a/n this is the sequel to shattered heart read that first then this I hope you like it, it was nagging me to write a sequel and I couldn't put it down

DISCLAIMER: chapter one: rashelandkeller doesn't own the night world

Chapter one

Her slender arms were crossed above her head, and her long, smooth, blackish-purple hair was splayed out around her angular face. Her darkest black eyelashes made two small crescents on her cheeks. Her small red mouth was slightly opened on her flawless ivory face. Violet was half vampire, half witch from circle Twilight, and the last wild power. I turned my head to look at the dingy motels clock, it was seven in the morning, we had to leave soon or risked being found by Hunter or Circle Daybreak. As I was getting off the hard mattress, to go pack and have a shower, Violet grabbed at my hand.

"Please, don't leave me, Luke," She pleaded.

"I'm not leaving, I promise," I whispered, pulling her head onto my lap. Violet snuggled closer to me, and instantly fell back to sleep. As soon as I knew she wouldn't wake up in a while, I gently lifted her head off my lap, and slid out from under her, putting a pillow where her head laid. I checked the wards around the room, they were unbreakable. Quickly, I ran to the tiny bathroom and had a shower using the soap from a previous hotel. I got out and looked in the mirror, my light brown hair was shaggy, I haven't been able to get a haircut in the last two months we have been on the run. My deep green eyes had bags under them from the lack of good sleep. My cream colored face was flushed with color from the shower I just had. I threw on a pair of blue jeans, and a black t-shirt. I put my ring back on, it was black and had an iris and a dahlia engraved into it. I put all our possessions into our bags, and went to wake up violet.

I shook her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, "Wakey, wakey Vi it's time to up, we have to get going."

"No," she mumbled into the pillow.

"Please, honey, get up, you don't want to get caught, do you?" I pleaded.

"No," she mumbled again.

I was starting to get angry now. "VIOLET RAIN DARWIT, GET OUT OF BED!" I yelled.

"Fine, Mr. Cranky pants," she whispered under her breath, finally getting out of the bed.

"Now, was that so hard?" I smiled. Violet glared at me, which caused me to smile wider. She grabbed some soap from her bag and stalked off to the bathroom to have a shower. Ten minutes later, she came out of the bathroom in a black shirt that had a moon with three stars on it, the sign for witches, and some acid washed skinny jeans. She pulled on her black boots, and slipped The wood and silver knife from Hailey and Lane in one. She grabbed her bag and we both walked out of the room.

"Oh crap, I forgot my ring in the bathroom," She said when we reached the door, running back to go get it. Her ring was exactly like mine, I gave it to her as her sixteenth birthday present. I still remember the day.

*flashback*

Violet and I sat on her living room floor, around us were Hailey, Terrence, Lane, Eve, and Zasha. They were all our friends from circle Twilight, except for Zasha who was a vampire I had grown up with. It was Violets sixteenth birthday.

"Evie, throw that present over here, I want to see what you got me, I bet it is MONEY! Just kidding," Violet laughed. Eve chuckled and handed her present to Violet. It was a necklace with a black alexandrite, which was used to store unlimited amounts of witch power in it.

"Awww, thanks Evie I love it! I will but a bit in it everyday for the rest of my life!"

"Welcome," Eve blushed.

Next Lane and Haley gave her their present, since they were sating they got it for her together. Violet opened it and it was a wooden knife that had a silver knife inside it. If you pulled the handle of the knife, a silver one would come out.

Violet smiled and swished it through the air

"Now you will always have protection against everything," Lane said looking at Zasha.

"Thanks guys!" Violet said enthusiastically

"Here is my present, I got it from Grandma Harman's store," Zasha blushed "I hope it isn't too cheesy."

Violet opened the polka dotted wrapped bag and inside a small black box was a little leather pouch. She examined the contents and realized it was a ward charm, if you put the bag in the room only the owner of the bag could choose who got in and out.

"Did grandma Harman make this?" Violet asked

"Yes, she did."

"This is so awesome!"

I gave her my gift next. She opened the box and saw the ring, I pulled mine out of my pocket.

"I got them specially made, they're friendship rings, symbolizing us being friends forever. I got an Iris and a Dahlia put on them because you and I are both half witch, and half Lamia," I whispered to her.

She looked at me and kissed me on them mouth.

"Get a room!" Lane yelled.

"I love you," Violet whispered against my lips.

"I love you too," I smiled.

We pulled apart, and the rest of the group laughed.

That day we didn't realize that everything they gave us would be needed on the run. Violet and I ran down the hallway of the motel, we burst out the door, and we were surrounded by vampires. Oh crap. Violet pulled the knife out of her boot and pulled out the silver knife. Urgently, I whipped out the sword hidden in my back pack. I looked at Violet out of the corner of my eye, we both smiled wickedly and jumped into the mass of buff vampires. We divided the share, I took four, she took four. They all came at me at once, I jabbed my sword into one, and threw him by the arm into another. The third and forth ran at me from either side, I jumped and snap kicked one and slashed with my sword at the other. I knocked out one, but every plus has a minus, darn karma, the second one knocked my sword out of my hand. I was unarmed. No I wasn't. I whispered some words under my breath and a ball of green flames, the color of my eyes, grew in my hands. I threw it at the vampire and blew his head clean off. Oops. I turned to where Violet was wiping the imaginary sweat off her forehead laughing.

"Now, that was tough," she laughed sarcastically.

"Not at all," I agreed. I picked up my sword. Bowing, I opened the passenger side door of our silver 2001 Pontiac. Violet curtseyed gracefully and slid in. I walked calmly to the other side and put in the keys, starting the engine. I pulled out of the lot and sped down the highway.

a/n did you notice that most male writers write in a males perspective and most female writers write in a female perspective? Well I decided to mix it up I hope you like. Now review?