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Drake’s eyes darkened in pure fury as he stirred the scorching coffee with his finger. The café is flocking with people, with fresh new delectable scents and different blood types. Part of him wanted to pay close attention on tasting their gore but his mind keeps trailing back to the guards showing up at his house and his mother handing him the plane tickets.

“I’m not going back.” He muttered. They promised him he’d get his winter free that was the deal. He sucked off the liquid from him finger and felt his fang scrape against his skin. He stared curiously watching it heal and ran his tongue of his beautiful snakelike fangs.

“Do you need a refill?” A young waitress with tender looking flesh cooed. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at him as if in a trance, that’s a bonus because he hasn’t even used his powers yet. He smiled charmingly while hiding his fangs and saw the blood running through her veins.

No stop it!

He shook his head vigorously and demanded she left him alone and started playing with his ring. Disappointed she strutted off purposely swaying her hips. That did nothing but made him want to bite her butt and not in the playful manner.

“It’s not my fault.” He whispered hiding his face in his hands. Who are they to ask of him to leave town because he’s in danger. If he is in danger so is Alicia, the hooded man saw her to and he knew her.

He knew her.
Drake mustn’t leave her unprotected; he would rather rip out his own eyeballs and let kids use them as bouncy balls then leave Alicia alone.

Especially since he just got her back… It’s not fair.

Another thing that’s unfair, he is always hungry when he’s angry and that girl is too good to ignore.

“Waitress!” She stumbled over to him with a button on her blouse undone to reveal something-s he doesn’t need to see

“When does your shift end?” He asked eyeing at her neck while she assumed he’s staring at her chest.

“Not for a long time.” She admitted biting her lip.

“Now that just won’t do.” He ran his hand up along her arm forcing her lust and eagerness to strengthen and overpower her common sense.

“Come home with me.” He whispered. She didn’t argue and he grasped her hand firmly in his and led her out to his car. Being a gentleman he opened the door for her and then slid into the driver’s seat immediately starting the engine.

Why is he bringing her home? His dark ways are sinking back in but he can’t stop. The blood is too good to ignore…

Besides his old ways were filled with sinful pleasure, because he used his young charm and wicked sorcery to drink from the dumb and unlucky. Back then he was bad, very bad but now he’s stressed. Yes only stressed he is not the monster now. Alicia is back and he is fixing himself up, in fact even before Alicia came along he was perfectly fine. He would never harm a person unless they deserved it.

But he really wants to.

“I never got your name.” She said.

“Doesn’t matter.”

He sped home forcing her by her arm out of the car while his mother’s bodyguards secured the area and kept a close eye on him.

Seeing them made him fume.

“You have security guards?”

“Stay out here.” He ordered ignoring the girl’s question. He brought her inside and led her into the living room. She pressed her body against him and wrapped her arms around his neck tilting her head up to kiss him. He pushed her back and fell into the couch patting his legs. She eagerly sat on him pressing her forehead against his.

He knows this is wrong but he’s main focus is the vein on her neck and he pulled her closer holding the back of her head to be sure she doesn’t stray and pierced his fangs into her skin causing her to gasp but not retaliate.

The waitress gasped and clung onto to the collar of his shirt putting her whole weight into him but what made him growl was how she began grinding on him. He placed a firm hand on her hip to push her off but his fangs never left her slowly dying vein.

Why isn’t he stopping? He has gone way past the point of no return now and slowly, peacefully she slumped forward into Death’s arms.

Drake unsatisfied rolled the dead body to the floor and leaned his head back on the couch retracting his fangs. They wouldn’t budge, not with the burning desire to kill more and feed more. He wiped his mouth with back of his hand but then just licked the blood off feeling the ecstasy run through him down to where it affects him most, makes him hot feel incredibly dominant. Blood drinking is always more of a lustful act; it’s not the same way to how humans eat food. You only feel the pleasure on your taste buds while vampires feel liking in every part of their body.

Sebastian made entrance down the stairs in nothing but a black towel. He used Drake’s shower again? He doesn’t even live here. “Ouch Drake… back to your old ways?”

“Sebastian fuck off.” Drake retaliated viciously.

Sebastian clapped his hand together grinning like the devil. “OH! Roman is back! Damn I missed him before that Valdymar brother fucked me over.” Drake tried his best to ignore him but his anger and guilt of killing that waitress drowned him. What has he done? He groaned in regret and walked over to face the wall and lean his head against it. Sebastian enjoyed his brother’s pain. “I bet you told Alicia the same thing you tell every girl. How you don’t kill….”

“I don’t kill.” Drake growled smashing his fist into the wall. His big brother laughed at that.

“If the waitress could she would disagree.”

“I don’t kill. Not anymore.” Drake regrets when he kills unlike many years before. That life affected everyone around him especially his brother. His brother took the worst hit, stab right through the chest and now Drake will forever be reminded until Sebastian is satisfied which will probably be never.

“Right this was just a cheat day.” Sebastian teased. Drake growled. “How twisted the world is, the politicians fuck over people’s lives and become in charge of a country… a boy takes away people’s lives and becomes the next king of the entire vampire race. Hardly seems fair for the brothers that do good.”

