Alright guys, here it is!

This will pick up a few years after Ode, and will be in 3rd person.

Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD or any of it's characters!

The morning air of Mystic Falls was frosty and gray.

The thick clouds ahead teased snow, and there was a chill in the breeze that promised the arrival of Winter.

At the Salvatore Manor, however, no one was giving two thoughts to the weather outside.

The majority of the Supreme Pack was gathered in the living room, and their Alpha was pacing furiously in front of the fireplace.

"Where is she?" he demanded with a voice of forced control.

"Damon," his mate sighed, crossing the room, "You know she didn't mean to-"

The Alpha lifted his hand, silencing her, "She was spotted by humans, Elena. Humans with guns that will have no problem trying to tread our land for information. So I'll ask again," he turned to face the young man leaning against the far wall, "Where is she?"

Daniel Salvatore didn't blink under his father's stern gaze.

In passing years, he'd grown accustomed to that very looked aimed at him, despite the fact that his sister was the one causing problems.

"I don't know," he answered honestly, keeping his chin up and meeting his father's stare head on.

"She didn't say anything to you about where she was going?"

Daniel shook his head and his father cursed.

"She doesn't have her car," Elena reminded him, "She couldn't of gone far."

Damon sighed, shaking his head, "She had better still be on this property."

The Alpha's anger seemed to suck the air from the room, and Daniel knew he should probably locate his sister before things had the chance to escalate.

"I'll see what I can do," he told his parents, and closed his eyes.

He shared a supernatural bond with his absent twin and there was a slim chance that drawing on it could give him further information.

It only took a second for his heartbeat to increase and his breath to start panting rapidly.

The response was a familiar one.

"She's running," he said, his eyes flying open, "As a human. Probably on the trails through the woods."

Relief crossed his father's face, then it was gone.

"Go get her," the male commanded, and Daniel nodded.

With the mood their dad was in, it was probably best that he cross Skylar first and give her fair warning.

This morning, their Aunt Caroline had brought in the mail, in which was the newspaper with a disturbing headline.

A feral wolf sighting in Mystic Falls.

There was even an accompanying picture, from a low quality camera phone, of an animal with dark fur disappearing into the trees.

Caution was good for the town.

Had this been any random wolf, the extra precautions on the human's behalf would probably keep them all safer.

However, for a full Pack of werewolves and witches trying to fly under the radar, it could cause problems.

Skylar knew better than to Change near town, so he wasn't really that surprised that their father was ready to tear into her hide for breaking the rules, but still, it seemed unfair not to at least give her a heads up.

Ignoring the eyes of the others, Daniel crossed the room and headed to the foyer that would take him out the front door.

The chill outside hardly bothered him, and he made his way around the house, towards the edge of the woods that surrounded it, hoping his twin wasn't so far out that she wouldn't hear him or that she hadn't, god forbid, left the property without so much as mentioning it to anyone.

"Skylar!" He yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice.

When he got nothing, he placed two fingers beneath his tongue and whistled.

The sound bounced off the trees and, thankfully, there was a whistle back in response.

Skylar was, as he'd predicted, just out running.

She did that some mornings, though he never fully understood why, even with their connection.

Crawling out of bed at dawn just to go exhaust yourself willingly didn't really scream fun to him, but then he'd always known that he and Skylar held a different definition for that word.

He whistled again, sharper this time, and the answering call was much closer.

"Come on," he urged, yelling out to the trees, and a minute later, he heard the crunch of sneakers against dead, dry leaves.

"I'm right here. God, you're so pushy," a female voice spat out and his sister appeared on the trail head, sprinting up until she was in front of him.

"I can only run so fast you know," she panted, placing her hands on her hips, trying to catch her breath.

Her dark brown hair was pulled into a high ponytail and sweat drenched every bit of her body that wasn't covered by her workout clothes, despite the coolness of the air.

