AN: Sorry i didn't update last week been busy.

Connor: he's full of it. We've been watching Attack on Titan all week.

Me: He's right, it's just been me and Connor. Twyla doesn't like it much...banana

Connor: you know pretty much everything you write in these authors notes is just pointless and nonsensical right?

Me: you make it worse by talking. Roll the clip Cornelius.

Connor: my names not...YOU CREATED ME IN YOUR HEAD HOW THE HELL DO YOU FORGET MY NAME?!

Cornelius- I mean Connor's POV

My body aches from regenerating so much yesterday. I've been sitting in our dark room for about forty five minutes. Everyone else is snoring softly. I've been watching my ghoul sleep, It seems creepy but she looks even more perfect in my eyes when she's having good dreams. Twyla is on the couch with me, her head is resting on my upper chest. She never stopped clasping my hand when she fell asleep though I'm not complaining.

I half heartedly want to go for a run but I decide not to. I'm still wearing the monkey suit from the dance.

I'm the only one awake because its still pretty early. Well late for humans but early by monster standards. I begin to lean over to one side, trying not to disturb Twyla, and dig in my pocket for my phone. The movement causes her to stir slightly in her sleep. I text Guin to come to the room we were given so I don't disturb Twyla or the others when I leave. I know he's awake because he is always up before me. I want to get answers, I'm tired of being in the dark. I also request a change of clothes to get out of this damn suit.

About fifteen minutes after I text him, Guin quietly enters the room and shuts the door. Despite most of our party having enhanced hearing, no one awakens. "Morning..." He tosses me a set of navy cargo pants, a black v-neck, and my leather jacket. I'm surprised by the jacket, but I dont care how he got it.

"...I assume you want answers right? Fire away."

I think about what I want to ask first. "Who were those vampires last night?"

He nods "They are a group of vampires known as the Immortals. Not a very clever name if you ask me. The MDA's main goal right now is discovering what they're up to and stopping it."

"What's it like now that they've occupied Salem?"

"I...don't know..."

I roll my eyes. He stares at his boots when he lies. "You're lying. Tell me the truth."

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. "Okay I know... But I can't tell you for security reasons. All I will say is its not ideal, but the people there aren't being killed in the streets anymore."

"Fair enough." I say checking on Twyla. She's still sleeping with a small smile on her face.

"You care for her deeply don't you?"

I nod smiling as I direct my attention back to Twyla's sleeping form. My cold flesh feels warmer in her embrace.

"Well it's blatantly obvious. What's your next question?"

I look back at my uncle, my mind reverting back to our conversation. "I've figured out both you and Samuel work together. But how is it I've never heard of the MDA, or met Samuel before this year."

He sighs "What you need to understand is this. The MDA's existence is not classified knowledge, but no one is supposed to look at someone's face and say they work for us. The only reason there are refugees in this facility is because the Immortals were very extreme. Drastic times call for drastic measures."

"If its so secret why do hundreds of people now know what the agents look like? And who the hell are Bleach and Viper?"

"We never took off our masks did we? The only reason you knew it was us was because you know us personally. As for our code names well...they're code names..."

"Why Bleach and Viper?" He pulls up a chair next to the couch and sits in it.

"In the MDA when someone becomes a full fledged agent, they are given a call sign or code name that is given by their teammates. They're mask is also painted by their teammates. Bleach got his because he spilled some on one of his suits. He spent an entire briefing with a huge stain on his chest, no one said anything and he didn't draw attention to it. As for mine, well I'm a little afraid of snakes. So they named me after one. Part of becoming an agent is having your souls bonded. To do that you go into a fear landscape and help the other person face their fears. Samuel laughed when he found out one of my greatest fears was snakes and dubbed me viper."

I nod satisfied "Ok...how does Blackjack know Samuel?"

"The MDA is comprised of agents of various backgrounds that deal with combat and monster hunting. Typically Phoenix hounds are used by monster hunters against particularly irritable critters that have a weakness to fire, and even ones that use fire, due to their natural heat resistance. So the MDA heavily uses them because they are good for tracking, and are easier to tame and train than hellhounds. Every team of agents has at least one. I was permitted to keep Blackjack at home with you and I."

"So whenever you told me Blackjack was hunting?"

"He was usually with us on a mission."

I sigh. This is kind of a shock learning all these secrets about my uncle.

