Two Sides of the Same Coin

Chapter 1: Back-fired Plan.

Author's Note: I love Night World and I've wanted to make a Fanfiction about this book for a while now. So here it is. I hope it is to everyone's liking.

Summary: Melody, a Night Worlder born into a human mafia family that hates the Night World with a fierce passion, especially the Redfern family, gets a mission from her father. But what happens when that mission goes way out of proportion and she meets her soulmate that she wants nothing more than to kill and forget, but can't? But what if that soulmate doesn't want her to forget him? How will her family react? How will the Night World? But the better question, how will she?

Disclaimer: It sucks, but it's true, I don't own the Night World series.:( But I do own my OOC's in this story and this plot, so it's all good!:D


Future POV

I have never really cared about how I would die. I figured it would be alongside my comrades while fighting under my father's orders, or by the hands of John Quinn as I tried my best to get my revenge. All of which I felt were honorable deaths. But not like this...not for love. I guess I could say that this was a nice way to go too.

I choked on my blood, coughing as I tried to get air in my lungs.

Breathe. Just breathe Melody. A loud sound of air left my lips, as warm liquid ran down my palm from where I put pressure on my side.

A sat there, on my knees and hands, both raw from how badly I had been thrown around, shaking and completely drained, just inches from falling down the cliff that stood behind me. This was it, I bowed my head, blood ran down from the side of my head. This was the end of me. And I was okay with it. Because I was giving myself up for the people I care about. For the one man I love. I wasn't afraid to die for the world. Just as long as he lived, I was okay to give up my life.

I closed my eyes and waited for the gigantic being to come charging at me.

His loud roars resounded throughout the area.

My hands clutched something metal. A single rectangular remote with only one red button on its top.

My eyes burned an electric blue as I glared up at the black scaled being with fierce red ruby eyes.

"I will have your horn!" I shouted as he came charging at me. I pressed the button. A loud beep was all I heard before everything turned white, and I began to fall...fall...fall all the way down to my oblivion.


Present POV

"Melody, Melody! Are you listening to me?"

Melody turned from the window to her friend; Ginger Miller was her name. A she-devil when it came to close combat fighting. She was a tall beauty, with long waist length blonde hair and gorgeous piercing blue eyes. Like Melody, she wore a suit, with no shirt in the bottom, only hers was white. Melody on the other hand wore black, loving the snug good feel of her costume made suit. Melody had warned her about wearing white on a job, stating that the white was only going to be stained by blood once they were done. But Ginger always waved it off, saying, "that was the whole point." The blood in her suit created art; whatever that meant. Melody just called her what she was, a "Psycho," earning her the finger. Melody would smirk after that, enjoying their little jokes they occasionally had.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm listening to you." Melody moved away some dark brown hair from her face, eyeing her friend with those unnaturally blue eyes of hers. If Ginger's eyes were gorgeous, then Melody's eyes just popped. They were like the rarest sapphire blue eyes any one had ever seen. They were so otherworldly; they almost glowed. They were like Jewels in the night sky: beautiful and dangerous.

"Oh yeah, what did I say?" Ginger puffed out her cheeks childishly; her pretty face reddening from her cheekbones.

Melody sighed, giving her an exasperated look, but smiled nonetheless. "You said you met this guy that you possibly think you're falling in love with and he invited you to a club downtown this Sunday, and you're telling me to go because you're too scared to go alone. Did I miss anything?" Melody smiled to her professionally, like an actor should, showing her, her pearly whites.

The car stopped.

"We're here," said the driver, one of her men, a coca colored boy, with hazel colored eyes.

Melody nodded towards him aware, the humor now gone, and stepped out of the car, glancing away from her friend, whom she knew was now glaring at her.

"Ha-haha-ha! Very funny my Me-lo-dy," Ginger mocked. With her two fingers she used them like legs and walked up Melody's nose, causing her to wrinkle up her nose.

Melody made a face, and swatted her hand away, making her way to the trunk of the car, where her brother Peter already stood reloading his guns and placing them in their holsters, where they belonged. They weren't technically related by blood, but Melody was brought into the Petrelli family since she was just a new-born, so they have both always seen themselves as blood related siblings. He wore black on black, with white overalls, and his sleeves pulled up to the middle of his arms (his muscles protruding from his arms) and nothing more, not caring that his holster was showing. He had been seated in the black Mercedes-Benz along with the two girls, listening to Ginger babble on and on about her new boyfriend, and really he was tired of it.

