MASON
Mason cherished the drive that carried him directly through the heart of the community. the peace of store owners closing up for the evening. The young couples that strode the walkways against the conclusion of the night. As his drove followed the coast, he could smell the sea. Mason cherished this place. But this time, he wasn't seeing any of that. Mason's thoughts were racing as he tried to make sense of what had happened. Or, more specifically, how he remembered the fiery, little, gorgeous, dead, vampire coven leader. She had a certain something. a feeling he had. He questioned if she experienced it as well.
When Mason returned to the location he had erroneously designated as his home, he drove past the vehicles owned by various Den members and parked his Jeep on the side of the building, next to his bedroom window. On the other side of town, The Den was a two-story, six-bedroom, three-bathroom garbage heap. which Klaus jammed his tight circle of six people into. Mason and Dylan are a part of. Mason sadly peered up at his closed second-floor window. He occasionally chose to enter his chamber without first dealing with the bustle of life at the Den. Mason sighed and made his way to the front door through the yard. He proceeded past one of the two shutters that were still present on the front of the home and stroked his finger over the faded white paint. The front screen door slammed shut behind him as he entered.
Klaus yelled, "Mason," as he hurried by the family room.
Mason took a couple steps backward without looking around.
"Where's Dylan?"
Mason lied readily, saying "He went for a run."
Are you certain? Klaus enquired while raising one brow.
“Yes.” Before Klaus could ask him any more questions, Mason nodded and walked down the corridor.
KLAUS
Klaus rumbled before starting to pace again. Although it was a real pain in the ass to have Mason as his Beta, it was Mason's birthright. He was not only a member of Stephen Cain's family line, but he had been set to take over his father's pack before they were killed. These facts by themselves forced Klaus to choose his Beta. He had to conceal his frustration at not being able to completely trust Mason.
Klaus paced, his rage only intensifying. Naturally, Klaus was aware that Elmwood was home to a few vampires. But up to this point, they appeared to recognize that this was his town. Without a doubt, they had never confronted him before. Defiance was intolerable, and humiliation even less so. With her pack, the little vampire snot had hurt his reputation. If they detected his weakness, how could the pack believe in him? The harm that had been caused by that little dead girl had to be repaired. It is necessary to cope with the vampires.
Ben joined Klaus in the common area, but he moaned, "I don't like vampires.
Ben was one of the only members of the pack who didn't specifically shun him when he was upset. That made sense to Klaus. Klaus responded with rage in his voice and conviction in his heart, "Yes Ben, something needs to be done."
1598, Scotland “Nathaniel! Come inside, Nathaniel!” a voice called. “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright,” young Nathaniel quoted. She giggled happily and turned over on her bed of grass to take in the darkening sky. “Nathaniel Elizabeth Bristow!” “It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night. As a rich jewel on an Ethiop’s ear,” Nathaniel continued, quoting her favorite play by a man named William Shakespeare. Rumor was that this playwright’s words would live throughout the ages. It didn’t matter if they did or not; Nathaniel was almost as smitten with Shakespeare as she was with her own fiancé. “Nathaniel, come inside this instant!” Nathaniel could almost see her Aunt Millie standing in the doorway with hands on her wide-set hips. Tossing her brilliant, auburn hair over her shoulder, she made no attempt to answer or showed any signs of compliance. Well, Romeo, you do know how to leave a girl breathless, she thought to herself. “Have not saints’ lips and holy palmers to
Welcome to Elmwood, Maine Over 400 Years Later, America Racing across the pitch-black streets was Nathaniel Bristow. The moonlight was her friend, and speed was her ally. She would have appeared as a blur of red and white to the human eye, but she persisted in staying in the shadows. The slumbering beach town was gradually settling in for late-night supper and prime-time television. This was one of the factors that led Nate to settle in Elmwood, Maine. The area was secure, serene, and quiet. Or so it was believed. Vampires were unchecked in Elmwood. Three of them, at least, did. Nate came to a sudden halt and looked around her. She had made a mistaken turn. If he and Sarah arrived at their location before Sarah, Zachary was going to gloat. She sprinted in the direction of the town's center while picturing the smug look on her best friend's face. Nate made a powerful run. She turned a corner just like a cheetah pursuing its prey. Nate figured out a shorter route than the one she was
Mason Mason Cain turned his head away from the intriguing and lovely creature. He had heard of vampires before, but he had never actually encountered one. She was nothing like the reports had claimed. Nate, did you catch that? wasn't a dead man walking. Although she was technically dead, she still had a powerful, flaming existence. Dylan, his best friend, called and said, "Mason, let's go!" When Mason turned, he saw that the pack had advanced in the direction of the parking garage. He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung