I was on the red silk sheets, laughing with Colin as he told me stories from his childhood, and as much as I loved the tales, I loved the way his eyes lit up more.

"Okay, so you're telling me, that the first time you road a bike... you got hit by a car and had to pretend to be hurt when actually you were fine." I laughed as he laughed too, feeling better than I did in a long time.

"I did such a good job, the doctor panicked because he couldn't figure out what was wrong with me." Colin laughed and I followed along with him.

I shook my head. "Pfft."

He gave me a pointed look. "Are you saying you didn't have any near-secret out experiences as a kid!?"

I shook my head. "No, I once fell off a fifty foot bluff as a kid and had to pretend I was in a lot of pain." I laughed. "Everyone was so proud of the doctor who "saved" me."

Miracle my ass. I'm a Supernatural.

"What about your sister?" I asked, remembering him saying that he had one.

He bit his lip, smirking. "Yeah she's a handful. She's 8, but she's adorable. She looks like my mom and I just know she's going to be a heartbreaker." He takes his phone out of his back pocket and shows me his lock screen, a picture of him and a small little girl that looked like him.

"Awe, she's adorable." I said, and he shut his phone off, putting it back into his pocket.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Yeah she's pretty adorable. Unless she's mad. Then dad, mom, and I run for the hills." He chuckled and I grinned.

The moment was interrupted with my phone ringing. I gulped as the chorus of I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin began playing on my phone as it vibrated against the mahogany nightstand next to Colin's California King size bed.

"Who's that?" He asked, the phone faced down.

But I always knew who's ringtone that was, despite not being able to see the caller ID. It was only his. I reached over and closed my eyes, as I answered the phone, licking my lips. "Hey Uncle Kasparov." I breathed out.

Dallas betrayed me, didn't he?

He was silent, and the silence scared me. When the Dawns were silent, something was wrong. When the Dawn's became night, it was scarier than when the sun was shining on our name. And right now, the moon was out.

"Where are you?" He seethed.

I had no answer. "Picking up lunch, why?" I asked, feeling more confident with my answer. It was getting too easy to lie to my family. I didn't like it, but at the same time I felt some sort of amusement in it.

This is for stabbing my thigh two years ago, Uncle Kasp. And no, I don't care that it was an accident. I thought to myself.

"Kora told me you went to see a guy, why are you lying to me Everly?" He asked, his voice low and threatening.

I didn't have an answer to that question that I wanted to give either... "Because I know how you Dawn men are." I try to giggle, but the sound was foreign on my tongue.

He scoffs, noticing it too. "Where were you yesterday?" He asks, knowing something.

"On a date." I sigh heavily, deciding to give him partial proof because apparently lying to a guy who's 544 years old is a ridiculous idea.

He hums. "Oh... was that guy worth the bite now on Zachariah's LEG!?" He yelled into the phone.

Why was he calling me instead of my father? "Where's my dad?" I asked.

He didn't answer. "I don't know. Might be dead. How's Zachariah? Oh... you wouldn't know. Because you're not with him. I think you and I are in the same boat."

My eyes sunk and my heart stopped working. "You don't mean that." I say. He's fine. My Dad was fine. He could only be fine. Mom was with him, and mom was a badass. Kasp was with him, and nobody messed with Kas.

He sighed lightly. "He's fine, he's driving." He responds and I sigh out with relief. "He's pissed by the way." And suddenly the stress was back.

"Where's mom?" I ask, hoping to change the topic.

"I..." he paused and I hear shuffling.

"Eve?" I hear my dad's soft voice and I almost cry out.

"I'm here. Are you okay? Where's mom?" I want to ask more questions, but at the moment those ones are the most important.

He whimpers on the other line and I can't help but feel like I'm going to crush my phone.

"Let's just take that." Colin whispers and takes the phone from my hand, putting it on speaker.

He holds it so I don't have to.

"We... we're doing our best looking for her. I'm so sorry, Eve." My dad says, and I hear the heartbreak in his voice even over the phone.