He nodded to Melody as she stood by him and also did the same. Placing her black leathered gloves on first, Melody clocked back her guns and placed them in her holster, inside her suit, exposing her white and black tuxedo bra. She looked like she were about to murder someone. The vein on her side forehead practically popped as Ginger clinged to her as Melody listened to her constant whining.

"But I'm serious! You seriously need to come! Please say you will! Please! Please! Please!"

"Alright! Anything so you could shut up now!"

Peter and she looked relieved as nothing but quiet tranquility was heard. But that didn't last long as Ginger's eagerness took over. She jumped on Melody, who was a whole head shorter than her, and that was only when her heels were on.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She squeezed until the breath was sucked out of Melody, kissing the top of her head over and over again. Her exhilaration always baffled Melody. She couldn't breath.

Melody slapped her brother's arm, until she gained his attention.

He lifted a bored dark brow at her, questioningly, lighting his cig.

"What," he said nonchalantly.

"...Get...her...off...of...me...before...I...kill...her," Melody attempted to say, with as much air as she could get; her face turning a darker shade, almost purple.

Peter sighed out, exhaling the smoke in his lungs, and casually said, "Alright, alright. You're killing my arm," he said to his sister. Melody held on tighter, bringing him closer.

"She's-killing-me!"

Peter gave her a stressed look, before shaking his head. "Alright, alright, that's enough. Get off my sister, before you kill her you damned hermaphrodite," her brother said rudely, making his way to the blonde girl, who was still joyously crushing the smaller girl from under her. He picked her up, plucking her off of Melody, and set her down on the other side beside him.

Melody gasped as she sucked in precious air.

"Oh-sweet-mother-of-God!" she said after while of non-stop coughing. She held onto her neck and glared at Ginger who looked worried for her.

"Don't...you...ever...do...that...for...as...long...as...you...live...or...so...help...me...I...will...strangle...you...to...death...with...my...teeth!" Melody sucked in a breath each time she said a word to her friend. They could see her canines and premolars which were abnormally jagged compared to other humans as she talked. They stuck out sometimes, but people never really paid them much attention, assuming that's just how her teeth looked. They really weren't that obvious if people didn't really look.

Her brother dropped the cig to the ground, crushing it with his foot, and instead chose to chew on a toothpick as he grinned at his sister, devilishly.

She gave him a piercing glare.

"What?" she snapped, rubbing at her throat.

"Nothin'." he lifted his hands surrendering, but still held onto that cocky grin of his, chewing away.

"Yeah, it better be nothing." Melody nodded her head at him.

Ginger slowly walked up to her and placed a hesitant hand on her shoulder.

"Sorry about that Mel's."

Melody looked up to her. "It's fine. You didn't mean it in a bad way. Now c'mon, we've got a job to do!"

"Right!" her team shouted back to her. They were all thugs and only four of them, which she liked. She didn't like big groups, preferring really to stick with a small group then a big cluster. They made their way to the gigantic garage, as she snapped her fingers for them to stop before it. All four of them stopped behind her.

"Mikey." The bald man with sunglasses walked up to her. "I want you on the roof. Cloak yourself where even I can't see you, got that?" She grabbed him by his collar as he said, "Right Boss!"

"And wait for my signal!"

He made to leave.

"Oh, and Mikey!" He turned back to her.

"Yeah Boss?"

"Make sure you're packed with wooden bullets as well. We wouldn't want our little friends to gain one on us, now would we?"

"No Boss, we wouldn't!"

He scurried off.

"The rest of you, you're with me," Melody ordered. It's time to end this shit, she thought, walking, glaring at the cool silver sliding door before her. She wasn't amused as she walked up to it, placing her sunglasses on so the sun wouldn't irritate her eyes as much. She really couldn't fathom why on earth her father would want to make business with these guys again when the last time hadn't gone so well. But she wasn't really one to question her father—that often. She just did the job and that was it, only giving her opinion when she needed to.

She glanced at her reflection in a broken mirror on the floor. Yup, she looked good. She turned away and in front of her. She looked badass. Shit, she felt badass.

Her brother and another one of her goons, the driver from before, got in front of her to open the sliding doors of the warehouse where they'd meet their so called "acquaintances." She walked in, along with her three other partners. She was the first to come in, walking a little bit ahead of them all, her black and white heels clicking as she walked. She walked like she was on the runway, strong, tall, and lusciously graceful; like a cat. No, she thought, more like a tiger. She smirked to herself, enjoying that thought for a split second, before it was gone again and erased from her features.

