The night was intense. I could smell the fear, the youth, and the cold that the night beheld. Wyatt tried to keep close to me no matter how much I rejected him. He knew I didn't want him near but it was his duty to be with me. Every now and then he found chances to at least speak a word to me. Every time he did, I dodged him.

Henry was before us, wearing a slick black robe. All vampyres are supposed to blend in but since Henry was the leader he was allowed to wear what he wished. I, on the other hand, was allowed to wear my old jeans and t-shirts. In the vault we could only wear the clothes Henry bought us. We could never wear our old clothes.

The night air was pulling my face back. I could feel the freshness of the air but the smell of blood was what was alluring me most. I couldn't control myself from the vault; I never wanted to imagine myself outside. I had a perfect image of every single owner of the blood.

White gold hair looped into curls, eyes piercing sky blue, and the skin like honey sun kissed. The girl smiled and then suddenly frowned. Beautiful as she was she jerked backward with fright swarming across her blood filled cheeks. The smell was uncontrollably sweet, oh so sweet. Tempting. I didn't want the girl. Poor girl.

"Kat? Daryn?" I felt a strong grip around my neck. I opened my eyes to see Wyatt with his furrowed brows with a concerned expression. The hair strand across my face blinded a bit of his beauty enough for me to not be startled.

"Let go," I ordered. It was then that I realized I was flat on the ground. The soil beneath me felt somewhat soothing compared to the marble I was used to in the vault.

I looked around and it was only Wyatt and I. I gracefully made my way to stand. I could tell my feline stance was somewhat tempting to Wyatt. His eyes sucked in all that he could see before he straightened up.

"The easiest and fastest way to train is hunting humans. All vampyres, except you at least know how to do that. This is basic training Daryn." I could tell he didn't like having to be the one to train my hunting skills. I didn't like it either.

I huffed. "I don't want to hunt humans."

I heard a slight chuckle escape his beautiful chest. "It's not whether or not you want to. You have to."

The certainty in his voice made me want to prove him wrong. "What if I just left? What would you do?" I asked as I placed my fingers on his firm chest playfully.

Wyatt's throat suddenly seemed dry. "I would follow you. Hunt you, if I had to." His voice was nothing but truthful.

I snickered and turned my back on him. "You wouldn't know how to begin hunting me." Something in me said otherwise but the desire to prove him wrong was stronger.

Suddenly I felt his sweet breath on my neck. "Forgive me madam, but I beg to differ." His breath slithered down my back sending an instant chill down my spine. He was completely scrumptious, and I wanted to devour him.

His sweet breath was suddenly coated by the delicious scent of blood. She was near, a girl. The scent was exquisite. My mouth watered for it.

"Come, she is near." Wyatt was now like a cheetah, he seemed vicious and ready to strike. We were now standing behind what seemed like a tree trunk with no tree. There were no leaves on the trunk and it was useless.

As I lay my eyes on my prey I fell back. It was the little girl in my vision. Her golden curls were looped, her skin was sun kissed and she was full of blood. Not having drunk blood in so long, the scent was more unbearable to me than to any other. I felt myself walking without even knowing. How unbelievable thirsty I had been.

I heard a hiss behind me. "Attack her." It was then that I noticed I was already visible to the little girl. She was staring at me with a smile on her face and then she frowned. I hadn't noticed I was baring my teeth until she jerked backward. I felt like a monster. The pain of disgust towards myself was even stronger than the thirst.

"I-I'm sorry," I muttered. Saliva was watering down my lips, down my neck. I thirsted for the girl.

Surprisingly enough, the girl slowly walked towards me. She stopped before me as she saw how my neck jerked my head backwards every now and then. I was pulling myself back from the trance her blood had me in.

"I am Amee." Her sweet Irish accent was so distinct from the usual British I was used to daily. She was sweet, almost as sweet as her blood smelled.

"Amee, go" was all I could spit out without opening my mouth much.

The worst part of all was that she came closer when I warned her to leave. She placed her blood filled hand on my cheek. My whole body trembled, my legs were weak and could no longer hold me.

"I have nowhere to go." Her words pierced through me as if Wyatt had plunged his fangs into my neck. The girl was alone, touching a vampyre, almost pleading for help.

The knot in my throat was becoming larger. "I am not-" I trailed off because my fangs were taking over. I jumped to my feet and looked behind me. Wyatt was baring his teeth with thirst and anger.

He took a deep breath. "Daryn, finish her." His voice was dark and rude. I grabbed the girl in my arms and ran.

Running helped me not notice her blood pumping throughout her body. The air of night flushed against my face rapidly. I loved the feeling of running. It made me feel powerful to run. The way the night became a cluster of elements, my clothes brushed against my skin, my hair blew and made itself one with the darkness of the night.

I was at the vault before anyone else. I knew I was faster than them and also could get through any obstacle they would take time doing. I was a cat, in a woman's body.

I didn't know what to do; all I knew is that I wanted to save Amee. I didn't know the poor girl but she knew even less, she was so young. It wasn't fair that she had to suffer because a vampyre-who should be dead in the first place-was thirsty. I knew it wouldn't be a good idea to take her a place where hundreds of thirsty vampyres live, so I dropped her off on the porch of my old house before making it to the vault.

I waited in the kitchen playing with a fork. I looked up as I had been doing for the last hour and saw Wyatt standing before me. Furious.

"Would you like to elaborate?" His voice was cold; it contrasted well with his expression.

"I didn't want to kill her in front of you, but I did" I lied.

Wyatt ran to stand behind me and nuzzled my ear with his nose. "Why did you leave me like that? You could've been attacked by Antonia." His voice had suddenly softened and his nuzzling was exquisite. I wanted to rip off his clothes and feel his body against mine.

"See? I told you, you can't hunt me," I said in a pompous tone.

Wyatt chuckled leaving my ear. I looked behind me and he stood against a wall, arms crossed against his chest. "You saved the girl, left her at your parents house." His voice was calm and collected.

He knew. Why did he act as if I told the truth, then?

"You didn't have the guts today but tomorrow is another day," he said as he pushed off the wall to leave the room. Wyatt stopped at the door and turned. "Oh and don't ever lie to me again." He disappeared.

I hated him for knowing I had lied. Ugh.

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