"Jasper! Please!" I scream out in horror, seeing nothing but death in his hungry look. "Please..."

I fidget under him. His claws dig in and break the skin of my arm, another scream rips from my throat. Tears stream down my face. This is a punishment, isn't it? I found someone who can actually love me so now my family hates me. Sara was right, this isn't a home. He's just a beast, I have no actual family.

I reach my hand up and hit him hard on the nose, "No!" I scream when he growls again. I hit him once more and fly to my feet as soon as he backs off. Tears well up in my eyes as I turn and run. How could I have been so dumb? I should have listened to Sara. I have no family or home.

I get back to the boat and stand there for awhile taking in the silence. Forgetting about the blood leaking down my arm. I stare at the fancy lettering on the boat: 'Quin' it reads. Sara's scream breaks my thoughts.

"Oh no, Tegan!" I look at her, confused.

"What?" she runs to me with a towel, wrapping my arm. "Oh, that." I refuse to look down at it, shrugging in response to her worries. Trying to smile, "I've, uh, had worse."

"This is a lot of blood!" she's shrieking and adding pressure, my arm stinging from her grip.

"Ow!" I growl and pull away.

"You need to add pressure so it stops bleeding!" I walk over to the water and dip my hand in.

"What are you doing!?" I start lowering my arm into the water bracing for the stinging pain that's about to happen.

"Cleaning it off?"

"THAT'S NOT SANITARY!" Sara screams and pulls me away from the water. She proceeds to pull me onto the boat. "Ted, we can go now." Sara says as we pass him, still dragging me backwards. I catch his horrified look and do a little cocky nod, smirking as Sara continues to pull me to her room by the back of my shirt. We enter the room and she shoves me towards the bathroom.

"Walking backwards is fun." I laugh.

Sara rolls her eyes and smiles a little, grabbing a bunch of bottles and towels from a cabinet. She pulls my shirt off over my head, being gentle to my arm.

"That's a lot of blood!" I squeak, my eyes trained on the shirt. The sight making me feel lightheaded and sick. Oh no, "Saraa..." my voice breaks, "Not again." I manage, before my body gives way and I fall, blacking out.

When I wake I find myself on Sara's bed, all snuggled up with the pillow she used last night. "Stacy, shut up!" I hear talking from outside the room.

"You know you ripped her from her home right?" I hear Stacy.

"Why don't you go shove your nose in someone else's business." Sara's tone is sad. Sitting up, I rub my head. She didn't rip me from my home, it's not a home. Seconds later the door opens and a bright light takes my vision. When I look away the door closes, soon after Sara's hand is on my shoulder.

"Hey, big-tough-wild-girl-who-can't-look-at-her-own-blood." a chuckle leaves her throat. "It's pretty adorable actually." she sits beside me and I look to her winning smile.

"Everyone has their weakness." I make our distance smaller, my hand resting on her thigh, "Mine happens to be my own blood."

Our eyes connect, her pupils dilated a little. Warm breath hits my face as a whimper escapes her lips. She closes the distance. Our eyes close and our lips and tongues slide together. I can't help but feel this fuzzy feeling and a tingle course through my veins.

Seconds later I pull away and open my eyes to find her doing the same, "So, what's your weakness?" I ask. She scoffs.

"I don't have a weakness. Nothing and no one can bring me down." I nod slowly, looking at her with a cocked eyebrow.

"Right, well nice to know."