Chapter 2 - lambs to the slaughter
Haytham, yawned as he wiped the fresh rogue blood from his blade, his weapon of choice had always been a sabre, or his wolf's sharp teeth, both with long curved razor-sharp edges. which made each kill more pleasurable. Looking over the limp body now laying by his feet in disgust, Haytham quickly kneeled on one knee checking the pockets of the dead male, his hands making quick work of the job at hand. He had been following his enemy for some time, stalking him through the dense woodland he now found himself in.
Placing the wallet he'd found on his enemy's lifeless body into the pockets of his long leather jacket, Haytham took the dead male's iPhone, showing it to the corpse's face to open the phone with face ID, before adding his face and number code to the phone. Standing up to his full height he placed the phone in his pocket with the wallet. His body's height and the girth of his shoulders would have made even the biggest of humans look like a straggly preteen, but this was the case with a lot of his kind. Leaving his latest kill where it lay, Haythem cleaned his sabre and placed it back into its specially designed holster hidden under his long jacket.
Reaching into an inside pocket of his jacket Haytham took out a long metal instrument and pressed a small black button before placing it back in his pocket. Leaning up against a tree trunk he waited while flicking through the wallet he had just procured from the now lifeless body at his feet. He let his mind wander as he waited against the tree. Remembering the old story's about how this all began. When he had first come of age his enemy had never carried any type of identification, they have never needed to, but the home they had come to love and forced to share was a world-changing and growing. What had started as a simple creature simialler to them selves, had soon grown and spread across the globe making his race go into hiding. It was a wonder to behold, to live long enough to watch the birth of this strong new human race. His own people had now moved on, living in the shadows their people hidden in plain sight all over the globe, keeping to small pack's run by Alpha's chosen by their Alpha king. Waiting for a day that they could once again live in peace, and be the proud close race they once were.
Humans had become a mess to deal with lately, with their cameras mounted on every street corner, cell phones in the pocket of every single one of them, it was hard to stay hidden from what was all around you. Although his people had a bigger problem to worry about, as they had become hunted by a small sect of his race called rogues. They knew so little about their enemy these days and hoped the same could be said about them.
For a while Haytham and his kind had hoped their enemy had died out and centuries had passed and not one of The Rogues had been seen, but that had been wishful thinking in more recent years abductions had been reported with no sign of by who, until they made a mistake. They hadn't counted for the watching eye of humans, those dreaded cameras were in operation at the home of the abducted female and after a little digging from one of his IT specialists, they found the video feed.
Finding nothing in the wallet but an address he memorized the details and placed the wallet back into to his pocket, just as a flash of headlights caught his attention. As the car made its way up a small dirt track towards him, he walked back over to the body on the hard dirt ground, picking up the corpse as if it weighed no more than paper. Haythem throws it over his shoulder and head's for the police car that had now come to a stop a few feet away. A young female climbed out of the driver's side, walking around to the boot she popped it open.
Putting a hand up in greeting Haythem smiled flashing his bright white teeth to the female," Hey Sarah, hows things" Placing the body into the boot of her police car he closed it in and turned around resting his ass on the cold metal of her car.
Sarah shook her head and smiled a little, lighting up what would have been a flawless face if it hadn't been for those dark black circles under her eyes."You know me Hay working too hard to be anything other than good" Sarah walked over to the boot of the squad car taking up camp next to haythem. "So big man, you ever planning on leaving one of these things alive so we can question him?"Haythem shrugged his shoulders "now where is the fun in that? besides, he was asking for it" He looked Sarah in the eyes and smirked "He said something about my mother"Looking into the dark blue eyes that were now burning a hole into her own and having to laugh at the silly exception on Haythems face "Well if that's all it takes to be the wrong end of your sword remind me never to mention your mother"
Letting out a throaty laugh Haythem couldn't deny how much he respected Sarah, even though in his world a half-humans like her was seen as lower than low, the purebloods disapproved of mixed breeding and yet if you dig deep enough you could guaranty every one of those stuck-up bastards had some mixed blood in their family tree, wether it by vampire, witch or Human, not that they would ever admit to it and yet here was Sarah doing her part to help fight the Rouges getting her hands dirty for their course.Haythem leaned a little closer to Sarah "so when are you going to let me take you out?"The sound of her heart beating faster as his question registered to her was music to his ears, she was just the sort of female he wanted and yet he knew her answer before she even spoke:"You never give up do you."
