Laurence's POV: I woke up from breaking out into a sweat, my hair was sticking to my face and the blankets were wrapped around me tight, constricting me almost like a snake. I threw them off quickly, rolling in the process before going straight into the floor and hitting my head against the nightstand. I fell back into the darkness, going unconscious. "Laurence," I heard a sweet voice purring to me... Wait I know this voice. It's so familiar. It's Calix. I opened my eyes and looked around, finding myself back in the four cornered padded room. The straight jacket was back around me and I was curled up on the bed. A cold sweat formed on my forehead. I caught the image of a wicked grin spread out across the face of a familiar doctor at the asylum before the door creaked open in my padded cell. "Now's your chance," I heard Calix purr right in my ear. I heard a scream down the hall and then the scent of blood hit me. I felt a strange liquid starting to soak into my straigh
Continuing Laurence's POV: I widened my eyes as I caught a thirteen-ish girl running from the room. She had dark brown hair that ran down to her mid back. She was in a white dress but didn't have shoes on. Her skin was sort of a light green color. I could hear her giggle more as she ran from us. I could hear the sound of metal clinging together from a charm bracelet. Toru ran out of the room and went after her, yipping at her harshly as he raced after her with his ears laid back. I heard another door open before she disappeared inside. He barreled into the door and yelped as he couldn't stop quite fast enough. He whimpered and shook his head as I could feel his pain in his head from the impact. I frowned and held onto my head as I walked up and opened the door for him, peaking inside. I found her on the edge of the window, about to leave. Toru raced in and tackled her, yanking her back in by her dress and then growled as he crawled onto her chest and nipped at her nose to
Continuing Laurence's POV: "Hey...." I grew a smile on my face. "Someone's got a new fledgling here-" I stopped talking as I was suddenly tackled to the ground and bit into, a hungry growl came from it. I yelped and widened my eyes. "Alright, I know I still have a human scent on me but still," I hissed. "Haven't you been taught your manors yet?" I asked and purred. "You can have a few swallows though," I told him and started to run my fingers through his soft ash brown hair. I could smell lightly in his scent he was about two years old. I couldn't catch a maker's scent on him. Well he can't just be here because he broke in. Someone brought him here. I'll have to ask around. I felt him lick my neck as he let out a moan. I shivered slightly as I had a flashback of my dream when Calix was eating me. He bit down hard into me, tightening his arms around me. "Jack!" I heard Milo call out, turning the corner rather quickly as he caught the scent of blood. "You better not be-
Continuing Laurence's POV: "JACK! YOU BETTER NOT BE SINKING YOUR FANGS INTO SOMEONE!" Lyle yelled from what sounded like the study. Milo yanked Jack off her and then sank his fangs into his neck, pinning him. Toru widened his eyes and bit his bottom lip, watching Milo who closed his eyes and started to quickly drain Jack. I walked up to the maid and looked at her wound. "You should go get that patched up," I warned her and motioned for her to hurry. I looked back at Jack and frowned, watching him squirm against Milo's grip. He's going to be a very hard fledgling to handle. Milo growled at him and bit down deeper to make him stop and held him down till he was looking weak and about to pass out. He pulled his fangs out then and lightly turned Jack in his arms to face him, looking him over before he bit into his wrist and held it to Jack's lips. "Drink it," Milo told him, watching him closely. I felt a little dizzy, watching them before I felt the whole room sh
Charles's POV: I climbed out of the shower and wrapped my body up in a towel before stepping out into the bedroom and walked over to Pierre before smacking his chest. "Hey, let's go out tonight." He looked up at me and then rubbed his chest before he smirked and then grabbed my hands, pulling me down into his lap and kissed me passionately. "Go out tonight, mi amour?" He asked me lovingly, running his fingers through my hair and then used his other hand, discarding my towel and tossed it across the room. "Where to?" I shook my hair like a dog to mess with him. "I thought we'd go check in on my bar," I told him softly. "My maker is out on a boat, we've got the whole night to ourselves." He smirked and then nodded. "Okay, we'll go hang out at the bar tonight then," he purred to me and then leaned into my neck, biting in and marked me. I moaned and gripped his shirt before sitting up on him, forcing his fangs out of my neck. "Pierre," I groaned. "We're goi
Continuing Charles' POV: "Can I know before I see?" He asked me and then tilted his head. "Yeah, I'm taking you to a tribe of green people," I told him and hooked my phone up to the speakers before putting a Pandora channel on. I started the drive then out to my bar. "We might end up sleeping at my place too," I told him. "We'll have to see how it goes." "A tribe of green people? Like those trolls or something that Laurence mentioned," he asked me and then curled his hair around his fingers. "Yeah," I mumbled. "We're going to go see the people who raised me and tell them I'm part of the undead." "You mean you never went and told them, knowing they were supernatural and you could?! That's kind of messed up. I would've told my family if I could've," he told me and then frowned. "Well I had a maker watching me and I don't think I want to go in and be like hey, this is my maker and I have to be with him for five years while he raises me- sorry you can'
Continuing Charles' POV: My mate kissed my cheek then looked towards the bar in excitement before he pulled me inside and looked around, taking it all in. He purred and then started for the bar with me. "This is amazing Charles! You did a really good job here. I can definitely see a lot of hard work was put into this. Oooh, I think I'll get at least a small bit of that wine while I'm here- just a small bit- not enough to get drunk." He smiled happily and sat us down in the barstools in front of Ricky. "That's okay right?" He asked, looking towards me to check to see if it was fine with me. "We are meeting your parents later.... They won't be able to smell just a small bit on me, right?" "No, you can't have just a little." I gave a playful smile towards him. Of course I was just joking with him. "Charles!" Ricky gave me a huge smile. "Welcome back. How long has it been? Forever! You know your parents were in here last week asking about you-" "What?" I asked a
Continuing Charles' POV: "There's a side room down there where I decided to keep some comfy coffins," Ricky teased us. Pierre laughed a bit and then slipped my keys back into my pocket before he purred in my ear and started to walk to the back doors. "I call first dibs~" He called out and snuck back in there quickly. I gave Ricky a smile before following my mate. "Get on the elevator," I told him as I walked up to the buttons and pressed for it. "We're taking it down." "Mkay," he hummed out and then walked up to me to wait for it and kissed my cheek. "Want your own coffin tonight?" He asked me softly. "Or would you rather try to find the biggest and share it? I don't mind whichever you want." "Don't you want to share one with a fledgling?" I whined softly. "I don't mind sharing one with you," he purred to me and kissed my neck softly. "Little fledgling," he teased. "Good. I don't want to sleep alone!" I kissed his cheek before stepping onto th