"So these Redfern's," Melody heard her brother say. "How bad exactly are they?"

Melody looked at him. That was right; Peter had never met these guys before. This was the first time he was meeting a Redfern. Their father had kept him away from really crazy jobs for a while, meaning the supernatural, seeing as he had just started the family business only three years ago and also because her father was really worried. So when their father finally decided that Peter was ready, and after a while of testing him out to see how good he was, their father finally decided to let him come on a job with Melody. Although, don't get him wrong, Peter was a crazy guy. He knew how to take care of himself, even against a supernatural creature. Melody would like to laugh and say straight up that he was a thug himself, always getting what he wants. He was an amazing guy, never scared of anything—very admirable—even she admired his courage. However, she wasn't stupid; she knew on the down low, that Peter had been fighting vamps and werewolves. She knew, but she just never said anything.

"Really bad, enough to almost get killed by them," she said.

He grinned down to her. "Is that so?"

"Yeah."

The smile completely faded off his face, his feature, unreadable. He looked lost, as if he were remembering something in the near distant past. "So, I'm guessing the reason your saying it like that is because one of these guys was the one that almost killed you once upon a time in the distant past?"

Melody didn't say anything, but she didn't have to, the twitch on her lip said it all.

"How many are there?" she heard her brother ask her changing the subject all of a sudden, standing right beside her and viewing the other door right in front of them. He was doing it for her, for comforting reasons. She was thankful for that.

Melody sniffed the air, closing her eyes, focusing on that rather than John Quinn, and letting the sensation, the perfume like scent clinging to their enemies bodies, fill her up, as she slowly followed their trails with her mind.

She opened her eyes again.

"There are only four of them, like us, coming this way," she told him.

Peter understood, he nodded to her, and then to the two behind them, telling them to be ready for anything with just that move.

The door, in front of them, slid open and in walked in a dark-haired diva. She strolled in, swaying her hips. She looked like a queen: strong, tall, and filled with confidence and power. In the rear of her walked in two dark-haired Indian looking males that could quite possibly be twins from what Melody could see, their brown eyes scanned around as their heads swayed with them everywhere their eyes would go, almost looking like dogs. Melody took them all in, one by one, until finally, she came to the last one, the one that stood out from all three of the onyx haired crew. Alongside the female stood an uncaring looking boy; no, he wasn't a boy, but a tall man, with a strong back to go with him. He just looked too bored to be there, like he had seen way too much to get excited about anything anymore.

He had a bronze complexion. But what really brought him out were his gold tresses, and most of all those glittering gold eyes that locked with her blue. Everything about him just spoke gold and perfect! He had a Godly complexion that just glowed. He was no king; no, on the contrary, he was a man perfectly fitted to be a God. Never in her life had she seen a man like this. He made her knees want to buckle over. It was like he was seeing right through her glasses, once their eyes met, like he was seeing into her soul, which was absurd, because no man could see into her soul, unless she wanted them to! But that never stopped her from noticing how gorgeous he was. Melody almost sucked in a breath of air as time suddenly started moving again. She hadn't noticed that time had stopped for her, and all her focus was on him and nothing more. Her eyes grew at the absurdity.

However, it was broken by the sound of her name being called. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Melody Petrelli and her little...lackeys to." The girl gave the others in her crew one look over with her hawk looking yellow eyes, making her look like an animal rather than a human. Kind of like how Melody always looked.

"Lily," Melody acknowledged.

"How nice of you to drop in," Melody said none too kindly. "I see you also brought a few...acquaintances."

"Oh these guys? Their nothing. Daddy just gave them to me for my birthday. But I don't see why, if they're going to die anyways." Lily gave the twins dark looks, and waved them off uncaringly. The brothers didn't react at all at her remark. It was like they accepted the idea of it—of death.

Melody frowned at this.

"Ah, but still," Lily said with a faked smile, much to fake to be called cute. "I'd like to introduce my new partner." She wrapped her arms around golden boy's arm.

"What happened to the other one?" Melody asked curiously.

"Mm, he had to be...discarded," Lily said with a haughty tone; her stare filled with so much cold evil, Melody could see.

"...Well isn't that...unfortunate."

"Oh? Is it really? I think it's more—how do you say it? Exciting!" She finished keeping her yellow eyes on Melody. A psychotic smile played on her face.

She was trying to get a reaction from Melody, Melody could tell, but it wasn't going to happen. Melody was a trained diplomat. She knew how to keep a poker face when she had to. Melody saw as the guy beside Lily—golden boy, rolled his eyes and gave Lily a disgusted look, before it changed to its normal features. She refrained from lifting an interested brow at him.