"Why did you take all these measures for my safety? Teaching me not just self defense, but bonafide military combat tactics, having our minds partially linked so you can check up on me, giving me a freaking WAR DOG for my birthday? Not that I don't love Blackjack it just seems a little strange is all!"

Twyla swats my arm and mumbles drowsily. "Stop yellin you *YAWN* woke me up..."

I wince "Sorry babe. I didn't mean to wake you..."

She snuggles up to me and falls back asleep.

Guin leans onto is knees as if trying to decide if he should speak. "Ok listen carefully because I will not repeat this. Only I, Bleach, and a VERY small part of the brass, know what the Immortals are after and why they invaded New Salem and all the towns around it. They want YOU."

I'm a little confused. "They want me? Why? I'm only an average vampire..."

He scoffs. "You're far from average. Have you ever seen any vampire with eyes that work like ours?"

"No, I guess not."

"You'd be right. Our family has a special ability that makes us very powerful. Our eyes. When they get to the final stage, the purple pentagrams, we can accurately predict whats going to happen around us in a fraction of a second."

"So it's like the sharingan from Naruto?"

He squints at me "The what? Is that some new age slang?"

"No, sorry."

"Alright, anyway you and I are the last of our family, so were the only ones with this ability. But YOU are the only one with your power."

"What is the power you're talking about?"

"That red energy. I don't know much about it. How, or why it works, what exactly it does, where it comes from, are all mysteries. All I know is the Immortals want it, and I know a little bit about our family history to know that if you lose control of that power the result will be...absolute destruction. Or at least that's what I gathered from the book I read after you discovered it for the first time. I just know it isn't good. Its even worse now because the red energy appearing means you'll lose control a lot more easily. But recently I've learned how to make it easier to control for you."

I'm very intrigued now. "I'll bite, what is it?"

He just points at Twyla's sleeping form. "You, Her...and this." He pulls a small leather bound journal from out of his black duster.

"An...old book...and my girlfriend are going to help control my powers? What are you going to blend the book up with her hair and rub it on me?!"

Twyla jerks awake and glares at me with her arms crossed. If looks could kill... "Uhh...sorry babe." She keeps glaring at me and scoots to the other side of the couch. "Twyla! I'm-" I say loudly trying to apologize.

Howleen groans from the other side of the room "Shut the hell up! My god, it's like five PM..." She throws a pillow which heads straight for Guin's head. He moves his head out of the way and let's it sail toward me. It bounces off the wall after I duck.

I speak much more quietly now. "Twyla, I am sorry I woke you up..." She just glares at me more but she sighs.

"Oh Come here." She tackles me on the couch in a hug. I get lost in her lilac orbs as she straddles me. I focus all my energy in NOT getting a hard on. She gets a look of frustration on her face. "Damn it. Why can't I stay mad at you?" She starts chuckling at what she said.

I look up thoughtfully. "Because I'm good looking, charming, charismatic, intelligent, witty, and extremely humble?"

"Well I won't lie you are good looking..."

"So you only want me for my body? Twyla I'm hurt." I say my words dripping with sarcasm.

"No I love you for you. It's only a bonus that you're good looking too."

Did she just...? "Wait...you love me?"

She nods happily. "I'm pretty sure I do."

I can't help but smile, showing my fangs. "I love you too."

"I know...you say that like you've been holding it in...you told me last night right before you crashed."

I don't remember saying that... I look at her confused and I open my mouth to speak but her lips meet mine and my breath that I never use is taken away. After the kiss is broken apart, Twyla shifts on my lap so her back is against my chest. She closes her eyes like shes going to fall asleep again. In the process, she brushes against a spot on my lap that...grows.

She looks at me, a little surprised. "Is...is that what I think it is...!?" I nod smiling nervously. "Umm...wow..." She looks at me blushing, but then her blush disappears and is replaced with a playful smile. That doesn't help with my excitement, quite the opposite in fact.

"...Do you...want me to get rid of that for you?" I don't believe what I just heard. I'm loving this, don't get me wrong, but I just NEVER thought I would hear something like that come out of Twyla's mouth...

"God...you have...NO idea what you're doing to me Twyla..." I groan shifting her in to a more comfortable position. She giggles and pecks me on the lips.

"I kind of do have an idea...I'm kind of sitting on it."

