in her direction, turning to gaze upon her proud strong muzzle, the speckling of gold running down the dark fur. And in that moment, under the cover of the moon, he was reminded of all the reasons that he had loved her. Not loved her in any sense of the word that he had been in love with her, but love, love as in the admiration and inklings of remorse as he looked into her deep eyes. Her wolf was strong, and agile, and beautiful. Becki had the true makings of an alpha with every thought out step of her sunlit paws.


Even as the fur begins to fall away from her four legs, revealing soft pink flesh below, she’s stunning. Under the moon and the fall of dusk, she humanely reveals herself. Crouching before the angry red wolf, she takes a step towards it. Her golden hair flows behind her in long, wild locks. And a frown mars her face. Her lips whisper darkly. “Don’t do this…” Their connection is so clear cut. He could feel her on the wind, and her him. Even as his own fur begins to fall away in his own transformation. “This is a vampire war, Lucian. And she-” Becki pauses for a moment, hesitation crossing her words. “- She is child of the darkness. No good can come from this, if it was any one else, would you be so quick and foolish to fight?”

If it was anyone but Vivian..? The male’s lips curl back, revealing pointed teeeth in a vicious snarl. Turning away from her, Lucian tries to walk away, but she quickly cuts in front. Her eyes taunting with the look he knew far to well. Things were different now, but she had been his mate, and they, wild wolves. Adrenaline, and blood lust stained their very veins, and if it came to it, she would draw her fangs against him if need be. And she was walking on thin ice as it was with mentions of her... “Let me go…” Lucian responds darkly, not giving into her pointless questions. But Vivian’s face haunted his mind. Azazel’s and Vladimir’s too. And he’d get his revenge on all of them if need be.


“No.” Eyes narrow in on his stiffly, as Becki’s lips pulls into a tight, frustrated line. The winds blows around ahem, bringing new scents, and a cool breeze onto their warm bodies. Her eyes twinkle sadly with a foreknowledge of what was to come. With the soft compassion burning as Lucian’s emotions raged against his own better judgement. And he doesn’t care. “We could leave this all behind us… Lucian, you wouldn’t need to fight, hell, this is not our war to figh-“

“Not our fight?” Growling, the male take a step towards her, but she doesn’t back down. And both sets of eyes bore into each others, unblinkingly and unchanged. “We are Lycan, yes, and they vampires. But shall we let them scar this land, and torch the forests we hunt, claim the boundaries we protect, and kill those we love? No. We have the choice to put our tails between our legs and hide, but we are also human. Becki, our land, our people are crying and bleeding. Vivian is… It’s not only about her… The vampires will not stop at mere mortals and their own kind. No one deserves their kind of power, and no one, not even them, can live forever.”


Guiltiness covers her face, as she looks down, before her eyes climb back to his golden eyes. But it was true. this wasn’t just about her… It was about everyone. His pack didn’t need to fight this war, and neither did he, but could they allow their child to grow up in a dying world? To live, but for how long? The vampires were greedily ambitious, and power hungry, if they wanted to kill every single non believer in the south, and turn everyone not yet willing to die, no one would stand in their way. Not if members of his kind still thought of it as not their war.

“Just make sure that she isn’t the only reason that you’re fighting…” Becki finally responds, her voice is a slight above a whisper, and just as weak. Her eyes almost betray what she is thinking, for she is a proud wolf, and brave as the wilderness circulating her veins, yet when she thought of what they stood to lose, her heart rose to her throat. She thought of her son, an orphan by the age of two. Fatherless if she didn’t die by his side, by her pack. But what kind of life would befall young Nikolai if she couldn’t fight at all. Her eyes, somewhat unwilling tear away from the angry suns that were his own. “Then let us fight… Call the pack, we have a battle plan to discuss.”


Lucian pauses, holding his breath as though it could help him think better. If it wasn’t Vivian, if she meant nothing at all, would he still be standing here, ready to fight? If she was anyone else, would he still bear arms? And the truth was, it took less than a moment to realize it could be anyone or no one at all, and this war would still be wrong. It was in his blood to fight this war. And maybe, just maybe it was fate that meant he’d fight for Vivian.

“Thank you for fighting for me, Beck.” Lucian’s strong voice falters for a moment. Through all of this, she had tried to help him, and he had never fought for her. Instead only led her onto believe that he was a stronger man, and that their road would be pathed with happiness. He had only broken her down, and yet still, here she was. “God knows I don’t deserve it.”