My body shakes with anger and sadness melded together into one painful emotion as I rock back and forth. "Who!?" Hot tears almost spill but I keep them back.

"We're not sure. We thought it was Clay but... this isn't like him." He groaned, a slight edge to his voice. "Honey, Clay Gold still thinks you're dead, right?"

"Yeah. Unless he looked into it after I killed Colin." I say harshly, and look up to apologize to Colin but he's just smirking at me. He winks at me, and normally I think I would be chuckling, but my mom was missing. A smirk and a wink wasn't going to fix that. "Why do you ask?"

He cleared his throat. "I need you to grab Dallas, take Constance, and go to the Gold's house. Break your cover. Ask him if he knows anything. Eve, crawl under his skin."

Colin widened his eyes and looked up at me frantically. He shook his head.

"Umm... I don't think that's a good idea. Why would he help me if I killed his son?" I flinched, hoping my dad didn't hear the fear in my voice. Or perhaps I did hope he heard it, that way he would know I was scared to do it.

"Tell him that you know who killed his son, and it wasn't you." Dad says. "Tell him I killed him. Watch him do nothing. Or better yet, Kasparov."

Cockiness ran in the family. Or should I say... the Species. It was almost getting old as to to how cocky my family truly was.

"Okay." I said. "Find mom, call me back." I said, and hung up. I looked to Colin who seemed... relaxed. Why did he look relaxed? I watched as he looked up, the ceiling seemingly captivated him. "Colin!" I yelled, trying to steal his attention away from the house's sky.

He looked to me and blinked. "My father didn't have anything to do with that." He says, defending his father.

I wanted to ask how he knew, question his knowledge. But something in his tone made me feel like he wasn't lying and he was sure of his father's innocence.

Obviously he knew I was going to ask something, because he sighed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. "My father and Felix had a secret truce." Colin said, regretting the words the moment they left his lips. I could tell by the way he looked up and shook his head.

My eyes widened with shock and disappointment. Felix was one of the best hunters in the world, I only say one of the best because Kasparov could take him down sometimes. He was the oldest living Hunter in the world. He was a complete badass and he killed an uncountable amount of Hunteds.

And he had a truce with one? I held such high regards in him.

Although... as if I was one to say anything.

"Everly, you've made out with a vampire so don't even blame him." Colin says, giving me a playful yet pointed look, saying out loud what I was thinking.

I roll my eyes, knowing he's right. But still.

"Why did he have a truce with Felix?" I asked, calming down in just the slightest.

Colin shook his head. "I can't tell you that." He answered.

I raised my eyes at him. "What do you mean you can't tell me? You can tell me anything." And I meant it, I really did. He could trust me. My only concern now was whether or not I could trust him.

He licked his lips. "Family secret. Where's your safe house?" He asked, pursing his lips.

"I can't tell you," I realized what he did there. "Touché."

He nodded, holding up a finger. "But my dad can." He surprised me by saying.

I almost fell off the bed with shock. "What do you mean?"

He sat up on his knees, excited about whatever he had in mind. "What if we just tell them that you and I made our own truce because we were both scared to fight and die?" He asked. "Something entwines our family and we both know it. Why do we hate each other yet never attack each other. I know where you live, your family knows where I live."

I didn't really have an answer. I seemed to always be out of answers now-a-days. "Because... I don't know." I hated saying "I don't know" and I hated it even more that I was saying it to a guy who seemed to know more than me. "Saying we were scared to fight each other is so... dishonorable though."

He shrugged. "We can either be dishonored or dead. Pick one."

I groaned and rubbed my temples, wanting to just get up and leave. Surely he'd follow me, but maybe we could leave the problems behind?

"Dead." I said finally, just trying to be stubborn and spiteful.

He scoffed and gave me a loving look. "Difficult much? Listen, I'd rather them find out like that than find us together, right?"

Yes. But I don't see why I should have to say that out loud. "Yeah yeah, okay. So I get dishonored and my family throws a hissy fit."

Colin holds out my phone. "I have learned that telling people over the phone is easier."

