I woke up surrounded by banshees and nightlockes, the two deadly terrors of the night world. Banshees, despite what you think are small ghost, they look like children, but they have burning bright red eyes that if you look into them your slaves forever. Nightlockes are a lot like Night Mares. Nightlockes are dog like creatures that depending on the moon phase can be clear, pure white or dark black. The colors depend on its mood, the lighter the nicer, the darker…

It was a new moon to the creatures around me were completely black spare the red eyes of the banshees. I closed my eyes and lay there unmoving, if I didn't look into the banshees eyes and the nightlockes think I'm dead I may make it through the night. The banshees softly cooed for they knew I was not dead. The nightlockes growled softly every time my chest rose and fell when I took a breath. My shoulder seemed to have stopped bleeding but it ached and throbbed every few minutes.

I opened my eyes to the bright sun on the horizon. The creatures were almost completely faded except the red eyed banshees. I moved because the nightlockes had disappeared. I put my hand to my forehead and started to cry. My tears mixed with my blood and the rain, slowly trickling down. I screamed in frustration, fear and angst. Where was my dark prince? Was he worried about me? Did he still care. Millions of thoughts flew around in my head. Making me cry even harder. The sky began to brighten and I gathered my strength to pull me to my feet. I stood there inhaling, if I let my breath out I sagged and started to fall.

I grabbed at the open air as I fell backward. My head hit the ground loudly and if I hadn't felt it I would've flinched for the poor fool's pain. My jaw clenched and unclenched as waves of pain washed over my body. The sky slowly started to darken, I could see the shapes of the night creatures slowly coming back from their day time sleep. The banshees slowly floated over to where I lay. A loud galloping sound caused me to open my eyes as a herd of night mares, with their flowing manes and black eyes, came to the group surrounding me. I agonizingly lay on the ground. The banshees slowly and quietly cried and whimpered, after a few moments I realized why. The ground was shaking. Ever so slightly, you could barely feel the tremors but they were certainly there. I tried to calm myself but the thoughts of the next horror to befall me were terrifyingly real as the tremors grew closer.

I looked to the horizon, praying the sun would peak over and save me from this, but to my dismay, a large group of dark animals was charging at me. I suppressed a scream as they grew closer, and closer. When they were no more than a few meters away, I realized they where large, dark, wolves. I bit my lip wondering what was to befall me. The banshees disappeared, crying loudly and the night mares reared up and screamed. I shivered at that blood curling shriek, they turned and ran the other direction. The wolves circled around me, the smallest, as tall as me, lolled out his tongue and what looked like a friendly affection. I tried to smile but my head dropped down to the ground. The wolves looked to each other as if they were having a conversation, I heard a low growl then a sharp bark. I looked to the small one who stared at me. He sat on his haunches as his tongue lolled out. He seemed to be smiling at me, my eyes slowly grew heavier and fell, I didn't have the strength to open them again. My arm throbbed and I seized, throwing my chest in the air. The wolves jumped and stood on guard. I screamed as my arm burned me. My screams seemed to trouble the wolves, they looked to each other as if it gave them support to withstand my pain. I heaved and gagged as the pain pulled the breath from my lungs. My vision was clouded by dark blotches. My heart beat rapidly and I shivered from the fiery heat in my arm. My vision went black making my screams louder, the wolves started to howl, I felt myself slowly fading from reality. The world bent and my senses twisted. I prayed and screamed and begged for this horror to end. I slowly started to fade from reality, the pain consisted until the end. The heat spread to my heart and caused my body to stop shaking.

I awoke with three boys standing around me, their slightly tanned body caused me to shiver with lust. I looked around to survey my surroundings, I cursed myself because I had let the pretty faces cause me to lose sight of my training. The whole house absolutely smelled like wet dog, the couch was a light brown felt and it had fur all on it. I could hear noises in the kitchen and I looked over to the boys, they were sitting down onto the couch that sat across from me.

"Where am I? Wha-What happened to me?" I whispered, I curled my legs up to my chest, my arm was bandaged heavily. I watched cautiously as the tallest boy walked across the room, his black hair hung a little longer than the others, carried a heavy tray full of bacon, eggs and toast with a tall glass of orange juice on the side. My eyes widened as he set it in front of me and gestured for me to eat. I looked up at him, with a dumbfounded look. I had never been given this much to eat before in my life. I always had to share the little rations I had with the younger slayers whose rations were even smaller than mine.

"You passed out due to some- a lot of pain. My names Clark, this is Anthony," he said motioning to the shortest boy on the couch, "this is Cooper," the tall, muscular boy in the middle smiled widely, "and this, this is Trepen." The average boy with the dark eyes glared at me. I flinched automatically. The boys suddenly started to laugh. I looked around in confusion, once I realized they were laughing at me I curled up even more.

"What?" I asked angrily. "Did I do something?" I fought the urge to growl and bare my teeth at these insolent boys. For if they knew my powers they would cower in fear. The tallest boy laughed even louder and stared at me sweetly, "Well darling, we can tell what you are thinking… let's just say it's a little gift we have. And Trepen is only glaring at you because you are an outsider. Plus, I don't think you could take us." He smiled adorably and it caused my blood to boil.

I stood up angrily causing the blanket to fly off. My face flushed and I gave them all looks that caused them to flinch. I looked at Clark and smiled, "Well Clark, did you get this? Ever heard of the 'Blood Queen?'" Clark nodded cautiously and my smile widened, "Well, that's me."

