^^Molly's original body.
Dominic's P.O.V
Gathered in the mansion, I was sitting there nervously. Around me were my three uncles, and my father. They all seemed utterly angry, mostly because it was sun down, and there was still no sign of the 'enemy'. I know I'm suppose to be evil and all, but I guess that I'm some what special. I can't help but feel guilty about everything. I helped the enemy and my family was completely unaware of that. Thanks to Molly, they know only about Demetre, but I guess that's what happens when you torture people. Everyone breaks. Oh man Uncle Moredecai must be fuming.
Mordecai picked up the bottle of whiskey, he had slowly been sipping and chucked it at the fire pit, angrily. The fire blew up into flames, but then died down quickly.
"Where the hell are they?" He grunted walking back and fourth.
"Patience is key, brother." Uncle Sam sat in the chair with a hand on his chin. He looked like a bored teenager in English class.
"Shut up you fool." Mordecai raised his voice. "They arent coming. I told you."
"Ah now that's where you are wrong brother. You stop attacking, I don't. This was my plan and I will be successful." My dad spoke like a true leader. "I'll send my men to the house. They'll capture anyone they find, and report back." My father smiled and gave Mordecai a reassuring nod.
"I'll come with you." I volunteered to go with my father so that I would feel better about myself.
"I'll come along as well." Annabelle said standing from her chair.
My father signalled us to follow. My dad, Annabelle, and I were walking down the hall when my heart froze. I got the quickest glance at a scared Demetre. Damn, was he in for it. I continued following to leave.
Demetre's P.O.V
Fuck. That look that Dominic just gave me means that I'm probably going to hell. I walked into the living room, getting disapproving eyes on me from all directions. From my uncles, and my father.
"Father." I said sternly. He stood and stared at me across the room. It was like he was searching my soul.
"Leave us." He looked at my uncles. They stood and left just as my father asked. I gulped as they slammed the door behind them. "You stupid stupid boy."
"Father I can explain." I put my hands up in surrender. My dad had this threatening look on his face.
"Explain? Explain!" He started slowly creeping closer and closer. "Explain what? Huh? How you betrayed your own family to help stupid cowards."
"Stop. They aren't cowards." I stood up for them, but after the words slipped from my mouth I regreted it.
"You mustn't be my son. No way in hell are you him. He would never betray his father. Where is my son?" Disbelief washed over his body.
"Its me dad. Stop. Okay they aren't cowards. They just want to live a normally life. They want to kept their friends and families safe, just like we d.."
Pain shattered my cheek as my father back handed me across the face. Knocking me on my ass with that one blow. The taste of bitter blood lingered in my mouth.
"You disgust me."
"No father, you disgust me." I spat the blood at his shoe. The last thing I remember is my father's angry face, and his foot striking my cheek. Causing black to flood my eyesight.
Ash's P.O.V
I hate cottages. Never did like them, and now because of this stupid vampire life I'm unloading a car full of stuff into one. The whole team brought their own car and filled it with necessities; like food, clothing, even alcohol. Finally last box, this one just had to be the biggest. Nobody else was outside, they finished already, however me being the slowest was struggling. Obviously the box wasn't heavy because I could lift it with my vampire strength, but I just couldn't get a grip.
"Need some help?!" Jessy yelled from the porch.
"I can't get a fucking grip..." I said watching him walk over my trunk. He picked up the box without any unnecessary work.
"Struggle much" he taunted and continued to walk ahead of me.
"Show off." I mumbled under my breathe and shut the trunk.
Inside I found everyone piled in the tiny living room. It was definitely not okay. The place looked so old and small, for everyone to camp in. But I guess I'm gonna have to deal with it unless I want to die.
"I'm gonna start the spill." Sophie said as she cleared off the coffee table, putting candles on it. It reminded me of when Lexi did spells. God I miss her.
"How do we know this is actually going to work?" I asked earning death stares. "What you're all thinking it."
"If they try to find you guys they can't, I'll produce a giant cloaking spill over the cottage." Sophie explained, I smiled.
-----------------10:48pm-----------
Scarlett's P.O.V
I was sitting at the kitchen counter. Stressing. I felt a warm hand slip around my waist, followed by another on the opposite side. Jessy.
"Hi." A tiny smile formed on my face.
"Stop stressing okay. Everything is going to be fine." He said kissing my neck.
"You can't possibly know that, anything can happen."
"Look at me." He turned my around to face him. He stared into my eyes as he stared into mine. "Everything is going to be fine, I promise." He pulled me into a hug. "Let's go to bed."
Everyone agreed to sleep in the living room the first night. So when I entered, I wasn't surprised to see sleeping people. Wrapped in blankets on the floor, there was Ash. Not to far away was Ally. Then Carter a little closer to the wall. I guess those two haven't made up. The Ben was posted up in the corner, against the wall. Caleb was laying closer to the fire pit. And then chanting Sophie was wide awake sitting right in the middle, at the coffee table. My Dad was right beside her, awake. I guess he felt bad that she would have to stay awake all night.
Me and Jessy avoided the couch, and went to a corner of the room. We put out some blankets to lay down on, and then ones to cover us. Spooning we fell asleep within a few minutes. It was shocking that Sophie's chanting didn't bother us. I wonder how Demetre is doing...
Demetre's P.O.V
"Father, please." I squirmed in the hands of guards. They were pulling me down long hallways, my father ruthlessly following. They threw me in a brightly lit, white room. I looked around noticing Lilly, and another girl slightly the same age. They looked at me with saddened eyes. Torture. The girls' hands were chained to the ceiling, and their feet chained to the floor. It didn't shock me to see that they were shirtless.
"Strip his shirt." My father instructed. The gaurds followed his order and ripped off my shirt.
"How could you do this to your own son?" I asked my father.
"You are no longer considered my blood." He said with a rageful look on his face. "Chain him up."
The gaurds were hesitant, it wasnt shocking because they used to serve me too.
"I SAID CHAIN HIM UP!!" my father had slightly more power though. Soon enough, I was chained just like the girls beside me. My fathers slaves left the room leaving him at the door alone.
"Rot in hell." I said to him.
"Been there, down that." He smirked and slammed the door, after his exit.
Now it was just me and these tired girls. One a complete stranger, and the other might as well have been.
"Lilly... Or Molly..." I said trying to get them to look at me. It worked, her head turned to me.
"Long story short..." She was struggling to speak fluently. "I'm Lilly. And that girl," she tilted her head to the stranger, "is Molly."
"Meet my original body." Molly smiled and then started coughing.