“You went along with everything Bas it’s hardly my fault.”

“Does Alicia know what you did after she ‘died’?” Sebastian stepped a little closer to his pained little brother.

“Yes.” He quickly lied.

“Really?” Drake new someone was following her parents. Why didn’t he ever just tell someone? He blamed himself for everything. “You love her?”

“Yes.”

“So you won’t mind that I invited her over right half an hour ago?”

“What?” Drake glared at the body of the waitress and quickly went for her. But suddenly there was a knock on the front door.

Sebastian mockingly gasped. “Oh no Roman… What are you going to do?” Drake just picked up the body and threw her over his shoulder. “It’s already stinking up isn’t it? Well I better get the door.” If Alicia were ever to find out about all the things he had done she would never look at him the same way again.

~ (❄) ~

We endured a peaceful silence. Even the wind had died down but oddly enough I’m not disturbed. “You didn’t really skate over a ten year old right?”

“Of course I didn’t!” I smacked him again. “I was helping the poor girl out. That’s what we sisters do.” I snapped my fingers sassily and he scoffed.

“Is that meant to be insulting to my sex?”

“I never said anything about your sex.” I smirked when he wasn’t looking.

“You think we don’t help each other out.” He stated daring me to argue.

I waved my hands up claiming innocence. “I’m not thinking that but if you are you should probably have a meeting with every man in the world and talk it out with them.” He chuckled stuffing his hands in his front jean pockets.

“How was work?”

“Funny. I’ve already made one of the employees there my slave and the class loves me. But now she wants me on weekdays after school at the restaurant part of the rink. Can you believe it? Me serving other people?”

“Oh so unheard of.” He said sarcastically.

“I know. Anyway…” I giggled. “How are you?”

“Been better. Have you remembered anything new?” Why will he never talk about himself?

“Nothing. I think I need something to happen to trigger the memories otherwise when I try nothing.” A snowball suddenly flew out and hit Harry in the face knocking him over.

“Are you kidding me?”

“That wasn’t me.” Casanova giggled mischievously and I bit back the laugh wiping Harry’s face. “That was one of the wind spirits.”

“What did I do to them?” Another snowball came at me this time but I threw my hand up and it froze mid-air at least a metre away from my palm. “Oh of course let me get smacked in the face but keep you flawless.” I rolled my eyes and gestured with my finger to move the ice closer. Once close enough that I was holding it in my hand I smacked it onto Harry’s face and quickly jumped back to start walking again. “Hey!”

“Stop lying around Harry. God you’re such a lazy wolf.” I teased. He shot and I started running away.

~ (❄) ~

“Damn.” Sebastian muttered holding the door wide open still in nothing but a towel. “It’s only mother.” Drake sighed in relief.

“What are you doing here?” Persephone the glowing graceful vampire Queen looked just as gracious in her tight fitting black leather pants, a dazzling black beaded choker, a tight red bodice with black bows attached at the back. Her fair hair is tied tightly back, her azure eyes are shining like stars and she wore lace up high heel boots.

She is a gothic goddess and sends a powerful energy as soon as she enters the room. One may not realise it, but both the young brothers are actually very much afraid of her when she comes over uninvited. That only means they’ve screwed up once again.

“Visiting just like you.” He grinned stepping out of her way.

She sighed and walked in searching around for her second son. “Well I’m glad you’re here but this would be easier if Scarlet was to. We’re all going back home now not tonight.”

Drake overhearing in the next room dropped the body in an awkward clump. “No.”

“Roman. Face me when you’re speaking.” He appeared in front of her with great speed but she was unfazed.

“You said we had until tonight.” He said irritably.

“Fix up that tone.”

“I don’t want to leave her.”

Her eyes softened. “She’s safer without you near until we find that cloaked criminal. I already said your safety is not up for discussion.”
“No she isn’t. She’s safe with me.”

“What do you suppose we do, drag her along with us?”

“Yes.”

“The girl has a life here. Roman you don’t expect her to just drop her everything for you do you? I have a feeling she doesn’t do that for any boy let alone one of mine.”

“It’s for her protection. She’ll understand once I talk to her.”

“She’s not who they are after.”

“He tried to…” Drake tried to tell her about the man recognising Alicia but Persephone is too anxious to get out of the country to listen.

“Take what you need we’re leaving now. We don’t have time to go get her.”

“Then I’m not leaving.” He threatened feeling the burning hunger again. “I’m not just going to abandon her.”

“He at least has to say goodbye.” Sebastian said smirking.

~ (❄) ~

Up at the cliff Harry and I sat shoulder to shoulder, legs dangling off the edge and looked out over the forest. We discussed the stupid things in life like Politics and algebra then we talked about Tony and Juno how they’re now grounded for breaking and entering in the town hall and throwing a party there.

Why wasn’t I invited to that?

“They don’t like the company you keep.” He stated in a low voice like he was angry.

“Is that their opinion or yours?”

“Both.”

“Then you’re all very judgmental.”

“We’re all concerned.”

“You don’t have to be and I swear the next person that has to say something about my relationship, my life will cop a frozen shard of ice in both their eyes.” In my hand I let ice seep out and created a snowflake, letting it hover in my hand and watched glow unnaturally.