I snatch it from his grasp and call Uncle Kasp, dreading the upcoming conversation.

He answers quicker than I hoped and I put the phone on speaker so Colin can hear it too. "Please tell me no one died." He says, happily yet disappointedly. Two emotions I never associated together.

I almost laugh. "What? No."

"Phew, I thought I was gunna have to leave Ireland. THEY HAVE SO MUCH BEER HERE!" Kasparov laughs. "What do you want? If no one died why are you calling?"

"One, we can't get drunk so why are you drinking? Two, I have a confession." I said quickly.

"Oh I'm not drinking. I'm watching Becker drink. It's fucking hilarious." He breathes out, laughing.

Colin tilted his head and backed from the phone. He knew who Becker was. Everyone knew who Becker was.

But it's funny because while he's probably one of the most powerful supernaturals on the planet, probably is if I'm not being vain here, he was honestly a little child.

He's a witch, he hung around Constance back in the 1840s, and helped take down Alpha Arlis Barron when he was on his rampage. Becker was a strange character.

Most supernaturals were jerks. I mean look at my Uncle Kasparov and Clay, completely prideful swines. But Becker was different.

He was almost childlike. Especially for someone being the last descendent of any of the Salem Of The Old Witches, the people who created the Hunters.

But while I once saw him save a bunny from a fox, all the others think he does is hang bunnies and foxes for Spells. Becker doesn't eat the hearts of birds like people assume he does.

I laughed at Colin. He looked so scared. "Has he ate his bird hearts yet?" I asked, a serious tone to my voice. It was a running joke with us and Becker to ask is he's ate his bird hearts yet.

"I don't know, you wanna ask him?" Uncle Kas asked, chuckling.

I smiled a big grin. "Heck yeah! I'd love to talk to the little witch."

Colin got more and more horrified by the second.

"Heeyyyyy Everly." Becker said, slurring his words. "I'm," He hiccuped. "Finding your mom."

I sighed with relief. "In your drunken state? Wow Becker, I'm disappointed in you." I said harshly, smirking at Colin's fearful expression.

"Heck yeah." Becker laughed. "Now I'm curious... you said... you had a confession. Spill your tea little girl."

I could imagine the 6 foot tall guy with unruly and curly brown hair struggle to stand.

I looked to Colin who was shaking his head wildly, suddenly changing his idea.

What he didn't know is that if anyone was to agree with my choice of not killing Colin it would be Becker. The witch everyone assumed was a thousand years old but in reality... he was like 250. Little did he know that when someone said, "Becker" in my household, all of us kids ran to whoever it was that said it and smiled, asking if he was coming. That his name around the house sent surges of smiles to flood on our faces. That Beck would tuck in Zach.

"Well... I kind of told my family I killed a hunter when in reality I made a truce with him because we were both scared to fight each other." I rushed out and Colin gasped, falling backwards off the bed, moving to pack his clothes.

"HAHA! My actual mood." Becker laughed before the phone was ripped from his grip and suddenly Uncle Kasparov was yelling at me. I wasn't listening to him though. I was too busy laughing at Colin's shocked face.

"... SO WHAT THE HELL!?" Kasparov finished his little yell over the phone.

"Yeah... I formed a truce with him because we were both too scared to actually fight." I answered, feeling a weight lifted from my shoulders.

"Grab Dallas and Constance, march your ass over there, and figure out what happened here while we do our best to find your mom, Fiona, and Moira." Uncle Kasp breathes out, too angry for his own good.

"Oh, is she in the bar?" I asked harshly. "I think that might be the only place you've looked." I hung up.

Best way to get under a Dawn's skin, was to make them feel guilty. It was hard, but it was possible. That or compare them to somebody stronger, work off their ego. I'm sure even Zach knows this.

"Would you stop packing!?" I laughed at Colin as he Vampire zoomed around the room, packing anything and everything.

"STOP PACKING!? You just told Becker Reinheart that you didn't kill me. I might be dying already. I can practically feel the poison working in my lungs!" He grabbed my hand and his bag and started walking out the door. "We have to keep moving, he's—"

"A Salem Witch and nothing you do can stop him from killing you." I say, chuckling.

