“Now, tilt your head back, holding your breath for 10 seconds, then release it,” Genny commanded. Victor did as he was told, tilting his head back as far as he could, without actually falling, and puffing his cheeks up as he held his breath.

“Release it,” Genny said after a ten second pause. Victor let it out in a whoosh. They waited. There was a pause, and then a soft hiccup.

“ITS STILL THERE!” Victor yelled. Genny sighed. She picked up a clipboard from the table beside the examination table. She scribbled something down, then turned to Juni, who stood near the door, rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“Juni?” Genny called. Juni looked up.

“Oh, yes Genny?” Genny approached her, taking her arm and leading her around the doorway into another room. There was a long one way mirror that stood between the main room, and the padded cell they had walked into. Juni looked around, slightly surprised.

“What is this?”

“A containment center. For demons and such,” Genny explained. She turned and gestured at the mirror, that was exhibiting a half naked Victor on the exam table, slightly jerking from the occasional hiccups.

“The hiccups are nothing to be alarmed about. So he’s had them for ever 24 hours…I believe its mere nerves. Have you attempted to scare them out of him?” Genny asked. Juni nodded.

“Joey threatened him to an inch of his life, and Robby set off a bunch of cymbals behind his head when he was watching TV. Nothing worked,” Juni replied, her voice slightly woeful.

“Well you shouldn’t be too concerned. About him anyway. But what I wanted to talk to you about is the baby. How’s she doing?” Genny asked, smiling. Juni immediately beamed.

“The morning sickness has died down a bit. I’m getting cravings like you wouldn’t believe…and I’m afraid I’m starting to show,” Juni said, holding up her shirt to show the doctor. Genny examined her belly a moment, then nodded.

“Yep. If this were a normal pregnancy, you would be only a few weeks along. But of course, considering this seems to be slightly abnormal, you’re about a month along already. This baby does grow pretty fast, huh?” Genny asked, smiling. Juni blushed.

“Thank you so much for all your help Genny…”

“Oh don’t worry about it. I’m very happy to help. Have you told anyone yet?” Genny asked. Juni sighed.

“Not yet. Adrien and Jaimie are the only ones who know so far. I think Hunter knows too, but he doesn’t really care all that much. He’s too busy eying Christian,” Juni said with a wicked smile. Genny cocked her head to one side.

“Really? I figured the wolf was straight…”

“So did he,” Genny laughed.

“Well, I’m very pleased. It seems everything’s going along splendidly-“ Just then, Genny’s cell rang. Sighing, she gave Juni an apologetic look and flipped open the phone.

“Hi Ray,” Genny said with an affectionately bored tone in her voice. Juni smiled.

“Hm? Oh-“ Genny laughed. She pulled the phone from her ear, “here, you have to hear this,” She whispered, and turned the phone on speakerphone.

“-And I don’t know what to do Genny! He won’t stop hiccupping! What if he starts to choke?! Oh Sammy I love you don’t die-“ Ray was crying into the phone. Genny smiled at Juni, who laughed.

“Ray, honey. Sammy isn’t going to die. How long has he had the hiccups?”

“….Four minutes…” Juni was almost on the floor from the expanse of her laughter. Genny rolled her eyes.

“What are you doing? Who’s laughing? Is that Juni!?” Ray cried happily.

“Yes it me Ray.”

“Hi Juni! Why didn’t you tell me Juni was coming over Genny?! You’re a bitch, do you know that?!” She yelled. There was a rumble from somewhere behind Ray.

“Dammy! Genny’s a bitch!” More rumbling. Juni had to assume the large demon must have just gotten home. He had been leaving for the day when Juni and Victor had gone in.

“Sammy’s hiccupping! I don’t know what to do- Oh. He stopped? When’d he stop?” Ray cried at the blonde haired demon. Seeming to have forgotten she was on the phone, she continued to converse with the demon.

“I’m not panicking! I don’t panic! You panic! You’re a jerk,” Ray cried. “I hate everybody! Except you Juni. I like you. Bye!” And with that Ray hung up. Genny sighed, dropping her cellphone back into her pocket.

“And now Damiez will have his wicked way with her, and then Ray will come in here in about 2 hours smelling like the guy and holding Sammy, whining about some mysterious illness or another that Sammy’s contracted,” Genny said. Juni blanched.

“Seriously?”

“Mmhmm. They’re that predictable. Ray’s pregnant again, you know,” Genny said with a smile.