But sadly to say, her brother was a different case. "Cool," spoke Peter grinning, chewing on his toothpick.

Lily's dangerous eyes slowly wandered to him, finally noticing him for the first time.

"Well," she rolled her tongue, finding Peter much interesting. "Who might this be?" she questioned Melody, tilting her head, slightly. "A lover perhaps?"

Peter snorted under his breath. "Not at all. How about more like brothers," he told her.

This caught Lily's attention; she lifted both her brows fascinated. She looked between them both. "Is that so? You both look nothing alike to be called siblings," Lily responded much too bluntly, looking between Melody's soft creamy skin and Peter's olive colored one.

Melody gave her a glare from under her glasses, wondering where she was going with this.

Lily shrugged her shoulders. "Then again, I can't judge, seeing as Rider and I look nothing alike. Don't you all agree?" She cuddled closer to the guy, whose name was known as Rider. He looked like he wanted to push her away.

"Of course we don't look alike, Lily. We're not even related," golden boy said to her, finally speaking for the first time, and this time actually pushing her off him. His voice was just as uninterested as his expression showed. It sent goose bumps spiraling down Melody's skin. She held back a shiver, and refrained from admitting that the voice caught her appeal more than she liked.

"Yeah, we're not, but you'll always be my little brother," Lily cooed to him, rubbing her palm on his cheek, lustfully. The touch looked like something a lover would do, rather than a sister. The guy didn't push her off this time, letting her do what she wants this time, making his body look loyal to her. But his eyes said differently, burning with defiance, like he was being forced to let her do what she liked. No surprise there. Her kind always looked chained up to Melody, that's why she would never decide to be a part of the Night World, choosing to stay in the light and mingle with the humans, who thought no less of her.

Melody didn't know why, but the way the girl got closer to golden boy, pissed her off even more. She bit down on the side of her cheek and told herself it was because she didn't like being ignored.

"How about we cut the crap here and get to business, hm? I have more important places to be than here talking about looks," Melody said very authoritatively, looking like a boss.

The strange boy looked at her again, his eyes shining with this uncertainty, Melody could not comprehend. It was the first emotion she noticed besides boredom. She tried her best to ignore him. She didn't know what had gotten into her, getting so caught up in this man's eyes that she didn't even know. It was so taboo of her to be acting this way. She was a very much focused person when it came to a job—maybe the best focused when working, and yet, she was losing her focus over a boy—so quickly!

How bizarre...?

She could have sworn she saw a hint of amusement in the guy's eyes as she looked away, frustrated with herself. Maybe she just wanted out more than she had anticipated and was now beginning to slack off. How unprofessional of her.

Lily stared her down, her eyes showed her rage, but her looks outside her soul looked very calm and collected. She giggled, and said, "oh how rude of me! I shouldn't have strayed from business. Let's begin, shall we?"

Melody nodded curtly, and said, "do you have the stuff?"

"Oh now." Lily snapped her fingers, looking quite lost. Melody and her brother gave her a 'what' look. "You see, we do have the stuff," Lily said very coldly, very uncaringly, very...sarcastically.

Melody watched her acting, expectedly.

"Well then, what are you waiting for? Bring it out so we could see it," Peter said. Melody could just imagine his sensitive hands as they twitched, itching for his gun, to feel that trigger under his finger. She knew he was feeling the same as she.

This bitch was acting sarcastically for a reason.

"...But that's just the thing. We're not going to give it to you, Peter Petrelli." Lily finally lifted her gaze to meet his. Her voice now mirroring an arctic wind, as her face was now ridden of all that false humor she just displayed earlier.

She looked between both siblings, feeling a slay smirk surface on her face.

"That's right we know your name."

Peter at first looked a bit shaken, but soon recovered; he pulled out both his guns from his holster. "Nah, nah! How do you know my name?" He pointed the two guns at her. This was the first time either of them ever met. He had never even seen this girl around. He was certain; a girl like that can never be seen unnoticed. She was just too eerily beautiful—out of this world more like it.

Lily walked like as if a gun wasn't pointed at her, to the other side of golden boy—Rider, without a worry in the world.

"We know all of your names," she said to them. "And your friends names, and your families names ... We know everything about you all."

Now it was time for Ginger and Bobby to freak out.

"What the fuck!" said Bobby. "Mel's did you hear that? This fuckin' chick is talkin' crazy!"