“But this pack does, Lucian.” Becki answers all too quickly, much more than she’d like to give him. Yet her voice is flat, and almost cold. She understood his words almost all to well. Yet… They were mates for five long years, they protected their pack as one, and she had mothered his first born son. They were connected irreparably now. Yet maybe she was too kind, too forgiving, but she didn’t hold it against him. Maybe she should, but she couldn’t.


“I’m sorry.” He whispers gruffly as she slightly frowns. “Join me…” Lucian continues, sniffing the air once again. Almost proudly with the sense of security that these were his lands. “In calling our pack.” The slight emphasis on the word almost makes her smile. And together, they raise their mouths to the darkness, and the stars, and call. To their pack brothers and sisters, to anyone listening.

And on the breeze, change was coming…


“Where am I?” I call out loudly, yet not loud enough for anyone to come running through the door and give me answers. A small bed sat in the corner of my small confinement, with a porcelain throne, and wooden barrier giving some false sense of privacy. A small box TV sitting lonely, black against the white walls, screaming tales of horror and reality.

Silence surrounds me, except a deep, bellowing howl fills the night. Climbing up to the heavens themselves. And a shiver runs down my spine and consumes me. One by one, more and more wolves pick up the call, and the howls multiply. My mind instantly imagines Lucian. Perhaps it was his pack racing on the wind. And I laugh. It really did seem stupid, all of it.


A man turning into a wolf. It was something out of a D-grade horror movie. And Lucian? Another laugh fills the room. The bitter anger choking my giggles and turning them sinister. And my father, I was right to try and kill him, I mean, look where he locked me up. The familiar excitement of the image of his blood flashes before my eyes, and I lick my lips hungrily.

I’d have another chance, he locked me up instead of destroying me. And of course he had visited me in here, telling me how sorry he was. I can’t help the tears stream down my face, as I struggle to breath, it was the biggest joke of all. The deep bellowing chuckle echoes all around me, serving to egg me on. He was weak and a coward. It wouldn’t be long before someone cracked and let me free.

And that would be their final mistake…



“We must talk, Lucian.” A voice whispers from the darkness in the trees. And withing seconds, the owner appears in front of the alpha, bringing two men along with him for protection. The vampires ghostly green eyes glow with curiosity as his eyes all the wolves congregated in this place. One of his men, looks around the place with a strange look of boredom as he stares at the ground. The man opposite him, stands alert, his bright blue eyes disconcerting the pack ever so slightly.

“What about, vampire?” Lucian responds proudly. If his pack wasn’t around he might have just talked with the red haired creature, but now, with them as his witness, he had an image to uphold. They were free wolves, and he would not be ordered by some vamper to do his bidding. That being said, right now, tensions were frayed, and he felt the anger stirring in his belly for these creatures.

Aleksi pauses looking about the makeshift camp. He could feel his stomach churn slightly at the faces of these creatures, so prepared to die in the so called glory of war. And he could feel a terrible helplessness come over him. He, along with Lucian, were proud beings, and this was his war. It wasn’t their duty to die. “What is it that you are planning to do here tonight?”


“Let’s cut the games, Aleksi, you know why we have gathered, that’s why you’re here-“

“I’d still like to hear it from your mouth, nonetheless.” Cutting in, he quickly looks away. His eyes gazing upon all the faces that were here tonight. Some wolves, some human, some something in between. And he could feel his insides once again tighten. He didn’t fight this war for glory, or anything like that, he fought so others wouldn’t have to. So they might be spared the horrible truth of what war really was. And yet right now, they all seemed rather self destructive.

“Aleksi… I…” For now he felt tongue tied. Lucian bites down lightly onto his lower lip, trying to collect his thoughts. “This war, it almost seems everlasting, that before it ends we will all face loss and the suffering that they inflict. I’m almost positive that there is not a single person on this planet who hasn’t yet been touched by this fight, and who will fight? If not us? We have fought for too long trying to prevent the war from really erupting, from taking weapons off them, and… The time for prevention is over… Aleksi, war is upon us, and I will take my pack, and take them north. We are lycan, we’re trained to kill vampires, and that is what we will do.”


“Do you really believe that you could kill either Azazel or any of his captains?” Baltezhar questions, raising a quick eyebrow at the wolf. Scenting the air quickly, anger and uncertainty taint the breeze. “Vladimir is over six hundred years, and he is heir to Bridgeport, I assume that is where you are headed?” Although he admired their courage, their willingness to die was rather pathetic and weak in his eyes. They were fighting on sheer instinct alone, no plan, no knowledge of what they were walking into. “And then there is Azazel… War is not a game. And not one that any of you need to play.”