“Really?”

“Yep. Demon boy knocked her up again,” Genny said with a grown, “Now she’s gonna be here every day, cuddling in Damiez lap cuzz he’s that protective,” Genny groaned. Juni smiled.

“I think it’s cute. I mean…it’s hard to believe such a huge guy would be so overly-protective with the itty bitty girl.”

“Yeah, he’s nuts about her,” Genny said.

“And what about you? I’m sure Kyle can’t get enough of you,” Juni said with a smile. Genny shrugged, but was smiling too.

“He likes to keep me happy. And he has a hard time staying away for too long. Ray says he has separation anxieties. He’s actually coming in soon with lunch, and Abby.”

“Who’s Abby?”

“My baby girl,” Genny said with a pleased smile.

“Ooh! Well-“ Juni was cut off when Victor suddenly wailed. There was the sound of a muffled scream, and something fell over.

Poking their heads around the corner, Genny and Juni saw that the exam table in which Victor had been planted had tipped over. Flailing limbs could be seen over the top.

“Victor?”

“MMMPH!” Victor’s muffled yelled replied. Juni and Genny rushed around the exam table to see what had happened. Two similarly handsome blonde twins had thrown themselves at the vocalist, and were currently taking advantage of his half naked state.

“Mmm what a yummy boooy…” One cooed, his fingers trailing down Victor’s abdomen. Another hand covered Victor’s face, and yet another held his wrists above his head.

“Indeed. So delectably sweet and sugary…” the other purred, his lips currently attached to Victor’s nipple. Victor couldn’t help but arch, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as the hand going down his abdomen disappeared into his pants.

“LYNDON! TYRONE!” Genny bellowed, grabbing both twins by their long blonde hair and dragging them away from the sprawled out vocalist on the floor. Juni dropped down to help Victor up as Genny carried the struggling twins to the doorway, and threw them into the containment center. She slammed the door, and locked it.

“NOOOO DUCKY! DUCKY WE DIDN’T MEAN IT!” One of the twins said through the speaker into their room. Juni helped Victor sit up.

“What…” Victor grunted. He realized who was holding him up, and threw himself at her.

“OH JUNI! I WAS SO SCARED!” He wailed. Juni sighed, on her back on the floor.

“I know…it’s okay Victor…you’re choking me Victor…”

“Oops. Sorry,” Victor unhinged himself from Juni’s arms. Genny ignored the twins bellowing through the speaker, and smiled at the two.

“Careful Victor,” Genny cautioned. Victor looked sorely at her.

“Who the hell are they…” He whimpered.

“Lyndon and Tyrone Smitten. Friends…well. I’m considering them feeding to some of the werewolf puppies in room 5B,” Genny growled, glowering at the mirror.

“That hurts ducky,” Came a dejected voice through the speaker.

“It should. I TOLD you to stop attacking patients! Especially MY patients,” Genny snapped.

Victor was still snuggling against Juni. Juni was pleasantly surprised to feel his lips against her neck.

“Mmm…those twins got me excited…” He purred, making Juni shiver. She pushed on him slightly, her hands grazing his abdomen. It took all her resolve not to latch onto those abs and climb on top of him and have her way with him. She sighed.

It’s the hormones…they’re making him more irresistible…

Sure they are. And maybe you just wanna throw yourself at his sexy self.

DAMNIT IT’S THE HORMONES!

Yeah. Sure.

“I hate to interrupt, but I’d like to point out that your hiccups are gone Victor,” Genny said. Victor blinked, seeming to have forgotten why he was at the doctors office in the first place.

“OH! THEY ARE!” He cried happily. “Those Twins must have scared them out of me when they attacked me!” He laughed excitedly.

“Wow. At least there’s ONE good use for them…”

0-9-0-9

Christian slowly awoke to the deep rumbling of thunder. At least, he thought it was thunder. Opening his eyes a fraction of an inch, he waited for the sound to continue, and jumped when it came again, only this time very close to his ear.

Lifting his head slowly, he realized that the sounds were really snores, the sound rumbling inside Hunter’s chest. Currently Christian’s head was resting on Hunter’s stomach, and Hunter was splayed out on his back across the pillows, his arms unconsciously wrapped around the headboard of the bed.

Moving slowly, as to not wake up the sleeping werewolf, Christian eased over to the edge of the bed, searching for his boxer shorts.