"Oh for fangs sake! Get! A! Room!" I hear Clawd yell, removing the pillow from his ears and throwing it. "you guys actually woke me up! I've never smelled so much sexual tension before!" I had actually forgotten about him and Howleen.

"Oh like you and Draculaura don't do the same thing in public!" I yell smirking.

Howleen gets up out if bed, still in her pajamas, and begins to storm out of the room.

"Howleen? Where are you going?" I say getting a look of utter confusion on my face.

"I'm going to go find some train tracks because it will be much quieter and I can maybe GET SOME SLEEP!" Clawd shrugs and follows his sister.

"What's her problem?" I ask looking at Twyla for answers.

She sighs "Oh she's just tired, Howleen loves her sleep...I woke her up early once and she didn't talk to me for a week."

*ahem*

Oh right Guin is here too.

"Are you quite done? By the way have you and Twyla forgotten her father is a trained killer?"

I look at her with fake shock on my face. "Is this true?" I don't really care that her dad could probably kill me without even thinking about it. In fact most of the agents in the MDA could probably kill me just from muscle memory...is it bad that I'm not the least bit phased by this? I feel like I should be worried.

"ENOUGH! As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by hormonal teenagers, I have an idea of how we can get Connor's powers under control."

Twyla's eyes light up with excitement. "That crazy red energy that fried one of those soldiers? how? I thought you said when he uses it he blacks out and can lose control of his body?"

I remember waking up holding the charred corpse. The second person I've killed. I shouldn't have done it. I don't care if they were evil. I shouldn't have killed them.

No. You did the right thing. They endangered her. They harmed her. You must kill anyone who wishes to harm her. Anyone.

Twyla notices me spacing out and realizes what she said. "Oh god...Connor...I'm so sorry..."

"What? You're fine. I'm not going to get mad at you because accidentally brought up a touchy subject." Honestly I'm a little surprised when she apologizes. Normally when I'm silent after someone says something, I'm okay with what they said. If I'm not okay with it, well...they know VERY quickly.

"I still feel bad."

I brush some hair out of her face. "Don't feel bad. I don't like it when you frown. Besides it takes a lot to get me mad." Oh that is such BS. It only takes one. little. Push. Usually it's when a friend gets pushed. I don't give a shit what people think about me, but when you hurt someone I care about...and I seriously say this for your own safety, ...just run.

We just stare at each other for about ten seconds, Though staring into her eyes feels like an eternity.

*AHEM*

"What?!" I growl deeply at my uncle. Wait...where did THAT come from?

He crosses his arms and gets an annoyed look on his face. "Well I've been trying to convey important information to you..." he makes eye contact with Twyla and winks at her. Not sure why but it makes me feel uneasy.

He glares at me. "...But it seems you just want to spend time with this little bitch."

I feel my eyes change, it feels like I'm squinting exceptionally hard when they change. Judging from the intensity they're in the final stage.

As my mind processes his sentence. I'm filled with irrational anger.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU CALL HER?!"

He looks at me calmly. "I said, Twyla. Is. A. Bitch. You should really calm down, you might scare her." He walks toward her, stares at her for a second, and slaps her causing her to yelp. "See? Told you. I thought you taught her self defense? You obviously didn't do a good job." I turn my attention to my ghoul, who's holding her cheek. I try to move her hands but she won't let me. I see tears start to form in her eyes when she looks at me.

I turn back to Guin, who has started grinning like an idiot. His smile disappears as I start chuckling, than laughing. Than I begin to bellow with insane laughter that comes from absolutely no where. My laughter begins to die down a little.

*heh* he*hahmmhmha* "You...shouldn't...have..*Heh*...

...Touched ...her... you bastard..."

I feel my fangs grow longer and I begin to stand up. I carefully lift Twyla off of me and set her down. She looks very calm, and surprisingly, Guin didn't leave a mark. My hands erupt with a glowing red aura. It begins to spread over the rest of my body until I'm fully engulfed in it. I may be telling you this but my mind is focusing on one thing.

Hurting him, for hurting Twyla. I'm going to break every damn bone in his body.

Then I'll let him heal and do it all again. And again. And again. And again! And again! And again!

The aura, and my vision, starts turning a darker, darker, darker, darker, darker, darker, red.

I stare at Guin for what seems like an eternity. I hear the angry crimson aura around my body crackling with energy as my blood boils. He just stands there, a bored expression on his face.