"I'll never give up because one day you're going to say yes" moving his body around he places his palm on the car bonnet one each side of her caging her in, feeling the heat rising off her body her scent turning from amusement to pure undiluted lust. Dropping his head to her ear his husky voice becoming low and seductive. "your body gives you away, while I continue to get this response I will never give up"
Slipping off the car her body brushing against his, Sarah slips out of his hold. Placing her hands on her knees as if she was short of breath."You really are a piece of work you know that don't you" standing straight she marches back to haythem pushing her finger into his chest. "try that again and I'll taser you!"
Letting out another laugh "do it! I might just like it"
Relaxing a little she laughs " your a bad influence" walking back around to the driver's side of the car she opens the door and slides behind the wheel closing the door behind her before Lowering the window "is this one for the fernis or lab?"leaning on the door "Lab, let's see if the good doctor needs some new specimens" Sarah watched as Haythem walked over to the tracker he had placed where the body had been and placed it back in his pocket, Her heart raced as she watched his huge body stride back over to her, his powerful stride was something to watch and admire, he was dressed all in black his long leather coat covering him from the chilly spring air, a male like him could make even the strongest of Females go weak at the knees. Once she was out of sight he vanished into the shadows becoming one with his surroundings.
Chapter Three - And so it beginsAs the king left his underground chambers he made his way up to the throne room, his last nerve tested as his staff made themselves busy around him. Maids hoovering and polishing about the many rooms and halls, his butler following in his wake giving an update of tonight newest arrivals. It was all unnecessary to him, he had never had any intention of marrying and yet due to an arrangement his father had made many years before he was even conceived.Tonight would be the night he met his future bride. Well doesn't that just make your balls strival back up inside your body...oh and good old poppa didn't just pick out one bride, nope the old man had seen to it that he would wed and bed over twelve females this week, all to keep this so-called pure bloodline going and fulfilling some nonces prophecy that he did not fully understand. Looking up at the ceiling of the corridor he was walking down and rolling his eyes he imagined he was looking up at the heav
Chapter Four - Let this be the lastArwen checked herself over in the floor-length mirror, the dress her mother and father had made for her for this evening was beautiful, the satin fell beautifully against the curves of her body, looking at a waterfall of forest green pooling on the floor around her feet, she couldn't help but raise a small smile while stearing at her reflextion. Turning slowly in the mirror she watched the fabric glisten as the light of her chambers chandelier reflected of the fabric. She was a present waiting to be unwrapped. With Clara at her side, she made her way out of the only home she had ever known, to find her Mother and Father waiting for her next to a large black car sent for them by the king. Giving Clara as big a hug as she could muster she said her goodbyes before meeting her mothers and fathers disproving stare. Her mother quickly covered her expression before opening the car door and taking a piece of black fabric from of the seat, walking towards h
Chapter 5 - Behind the door Arwen saw only the males feet as he walked around her, her small frame shaking with sadness at the acts of her mother and father. The male took one lap around her before she saw him come back in front of her then turn away. She should have been pleased the male hadn't spoken to her, after all, what would she say to this stranger? but she wasn't happy, sad or even indifferent to his actions. No, she was angry, so angry that her body began to shake even more, she was angry with the life. She had been given the life that now belonged to this male, she was angry that for a lifetime she had lived in silence and now here she was again in silence, her hands began to tighten turning into fists, her knuckles going white. She had never felt this way before and it shocked her to her core. She had always known this day was coming and she had accepted her fate long ago but now as she stood there with this stranger looming over her anger bubbled up from the pit of her
Chapter 6 - Brotherly love Sitting at what can only be described as a monstrosity of a desk, with its MDF top and sides, metal capped draws with plastic silver coloured handles that had begun to worp over time showing the white plastic beneath there silver colouring. His now dead thow had not lived in the lap of luxury his little hovel had been a small flat over looking the local park, he quickly checked each draw of the desk searching for any sign of where more of his enieme made their home, or better yet signs of how they had come to this new world, finding nothing Haythem worked his way through each room checking for a laptop, an address book, any thing that he could take back to his brothers, but yet again he had come up with shit all. Frustrated he recalled Sarah scolding him for killing the mother fucker, he had always been hot headed and quick to act which made him wonder if that was one of the reasons Sarah had always turned him down, well that or his sparkling personality.