"You didn't tell anyone you were leaving the house," Daniel accused, and her brow lifted, "I wasn't aware I needed a chaperone to step into the yard."

"You don't," he said, "But when Dad decides to call a Pack meeting for something you did, it's probably a good idea to show up."

"Shit," Skylar exhaled, lifting a hand to wipe a drip of sweat from her forehead, "What is it that he thinks I did this time?"

"Picture in the paper," Daniel told her, "A wolf was spotted near town. Dark fur. And it wasn't me."

She bit the side of her cheek, a habit when she was feeling nervous, and Daniel sighed, "You know we aren't supposed to Change unless we're on Pack land. Dad's pissed."

His twin sighed, her multicolored eyes, similar to his own, closing, "Perfect."

"At least tell me you have a good excuse," he prodded, hoping she wasn't going to be in too deep of trouble.

The ghost of a smirk crossed her lips as she met his stare, "Do you think trying to win a bet is going to count as a good excuse to Dad?"

Daniel shook his head, "You might as well say goodbye to the outdoors now, because I have a feeling you're about to be spending a lot of time in your room."

"So helpful," she shot, slapping his arm as she started toward the house, "But I might as well go pay the piper. Wish me luck."

But he didn't, because she was going to need a hell of a lot more than any good karma he could offer.

Instead, he followed her up to the house, knowing that if there was going to be a fallout, she should probably have at least one person in her corner.

Skylar would have known her father was angry, even if her brother hadn't pre warned her.

He was wearing a hole in the living room floor with his pacing, sign one of his pissed off-ness, and he his jaw looked as if he were working it over with constant clenches and rolls. Sign two.

She did a quick scope and was relieved to see that the entire Pack wasn't waiting on her.

Just her parents, her Uncle Stefan, Michael, and his father.

She exhaled deeply before stepping into the room.

"Dad."

Her father's head shot up and there was a quiet fury in his expression, "Skylar."

She bit her lip, waiting for the explosion, but it was her mother that spoke first.

"Do you want to explain this?"

The older woman handed her the newspaper Daniel had been referring to, and sure enough, she'd warranted a picture and half article, warning the town folk to stay safe and take extra precautions when out and about.

"I'm sorry," she said immediately, only offering her mom a glance before her eyes turned back to the Alpha, "I didn't realize anyone had seen me."

"That's not the point," her father broke his silence, moving so that he was towering over her, "You know better than to Change in public. What the hell were you thinking?"

She did know better. She also knew better than to lie to the male.

"I wasn't," she admitted quietly, "I only Changed because I wanted to beat Michael across town for this stupid bet."

Damon's eyes flickered to the male across the room, but didn't interrupt her.

"It wasn't for very long," she insisted, "And I didn't think it would hurt anything."

"But it did," the Alpha said, "You were caught on camera and now the entire Pack is going to have to watch its back until this hype dies down."

He looked back at Michael, "Did you turn as well?"

"No," Skylar answered quickly, before Michael could, "He didn't."

When she had her father's attention again, she dropped her gaze and bowed her head a little.

An offer of submission, "I'm sorry, Dad. It won't happen again."

And she was sorry.

Not about the bet, but about making the Pack suffer.

They were all her family and their burdens were her own.

She felt bad that her actions had jeopardized them, and she hoped her dad could see she was genuine.

When he sighed, she lifted her eyes from the ground.

His gaze was slightly softer as he said, "I think you need to give each and every person in this house an apology. Then you need to go do homework or something while your mother and I discuss repercussions."

Skylar nodded, apologized again, then started around the room to do as he said.

As far as punishments, it could have been a hell of a lot worse.

When she was finished, she dismissed herself and headed for the door, where her brother was waiting.

He offered her a sympathetic half smile as she passed.

An hour passed before the hype had moved on and Daniel went upstairs to look for his sister.

He found her in her room, sprawled out on her bed while working on an English essay.

He rapped a few times on the door jam before entering.