I sprint toward him and focus all my energy into my fist so I can drive it into his skull.

Twyla's POV

Connor and Guin just stand there staring at each other. Connor's shadow is going nuts! It keeps changing shape rapidly but never taking any definite form.

My boyfriend is completely cloaked in red energy. Something that hasn't ever happened, even when I was attacked. I'm scared right now, not because I'm afraid of Connor, but I'm afraid of what this is doing to him.

Even when it was only on his hands, for MAYBE two minutes, it left them badly burned and blistered. It had looked like he had held a firecracker in his hands, lit it, and held his hands closed as it went off. What will it do covering his entire body? Do I even want to know?

Those thoughts are pushed from my mind as he twitches and I teleport in front of Guin. As planned, Connor doesn't hit me.

He gets close though, his fist is inches from my face. His long fangs and all his other pearly whites are exposed by an angry snarl.

I keep my face stern and calm. He just stays frozen in this position, staring at me with a blank expression. His eyes meet mine. I never noticed how beautiful they look in this form, the way they glow through the angry red hue. He hesitantly lowers his fist and the energy around him slowly turns into a soft green.

I soften my expression and bring my hand up to touch his face, but he backs up quickly.

He looks like he's struggling to speak. Finally he chokes out a single word as he gestures frantically to the aura surrounding him. "H-hurts." He points to me and touches his face, then he shakes his head. His voice is much deeper, and rattles slightly when he speaks in this form.

I smile softly at him "It's okay. It won't hurt me." He nods slowly as I cover my hand in protective shadows and begin to caress his face. He grabs it and holds it there, moving into my hand with his face. He does that for almost a minute.

Ok what's going on? Guin said at this point Connor should have been pacified and blacked out...

Connor gently removes my hand from his face and gets between me and Guin, guarding me protectively. His aura turns red again.

"Sorry Twyla. I must have made a mistake or misinterpreted the text...well time for plan B I suppose." He says probably knowing something would have gone wrong. That REALLY makes me nervous. I don't think he understands the gravity of the situation.

But when I see his calm face, the way he carries himself in front of Connor...as if he's done this a thousand times and isn't worried it will make Connor worse...

I have complete confidence in his plan. I nod signaling I'm ready. Connor looks at both of us with a curious expression.

Connor shrugs and returns his attention to Guin. His muscles tense up as he readies him self to charge him.

"NOW!" Guin yells as his eyes change. Connor starts to move and my eyes start glowing as I pin him to the wall with shadow chains. He is held there struggling with all his might. He left a substantial hole in the wall of our apartment, it's a good thing we have one of the rooms on the outer wall.

Guin pulls out a custom modified hand held tazer and starts walking toward Connor. He struggles even more and I'm afraid he'll strain himself. Guin charges up the tazer and sighs "Sorry I have to do this boy." I turn away and wince when he presses it to Connor's neck.

Connor starts growling as his muscles convulse. He finally blacks out from the pain. Guin must have had this made specifically for Connor...or an angry rhino.

I gently set him down on the ground using shadows. The energy rapidly dissipates, leaving his body covered in wounds that begin steaming as they heal. Guin checks his eyes, those are back to normal as well.

Clawd and Howleen, along with Draculaura, Duece, and Cleo walk through the door at that moment. The room is an absolute mess of dry wall and the carpet has burn marks from where Connor stepped.

As they walk in Clawd starts to speak. "Hey guys. What did...we...miss...?" He looks around the room with his mouth hanging open. He's joined by everyone but Howleen

Howleen brushes past him. "We got breakfast from the creep-oops I mean the CAFeteria." She says cafeteria with a mocking voice. She probably got corrected by someone here, even though most of the people are monsters, were still expected to speak like normies. It's easier to just speak like them than get in an argument with one who thinks they're superior to us.

"Ummm...is he okay...?" Deuce asks, sounding very confused. Probably like everyone else.

"He's fine, he had a little temper tantrum. His uncle and I..." I gesture to Guin who waves to the group as a whole "...Were doing an experiment without Connor's knowing about it."

"What exactly did you do to him?! There is a hole in your wall and he's unconscious! And Howleen why aren't you the least but surprised?!" Draculaura yells at us like we're crazy.