As he leaned over the edge of the bed to find his clothes, his fingers brushed the sticky styrofoam of the infamous trifle desert. He smiled in memory of Hunter admitting how exactly he wanted to eat the trifle... and how he'd complied.

Christian looked at the werewolf, lying naked and sprawled out on the bed for the world to see- the world being himself, presently. Christian’s eyes glazed over his peaceful body like a second skin as he watched Hunter’s chest rise and fall. His eyes fixed upon the sparse spread of hair around his navel and he licked his lips, fire rekindling in his gut.

His stare was not unnoticed by Hunter, who squirmed slightly and let his head on his shoulders to face the right where he relaxed. Christian's chest tightened at the view of several pairs of puncture wounds scattered like surrounding troops about Hunter's neck. Then he remembered how Hunter had screamed... in pleasure. The feeling dispersed.

He realized of course the vampire hunger threatening to take control and devour the morsel before him. Still, he looked on, a puppet to the art and form that was Hunter. What he would give for another taste...

His eyes questioned the clock on the bedside table. 7:15 p.m. Who said vampires were damned? He pressed his palms into the sheets on either side of his prey and lowered his head to the softly stirring neck. The vein pulsed beneath his lips, his skin soft and warm; the smell of him drifted up to tease Christian's nose. He inhaled his scent deeply. He drew back a moment, his fangs elongating and pressing into his bottom lip. His eyes darkened and he slipped a knee between Hunter's semi-parted legs

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Christian wrestled past the pains in his abdomen and met the brunt of harsh embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"GET THE FUCK OFF MY TAIL!" Christian stumbled backwards onto his ass and shook his head, his fangs retracting sadly. Hunter sat up, nursing his wounded tail and looked apologetically at him.

"Sorry. I have this... thing." "Growing out of your ass? Yes, I noticed. Had I noticed before I climbed on top of you, things would not be so awkward.

"No, asshole! I have this complex about people touching it."

"...Why?"

"Well, you would too if I kept pulling you around by your spine."

"Ouch," he admitted, scrunching up his nose.

"Yeah. It only comes out when I'm sleeping. I have to hold it in. But when I wake up, it retracts. Because I'm uncomfortable with it." Christian's mind bubbled and hissed, forging an idea.

"Think I could make you feel more comfortable with it?"

"What?" Hunter asked sarcastically, though fear could be detected with a fine tooth comb.

"Lay back." Christian instructed. Hunter moved slowly, reluctantly.

"Go on," Christian pushed him, following him down.

"Now close your eyes." Hunter swallowed hard, closing his eyes tightly. Christian let his lips hover over Hunter's tempting them towards him. Hunter relaxed, focusing more on the hesitant kiss than on the ever present air of suspense.

Christian gently licked Hunter's top lip, drawing a little hum from Hunter, who tilted his chin up, and closed the distance between them. Christian kissed him back, one hand slipping down beside them and dragging his fingertips along the werewolf's side. Hunter shivered. Christian held him by his hip and rolled them onto their sides, facing each other. Christian let his hand massage its way down Hunter's spine, relaxing the muscles. He came to the base of the tail, and felt himself get a little excited at the prospect of making love to him like this.

It wasn't course like a rat's tail, or soft like a dog's. It was a feeling altogether different than any other thing he had ever held. It was a strong, lean coil of muscle that ran down and lay between his legs, fearfully, curving down and ending near their feet. He followed it back up and felt the low growl behind Hunter's chest building. He smiled.

"Comfortable?" he teased.

"Oh, I'm comfortable," he said, his eyes half lidded and dangerous.

"But know what would be more comfortable?"

"I could take a guess." Christian said, reaching up to tweak one of his ears. Hunter gritted his teeth, shaking against him again. Sparks shot down from his skull to his spine, where they mingled with whatever it was Christian was doing to his tail and shot back up. He was going into cardiac arrest.

"Christian..." he managed to get out, the feeling building within him, becoming too strong to bear. He was wracked with spasms, shaking and moaning. Christian felt the presence of what he took for an orgasm, running his tongue along the rim of Hunter's ear and registering an immediate and overpowering howl from his lover.

Christian's eyes went wide as saucers, watching Hunter throw his head back and arch his back. Heat expanded inside of him and he dropped his hands from him and watched. Hunter dropped his head back into place, his breath coming fast and strong. He looked around the room as if he'd never seen before. "What was that?" Christian asked him, somewhat amused.