Skylar's eyes shot over, but when she saw it was only him, she relaxed and looked back at her spiral, "Hey."

"Hey," he started, closing the door some behind him, "You okay?"

She sighed and sat up, crossing her legs, "Well, I'm grounded, and I've officially filled up my quota of apologies for the month, so…"

He sat on the edge of her bed, "I'm sorry, Sky. If I'd known what Dad was talking about, I would have told him it was me. But he asked if I'd Changed near town before showing me article and-"

"No," she interrupted, "No, it's better this way. I'm the one who messed up. You don't have to take the blame for everything."

He pursed his lips, "Maybe not. But you know what being grounded means."

She nodded, with a flicker of annoyance, "Yep. No free runs."

For the most part, their parents allowed them to Change at will on the property, whenever they wanted, especially since Michael had gone through his transition a few months ago and it helped them all burn off some steam.

However, when they got into trouble, those freedoms were revoked and they were only allowed to Change while accompanied by an adult.

It was limiting, sure, but Daniel could handle the restrictions much better than his sister.

Skylar loved to run.

"I was an idiot," she added, "I'll just do the time. It'll only be for two weeks."

"You're gonna go crazy," Daniel teased, falling back on her bed.

She shoved him off her notebooks, "You're laying on my homework."

"Like you were really doing work," he shot, reaching under him for the journal.

His sister's essay was lined out in her scrawling handwriting.

"If you could have any superpower, what would it be?" he read aloud, "Seriously? And you put...shapeshifting. Wow. Original."

Skylar smirked, "At least I'm doing it. You haven't even started this week's assignment, have you?"

"We have three more days," he argued, "I'll get it done."

She threw the notebook onto the floor next to her backpack and stretched out on the bed beside him, "I guess you've been too busy with baseball to worry much about school, huh?"

Daniel scoffed, "Yeah right. I haven't been to practice all week."

"Why not?" she asked, confused.

He'd been looking forward to the start of the season for months.

Daniel shrugged, "Things came up?"

Skylar narrowed her eyes at him, "What kind of things?"

Knowing she could sense if he was lying, Daniel opted for the truth, "Dad doesn't really think it's a good idea."

His sister stiffened, "And what does that have to do with anything? They already told you that you could play, right?"

"Well, yeah, but it's-"

"But nothing," she sat up, "Did he make you quit?! You know, that figures! Can't you-"

"Sky," Daniel cut her off, "He didn't make me quit."

When she shot him a look he sat up too, "He didn't. I chose to."

"Why?" she pressed.

Daniel shrugged, "It just made sense. There's too much to be done with the Pack, and it's selfish to-"

"I'm going to stop you right there," she said, lifting a hand, "Because those are not your words."

"Skylar," he scolded, "This is my choice. Practice takes up a lot of time, and I have training that I-"

"Save it," she interrupted, already moving as she headed for the door with anger growing in her expression.

Great.

With a groan, he followed her.

"What do you mean you don't deliver on Sunday?" Elena's voice was a sharp threat, and Damon looked up from the sink where he'd been shaving to watch her in the mirror.

"That's not going to work for me," his mate paced, with a hand on her hip, and he could feel that her temper was about to get the best of her.

After all, she'd been soaking up his agitation all morning, and was bound to let out her own frustrations on someone.

He pitied the bakery worker that she was on the phone with.

"No," Elena snapped, "I spoke to him last week. He said it was possible. Yes, two cakes. I need- Excuse me? No, that's triple what I was told to-"

She groaned loudly, "You know what, put him on the phone. I'll tell him exactly where he can shove that wooden spoo-"

"Hey now," Damon turned, and pulled the phone from her hand, and hung the thing up on the apologizing employee.

"What did you do that for?" Elena demanded, her brow arching dangerously at him now.