"You can't be serious!"

Ginger and Bobby both pulled out their guns now.

It was only Melody who stayed calm, keeping her eyes on Lily. The only sign that said she was getting angry were her blue orbs that turned into slits, like wild cat eyes, concealed from them and the low growl threatening to surface from within her, but nothing more.

Calmly she said, "Lily Redfern. Are you threatening the Petrelli family?"

Peter relaxed a bit, getting back his cool, he said, "I don't know what your intentions are. But whatever it is, do you really believe you can walk away, without paying a dime to my father, and expect to stay alive, all at once?" He chewed on his toothpick some more, he could feel a smile starting to make its way to his mouth. So what if they knew his name. That didn't change anything, he thought indulged. He chuckled under his breath. Melody could almost hear the sound of excitement coming off of him. She could tell he was beginning to like this turn of events.

Melody felt a grin coming on from his foolishness. She felt like shaking her head.

"Oh, but you see, our assignment was never to give you back your money," Lily spoke very briefly aware of their change in behavior. They both looked to her kind of seeing where this was leading to.

"Lily," said Rider, almost warningly.

"Then way are you here?" Melody heard her brother's grip grow tight around his gun; their eyes flicking to Rider questioningly.

Lily ignored him.

"Because Hunter Redfern has a message for the Petrelli family, 'you disgusting vermin, stay the fuck out of a world you don't belong!" Her eyes looked deadly, filled with hatred as she stared at the two siblings, Melody could practically feel it radiating off of her. "And by that, he meant, kill the Petrelli siblings!" Her eyes looked wild.

Peter snorted. "That's it? Are you sure that first one wasn't from you? I'm pretty sure it was from you. It sure sounded like it was from you," Peter pestered on with a smart tone.

Lily gave him a wrathful look. "It was from both, you disgusting vermin!"

"Touchy," Peter rolled his tongue. "Obviously some people don't know how to take a joke," Peter mocked her some more. "Well tell Hunter Redfern." He grew serious. "That I was born into this world to. So if he wants me out, he's gonna have to take me out by force, himself, permanently, cause I ain't going nowhere."

Melody grinned then, loving her brother more than ever then. She couldn't have said it any better than he already had.

Lily's lip twitched upwards, turning into a cold-blooded sneer. "Hm, I'll make sure he gets the message, right after your dead!" she yelled out to them. She placed to fingers to her lips and with all her might whistled out.

"Eat up, gentlemen!" she said, signaling the two twins.

Blood curtailing snarls erupted from the two coca colored twins, as they barked out to the siblings and their crew, savagely. They got on their bare hands, and crouched down like savage animals preparing for a kill. Their bodies deforming them gruesomely, as long black hair protruded from their bodies. A dog's snout began to distort their faces, as jagged teeth stuck out of their mouths disgustingly. Their palms turned into paws and their pupils grew large. The whole process looked disgusting, yet quick and quite interesting.

Peter placed one of his guns back in its holster, eyeing the two transforming boys, intriguingly with his other still pointed out at the enemy.

"You're putting your gun away?" Melody looked bemused.

"Yeah, I'll only be needing one for these bozos." Peter shrugged his shoulder, cockily.

Melody snickered at him.

"Fine," she said, taking off her heels. "Then you wouldn't mind holding these for me." She handed him her shoes. No way in hell was she going to dirty her new heels.

Peter looked at her stupidly. "You can't be serious?"

Melody gave him a look saying she was.

With a defeated sigh, he took the shoes. "Fine!"

"Stop wasting time! I want all of them dead in less than ten minutes you fucking mutts!" Lily shrieked to her dogs, catching everyone's attention. "Now move it!" she ordered pointing a finger to the Petrelli siblings.

At that order the dogs sprinted off, barking like bull dogs: frightening and threatening. They moved fast through the large building. But not fast enough to be blinding. Melody guessed they thought her crew was no match for them, so they ran without a worry in the world.

Boy, were they wrong.

Peter casually moved his gun to one of the bigger beasts and to his front paws, and said, "...Bang bang!" He fired, hitting his target perfectly on his shoulder and chest, where his lung lied.

The beast fell over, yelping loudly from the shot, surprising everyone. His brother stopped for a moment; his fierce eyes wielding his surprised anxiety for his brother. He grew mad with barbarism as his blazing eyes turned to the two siblings. He wasn't playing anymore, this was now personal.

"Silver," Peter told Melody, snickering, "works all the time. Now fetch!" he ordered his sister, grinning madly at her.