"It was like... like nothing I've ever experienced before. God, it was so good... but I feel so... alive! I'm so awake. It was like a shot of adrenalin!"

"Sounded more like an orgasm."

"It was! I think... I think it was. But on so many levels." Christian stared at him, bemused. Then Hunter's busy eyes turned on him.

"So what are you into?"

"Excuse me?" he asked, clearing his throat.

"What part of it do you like? Where do you like to be touched? How? Do you like soft or hard? Easy or a challenge? Pain or pleasure? Wet or dry? Leather or feathers? Rocky or steady? Toys or natural? Costumes? Threesomes? Video cameras? WHAT DO YOU LIKE?"

Christian waited for all of the categories and suggestions to sink in before responding.

"Whatdya-whodya-huh?"

"Oh come on, you've been having sex for like hundreds of years. You HAVE to know what you like... you have no idea, do you?" he asked, his eyes going wider and his head cocking as it hit him.

"Umm... no?" he asked, squinting. He began to fear the werewolf, who looked deeply engaged in a plan.

"Okay, lie down and spread your-"

"I see where this is going."

"Arms," Hunter finished.

"Oh. Not where I thought that was going," he said, obliging. Hunter reached down to his bedside table and opened the drawer, routing around for something. He closed it and came back up. From his hand, two sets of handcuffs jingled together.

"Oh boy..." Christians said, looking at them. He raised his wrists to the bed posts. Hunter bands around Christian's wrists and the posts and checked to make sure he couldn't get out.

"... Well, I don't mind this. But it's not really turning me on," he said, looking at Hunter thoughtfully.

"Good try though." Hunter smiled, playing into it.

"Darn, really? Guess I won't be able to have my way with you then." He reached up to remove one and Christian jabbed it away, best as he could with so little room to manipulate.

"Wait, what?"

"Hmm? Oh. I wont be able to have my wicked way with you while you remain unable to defend or protect yourself from my hands... or mouth..." Color rejuvenated in Christian's cheeks and he felt his desire perk up.

"That doesn't sound so bad... why don't we give it a try."

0-7-0-7

“Victor Scott Everett! World class Olympic Jumper and Free diver! About to execute the most difficult of all dives! The-triple-hybrid-free-dive-plunge-cannonball-of doom!”

“More like The-triple-scream-and-slip-as-you-fall-off-the-diving-board-and-into-the-water-of-PAIN.”

“Shut UP Joey! You’re just jealous!” Victor shouted from his position on the diving board. He stood in a peter pan fashion, in his baggy swim shorts, his chest puffed up and out. Joey floated in the middle of the pool, on a large inter-tube, his sunglasses shielding his eyes as he sunned.

“Yeah…not so much,” The guitarist responded. Juni and Jaimie sat on one side

of the pool, both dressed in one-piece swimsuits. Adrien and the babies were

in the shallow end, Courtney playing with a set of rubber ducks Adrien had found in the pool house, and Chenelle demonstrating to the werewolf how good of a swimmer she was. Benni merely floated in a little baby floatie and watched with wide eyed intensity.

“Okay. As Victor Scott Everett prepares for this HISTORIC dive, he glances to the crowd and gives a solemn wave. His girlfriend Junith Benevote watches him admirably on as she waves a handkerchief, bidding him a safe trip-“

“Okay Victor, stop turning this into a novel and jump,” Robby said impatiently from behind him. Victor spun around, his expression scandalized.

“I’m not turning it into a novel! I’m just being honest! Right sweety?!” Victor shouted to Juni, who glanced at him only momentarily before her eyes dipped back down to her book.

“I’ve got the ambulance on speed dial,” She said instead of giving the vocalist’s

words of encouragement.

“SO MUCH FOR BELIEVING IN ME!” Victor bellowed.

“Oh I believe in you Victor. I also believe that nothing good is going to come out

of this…Triple whatsit,” Juni responded. Victor huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s CALLED the The-triple-hybrid-free-dive-plunge-cannonball-of doom!”

“Sorry,” Juni responded, returning to her book. Victor grunted and started into his diving position, slightly bending forward, almost arching above the water. He was about to jump when he gave a start, and stepped backwards.

“I forgot to do my warm ups!” A chorus of groans echoed from the others that littered the area around the pool.

“VICTOR WILL YOU JUST JUMP ALREADY?!” Robby roared, his cheeks blotched with red.