Chapter 7 - Dinner time Time was ticking away as Arwen went to get ready for dinner with the king, it was almost eight and the other women had been prepering themselves for some time for this evenings meal. She however spent her time exploring every nook and krany of the commuial space they had been given to spend their time. She had found nothing new however, she wasn't sure what she had expected to find, but to know there had been no way out if ever she wanted to explore a little more would have been nice. Walking into the bathroom she opened up the closet and flicked through her clothes pulling out a blue blouse and smart slacks she placed them on the bed before going back into the bathroom and locking the door, turning the shower on she placed her hand under the hot stream checking the tempreture, she had always been more of a bath person but since a shower was her only option she undressed and climbed in quickly wasing her body with the sweet smelling soap that had been placed o
Chapter 8 - Mate? Pontus was out of his chair quicker than his brain could follow and pinning his brother up to the wall, pinning him in place with all of this strength, growling in this brothers ear in a low voice "What the fuck is wrong with you, so she laughed it was funny. thats not a reason to rip her throat out". As Zayn was about to shake his brother of and sucker punch the fucker for getting in the way he caught a glimps of himself in the large mirror hanging over the fireplace on the opposite wall. His eyes where bullging and blood shot, his fangs throbbing peircing his bottom lip as blood pooled and dripped down his chin. Looking around the room he saw the horrifed look on the faces of his flesh and blood, shaking some sence into himself he broke free of his brothers grip and stormed out of the room down the hallway not heading anywhere impeticular, right now he didnt really care where he ended up space was what he needed, space from those horrified faces and space from th
Chapter 9 - Face to facePontus and his wife Alema retired to their section of their family home, Pontus being the second oldest and his brothers and most trusted advisor had become weary after today's events. He had personally seen to it that each of the families were transported to the manor on time and in the correct order from the time of birth. Each family was handsomely rewarded for the arrival of their daughters and quickly sent on their way. Alema had organised all the female's rooms including their communal area, handing picking everything from the books they had available to their furniture, bedding and toiletries.Walking over to their bed they were ready to climb straight into bed without even undressing, but no matter how tired Pontus was he would always treat his mate like the princess she is. Picking her up he placed her on the bed before bending to his knees and removing her high heels, giving her feet a gentle rub before moving his hands up her thighs, he would alway
Chapter 10 - RougeDamon stood in a hovel of a home. His inside man working in the royal pack had not returned any of his messages, meaning one of two things, he had either been caught or he had been spooked and fled the area. Two of his most trusted men were currently ripping the place apart, all his belongings were still there."Fuck! Let's get the hell out of here, this place stinks. The idiot is probably dead" he growled out.Both men stopped what they were doing and followed their leader outside to a waiting sleek black car. Damon sat in the passenger seat of the car waiting for his men to get in the back before instructing the driver to take them home. Driving back to their hideout he grew tired, closing his eyes and thinking about how many people he still had in the royal pack. It frustrated him to know he could not take them down, not without a solid plan and information on the layout of their packhouse. Sure they would sometimes kidnap servants and torture them for informati