With a smirk he knew would calm her down, he tried to defuse her irritation, and pulled her into his arms, "It's just the cakes, kitten, no need to commit homicide."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, but it's their eighteenth birthday, Damon. And I want things to go well, but the universe is conspiring against me! First with the shipment delay on Daniel's present, and now the damn bakery won't deliver on the day of the party, and the town might be on the verge of wolf hunt if we aren't careful and-"

Damon kissed her, effectively ending the rant.

When he pulled away, she was breathing heavily for a different reason, and he grinned, "Better?"

Her eyes narrowed, "I hate it when you do that."

"No you don't."

A small smile broke through her annoyance, "Okay, maybe I don't."

Damon brushed back her hair, twirling the end of one strand around his finger

"Just call a different bakery," he suggested, "We still have a few weeks until the party. Plenty of time to work something out. And as for the wolf hunt, you don't need to worry. I think Skylar knows the gravity of the situation. She won't Change near town again."

She sighed, and he lifted her chin, "Or, you can tell me why this birthday thing is really upsetting you so much?"

"I'm not upset," she tried to assure him, but he knew better than that.

"Yes, you are. And more so than with any other party you plan. I get that this one is important, but why are you stressing out so hard?"

She groaned, leaning her head into his neck, "Maybe I'm projecting a little. My own eighteenth birthday included a candle in a cupcake and reruns of the bachelor. Jenna tried to make it special, but we didn't have much back then, and I was missing my parents, and I just want the twins to have a good day, and a cake, and presents that arrive on time, and I don't think that it's too much to ask."

Damon fought back a smirk at her exuberant tone.

"Okay," he reasoned, "So how about this. You call the dealership about Skylar's present, make sure everything is still in line for it to be picked up. Have Caroline call a couple bakeries and see if any can do what you want by the date you need it. Then the two of you can work out the details, figure out what else needs to be done, and delegate from there."

A kiss was placed on his collarbone, "How come when you say it all out like that, it seems so simple?"

He laughed, "Because it is. You're just too involved to look at it objectively."

She opened her mouth to fire a retort, as the bedroom door flew open, and arguing voices filed in.

"You're being ridiculous, Sky. There's no need to-" Daniel's voice was cut off.

"There damn well is to! Dad!" his sister shot, as Damon and Elena walked out of their bathroom and into the room.

"What's going on?" Damon demanded, looking at the teenagers, and two heads of dark hair swung toward them.

Skylar's face was red, a bad sign, as she took after her mother when it came to her temper, even though Elena swore the hotheadedness was his fault.

Yeah, well, tell that to the Mystic Falls Home Fresh Bakery employer.

"Daniel's quitting the baseball team?" his daughter fired, her multicolored eyes glaring at him, "You realize they just started the season right?"

"Skylar," Daniel pleaded, "Drop it. It isn't that big a deal."

"Wait," Elena cut in, looking at her son, "You're quitting the team?"

He shrugged, and as she turned to Damon for an explanation, he stepped forward, "I made the suggestion."

"Because Danny needs more "training time"," Skylar mocked, making quotation marks with her fingers around the words, still focused on her father, "Doesn't he enough of that already?"

Damon sighed, "This is between me and your brother, Skylar. Not you."

"Except Daniel's never going to admit to you that he'd rather play ball than sit through more hand-to hand lessons!"

"It was my choice," Daniel interrupted, "I told you to stay out of this, Sky!"

"The hell I will!"

"Stop," Elena's voice was sharp, and the argument halted instantly.

She looked at the twins, "Okay, first of all, Skylar watch your language, second, are you sure you want to quit, Daniel? You were really looking forward to this."

Daniel looked up at Damon hesitantly, then nodded, "I'm sure. The Pack needs me more than a high school team does."

Elena's eyes flickered to her mate's as well, and she sighed, "Okay. You want to help the Pack? Why don't you go find Stefan or Michael and do a patrol run, yeah? Your father and I need to talk."

"I actually have homework," Daniel said.