Guin spoke nonchalantly "Oh nothing much. I pissed him off by calling Twyla a bitch and pretended to hit her..." He taps his chin thoughtfully. "...You know I hate using that word, bitch, why did we decide on that again?"

"Because Connor hates that word too. It had more impact when you called me one."

"And I was in on it." Howleen admits with a shrug.

"Why did you do that to him? I mean, he irritates the crap out of me, but this seems kind of cruel."

Connor did something a while back that pissed her off...I think he kept bugging her to teach him magic which she declined to do but I'm not sure.

Guin speaks again. "Well as all of you know Connor has...a very short temper. Few things set him off, but the few things that do, do so quickly. When he gets exceptionally angry, frustrated, stressed, or basically has any excess amounts of negative emotion, he produces this...energy that surrounds him, what exactly it does is still a mystery. But I believe it is some kind of old and powerful magic. He's had progressively more trouble controlling his power and it would be VERY bad if he lost control completely."

"How bad would it be?" Howleen asks with curiosity in her eyes.

"You ever see Godzilla? Think that, only compacted into a vampire who's 6'1 and weighs 153 pounds."

He begins pacing back and forth, stopping every once in a while to check Connor. "Until recently, the only way to calm him down after he gets too angry has been to incapacitate him however I could. I noticed last night during the invasion that when he would have lost his composure for the second time, he was instantly calmed by Twyla's touch. Granted he wasn't completely cloaked in his red energy and he still tried to kill our prisoner..." I notice Howleen and Clawd stare at the floor with a mixture of grief and anger. "...But it was just a theory. Obviously getting the energy to appear and having her touch him didn't work."

"Uhhhh..." Connor starts to shift slightly on his bed of debris.

"Connor!" I yell running to him and kneeling over him.

Connor's POV

My ears are ringing and I'm blinded by the lights of the room as my eyes open. "Uhhhh..." My eyes fully open and I see Twyla leaning over me smiling.

"Glad to see you're awake. That was some meltdown you had."

Oh no. No, no, no, no, no!

I completely over reacted. I didn't blackout when I got mad, but my memory of the "meltdown" was fuzzy at best.

"What?! Did I hurt anyone?" Twyla and Clawd help me stand up. They let me stand on my own, but my vision gets blurry and I fall to my knees.

"Babe just lay down." She tries pushing me down but I resist.

"No I have to-"

"YOU LAY DOWN THIS INSTANT!" Draculaura yells stomping her foot. I obey the command, mostly out of shock.

"Jesus Laura! Blow out my other ear drum why don't you!" I begin rubbing my ear half jokingly.

"Thank you for staying put." She says sweetly.

"You're welcome. Now Twy, tell me EXACTLY what just happened. Also Guin? Remind me why I want to punch you. I can't remember." I made it sound like I did, but I really don't remember. The urge to is there, but it's easy to ignore.

Twyla is the one who tells me what happened, while she's doing it she stares at the floor. "Last night while you were sleeping, Guin and I came up with a way to test a theory he had. He theorized that if you're powered up and I come in contact with you than you'll be pacified."

"So you thought the smartest course of action was to have Guin call you a bitch and pretend to hit you?" She looks at me and nods sheepishly. Probably realizing how silly it sounds.

"You two realize I wanted to KILL Guin right? What if your plan didn't work?! I could have hurt both of you!"

She grabs my hand which puts me at ease. "You could have but didn't. We had everything under control so calm down."

Guin nods agreeing with her. "Yes. Connor we gambled a little bit, but you are absolutely incapable of hurting her. You proved that to me today. Besides I've sparred with you enough times that I know your fighting style like the back of my hand. I can hold my own."

"Okay, I trust you. Just one thing..." I look both of them I the eyes so they know I'm dead serious. "...Do NOT ever do that again. On a different note I never knew you two were such great actors..." I sit up, ignoring Twyla's protests. "...How'd you make yourself cry?"

She sighs giving up on making me lay down on my back. "I'm just good at acting I suppose."

"And you've never tried out for plays or anything? You both had me completely convinced. Obviously you knew that." I give Guin a dirty look knowing full well he was the ring leader, not Twyla. He takes the hint and casually walks out nodding at our group before closing the door. Everyone present finds seats around the room. Clawd and Draculaura sit on his bed, Howleen is on her bed, Deuce and Cleo are sitting on the couch, and Twyla is still kneeling next to me.