Melody flipped him off. "Fuck you!" Nonetheless she still ran forward, with a speed that no human could muster. She discarded her glasses, removing her coat, leaving herself only in her bra and pants. She revealed her unique eyes to them, and leaped over the wounded werewolf and to the other that jumped for her. She grinned at it and screamed with all her might, feeling herself growl out at the same time, "NOW!"

She heard the sound of a sniper rifle being shot. And with a quickness felt her body transform. It was amazing, the feeling she got when transforming. It was like nothing she'd ever be able to describe; it was just so powerful, like a rush even. Her bones twisted and cracked from within her, moving about in her body, as white hair came out of her from everywhere in her profile, black stripes formed a pattern all over her body, as her face pulled out and pushed in, whiskers popped out from either sides of her upper lip, as her teeth lengthened to disturbing lengths. Her hands changed into large cat paws; her nails stuck out dangerously. Her muscles grew, she felt heavier, stronger, and faster, almost too dangerous to be alive. She was a predator. Her holster ripped off. She had become a tigress. A loud roar left her lips as she tackled the dark wolf down, stunning him once again. She bit into his jugular instantly killing him as she felt his blood wildly slip into her mouth, tasting him, her slit eyes grew wide as she drank his blood, feeling her senses heighten.

The sound of Lily's angry surprise rang loudly into Melody's twitching cat ears as she shrieked. "What! She's a shapeshifter! Why didn't I know this! Why weren't we informed?!" she shouted to anyone that could hear. Her surprise couldn't be any more beautiful than it was. That was impossible, a shifter working with mundane?! Lily's anger boiled over as she continued to scream, barking to her worthless dogs who didn't even last very long. "That is against all Night Worlder's policies!"

What was wrong with it? Melody wondered, glaring at her. And I thought she knew everything about us. She had figured she would already know seeing as this wasn't the first time she has shifted in front of a Redfern before. Although, all of the garbage she had shifted in front of had died, all besides one—Quinn.

Melody was really angry that Quinn hadn't been the one to show up, after all she did only accept this job because one: the people her father was planning to work with were, again, supernatural. And two: Quinn was in that group. But no, instead she had to work with this bitch, Lily.

Boy was she happy it was over, and very soon too.

The gun shot from before had missed Lily, Melody figure disappointedly as she saw no wounds on the girl. She watched Rider as he held Lily to him; Lily pushed him away roughly. So that's how, Melody thought, eyeing Rider. He must have pushed Lily out of the way before she could have been shot. She snarled.

Rider watched Melody just as stunned, but then it changed. "A Night Worlder working for a human...how unusual," he mused, finally looking interested. This woman was just full of surprises.

A tiger's growl left her throat as she stealthily moved closer to them; her face scrunched back, exposing her teeth. Another animalistic sound came from behind her as Melody turned, to see a wolf a few sizes taller than her staring at her, it was the same wounded wolf Peter had shot earlier.

Fucking Peter, she thought. Why couldn't he have finished the job?! She thought about this some more, until finally she knew why. Because it would be more fun this way, for him...that fucker.

The wolf hurled at her. She side-stepped him, fighting him off as they both bit into each other, crashing into each other. Each one trying to get the upper hand, as the other tried to bring the other down. He cut her by her cheek as he bit into her shoulder, causing her to shriek. She pushed him off, roughly, opening her wound even more. He stumbled. She hissed at him. Seeing an opening, she took it, taking him down and clawing his face in, and with all her might smashing his face in with her oversized paw. He yelped. She glared down at the dead thing, before turning from him.

Peter had decided in that moment, to run passed her, shooting like a madman, each shot he took he laughed out even louder.

Lily and Rider dodged everyone, without even breaking a sweat. Ginger and Bobby made to move closer to them, unnoticed.

I see now. Peter is only a distraction. Good, she mentally thought; her body already healing. That'd give them a chance with at least one of them. Ginger and Bobby were fast. Be that as it may, they weren't used to fighting vampires like she was or Peter was.

She watched the blonde male as he watched behind him, noticing the other two and at the same time was careful not to get shot. But Rider also watched her, as she watched him, and to her bafflement he smirked at her.

"What? Are you going to watch me all day or are you ever going to move, doll?" he asked her.

Melody let out a snarl at his call, crouching down dangerously.

He chuckled. "Oh, did I anger you? Don't tell me you're mad because I called you doll now, are you? I mean I'd at least assume you'd like it after the way you've been looking at me? I thought at any moment you were going to pounce at me and throw me down, and practically rape me with how much intensity your eyes held."