"Then go do that," Elena told him, and Skylar scoffed, "Assuming the Alpha allows him to."

Daniel clamped a hand on her arm, and was dragging his sister back toward the door, before Elena could chide her.

She shook her head as the room fell silent, then turned to Damon.

"Please tell me you didn't make him quit baseball."

Damon rolled his eyes, "I didn't make the boy do anything. I told him it would be smarter to use his time after school to train rather than throw a ball around, but it was his choice."

She sighed, "We talked about this when he wanted to play football-"

"That was different and you know it," Damon said, "He gave it a try, but the Change is too easily triggered for him when pain in involved. Last thing we need is him wolfing out on the field, and it's all the more reason he needs these sessions."

"But he's still young, Damon," she insisted, "Compromise with him on the baseball. There's no risk of the Change, and he only quit to please you."

Damon sighed, "Fine, I'll talk to him, but you need to talk to your daughter. Daniel's business with the Pack isn't hers."

She pecked his cheek, "I like that she's only your daughter when she's behaving."

He winked, and Elena shook her head.

Skylar didn't stop walking until she was out of the house and halfway down the driveway, a nipping wind blowing back her dark brown hair.

"Where are you going?" her brother demanded, running closely behind.

"Anywhere else," she spat, "Stop following me."

"Why are you pissed at me?" he demanded, and she whirled around.

"Oh, let me think, maybe because you're so willing to give up something that you love doing, just because Dad wants you to. Are you gonna be his little bitch for the rest of your life, or at some point are you going to learn to stand up for yourself?"

Daniel's eyes rolled, "It's baseball, Sky. Not life or death, and Dad's right. I need to train. There are still some rogues out there hiding, and it's-"

"Bullshit," she finished, "That's what it is. It's all bull. You can lie to our parents all you want about what's right or wrong, but you can't lie to me."

She placed a hand onto her chest, "I feel it, Danny. And I know you. So please, don't quit the team for this lame ass attempt at making Dad proud."

"This isn't about Dad," he insisted, "It's about duty. And my place in the Pack. I know what I'm doing."

"No you don't," she sighed, "God, how are you the older one, when I'm so much smarter than you?"

He smirked a little, looking down at her, "Well something had to compensate for your size."

Now she was rolling her eyes, "Don't make me punch you in the face."

He grinned, "Can you even reach that high?"

"Screw you."

He only rose a brow, and after a moment, she chuckled, "Whatever, you ass."

He nudged her arm, "Come on, let's go back up to the house. I know you haven't even started your Algebra assignment, and my English isn't going to do itself."

"No, you're going to make me do your English," she muttered.

"And I'll do your equations," he reminded her, "Fair's fair."

"Fine."

With one last push at his shoulder, she took off toward the house, knowing he would follow.

"Your sister's still in a mood," Michael announced, walking through the backdoor to join Daniel on the patio, later that evening, "I'm guessing Damon grounded her?"

He dropped onto the stone platform next to him.

Daniel watched as the male brushed one hand through his just-passed-the-shoulder length blonde hair and reached into his pocket with the other.

He pulled out a pack of smokes and a light.

"Yeah he did, but she's always in a mood," Daniel reasoned, "And I thought you were done with those?"

Michael shot over a look, exhaling, then offered him the cig, "You gonna ride my ass about it, or are you gonna take a hit before Elena comes out here and catches us?"

"I'm good," Daniel insisted, waving him off.

Michael shrugged, placing the thing back between his lips, "Suit yourself."

They sat in silence for a moment, staring out over the back yard as the puffs of smoke from the cigarette thinned out and drifted off.

"Caroline's going to kill you, you know that right?" Daniel said after a moment.

Michael smirked, "Nah she won't. Benefit of having a human mother. If I'm careful, she doesn't smell the smoke."

"And your dad?" Daniel raised a brow, sitting back on his arms, "What does he think about your bad habits?"