"You know I have stage fright...the only reason I jumped on stage at the dance is because I was overcome with emotion. Any other time I would have just melted into the shadows..."

"Hmmm..." I say, focusing more on my empty stomach. I don't know how I've been able to control my hunger. I've only had that small amount of blood from Guin...and even that was only the synthetic crap...

"Connor! CONNOR!" *sigh*

I'm brought back to reality by a flying bagel hitting my forehead. I watch it fall to the floor, roll slightly, and settle.

"What?" I say innocently, my eyes scanning the room for who threw the bagel. Twyla has a look of irritation on her face.

"What do you want to eat? The only stuff they had was fruit, oatmeal and bagels." Clawd informs me in between bites of an orange.

"Can you hand me a bagel? Preferably one that wasn't tossed at me and is currently residing on the floor."

"Sorry that's the last one." Twyla goes back to munching on a bright red apple.

I sigh, tired from my recent excursion and my stomach still growling. I don't really want anything else plus I need to get some blood. I stand up and grab the clothes I knocked on the floor when I powered up and head to the bathroom to change.

I come out in the fresh clothes and discard the suit by wadding it up and setting it on the top of the couch, mostly to annoy Cleo who still finds me slightly irritating. "Guys I'm gonna go on a walk... I'll catch up later." I kiss Twyla on the forehead and as I head towards the door Clawd and Howleen look at each other and nod standing up and walk towards me. "What are you guys doing?"

"We're done eating..." Clawd gets close to me and barely whispers in my ear. Judging from what he says, he didn't want Draculaura to hear. "...and we need to talk about our 'new friend' away from our more...compassionate friends ." My eyes widen slightly, which Twyla notices with a look of suspicion on her face.

I nod to the two wolves in front of me and head out onto the balcony outside the door. I'm obviously curious as to why they wanted to talk to me. Sure I'm still grieving, but I'm trying not to show it for Twyla's sake. We walk into the area where the speech was held and sit down against a brick pillar. "Ok guys, were all alone what'd ya want to talk about?"

Howleen speaks sitting across from me while Clawd leans against the pillar. "Ok so obviously the three of us took Clawdeen's death hard. We haven't told anyone other than Draculaura about her." She glares at Clawd, who winces slightly under her gaze. "Even she wasn't supposed to know but mouth of the south here blurted it out when he saw her."

"What was I supposed to do?! Clawdeen was her best friend!"

I noticed some people staring at us from across the room. "Never mind whats done is done. Anyway the reason we wanted to talk to you is because...ok look those of us who know about it are upset to say the least. The three of us are the only ones angry about it though."

"Loving the sword but I can't find the point." The hell did I just say?

"What? What does that mean?"

"Never mind what do you need me for? Are we just going to sit here and be angry about it?"

"No..." Howleen stands and pulls me to my feet with ease. "...The three of us are going to blow off some steam."

My eyes dart between them for a good ten seconds. "Ok...and how are gonna do this?"

A mischievous smile appears on both of their faces. "Well in case you hadn't noticed...there aren't any activities here good for blowing off steam. We can't fight anyone on account of all the guards."

Clawd steps away from the pillar "and I highly doubt that we will find enough booze to get us all drunk."

I shift my wight between my legs and start cracking my knuckles, a nervous habit of mine I picked up a couple hundred years ago. "I REALLY don't like where this is going guys...aww what the hell lay it on me."

"We're gonna sneak back into New Salem so we can find something to do."

I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh loudly. "Ok look...there's a shit ton of wine at my house. I'll go with you guys but only on a few conditions."

They look at me with eager eyes awaiting the rest of my sentence. "One: we DO NOT pick flights with the immortals. Two: we go in, get drunk and leave, it should only take a couple hours. Three: DO NOT tell Twyla. The real reason I'm going is so I can get real blood and not synthetic shit but she doesn't need to know. It will make her worried."

"That all?" Clawd says with crossed arms. I nod at them and we begin walking toward the main entrance to sneak out.

Vampires aren't very religious creatures, what with the whole crucifix thing, but I pray to god Guin and Twyla don't find out.

As we sneak out the main door and past the two guards I get a feeling this won't be so simple.

AN: I might put this story on temporary hiatus but I have every intention of finishing it. If you don't hear from me in three months I'm dead.

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