“Baltezhar, Aleksi, Phin…” Becki says calmly, trying to hide her quivering voice from the three vampires standing before her. The impact of the words spoken had shaken her. She knew it was true but had never considered the actual logistics of it. “I’m a mother, do you think I’d leave my boy’s side for something so pointless. What Lucian meant, was that no one will leave this war unscathed. They’re already infiltrating the south. It won’t be long until we’re forced into this fight. And I’d rather that we chose to fight, and had the element of surprise on our hands.” Her head turns slowly around the edges of the trees as she finds the faces of those who recognized, some that she didn’t. But they were all here for the same reason. Eyes clouded with both fear, and fierce determination. “Perhaps it is his love of your daughter, Aleksi, that Lucian so quickly sharpens his fangs, but would you not do the same. Does the love of your family not push you, all of us, to this same dark conclusion. We must fight, but maybe, we can work together to create a plan that works for us all.”


A few of the men standing by with careful ears, growl and nod in response. Others murmur with acceptance, and talk of how their family, if not all of their families were worth the fight. Aleksi swallows hard, his eyes carefully studying the woman’s thoughtful face. “If war is what you all plan here tonight, then so be it. It is true, all of what you have said, however, know now, that if this is not your fight, then walk away now. If you chose to bear arms, then… We have plans to discuss.” As the vampire finishes his sentence with a soft nod at the alpha, he leads his family along behind both the male and his feminine half away from the group. “As you know, I have not feed on mortal blood in months on months. In some ways, I suppose it makes me stronger than they are, I can walk proudly in the day without fear. However my humanity also makes me weak. And if I am to join you, then I must feed, and grow strong again.

“And what would you have us do til then?” Lucian pauses with a deep breath. He runs a hand through his tangled hair, trying to comb through the knots, and collect his thoughts as he did so.

“The packmaster should surely have better tactical knowledge than this, shouldn’t he?” Phineas mumbles from the back of the group. breathing out his words in a long drawn out sigh. And his eyes flicker around his body, and into the trees. In his own core he could feel his own undead heart thud with the anger that had been built up over the years. The loss of his family would make this battle, and his own fight so much more vicious. A wounded animal.


Lucian grits his teeth together painfully, capturing the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb. Gently pinching the bridge and breathing out deeply. “There is something is suppose… It’s a long shot…” His eyes peer nervously at the old vampires, not knowing how they’d respond or if they thought of it already.The five of them had a strange relationship, and right now he wasn’t sure where exactly he stood with any of them. At times they’d been an ear to listen, other’s he been thought an idiot. “The press conference held in Bridgeport, the one Vivian… And, er, even some press conferences since, President Cane has often been thought sympathetic to us rebels. Hell, there was that huge investigation with the V.D.F. and a whole bunch of ’em being charged. And, as I said it’s a long shot, but I’m sure he wants to take down Azazel just as much as us.”

For a moment, they all seem to hold their breaths waiting for a response. Baltezhar and Phineas held their tongues, as they let the younger vampire Aleksi lead the rebellion, and this, was his place to speak. Becki watches anxiously, her thoughts consumed by the son that she would leave behind. “Mr Cane… He does seem a reasonable man. Yet… He, just like many humans fear my kind, for what the twins fight for. However, like him, I too want to see an end to this war, and want to protect my people… Phin.” Green eyes fall onto the increasingly bored vampire situated in the middle of his maker, and the lycan. “I want you to take our men, and lead them north with the Lycans for the full moon. You will command them in the fight, and perhaps, we will not face so many casualties.”

A small smirk comes across Phin’s face, dreams of revenge on his mind. “Becki-” Lucian smiles softly for a moment, a solemn thing curling his lips. “- Our pack alone will not win this fight. But, there is one thing I would have you do.” She smiles encouragingly at him. Nervously awaiting her orders. “Run east, and to whomever’s land or pack you meet along the way, tell them of our fight, and convince them that it is surely theirs too.”



“Please, who could I trust more for this more than you.” His eyes almost plead. But he wasn’t telling the whole truth with the tiny explanation. If they would be intercepted on the way, or they arrived long before she did. Becki might be spared from the fight. It was guilt coursing his veins that made him want to protect her. “If I can’t be there to rally support, then you are our only hope.”

In her own mind, she understood why it had to be her to go on a different trail and to try to increase the size of their army. But she didn’t like it. Not one bit. She wanted to be there, fighting alongside him, not chatting to different packmasters about why they should lead their packs into battle. “Perhaps we can arrive there before the fight even happens… But do you think that perhaps Azazel’s wolves will fight us?”