“I CAN’T! It’s dangerous to do it when you’re not loose enough!” Victor yelled.

“That’s what she said!” Jaimie howled, cackling with laughter as Victor spun to glare at her.

Tally, who was sitting in the Jacuzzi a few feet away, lounging in the bubbles lazily, watched Robby throughout the conversation. She caught his eye as Victor settled onto the diving board to stretch out his legs, and crooked a finger at him as Robby took in her hazy, warm state.

“Why don’t you come in here with me while Victor does his warm ups, hm? I’m awfully lonely over here,” She called, her voice sickeningly honey sweet. Immediately Robby nodded and bounded off the diving board, causing the flimsy piece of plastic to wiggle violently. The wild movement caused Victor to fall right off, who had been in the process of standing when Robby moved. He did a belly flop into the water, causing both Jaimie and Juni to ‘oooo’ in sympathy, and Adrien and Joey to roar with laughter.

Victor surfaced a few seconds later, red in the cheeks, his gold eyes blazing.

“DAMNIT ROBBY!” He bellowed, struggling to keep his head above water and scream at the drummer. Robby wasn’t listening; he had settled into the Jacuzzi with Tally and was currently cuddling with the sexual dragon-lady.

Disheartened, Victor swam to the ladder and climbed out. Adrien and Joey were just then getting their second winds, and wasting them on more laughing. Victor’s chest with red from the bitch-slap the water had given him as he landed. He padded over to lounge chair Juni was sitting in. Seeing him coming, Juni quickly moved her book and the radio, and let him climb onto the lounge chair with her. She squealed as he hugged her, the cool water dripping off his cold skin and freezing her own warm, dry one.

“Hehehehe,” Victor chuckled as he shifted so he was under her, Juni in his lap. He squirmed until his head was in the crook of her neck. He ignored Juni’s complaints.

Hunter came out of his basement bedroom then. His hair was everywhere, his eyes drowsy, but a little grin on his face. He walked past the pool without really seeing anyone, and jumped when Jaimie let out a hoot.

“Check it ooooout! Huuunttteerrr goooot laaaaaiiidddd!” Jaimie crooned. Immediately Hunter’s face burned, and his dark eyebrows knitted together.

“Shut up,” He growled. Adrien stared at his brother calmly.

“Did you?” he asked. Hunter scratched at his mass of black hair.

“Uhh…maybe…”

“WHO WAS IT?!” Jaimie screamed. Hunter shrugged.

“Oh…well uhh…”

“Was it some chick? I bet it was some chick. Some ugly, dumb retarded chick-“ Jaimie cackled.

“Oh shut up Jaimie. I’m sure they’re very cute,” Juni said, smiling knowingly at Hunter, who fidgeted nervously.

“Heh…well….you know…” Hunter laughed nervously, fidgeting still.

“OH MY GOD!” Victor suddenly bellowed, causing Juni to yelp and slide forward as he pushed her off. There was a large rip in the leg of his swim trunks.

“How’d that happen?!” Juni cried. Jaimie laughed.

“I bet it was from when he did his ‘dive’,” Jaimie said.

“Cripes, I need to change!” Victor cried, and got up out of the lounge chair. He bounced into the house. Juni looked lonely, sitting on the lounge chair by herself again.

“Don’t worry Juni, lover-boy will come back in a few minutes,” Adrien said teasingly, smiling. Juni turned pink. Relieved that the pressure was off Hunter, Hunter settled onto a lounge chair near the shallow end.

“So where’s Christian? I haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon,” Joey suddenly said, looking thoughtful. Immediately Hunter paled. Juni shrugged.

“Probably napping. He went out with me last night to show me the stadium you guys are playing at next week. It’s huge!” Juni said. Her silver eyes turned on Hunter, giving him a stern look. A look that said ‘you might as well tell everyone,’ which caused the werewolf to pale even more.

“Yeah it can hold like…84,000 or something,” Joey responded.

“It’s crazy! Aren’t you nervous?” Juni asked.

“Nah,” Joey replied, waving her question away. Robby was currently getting very friendly with Tally in the Jacuzzi, considering they could suddenly all hear his moan.

“Hey! Keep it in your trunks!” Jaimie called. Robby flipped them the bird.

“Whatever…” He growled. The others laughed. .

“Hey…do you guys smell that?” Juni suddenly asked. The others took a moment to take a whiff of the air.