"That I could have picked a worse one," Michael shook his head, "He hasn't really said anything about it. Probably thinks I'm using them to balance the stress of the Change."

"Are you?"

"Hell no," Michael shot, "Watching you and Sky all these years, I was dying for it to hit. I mean, it hurts like a bitch, and Mom's freaking out of course, but finally getting to turn...Man."

"Yeah, I guess," Daniel muttered, as a lone bird flew across the open sky above them, "Dad wants me to quit ball."

A stretch of silence.

"Are you going to?"

"Probably. I told him I would."

Michael shook his head, "I don't get you, man. If it were my dad-"

"Your dad isn't Alpha," he pointed out, "It's different."

"Maybe," Michael allowed, "But that doesn't mean you have to roll over every time he commands it."

"That's exactly what it means," Daniel insisted, "Besides, the Pack needs me here."

"For what? All the extensive training we've been doing? Please. Ex-Mutts are scared stiff since your dad started his whole crusade thing. Exposure hasn't been an issue, and runs are easy enough to manage."

Daniel shook his head, "I can't explain it. But it doesn't matter. Dad wants me here."

"And you'd rather be his bitch than stand up to him," Michael shot.

Daniel smirked, "You sound like Skylar."

"Smart girl."

He rolled his eyes, "I guess she gave you the juicy details then."

Michael shrugged, "I may have caught a few of them from her tirade through the house earlier. Like I said, she was in a mood."

He rubbed his chest absentmindedly, "Yeah. Don't I know it."

Michael gave him a sympathetic look, but the back door slid open before he could comment, and Sklyar stepped out.

"Speaking of the little devil," he grinned.

Skylar flashed her teeth, bringing her palm up so that a mirage of flames appeared at her fingertips, "Start that again, and I'll show you what hell feels like."

"Sky-" Daniel chided, as Michael chuckled, "Enough."

She rolled her eyes, dousing the flames as she closed her fist, and crossed the distance between them in three short steps.

Without hesitation, she took the cigarette from Michael's hand and brought it to her mouth, taking a long drag.

"Sure, you can have some. No problem," Michael said sarcastically.

"Oh, shut up," she told him, "And don't act like you don't have ten more in your back pocket."

When he didn't answer, she took another hit, exhaling slowly, "Yeah, that's what I thought. Besides, I need this more than you do. Unless you're trying to get cancer."

"Here's to werewolf genes," Michael raised his hand, "And the fast healing that comes with it."

Skylar passed the smoke back to him, then mosied down between him and her brother.

"You finish the homework?" Daniel asked.

She nodded, "Yeah. You'll get a B, easily. I misspelled some words so it wasn't obvious that you cheated."

He smirked, "Don't worry, I dumbed down your assignment, too."

She sent him a dirty look, but didn't fire a retort.

Instead she sighed, deeply.

"You still quitting the team?"

"I don't know," Daniel said, and right now, that was the best answer he had.

He loved high school.

He loved the sports, the team, the feeling of being normal for once in his life.

But his Dad had made some valid points, and his Pack needed him too, especially if he was going to take over one day.

Yeah, normal wasn't exactly in the cards for him.

"I think you should stay on it," his twin said quietly, "You enjoy it, and I've seen you at practice. You're good."

"Not to mention that it would give you more time to spend with that hot little piece of tail you've been into all year," Michael added, "What's her name again?"

"Jessica," Skylar answered for him, "And he's actually dating her now."

Daniel glared at her, "Wanna say that a little louder?"

"Oh they're preoccupied," Skylar waved off nonchalantly.

Michael put out the bud of his cigarette on the ground, then leaned forward, "Wait, the Pack doesn't know that you're seeing this girl?"

"Not exactly," he answered, "It's just...not a good time to tell anyone."

"He's afraid Dad will make him dump her," Skylar translated, and Michael lifted a brow, "So you're just going to keep it a secret forever? That's healthy."