“It’s hard to say, child.” Baltezhar responds quickly. His voice a mix between curiosity and wonder. All this talk of war had made him anxious. He had many times spoken to his son about human involvement in the war, but now that his son had mentioned the president, he felt his mind racing with the possibilities. His kind had never been accepted. Ravenwood, the town Aleksi had been born to, was built on their blood, and hunters pride. It could so easily fail… “But Azazel drugs them up for their obedience, they can’t turn fully, if at all. And many of them were taken unwillingly. However, the V makes them far more powerful than you can imagine.”


“The bonds of their pack, and family ties can even over turn addictions and fears in some cases.” Aleksi adds onto his father’s statement. A kindness and longing burning in his eyes. He envied the Lycans for their sense of loyalty and love to their pack. Sometimes he felt that he had no one, and he could see that even though Lucian had felt alone and desperate, his pack had been their to support him. “A few will be just as scared as you to fight, and others will not want to turn against their own kind. That being said, there will be plenty of enemies to fight.”

“I will go with her, son.” Baltezhar mumbles quietly. “No doubt she can protect herself, but a member of your council at her side, delivering this bad news is a good idea. And Lucian, I may not be a pure blood, but my lineage is royal, and I would not allow anything to threaten her safety.”

“So that leaves you, then, Aleksi…” Lucian states almost questioningly.


“I will join the fight, at the full moon. However, I must leave you all in the meantime.” For a second, his eyes twinkle with a hint of something. The emotion was quickly hidden before anyone could detect what exactly it was. “I fear I must retain my humanity just a while longer, and hopefully, I am spared the truth death for it. Human allies is too much of a turning point that I could turn it down for fear of it. I must see the president, and hope, that he takes pity in us all.”

“Blackwater will be sitting ducks… Especially with Vivian inside. I must secure there safety too.” Lucian breathes out. Gazing at the dark night sky almost completely hidden behind the thick tree tops, branching out over the heavens and hiding them from view. “I’ll lead them to the mountains, there is an old mine shaft that is big enough that with the right supplies, could house them until we returned. And Vivian… She must be kept hidden too. Vladimir and Azazel both know that we would not fight her, she’s too dangerous to let go.”

“And who will watch over he-” Interrupting the question is the sound of crackling in the trees. All of the conversations participants growl and bare their fangs at the direction of the strange sound.


Knowing that his position had been discovered the young boy, perhaps thirteen or fourteen awkwardly steps out of the shadows and bushes. Pulling an anxious face he looks down, trying to mask his shame, yet even despite it, his body coursed with excitement of all the talks that were happening. “I.. I’m so-“

“Ty!” Lucian barks, stepping towards his half brother in anger and disappointment. A part of him understood the boys curiosity, but in the company of vampires, and such powerful allies, he couldn’t afford to be embarrassed by the boy. Especially with tensions as high as they were. “How long have you been listening?”

“Long enough to kn.. Know that we march for war.” Quickly he responds, trying to be calm, and strong. He wanted to fight alongside the others, to be seen as a man. And he couldn’t afford to screw this up now. Especially in front of the Rebel Prince… “I… I want to come with you-“



Before Lucian could finish yelling all the things he had in mind, the red haired vampire was inches in front of Ty. “You were the child my Vivian saved in Bridgeport?” Stammering a quick yes, the vampire nods. “I have an even more important job for you to do, than fight on the front line. But I need to be sure that you’re up for it. Vivian is… She isn’t herself, and I need someone that I trust to guard her safely. Can you do that.”

“Yes.” He chirps enthusiastically.

“But remember, vampires can control mind, sway their thoughts and make them do terrible things. This is what has happened to her. So you must never get close enough for her to do anything to hurt you. Don’t even look into her eyes, because she is part of me, and that means it is possible for her.” Aleksi smiles weakly at the child so willing to die. So excited over the idea of war and fighting. Was it something all boys dreamt of? Surely he hadn’t yet here he was. “But listen to me. War is not something that even I look forward to. I am immortal, and powerful, yet I cringe inside thinking of it. It is a terrible, terrible thing. Ty, it is not cowardly to fear such a thing, nor does it make you any less proud to stay behind. You are not old enough to see the horror, to watch your friends scream in pain, and fall beside you. You’re the lucky one, not us.”

As the boy walked back to town in the darkness. Both Lucian and Aleksi made eye contact. A sad lingering look between one another. The full moon was in twelve days, there was hardly enough time to prepare their armies, let alone themselves for what they were walking into. And neither knew who would walk out alive. Slowly the alpha wolf takes a step close to the vampire and smiles gratefully. “Thank you.” He whispers curtly, before following his blood into the night.