Melody felt her ears flick down, bashfully, before going back up. If she were human she would have blushed madly red and denied all of his accusations.

"Aw, how cute, you're embarrassed."

That was it! Melody snarled at him and jumped at him, aiming for his neck.

He easily dodged, sidestepping every attack she threw at him, and not once making a move to attack her back. He was fast and obviously not human. But then, what was he? He grinned at her then, exposing his fangs at her then. So that's what he was, she thought. A bloody fucking vampire! This was the first time someone had ever lasted really long with her against a fight—besides Quinn.

He was playing with her, Melody knew. She hated when men teased her, it was so annoying! She thought he was cute at first, but now, he was the devil!

She launched at him, her eyes overrun by fury. She wanted him dead!

His eyes grew into bulks, as she blitzes him, crushing him under her. He saw her satisfied look. But what really got to Rider was not his life flashing before his eyes, but what he felt once her paw connected with him; that same paw that sat on his chest, crushing his chest. A spark flew between them so strong, it stopped Melody mid kill. Her bloodied mug was inches from his face. Her hefty breaths brushed his face, passed his rich hair. Her eyes connected with his in ways she had never felt before. She felt that weird tug at her soul again. A chilling jolt went down her spine, and she was almost certain she wasn't the only one feeling it.

She couldn't stop staring into his eyes, she felt connected to him, but how? God, she felt mind blown. She was so confused and dizzy at the same time. Her head swayed slightly by it. She felt like she were about to fall on top of him. Melody hadn't noticed herself changing back to normal as she faced him. The paw on his chest was no longer a paw, but a small delicate female hand. She looked bewildered at it, and back at him. What had happened? Why had she turned back? Why was she so scared...scared to hurt him? There was something wrong with her, she thought. All her emotions were going crazy. And the worst part about it all was that she was scared—scared of what she was feeling; scared that he just might be feeling what she was feeling ... Melody couldn't hide it anymore, her mask she had practiced to cling onto so strongly had crumpled—spilling—falling over—splattering on the ground in her mind, and the mental part was, she could feel his falling as well. Her fear showed, displayed on her frontage. She tried to get as far away from him, to move as far away from him as possible. She pulled away from him.

This wasn't happening to me, she thought falling flat on her ass. She was still in her underwear.

"N-no wait." She felt a bigger hand grab onto her hand.

He snatched her hand, pulling her to him. His voice had changed drastically. It was no longer as obnoxious as before. No, she could still distinctly hear that strong-ness that she had heard not that long ago, but she could now hear something else, a sweetness she had never heard before, a sound that she was probably positive he had only ever used with her or someone very dear to him. Melody stared at him worriedly. But the crazy part was she wanted to wait. She wanted to stay with him, to listen to what he had to say.

He moved in closer to her, placing a cool hand on her bloodstained cheek. Her cheek flushed pink.

"Don't go," she heard him say. He stared deep into her eyes, into her colorful soul.

He smiled to her, showing her the most magnetizing smile Melody had ever seen. By instinct she touched his perfectly framed lips. It didn't bother him. On the contrary, it pleased him.

"I knew you were special the moment I laid eyes on you ... I've finally found you, my other half." Like in a trance, Melody felt his words slowly sink in, non-comprehensively. She wondered what that meant.

She was then brought back to reality, when an ample carcass durably fell to the ground right across from her. She stared at it stunned.

"Mikey!" she heard Peter scream.

"Melody! What the fuck are you doing! Kill the fuckin' bastard, now! Mikey's dead, you idiot!"

Her eyes shifted to Peter, still dumbstruck. He was bloodied, beaten, and battered, but he was still holding out strong fighting against Lily. And from what Melody could see Lily wasn't in any better position. She momentarily switched to the other side to see Ginger lying on the floor ... dead or alive? She couldn't tell. She panicked. Bobby nimbly tried to get to her, dragging himself as much as he could, leaving a bloody trail to follow him, as big as a railroad track. His leg was split in half; she could mildly see the bone protruding from out of his black pants.

"Melody!"

"Fucking human! Why don't you just die already!" Lily complained.

Peter panted hard, but didn't say a word, choosing to focus instead. He held a wooden knife in his hand, no bigger than a regular kitchen knife.

"Everyone," Melody whispered.

She looked at her hand that was still holding Rider's. She gapped at it sullenly. What was she doing?