“It kinda smells like a wood stove,” Jaimie said. Her blue eyes became reminiscent, “I love that smell…”

“But why would there be a woodstove lit? It’s hot out today,” Adrien asked. Juni was standing now.

“What the heck is that on the roof?” Juni asked, pointing. There was a small black silhouette above them. It was little, the size of a child, and it looked like it had spikes coming out of its body. Juni’s eyes widened.

“OH MY GOD IT’S A-“ Jaimie came to realize what it was before Juni even finished.

“WHERE’S VICTOR?!” Juni cried, her and Jaimie leaping to their feet.

They were knocked right off their feet again when the ground gave a loud rumble, and the side of the house farthest from them exploded. Seconds later, the entire house caved in, collapsing into itself.

“VICTOR!”

“CHRISTIAN!”

0-6-0-6

Ray giggled flirtatiously as lips nibbled on her ear.

“Daaaaammmyy….” She cooed as her husband once again slid his hands into the fabric of her top, causing her to squirm happily in his lap. Damiez had what Genny called separation anxiety, sprinkled with possessiveness. They had been together for awhile, and even when they had first met Damiez had an undying desire to keep Ray in his sights at all times. Ray meant more to him than his own life, and he wasn’t embarrassed to show it.

Genny on the other hand, was sick of this game they kept playing. Ray sat in Damiez’s lap while the demon worked in his office, wrapped up in a blanket in the big leather chair Damiez sat on. Because she was pregnant, Damiez believed he had to watch her almost 24/7 now. She was small enough so that Damiez could work around her, his big muscular arms going around her body. The couple always looked adorable, especially when Ray fell asleep.

Genny cleared her throat. Standing in front of the blonde demon’s desk, she snapped a set of papers down on the desk, and waited for Damiez to look up. When he did, his green eyes were annoyed.

“What?”

“I’m sorry to disturb you, blue balls, but I AM sitting here.”

“So?”

“So, I’d prefer you to keep your hands to yourself while I’m here. I don’t care if you two do this all the time, but don’t do it while I’m just…SITTING HERE.”

“Then leave.”

“Good Christ Dammy!” Only Genny and Ray were allowed to refer to Damiez by this. Anyone else got a dirty look, or beat down. (Although Victor enjoyed using the name frequently, so much so that Damiez had lost interest in chasing the vocalist all over the office.)

“I’m sorry Genny…I didn’t mean to forget you…but you know…Dammy’s so hunky…” Ray murmured, leaning back into the demon. Damiez purred happily. Genny rolled her eyes.

“It’s alright. Look I just wanted-“ her cell phone burst into wild chirping. Surprised, Genny reached into her lab coat and pulled out the buzzing device.

“One second-“ She said, and opened the phone. Damiez immediately lost interest in Genny and returned to sucking on Ray’s neck. Ray’s toes curled inside the blanket, and she giggled again. Genny’s suddenly pale face made the blonde girl sit up a little straighter, and cock her head to one side.

“Is everyone alright?” She asked. Genny was staring straight ahead, her brown eyes horrified.

“Oh my god. WHAT?!”

0-5-0-5

Hunter didn’t think, didn’t stare like the others were. Christian was asleep in the basement. A basement that was currently caving in. He ignored his friend’s screams to call him back as he dodged falling debris.

The explosion had come so suddenly, it astounded them all. Juni and Jaimie had started screaming, ignoring the fact that there was mortals in their presence, and put up a barrier around the pool, causing the debris to bounce away harmlessly. Jaimie had whipped out her cell phone and dialed for Genny, while Juni helped Adrien gather up the children and move them away from the edge of the barrier. Hunter had run out of the bubble, and dove into the mess.

After the blasts had ended, and building began to settle onto the huge pile of rubble it had created, Hunter dove straight into it, searching for a way into the basement. He heard Adrien rush past him, giving a howl to him as he transformed into a wolf and vanished into the mess, Adrien’s search would be leading him to Victor. Hunter also transformed, wiggling into the mess as a dark brown wolf. He struggled inside, unable to recognize anything around him. He didn’t know if he was actually going down, or moving up, into the upper bedrooms.

Suddenly he could see a ripped mattress. He recognized it as his own. He yelped when a jagged piece of metal from the headboard sliced his side. He transformed into his human form, crawling over the mattress, calling Christian’s name.

“Christian! Christian answer me! Christian!” Hunter howled his lover’s name mournfully. From far off he could hear the sound of fire trucks, and the sirens of an ambulance. He could also hear Adrien howling for Victor.

