Author's Note: Still no responses yet. :( But I'm not going to let that stop me- it's was only the first chapter, it's understandable.

And to spice things up, I've decided to throw in other character's Points of View in too!

Aldric's POV

This was such a pain in my ass. I still don't understand why I have to go fetch the 'Princess' from her room.

"Pfft. Princess- yeah right."

It was what Damien had called her, a grin plastered to his face, as he had suggested- though I knew it was an order- that I go get the girl since we knew she was awake after hearing her footsteps roaming upstairs. Of course, I was going to pass, but before I could get out a single word, Damien- being the annoying person he was- was nice enough to point out that since I wasn't there to 'retrieve' her last night I could at least bring her down stairs.

And before I could register why, I was walking up the stairs and banging on the girl's door which she had irksomely locked.

Naturally, I knocked 'politely,' only after the first knock when there was no reply that's when I began to pound harder. And then the threat of busting down the door left my lips which I hoped would speed up the process.

"You will not knock down any doors!" I heard Damien call from downstairs which left me mumbling in irritation.

I was so caught up that I hadn't heard the bedroom door unlock and pull open. When I finally pulled my gaze back, all I saw was wavy blonde hair since the girl had her eyes glued to the floor.

I stared at her for another moment until I declared the situation awkward in my mind and pulled my eyes away.

Clearing my throat, I walked ahead of her, "Follow me." I grumbled, shoving my hands in my pockets and heading down the stairs, hearing her light footsteps right behind me. Yet those footsteps died out when I walked into the living room where everyone was waiting expectantly, I simply took the seat I had been sitting in before I had to go get the main attraction in the house.

I looked up a moment later when I noticed no one was speaking, following all of their gazes I was met by icy blue eyes and if I didn't know better, I would have sworn they were a let red- from tears perhaps?

Aside from the deadly glare that she was giving all of us, I could understand why my brothers had plucked her from the bunch.

The girl was pretty, I would say beautiful, but it was hard to label someone that when it looked like she would attack one of us at any moment. She was an average height and looked like she could be in college- which was good...

Don't want to break any laws.... Ignoring the whole kidnapping thing.

The thing that really drew me to her were those eyes. They were a dark cobalt blue with flecks of green which her fair complexion and dark blonde hair only made stand out more.

But what really drove me crazy was this sense of Deja vu. She seemed so familiar...

Danielle's POV

Did they really have to stare at me like that?

The longer I returned their gazes, the more I believed they were waiting for me to put on a show. Like I would just snap and start throwing a tantrum, screaming and all.

Well, if they were expecting that they would be rudely mistaken. I don't scream and don't cry... well, not right now at least.

After a point, my eyes narrowed, sweeping over the five men as if daring them to say anything to me.

'Bring it!,' I thought, my confidence building when I thought that I might have the upper hand as if they realized that they were in over their head.

That feeling instantly disappeared when my eyes locked with a young man with bright, platinum blonde hair and dark brown eyes who was smiling charmingly at me.

"Why don't you take a seat, Miss? So we can talk." The man said, motioning to the chair that was positioned in the middle of the floor, still giving me that warm smile.

I looked from his face to the chair- face, chair, face, chair- until I let out a sigh, giving in, and finally broke through the threshold, walking into the room and taking a seat on the chair.

All of their gazes now shifted to me in the center of the room. I felt like I was on trial. Ironic when they are the ones whom committed the crime.

I inwardly began to laugh at that- I laugh when I'm nervous- though it seemed like they saw the small smile on my lips as a trigger to begin speaking to me.

I didn't pay attention to anything they were saying at first, I didn't care what they had to say, though I did notice the man that had addressed me earlier was still the only one talking.

"...Danielle Rhodes.... Danielle?..."

The mention of my name caught my attention.

"How do you...."

My question trailed off when I saw that the man was holding my wallet, my license in between his fingers. And beside him two of the other guys were searching through my purse and by the look on their faces, they were enjoying it.

My fingers began to dig into the arms of my chair as I glared at them, hoping my gaze would tell them to stop... they didn't.

Seeing that I was now paying attention, the man began to read off my information as if I was some exhibit.

"Name:Danielle Catherine Rhodes... Height: 5'6"... Weight: 130 lbs.... Birthday: May 14, 1991." He paused after he read the birthday and looked over to me, "So that means you're 18 years old." He stated, it wasn't a question.

I nodded in agreement and right as I did, a sigh of relief swept through the room.

Their relief only sent panic through me, the reason why I was here was starting to become more clear.

No one seemed to see my reaction, and the man simply continued talking.

"Now that we know you, I'm sure you're wondering who we are."

No. I rather be let go.

"I'm Damien, 25 years old, and the leader of this little group. It's a pleasure to have you here." The man with the dark eyes stated, still smiling.

From then, the rest of the men began to introduce themselves in the same fashion, alternating from left to right.

"People call me Brad. And I'm 24. What's up?" A man with fiery red hair said with a big grin on his face, he looked like the athlete of the group, but it did take a lot of effort not to smile back, having to remind myself where I was.

My view then moved over to the two who had paused digging through my things to introduce themselves.

"I'm Brian." "And I'm Alex." "We're 21." By the looks of it, they were the troublemakers of the group. Brian had dark auburn hair and hazel eyes while Alex had chestnut brown hair with light caramel eyes. "Nice to meet you, Danielle." They said in unison, with mischievous grins.

Last was the boy who had escorted me down the stairs, I waited patiently for him to look at me, but he never did. The only thing that I noticed was his black hair and that he appeared younger then the rest. "That's Aldric, he's 19." Brad said and Aldric just mumbled in response.

Damien took up as the speaker once again when introductions were over. "So that's all of us, you can meet the others later."

Others?! How many was I supposed to deal with?

"Except you won't have the same tasks with them since they are younger then us." Damien informed me.

Taking a deep breath, I dared to speak, the reason why I was here was driving me crazy. "And what tasks would that be?" I asked.

Right as I spoke, the boys smiles grew except for Damien who kept calm and Aldric who was muttering something.

"For the younger ones, we would like you to be a mother figure for them..... And for us....Well...." His voice trailed off as he thought over the right words.

"You're our toy." Brian said, "For entertainment purposes." Alex added before they chimed in, "So make it fun."

Damien just shook his head in embarrassment, but what triggered my fear once again was that he hadn't denied what they had said.

"Danielle..." He finally spoke, turning his gaze towards me. "You are now the Princess of the Blood Rose Gang." He announced.

Princess?

Blood Rose Gang?!

Crap...