"Not forever, asshole," Daniel narrowed his eyes, "Just until...until I don't need to anymore."

Skylar sent him an expression of pity, which he shrugged off, "Look, it doesn't matter. But no one else needs to know, so keep your mouth shut, okay?"

Michael nodded, "My lips are sealed, man, but be careful. Alright? Damon won't take too kindly to being lied to."

"Let me worry about my father," Daniel commanded, sounding every bit like the son of the male in question.

He pulled himself up as the last of the sunlight was leaving the sky.

"Turning in?" Michael guessed, and he nodded, "Yeah. School in the morning. You should probably go up soon too, Sky. And be sure to brush your teeth, unless you want a lecture over that cigarette."

"Yeah, yeah," she waved him off, "I'll be up in a minute."

Daniel looked between her and Michael, who had also made no indication of moving and rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Sure."

Skylar watched as her brother disappeared, then turned to Michael, who was already staring at her.

"Did you say anything to him?"

He arched a brow, "About?"

When her eyes narrowed, he chuckled.

"Of course not," he assured her, "Why? You think he knows?"

She shrugged, "He's not an idiot...but he hasn't mentioned anything about it to me."

"Me either," he said, "Though we should probably tell him soon. Not that the past few weeks haven't been fun, but…"

Skylar rolled her eyes, "Yeah, but you know what he's like. And it's not exactly like this is anything serious."

"Ouch," Michael grinned, but she just gave him an unapologetic shrug.

"Well, then we'll have to think of something else," he said instead, moving closer to her, "Because since this "nothing serious" thing started, you haven't been able to keep your hands off of me."

"Shut up," she commanded, then pushed his legs apart so she could crawl between them, "I wasn't hearing any complaints from you."

"You still aren't," he promised, leaning back as she placed a kiss on his throat.

"Good."

She found his lips and climbed up to her knees so that they were level.

Michael pulled her forward so that she straddled him, and as his tongue slipped past her teeth, she dove her fingers into his long hair.

It always amazed her at how soft the stuff was.

And how golden.

She'd wanted to run her hands through it for years, but had lacked the motivation or the courage to make the first move on the son of her father's Enforcer.

At least until the Change had finally hit him, and a whole lot of wolf instincts flared up, making Michael more than just the "boy-next-door" with an angel face.

Suddenly he was a male, a hot blooded, attention demanding male.

Attention she was more than willing to give him, so long as he knew just how lucky he was to have it.

"We should move," she breathed, as he kissed her jaw.

"Mhmm."

"I'm serious," she pressed, closing her eyes, "If any of the adults come looking for us-"

She hissed as she felt his teeth graze her skin, and she pulled away, hitting his chest, "Watch it, you bastard. You bite me and my father will rip you to shreds."

He grinned at her, his blue eyes dark, "Might be worth it."

With a shake of her head, she smirked, "Fine, let me rephrase that. If you bite me, I'll rip you to shreds. And I'll make sure it's bloody."

"I love it when you talk dirty," he teased, moving to kiss her again.

She placed a finger on his lips, stopping him, "I'm being serious, Michael. We're just having fun. I'm not looking to be claimed."

"Got it," he assured her and when she seemed unconvinced, he added, "Come on, Sky. I wouldn't do that to you and you know it."

She eyed him suspiciously, then dropped her finger, "Good."

Placing a final kiss to his lips, she stood up, untangling herself from him, and straightened her clothes.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To bed," she said with faked innocence, "I have school tomorrow, remember?"

He huffed, "And I'm suddenly reminded of why I'm glad I'm now home-schooled."

"Yeah, lucky you," she shot, turning and making a show of her hips as she did so.

Michael groaned, "You have no idea what you do to me, Skylar Rose."

She grinned at him from over her shoulder as she opened the back door, "Oh trust me...I know exactly what I'm doing."

Then with a wink, she was gone.

So there's the first chapter :)

Can't wait to hear what you guys think!