Moving towards the refrigerator, to get a cup of blood, the shrieking sound of my phone ringing caught my attention. Looking at the phone to see who called me, a no caller ID showed up.

Deciding not to answer it I went back into the kitchen. After stepping one foot inside the kitchen, the phone rang again. Noticing it was the same number as before I picked it up. Before I could say a word, a deep, husky voice said

" We have your mate, Meet us at your old house, at 1 am tomorrow or the boy gets it. Tell no one, or you will never see your mate again." How do they know about our old house or my mate? Who could know this stuff?

Feeling my heartbeat speed up, I said "Who are you?" The other line was silent except for their heavy breathing. After a minute of silence, the husky-voiced guy responded with,

"I could be your greatest friend or your worst enemy. The choice is yours." With those final words, he hung up, leaving me in despair.

What am I gonna do? I don't know who that is or what they want with me or my mate. Like yea, I sent him away but that doesn't mean I didn't love him or need him. He's my other half. I couldn't do that to us, I just needed to make sure someone was safe.

But that cost me, my mate. Falling onto the couch, tears started spilling as I imagined my mate tied up hurting.

After crying for a good 15 minutes, I looked at the time and noticed I had about 5 hours to get to my old house. With tears in my eyes, I headed into the woods. I took my shirt off and hid it behind a bush, driving was not an option.

I needed to do this secretly and with my thoughts, my black and gray feathered wings sprouted from my back as I took off. Falling in the rhythm of beating my wings the thought of my mate hurting hit me full force.

Meeting him was the best thing that ever happened. He's my other half, my soul, my lover, my mate, he's everything. I pushed him away, I didn't want him to get involved in what was going on in my family.

There are some things not even mates cannot share. I pushed him away for his good, but look what's happened. He's kidnapped, scared, and probably hurt. He could contact me, but I threatened him.

I didn't reject him so we're still mates, but I told him if he ever contacted me before I was ready then I would reject him. I'm such a fool for hurting him. It broke me in pieces seeing his cute little face littered in tears. But I thought it was for the best. I never thought this could happen.

Tears fell gracefully as my skin grew black. My demon side was taking over. I hadda get back in control. This only happens when my emotions get out of control or I want it to, but I don't want this. Closing my eyes, I imagined kissing my mate, his vanilla scent filled my nose as I began imagining him next to me.

The blackness of my skin started fading as I opened my eyes looking into the moon's shadow, the devil's shadow.

Pushing myself even faster I noticed I was close to my old town. Looking down at my watch I read the time, 12:45. I had 15 minutes to get to the house before something bad happened. Pushing myself even faster than before, my vision blurred with tears as I landed in front of my old house.

Wiping my face, I walked up the driveway and into the house. Walking past the hallway and into the living room, I looked around. The windows that used to be open were now covered by boards and the once homey feeling was gone and replaced with dread. What happened to this place, why did they even want to meet here?

Looking in the middle of the room I saw the most beautiful person ever. My mate, my other half, my heart. Being shocked by how he looked, I was rooted still. He looked up into my eyes, with a piece of cloth wrapped around his face used as a gag.

His arm and legs were shackled in silver chains, his skin burning where they touched. Looking at his beautiful tan skin I snarled at the marks they put on my mate.

My eyes met his again and I noticed they began to tear up. Feeling another presence in the darkroom, I looked around and noticed it was another demon. Looking at their face, I realized who it was. I was shocked, I didn't know they could do this.

Crouching down into my fighting stance I looked into their eyes, my skin turning black. "You ought to control that before something bad happens." He said, pulling a silver knife out and putting it against my mate's skin, burning it.

It took everything in me just to keep control. How could he do this to us? "What do you want," I asked him with clenched teeth. "I want you to help kidnap Melody, after all, she trusts you, it would hurt her, even more, knowing it was you who betrayed her."

Smiling evilly he saw my resentment of him. "If you don't then say goodbye to your mate." He said as he drew the blade across his neck, not deep enough to draw blood thankfully. Snarling I looked at him in his eyes, his black ones mirroring mine.

"When do you want her by?" I said in defeat, hanging my head down. "In 48 hours, then I will let your mate go, if not I will kill him." Looking up I looked back and forth between him and my mate. Why should I trust him? I have no choice but to, I think, my mate is on the line. "As long as he is not hurt I will do what you want." Looking back into my mate's eyes, a tear fell.

Turning around and walking out the door all I could think was, she can handle herself, it's the reason why I stayed by her side. To make sure nothing like this happens, but it looks like I'm the one that's knocking on the devil's door. I'm sorry, Melody. I hope you forgive me.