With a groan, Hunter picked up the heavy mattress, his muscles pulsing with adrenaline. He removed it from where he had seen a pale arm. Christian let out a weak groan as Hunter shoved the mattress away.

“Christian!” Hunter cried, brushing pieces of glass off the bleeding vampire. His chest was covered in cuts, his body bruised from the heavy mattress. His leg was trapped under what could have been a chunk of Hunter’s bathroom tub. Hunter quickly removed that, the relieve of pressure off Christian’s thigh causing the vampire to scream in pain.

“Christian, we have to get out of here, okay? I have to pick you up. I don’t know how long until this whole place is crushed! Come on…upsie daisy!” Hunter said as he found the black comforter, and wrapped it around Christian, so when they emerged from the darkness of the debris, Christian would not be burned by the hot sun. Satisfied Christian was completely covered, the werewolf lifted his injured partner and carried him from the mess.

--

Adrien dug and dug until he was in a now smaller, crushed version of the living room. He could hear sobbing, and terrified screams. He recognized them for Victor’s at once, and called out his name as he transformed into a human again.

“Victor!”

“Adrien! Help me! I can’t breathe!” Victor’s choked voice sobbed. Adrien followed Victor’s wheezes to the couch, the bent ceiling forcing him to duck as he moved.

Victor was trapped under the couch, his face red from trying to breathe correctly, only able to suck in little bits of oxygen. His stomach was being crushed by the heavy sectional couch. Adrien quickly rushed forward and threw his entire weight into moving the couch. He lifted it with some difficulty.

“Victor! Move!” Adrien yelled. Victor squirmed out from underneath it, then collapsed near the coffee table.

“Adrien…” He whimpered, sobbing into the burning carpet. Adrien dropped the couch and rushed to Victor’s side. Victor had passed out, after having hyperventilated for such an expanse of time, and quickly Adrien gathered up the little male in his arms. He got to his feet carefully, the sounds of Hunter’s mournful howls reaching his ears above the sound of the settling rubble.

Adrien prayed that the vampire wasn’t dead. Hunter would not be able to sustain his sanity if his newfound lover died.

Adrien yelped when an overhanging piece of wood caught his hat and yanked it off his head. He did not stop to pick it up again; he had to get out. He did stop however, when he heard a voice.

“Don’t take him. Please,” A little girl’s voice said. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. Near the couch, where Victor had been trapped, a little girl watched him. Her eyes were huge, shining blue, her skin the color of ivory. She was dressed like a porcelain doll. Beside her, a little anti-cherub held her hand, it’s spiky body black. It cackled. Adrien stared, his chest heaving.

“Who are you? Did you do this?”

“Maybe,” She said, a tiny smile appearing at her crimson painted lips. She was so pale…

“Why?!” Adrien howled. The ceiling gave a shiver, threatening to cave. Adrien was forced to turn and run, getting out of the living room just as it began to collapse. He looked back just before the couch was crushed. The little girl was gone.

0-4-0-4

Just as Hunter and Adrien appeared, each armed with a limp body in their possessions, an large unmarked car appeared, roaring up the road. It had gotten here before the fire trucks. Juni and Jaimie sobbed as the werewolves ran toward them, Hunter’s tail curled around his legs. Both Adrien’s and Hunter’s ears were out, and sticking flat against their heads as they ran, both injured from trying to get through the mess.

“Is Victor-“ Juni cried, running to Adrien.

“He’s fine. He was under the couch. He’s unconscious though,” Adrien said. Hunter and Christian were immediately ushered into the car by Genny, who had stepped out, looking terrified, but keeping her cool.

“Everyone needs to get into the car now! NOW!” Genny bellowed. The group quickly ran to get into the car without question. Just as Genny began to slam the door, Robby stuck his head back out.

“Wait! Where’s Tally?!”

0-4-0-4

Tally groaned as her head was forced to the carpet.

“You know, that kind of HURTS,” She growled. Her arms were tied behind her back, her legs under her, tied in an similar fashion. She couldn’t move, only bow. The man holding her head down grunted.

“Good. Stop talking Dragon,” He ordered. Tally sighed and shut her mouth. Humans were such bullies sometimes.

“What do you want? I mean…really. You could have just asked-“ Tally growled. She hadn’t witnessed the accident. She had been dragged away just before it.