I heard a gasp from Anthony and I suddenly regretted telling them my identity. What if they were friends with the vamps? I gulped, holding my head high, waiting for their response. Clark leaned back, nodded and stood, he towered over me, clearly trying to make me uncomfortable, I stood on my toes trying to look into his eyes.

"So, you are a slayer? A hater of the Colony?" He whispered softly in a voice barely I could hear. I nodded, still holding the strong and mighty act, even though I suppressed the urge to cry. He nodded approvingly and let another smile pull through the cold mask. "Well so are we my darling, we are the shifters. We assume the wolf form but there are many others who prefer the less obvious. No matter what, we all hate the vampires. The slayers were originally created by a shifter." He smiled at me again.

"Oh. Well I must be getting back. Tommy, Charlotte and Mica must be incredibly worried. How long have I been out?" I asked, putting some space between us.

"Three weeks and a few days counting the time you were in the field." Anthony declared loudly. I gasped and cursed. They would probably think I was dead. My mind flashed to Wess and I had to grab onto Clark else I would have fallen. My heart ached. I cursed again for letting someone in. The boys looked concerned as I stumbled to the couch.

"Could I possibly have some time alone?" I managed to choke out. They looked at each other and practically ran out of the room. I felt the sob come up my throat and I started to cry. Tears streamed down my eyes and I shook. I desperately hurt and all I wanted was him to comfort me. I could feel the presence of Clark as he came behind me. He walked around the couch and sat down. I continued crying and as he put his arm around me, my crying got harder. He rubbed my back and held me as I cried, it seemed like hours until I finally seemed to run out of tears. I looked up to him and he smiled back. I smiled despite myself.

I pushed my face into his shoulder and breathed in his scent, despite the fact that he smelled strongly of dog, I could inhale the smell of trees and forest, it soothed me to think of running as fast as the wind through the woods. I relaxed into his arms and he kissed the top of my head. I jumped and almost hit him in the face. I looked at him, surprised.

"I'm sorry… I thought-" his sentence was cut off as I pressed my lips to his. His lips were warm, a comfort to my coldness. His fingers intertwined into my hair and pulled me closer. I felt my heart start beating faster. My vision blurred and it seemed that the world around me was changing. The walls turned a blood red and the ceiling seemed to be dripping. The lighting was dim and scary and I cried out, but no sound exited my lips.

"How could you? You are my soul mate." I heard Wessly's voice.

"What the hell? You tried to kill me!" I screamed, "Fuck off Wess, I mean it. If you ever try to come near me again, I personally will kill you. You go on saying we're soul mates then you try to kill me. I don't think that's how it works."

"Ow, that one hurt. I only tried to kill you because if I didn't some other vampire would. And they'd make it horrible for you. I used the dagger because I don't want to have to deal with this pain anymore." He said, I could hear the pain in his voice, clearly he was sorry.

"I don't care what you say. I will never love you. I may be bonded to you forever but I will never love you. I plan to stay with the shifters. With them around, you won't come near me you filthy vamp." I felt triumphant for standing up to him. I fought to gain control of my mind. I saw the room dissolve in front of me and Clark's concerned face appeared before me.

"Ow!" he exclaimed, "You do know I can feel everything you feel?"

"I'm sorry. I have no clue what just went on. I know that it was triggered when I kissed you because I felt that I was losing my grip on reality." I scratched my head in confusion.

"Wait. Who was the man's voice. You kept screaming 'Wess! Wess!' who- wait, do you mean the dark prince?" Clark screamed at me. "You said that you would never love him again! You loved a blood sucker! I saw! When you were crying it was about him wasn't it? Wasn't it!" His face was turning from red to purple and I cowered from his anger. He wouldn't hit me. Would he?

"Yes! Okay! My 'soul mate' is a dirty blood sucker, not even that, worse! The dark fucking prince!" I screamed. I got up fighting his grip on me. I felt my hand come back and fly down to hit him. I stopped inches from his face, he flinched and resumed his anger. I stormed out the door. Not stopping till I reached the cover of the trees. I leaned against a tree and screamed in frustration. I slowly calmed down as I realized I was starving, I hadn't eaten. I pulled my knife out of my belt and scurried quickly and quietly through the forest. A dear slowly bent down to the stream that bubbled quietly through the forest, drank unaware of my presence, I smiled as I positioned my knife to throw. I heard a pounding and the dear perked up its ears. I panicked and tried to get a clear shot but the dear jumped through the brush.

"Damn." I whispered. I jumped as a huge wolf plowed through the trees. It was a large black wolf. Assuming it was Clark I climbed silently into the tree behind me. Clark changed to human form, trying to find me. My breath caught and I almost fell. He stood naked, his body perfectly sculpted. I tried to calm my heart but he stood calling my name it took every ounce of my strength to not call to him. He lifted up his head and screamed. I flinched at the agonizing noise this beautiful creature made because of me.

"Clark." I whispered then cursed myself. Clark looked up, hope and desperation filling his eyes. I knew my guise had been discovered and I slowly edged my way down the tree. Clark ran to me and pulled me to him. My breath caught as I felt his smooth skin on me. He backed away blushing. He jumped into the bush and changed. His shiny wolf eyes caught mine and we stared at each other. He nudged against me, apologizing. I reached my arms around him and squeezed. His breath flew out of him and I had to laugh. He lifted his head and licked me. I scrunched up my face and kissed him back. He grinned as Anthony had at me the first night, he did it more dignified, not letting his tongue loll out of his mouth.

We sat under the trees and as we stared up, we watched the sky change to a dark blue and the stars come out. I closed my eyes and slowly fell asleep.