"Melody?" she heard Rider's soft voice speak up.

That did it. Suddenly she got up, pulling her hand away. She messed up, she messed up big time!

She placed a hand to a short blade as long as her waist attached to her backside, hidden from view on her waist. "...I'm not going to kill you," she told him because she had the impression that she couldn't do it. "So...please...just stay here...d-don't do anything rash."

Turning away she ran towards her brother to try and save him.

Sounds of wild animals resonated all over the compound as werewolves of many shapes and sizes crowded into the big building. Why hadn't she noticed them before? She wondered in the back of her mind. She cast them away after, giving her attention to the two fighting up ahead. They were more important than anything else. She watched with a bitter taste in her mouth as the evil bitch herself got the upper hand on Peter by a mere large graze on his back thigh. He looked bug-eyed. Lily flipped him over, slamming him right on his back, hard. He let out a wail of hurt, spasming from the pain. His knife, the only thing that could probably save his life, slid away from him and his gun just a few feet from the two.

In top speed, the fastest she could muster, Melody looked like a blur as she passed by many littered objects in the gloom warehouse, cutting passed wolf after wolf that got in her way, somehow taking them out, if not fully then temporarily, hitting spots, joints in their bodies that refrained them from moving for a while. She had the upper hand, so to speak, passing by these beasts, and like a cat, sidestepping countless of them. She had to get to the gun before anything bad happened to her brother.

Lily ripped off a thin metal pole from its place and held it high up above him. She looked like a maniac. "Now, die into oblivion human scum!" she shouted, hostile, sounding like a loon.

Running up to the gun and expeditiously picking it up, Melody turned and pointed the thing at Lily.

"HEY, BITCH!" she hollered at the other girl, her face as dour as she felt.

Lily turned to the call.

"Get the fuck away from my brother, you crazy bitch!"

Melody shot out, aiming for her.

Lily ducked out of the way in time. She looked up smugly. "HAH! You missed!" She turned to Peter. "And now you're dead!"

It was Melody's turn to look wolfish. "No. I really didn't."

Thrown off, Lily quickly turned her head to see what she meant and saw the bullet hit the large fuel tank at the far side of the corner. It exploded.

Melody rashly jumped on top of Peter bracing herself. Feeling as the heat burned her flesh off her back. She cried out, holding onto her brother.

The wolves shrilled, scurrying off, leaving the premises.

Melody heard Lily's agonizing scream, as she fell over, holding onto her face.

"RIDER," Lily cried clutching her face.

"...Help me," she sounded so small.

Melody with the last ounce of strength she had left, got up, on her knees. She watched the vampire, roll in pain. Melody's face was filled with soot, blood, and smog as it clung to her. She felt very disheveled.

The fire grew massively, clinging to the walls of the building, and her back was agonizingly in pain. She felt her blood dripping of her wounds.

A distinct silhouette of a man made its way out of the dark burning fog.

Rider walked out of the mist and towards them, to the girl crying for him on the ground, his steps audible. He watched Melody, as she watched him in a dreamlike state; she was worn out. She had just about reached her limit. But she no matter what, she still hung onto the blade in her hand, refusing to give into darkness. She had discarded the gun, seeing as there were no more bullets in it.

"Well, what are you waiting for," she said, murmuring dejectedly, but the fire in her icy blue eyes never leaving. "Isn't this your big chance? Kill me already and be done with it." Melody glared at him. "Isn't this what you all came for—to prove a point…?"

"...Don't I get a say?" Rider finally spoke.

"No! Just do it." Melody looked away, scowling.

Rider chuckled dryly. "What a stubborn ass my destined is," he said faintly, exhaling. Melody was about to turn to him and say she didn't know what the fuck he was talking about, when he spoke first, beating her to it.

"I won't kill you." He gave her a deadpanned gaze.

Melody's glazed look looked up to him quizzically.

"...Why?"

"No reason at all. I just don't feel like it is all." He shrugged his shoulders, inscrutable, bending down and scooping Lily's now unconscious body up and off the ground.

He walked away from her, turning his back to her. "See ya doll, until the next time we meet again." He casually waved at her. He turned his head slightly to see her one last time, before leaving the place all together.

"...Mel's."

She collapsed hearing her brother's last word, falling into darkness. They were safe now. Hopefully he'd get them out before the whole place caved in, or worse, the cops showed up. Melody couldn't help but think however, that this was the second time a vampire had walked away from her and allowed her to live, but what bugged her even more was that they were both...Redfern's. She lost consciousness.