"Get out of here!" Nathan growled at Damien, and I saw his blood-shot eyes and his hands clenched. He was definitely in a pissy mood. Was this the after math of becoming a werewolf?

"Nathan, calm down. You can talk to her." Damien said, and slowly pulled me off of him and walked towards the door, and closed it so there was just a little crack for him to listen through.

"So you aren't my girlfriend anymore?" Nathan screamed.

"Who said that?" I said out of fear.

"My brother, he was talking to me about my ex-girlfriend!"

"I'm sorry Nathan! I just don't know what to think, you almost killed me last night!" I shrieked.

"Why are you such a cold-hearted bitch?" Nathan yelled at the top of his lungs, and pinned me against a wall.

"Nathan stop!" I choked out. "You are acting like Matthew."

"There is nothing wrong with Matthew!" Nathan yelled. "You are just being stupid!"

Damien decided it was getting out of hand, and stormed in with Mitchell at his side to tame Nathan. Mitchell pulled Nathan away from me, and passed him onto Damien. Damien yanked him out of the room, and then I heard yelling in the hallway, and I'm pretty sure a fist fight.

"Should we go help them?" I asked.

"No," Mitchell replied. "They'll be okay."

"I don't mean to be rude, but why did you have to talk about me to your brother?" I interrogated.

"I was just asking why he broke up with you, or vice versa, because you seem nice." Mitchell answered.

"Turns out, he didn't know I had ended it." I whispered.

"I'm sorry. I really am. Nathan isn't usually like this either though. I think it's the morning after becoming a werewolf and all the stress; the stress of losing you."

"Oh," I said and then Mitchell left the room.

I quickly made the bed and re-arranged the pillows; I wanted to get out of here. I walked into the hallways and found Gabe.

"Would you like to eat breakfast?" Gabe asked.

"Sure," I replied. I was hungry, and then I could get out of here somehow after I was fueled with food.

I sat down at the table in the kitchen, and a maid brought me and Gabe some eggs and bacon.

"How'd you become one?" I quickly asked Gabe while eating.

"I was born one." Gabe simply stated.

"How do you become one?" I questioned between a bite.

"You can be a child of two vampires, like me or if you get bitten and you're left with just enough blood you can become one."

"Have you ever changed someone?"

"No."

"Have you ever....killed someone?"

"Yes, now are you satisfied?"

"Sorry." I apologized. "Can I ask just one more thing though?"

"I guess," Gabe shrugged.

"When you bit me, did you drain me?" I asked.

"No, I bit you just hard enough to make you faint for a few hours."

"How did...you know...my blood taste?"


Gabes P.O.V


How did her blood taste? It was the best I had ever had. I didn't want to stop when I was making her pass out, I wanted to keep going but Damien had to pull me away. I wanted to make her into my vampire, mine. Her blood was sweet and amazing and made my mouth set on fire. I would give anything for just another bite or lick of her sweet blood.

"Uhh good," I lied. I didn't want to freak her out.

Her blood just added on to her being so amazing.

"Oh," She responded. "Do you know where Nathan is?"

"I think that Matthew is calming him down,"

"Matthew's here?" I saw her face crumple up.

"Yeah, he pretty much lives here."

"O gosh, I should get out of here before he comes to get me too! I mean, he literally hates me. He hates me with a passion. He would twist me into pieces if he could get away with it."

"Dyllon, calm down; I won't let him touch you." I rested my hand on top of hers and left it there. She didn't make a fuss. Her skin was so soft and my hand felt nice against hers.

"I'll just be in my room." She informed me and rushed out of the room.

I sighed, so much for that moment. I couldn't read her, she was un-readable - another thing I loved about her.


Dyllon's P.O.V

I quickly went into the guest bedroom. I didn't want to be here anymore. I wanted out!

There was a knock on my door and I was hesitant.

"It's me, Damien." I heard.

I opened the door and let him in and quickly shut it again.

"Let's get out of here! Take me home!" I exclaimed.

"I'll give you a ride home then," Damien replied.

"Yes, please." I said. "Do you know where my clothes from last night are?"

"There wasn't much left of those clothes." Damien replied. "Let's go then,"