(Damon/Leo)’s POVIt was still dark when I opened my eyes again, surprisingly. I expected morning to have already come when I awoke again.The moon casted its rays on a woman with curly long hair that fell to her waist graciously, pale skin filled with pink bruises that increased as it proceeded to the two fresh canine bite just below her neck.It was too beautiful to resist.My knuckles grazed her back, following her spine, then to her neck, before her face.When she caressed my fingers even with her eyes closed, I took the initiative, going closer, just until our warm bodies touched. When a satisfied sigh left her mouth, her eyes fluttered and I moved my hand lower, reaching for her chest.She gave a tired moan, her mouth parting open.I kissed her ear, then the open space of her neck, licking softly my mark on her shoulder.I wasn’t going to go too far, I was certain she was tired after staying up for most of the night. I just missed having her warmth between my hands.“Damon,” But

Ariana’s POVEver since that day, my mornings usually began with Damon right beside me, trying to rope me into one of his many shenanigans even though he had already done one too many the night before.Also, I was always late for my classes now.If you saw me in school, especially in the mornings I was always on my feet, running to make it in time for my own class which never happened before.After or and during class, Fenrir would usually come looking for me and we would meet up with Bach and Sigil, or waited for them if they had classes.Sometimes, Damon accompanied me and luckily Fenrir learnt how to keep his mouth shut even though they always found a way to bicker… constantly.At first, I was tensed up whenever it would start, now it felt like a usual routine in our conversation.The kidnappings had reduced… drastically and in such short amount of time.It was meant to be a moment of relaxation and happiness but something bothered me about it and I could tell we all felt it too.I

Ariana’s POVThat night, when Damon returned, I’d never seen him like that before.I waited for him, like I always did.There were visible signs of exhaustion in his eyes, something mental that he tried to cage away from me. But now something has caused it to be set lose and he didn’t know what to do with it anymore.I wondered if these things happening and recurring within the same length—if they were perfectly orchestrated. If my thoughts were said to be correct then there was something bigger waiting for all of us to unfold, for it to implode right in our faces.He said nothing, holding me in his arms, taking me to bed.When Damon struggled he kept mute for most of the time but he didn’t ignore he. He would most times just hold me, tighter than usual and said nothing.I wondered if there was a hidden tape on his lips that hindered him from expressing himself.Most times, it seemed like it.“Damon,” I called.He answered weakly. “Mm.”“Do you think I’ll be a good mother—just as mine