Chapter 2

I was shaken awake by Abel. He stood over me, his wide-set eyes looking down at me. I narrowed my gaze into a glare. I didn't like to be disturbed while taking a nap.

"What is it?" I growled.

Abel flinched at my tone, his eyes filling with tears. I sighed as I sat up, gathering my control.

"Um…" he began. "You need to go pick Dana up from work."

I nodded as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, pulling myself to my feet. I walked into the large closet, grabbing my leather jacket and combat boots. I walked outside, pulling on my jacket as the cool, spring-time wind hit my skin. I opened up the garage to reveal my other love: my Harley.

I reached down, tracing the red flames cutting through the shiny black paint job. A smile curled at my lips as I straddled the bike, kicking it to life. I let out a yell as I cut through the night air at break-neck speed. I loved the feel of the air as it whooshed past me. I closed my eyes (A/N: probably not the best thing since he's driving), relishing on the feeling. My ride soon stopped as I pulled into the parking lot of Dana's workplace: Club Imaginary.

I shoved my way through the mass of bodies, dancing to the blaring techno beat. Colored strobe lights flashed, a fog machine expelled its misty substance. It looked like a land of swirling, colored fog. I walked over to the bar, plopping myself down on a stool. I turned and looked at Mick, the bartender. He leaned over the bar, his voice trying its hardest to be heard over the music.

"Hey Darrin, I thought you were going back to see Dana!!!"

I looked at him in confusion.

"What are you talking about??" I asked. "I just got here!!"

The color in Mick's face drained as he looked at me in fear. Dana was in serious trouble. I got out of my seat, running to a door near the rear. I kicked open the door to find a surprised looking Dana in the arms of my worst fear.

He was as tall as me, his muscles a little bigger than mine. He had the same pale skin and the same high cheek bones and slim features. His hair was like mine also, except his was so dark a black that it gave off a blue sheen. It was none other than my older twin brother, Davian.

"Hello Darrin," his cold voice said. "Nice of you to join us."

"Let go of her," I growled.

He smiled at me, revealing sharp teeth. I began to lunge forward only to stop dead in my tracks as the sound of a bone snapping filled the room. Dana's head went back as she let out a cry of pain. It ripped through me as I looked at Davian in fear.

"Please let her go," I begged.

Davian let out a cruel laugh as he picked Dana's now still form. I stood paralyzed by my fear. He looked at me over his shoulder, smirking.

"I'm taking this one for myself," he sneered as he jumped out the window.

I fell to the ground, tears burning at my eyes. I had broken my promise to Chris.

I stumbled into the house, falling on the stairs. Raven and Dana's family came out of the dining room to find me there. Raven was down by my side in an instant. She touched my shoulder, causing me to look up at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked me carefully.

"He has her," I sobbed.

Raven's hand went ridged on my shoulder. She tightened her grip on it, staring into my eyes intently.

"Are you sure??" she asked urgently.

"I saw him with my own eyes," he confirmed. "I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't protect her."

"Who has Dana?" I heard Chris ask me.

I looked at him over my shoulder, his worry mirroring my own. I stood and faced them all.

"I have a twin brother named Davian," I explained. "And now he has Dana. I couldn't stop him from taking her because he would have caused further harm to her."

"What has he done to her?!" Abel asked sounding very panicked.

"He broke her wrist," I told him. "Is something wrong with Dana?"

Abel chewed on his bottom lip, thinking something over. He looked at his twin, Cain, with pleading eyes. Cain sighed and stepped forward.

"Dana's pregnant."

A/N: Dana is a bartender at the club…not a stripper or a dancer or anything like that.