“That’s morbid.”

“Well you’re not the first to question me about him.”

“If everyone is uneasy around him shouldn’t that be a sign?”

I crushed the snowflake in my hand and said warningly. “Harry.”

“I know I’ll shut up.” His jaw tensed as he stared dead ahead and brought his knees up to wrap his arms around them. He pulled his jacket sleeves up and I noticed the ink on his forearm writing in big italic letters ‘Spirit Stalker’.

I looked at it perplexed. “What does that tattoo mean?”

He glanced at it then continued staring ahead. “It’s nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s just my name in the Pack. Almost like a nickname or gangsta name.”

“Spirit Stalker is a gangsta name?” I said giggling.

He rolled his eyes. “I’m the only wolf that communicates with spirits.”

“Oh there’s the logic okay.” I perked my brow and whispered. “Spirit Stalker sounds hot.”

He laughed. “Glad you think so.”

I blinked. “I don’t mean anything by it.”

“We’ll see.” He said with a straight face. I rolled my eyes and let out a dramatic sigh. This is where things get awkward and I’m not going to let that happen.

I didn’t come out here to feel uncomfortable in the place I mostly feel at home. I repeatedly kept on my making snowflakes in different patterns and let them float away in the wind. New art project idea… I want to start making ice sculptures. Harry watched me the entire time and I felt a sense of Déjà vu like we’ve been in this position before. Suddenly he leaned very close to my ear and purred. “You used to make snow rabbits that the wolves would chase because each one had a chocolate prize frozen inside them.”

“Which wolves?”

“My cousins, a few of my friends…” he took a deep breath. “The triplets.”

“Triplets?” That sparked a memory and I saw three identical white pups running around in the snow leaping over each other to catch the ice rabbit. I giggled covering my mouth with my hand. “Oh my God the girls.” Harry eyes widened in surprise and he turned his body slightly looking at me intensely.

“You remember them.”

“Almost not completely but…” I began laughing again. “I remember three little white wolves.”

“That’s them.” He grinned.

“Well that’s it. That’s all I remember.” I admitted sadly then I created a frozen serpent that circled around my arm and neck then gave me a peck on my cheek before it fell into simple snow. That was cool… “Why can only you talk to spirits?”

“They like me I like them.” He shrugged.

“Right that’s why they through snow balls at you.”

“I’ll admit I don’t really know. I have a theory though.”

“What’s the theory?”

“I was meant to hear them so I could help take care of you.”

“Aw my own personal guardian wolf.” I thought about… “I can live with that.”

Through the bond all of a sudden I felt Drake’s anger and shifted uncomfortably.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know.” I admitted feeling a pulsating headache come along. I massaged my temples and groaned. “There’s something wrong with Drake.”

“I’ll say. I can make a list of everything wrong with him if you want.”

“No Harry I mean there is something wrong.” I stood up and Harry shot up with me as I stumbled.

“Alicia I think you should sit back down.”

“Don’t treat me like a mental patient.” I shook myself away from him and started walking back home.

“I’m not it’s just… YOU’RE NOT WALKING STRAIGHT!”

“STOP YELLING!” I shouted over my shoulder then stumbled into a tree and fell on my ass. Goddammit. “Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not.” He was already at me lifting me up on my feet. I was wrong he wasn’t laughing he just looks mad at me and also my jeans are now soaking wet. He kept his arm secured around my waist and walked me home and that’s when I felt Drake calm down a bit before he started worrying. Damn I wish I hadn’t screwed up my phone so I could have called him. He stopped at the door. “Are you okay now?”

“I was always okay.” I pushed the door open and we were both greeted by ducted heating. I hope that’s dries up my pants. “Listen Spirit Stalker I can look after myself.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah keep walking.”

“Harry is that you?” My mother called out from the kitchen.

I threw my hands up. “And your daughter!” I shouted.

“Quiet down Ali-cat. Mother Cat has a headache.” She walked past us swallowing down a pill then collapsed on the couch next to dad.

Dad looked up at me then pointed to the home phone on the kitchen bench. “Your boyfriend left a voicemail.”

“Really?” I rushed over to it and Harry took his time pacing over on the side leaning against the bench.

‘Hey baby,’

“Gag.” Harry muttered. I gave him a - you couldn’t help yourself could you look.

‘Um there’s something I have to tell you. Do you think you could come over? I…’ He let out a breathy chuckle. ‘I just need to talk to you.’

“Sounds like a trap.”

“Very funny.” I stated humourlessly.

“Alright then I’ll be serious. Sounds like a booty call.”

“I’m going out!” I called out rolling my eyes.

Hash tag Déjà vu

“Again?” My dad questioned.

“I’m going to see Drake for a bit.”

My mother spoke up. “Harry would you mind taking her?” That’s code for would you keep an eye on my daughter and be prepared for when her panties drop.

“Gladly.” Code for I’m honoured to be on panty dropper duty. I mentally pictured him saluting.

“Not going anywhere near my panties.” I whispered to myself forgetting he can still hear me. I blushed and walked back to the front door.

“We’ll drive this time.”