"You're laughing. Why are you laughing?" He asked, stopping at his door.

"Because Becker wouldn't hurt a fly!" I took my hand from his and tilted my head, offering a small smile. "Becker Reinheart is the least likely person in the world to hurt someone."

He placed his hands on the side of my head, looking deep into my eyes. "Dear, Becker Reinheart is mental. He's on witch steroids. He can kill you with a single word, why aren't you scared of him!?"

I pushed his hands away. "Becker is the only supernatural I'm not scared of. While he may be powerful, he hates hurting anyone and/or anything." I placed my hands on the sides of his head like he did to mine just seconds ago. "Becker will probably save your life before he takes it." I said seriously.

He seemed shocked, I mean who wouldn't be. Becker held a reputation that I just demolished and told him was a complete lie. But he also held a sense of... respect? in his eyes. "I still have to worry about your Uncle." He said.

Yes. Yes he did. "Eh. Everyone has to worry about Uncle Kas." I lay back on his bed and purse my lips. "Call your dad." I instruct him.

He cringed, scrunching up his face. "Terrible idea."

He was not going to pull that card with me. Nope. "No no no, I just told my family. Now you have to talk to yours. I have to get info from your father and what is he going to do when I just show up at your door? He owes me, I saved you, remember?" I ran a hand through my hair, huffing out.

"Don't ask him. Ask me." He grabs my hands and holds them in his. "Ask me."

I smirk. "Why did he make a truce with-"

"I can't tell-"

"Exactly. I'm talking to your dad. I have orders from Kasparov Dawn. Not Uncle Kasp, not Kaspie, and not Kaspar the Unfriendly Ghost. Kasparov Dawn, the Hunter." I walk to the bed and grab my phone.

To my surprise, he started laughing. "One, Kaspie? Two, he's not your uncle?" He laughs, even though just moments before he was on the verge of leaving this country from fear. Little does he know that he could move from this solar system and Becker would still be able to find him.

I groaned, no longer in the mood for jokes. "Kaspie is a long story, something only Zach gets away with calling him. Family joke. And when he's being serious like this, when we're in this kind of emergency... he's Hunter before he is Uncle."

He pursed his lips. "I'll tell him."

I kissed his cheek and reached for his door handle, but his hand stopped me before I could leave. "What are you doing? Are you leaving?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I have to go get Dallas. Get your dad to come home."

He seemed too upset. "Why do you need Dallas?"

Because his dad might literally try to end me. I was his species' mortal enemy. I didn't tell him this, however. I just kind of made a disgruntled noise and frowned.

"You think I couldn't protect you from him? I wouldn't let my dad hurt you." He said quickly, almost like he was trying to reassure me and himself.

"It's not like that... I just don't think I should put you in that position to have to. Plus it would blow our cover." I kissed his cheek again and stepped back from him, leaving before he could add on.

All I needed to do was interrogate a Vampire. My... boyfriend's... dad. A head vampire, practically royalty. The leader of the Vamps last time I heard. Part of the Supernatural court. Like Felix.

The oldest Hunter is always the Representative for us. And it was Felix, but I guess now it was a Hunter named Kora.

***

"Dallas!" I yelled as I walked through the door, although my act was redundant. He was sitting on the couch with a bottle of champagne in his hand. "Why do we even have champagne?" I asked, throwing myself onto the couch next to him casually.

He didn't respond. He took another drink, looked at the bottle, and threw it across the house where it landed with a sharp crash. It didn't scare me. It didn't startle me. I was used to it.

"Uncle Kasparov and Dad say we have to interrogate Clay Gold. See if knows anything about mom going missing." I try to break it to him lightly, but it doesn't have my desired effect.

He grabs his phone and crushes it in his hands, shaking with anger. "I don't forgive you. I'm not telling anyone, but I'll never forgive you." He muttered and stood up, walking out the front door.

My heart cracked. When Dallas held a grudge, he could hold it for all eternity.