“I said shut UP Dragon!” The hand holding her head jerked again, this time crushing her face into the carpet. Tally rolled her eyes inwardly.

“Alright! Fine fine…” She grumbled into the carpet. She was stuck in this position for several moments before the hand was removed, and she was allowed to sit up again. When she sat up, she was sitting on her knees in front of a large mahogany desk. Behind the desk was a pale looking gentlemen in a black business suit, his hair blue black, and a black eye patch over one eye. In front of her, only a few inches away, a little porcelain doll sat perched on the edge of the desk, studying her. Well, she assumed at first that it was a doll. Studying her more closely, she realized it was a child. A very beautiful child.

“Now I’ve seen everything,” She said in awe. The man behind the desk looked amused.

“And what is that?”

“A vampire child,” She said softly. The little girl moved slightly. Tally could have sworn that the movement was a flinch.

“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable? Have a seat,” The man said, gesturing at the armchair in front of the child. Tally shrugged.

“I would sir, but you see, I’m currently at a loss of appendages,” She said, gesturing at her arms and legs. The man raised an eyebrow. He made a motion with his hands, and Tally felt the bonds on her legs cut. She struggled to stand, and settled cross legged into the armchair. She smiled good-naturally at the man.

“So, what do I owe this grievance?” She asked pleasantly.

“I suppose I’ll just cut the chase then, Miss Ironwing.”

“Oh. Please, call me Tally!” Tally said. The man smiled.

“Tally. Well Tally, I am in the need of your services,” He said. Tally smiled.

“Well sir, you see, you underestimate what kind of girl I am. I do not give services of that sort-“

“You misunderstand me, Tally. I do not wish for services of THAT sort. I have a more…unpleasant service I request of you.”

“Oh? Well why kind of service is it?”

“I’d like for you to commit the murder of Junith Benevote. At least assist in it, actually,” The man said, leaning back in his chair, waiting for her reaction. Tally chuckled, keeping her anger behind her pleasant expression.

“Well, I’m afraid I’ll have to say that this request will be committed over my dead body.”

“I’m sorry to hear this, Tally. I understand completely. I’m afraid though, that you have no opinion in this matter then. Have I introduced you to little Aimee here?” The gentlemen asked, gesturing at the child.

“She’s quite a beauty,” Tally said through clenched teeth.

“Yes. She is also Mr. Everett’s deceased sibling,” The man said.

“WHAT-“ Tally looked full on at the girl. This was Tally’s biggest mistake. She was struck with full force hypnosis, enough so that she had no ability to struggle. She immediately went under, her blue eyes going dim, her eyelids drooping heavily.

“Now, as I was saying. You will assist me in the murder of Miss Junith Benevote. Is that understood?” Shau asked, his voice still pleasant and fake. Tally said nothing.

“Good then! I’m glad we’ve reached an understanding!” Shau said, standing, clapping his hands together. Tally did not move, did not stir from her wakeful slumber. But she did stand, gather little Aimee into her arms, and follow Shau from his office. Shau laughed in spite of himself.

“I believe, darling Tally, that this will be an interesting brawl!”

Victor…umm…What are you doing?

Victor: I’m making my fans bow down to me!

What makes you think they want to bow to you?!

Victor: beeecaaaauuuseee…silly Indy. I’m sexy

Oh yeah?

Victor: Yes! How can you not see?! My tousled hair! My defined cheekbones! By sculpted torso! I’M A GOD!

Riiiight…and I’m a pirate.

Victor: No no seriously! I’m SEXY! I just don’t know what I should be for Halloween.

That’s kind of a random change of subject…why don’t you ask the readers?

Victor: OKAY! Okay here goes. Umm….HAI GUYS! WHAT SHOULD I BE FOR HALLOWEEN?! LOL!!!11!!

It’s a good thing you’re cute…

Victor: I KNOW RIGHT!? Juni said if I wasn’t, I’d be dead!

Probably.

Victor: Seriously though. What should I be for Halloween? GUYS HELP MEEEE!

If you guys have any suggestions for him, let me know!

Victor: Yeah! And Fanart’s great too! Hehehehe…

Yeah, I don’t think you’re ‘sculpted torso’ needs to be drawn.

Victor: YES IT DOES! DRAW ME GUYS! IN MY COSTUME! YEAH! DO IT! LOL K BYE!!1

I really hate you sometimes.

Victor: (giggles)

End.