Time for some nice relaxing drama of the aggressive type. I really enjoy power driven Mary. Please don't kill Alec. See, that's what I said. Collin just isn't listening. Come on. Don't kill him. In case you've forgotten, I do love him. No promises. Your nephew has a serious short fuse. I blame Mary. Now enjoy.

(Also, quick warning. This is a longer chapter to make up for the fact that I have been reusing a lot of stuff from the last two stories and the shorter chapters.)

He'd been aiming for his mother's early childhood. Unfortunately, it didn't always work out how he planned. No. He was thrown into another memory. A memory he had never witnessed from his aunt's perspective.

The large double doors swung open and two people entered. One I hadn't seen in what felt like decades. Alec.

I sat criss cross. I was in the center of the same hall my sister had been forced to sit in. Half her life here and I owned it. I looked at my sister. Each time I saw her it hurt. "Hi again, Bella." Why couldn't I go back? Why couldn't I stay? Alec. I could feel his presence. I moved my gaze to him. The words were difficult for me, "It has been a very long time, Alec. Did you regrow your arm?" I vividly remembered the sight of him in Missouri without his arm. It had been my fault.

"You haven't aged much since I last saw you, Blue." I swallowed as I rose to my feet.

"It's what shapeshifters do. We age slowly when we change forms. The arm?" I needed to know how it was back. It was one of those things I'd always blamed him for.

"You aren't immortal. And I didn't regrow it. I borrowed it off a vampire with a massive ego. He could've been my twin. Well if I didn't already have one." Funny.

I didn't respond to the joke though. What he'd said hurt. The only barrier was immortality. "We aren't immortal." My hand clenched and unclenched at my side, a pained sound escaping me. That was the only barrier. Immortality.

"What are you doing here, Dol? In the ruins of the city that held your sister captive, why are you building an army of abominations?"

It hurt. The words came effortlessly. The facts I knew, the reason I was here and not standing with my sister. "They're the only thing that can stand against whatever it is that is unmaking vampires. Have you not seen? Have you not noticed? Out there. Everywhere else, vampires are being unmade. Not one of mine have been touched. Every single one I have touched is safe. In return for the safety I have given them they are going to help me destroy whatever it is." Why had I known it would work? Why couldn't I let them go? What was doing this?

"Dol, you don't even sound like you! Listen to yourself!" Bella stepped forward and my gaze moved to her. "This doesn't need to be your fight. Please, Dol. Let it go. Stop with this insane army. Join up with Quil. You don't have to go against them. We can all be together."

"I can't." Tears filled my eyes, I could feel them. "I have to prepare. I have to have them ready. I have to be ready to fight." Why was I doing this? Why couldn't I stop? Every ounce of me wanted freedom but I couldn't do it.

"Why? For the love of God, Dol. Why? Why does it have to be you?"

"I don't know!" My hands clenched to fists. I didn't know. That was the painful truth. I didn't know. I had no idea and she would never believe me.

"What do you mean you don't know? That isn't good enough, Dol. You've thrown me into harm's way again. You keep doing it. You keep leaving me with the biggest threat to my life. I don't care if you believe he can't kill me." She was so broken, my sister. I'd done everything for her and all I could tell her was I didn't know. That I had to.

"I have to do this. I have to. I have to defend against it. I have to be ready."

My gaze moved to Alec as he stepped forward so he was next to my sister again. "Blue." The name tore at my heart. The name he'd given me. The name for me.

"Alec…" I didn't know what else to say. His name. Maybe it could break me out. If I said it enough maybe I'd be free. It had been so long.

"Your sister drug me into this. I haven't been involved with anyone from either of the cities in a very long time but I allowed her to drag me into this because she believes in you." Bella believed in me. Believed I would do it. She'd drug the man I loved here in hopes of getting me back.

What I said next was beyond me, almost as though I wasn't speaking, "Maybe that's the problem." I looked at Bella, smiling sadly, before I returned my gaze to him. "I can't leave here. I have to be here."

"Blue, listen to yourself." He moved forward and closed the distance between us, grabbing my arms before I could run. That was what I wanted to do. I needed to flee. He was breaking me. Something inside me told me to run.

"Please." I jerked against him, my voice shook. I couldn't. I needed out. I needed away. Part of me screamed to cling to him but the other half told me, no, get away, don't cave, don't do this.

"Listen to yourself, Blue. Listen to me." Everything around me was gone as he stared into my eyes, holding me there, keeping me pinned, "You're crossing lines. You need to stop. Before it gets you hurt."

"I can't. I have to do this. I need to do this. I need to stop it." Tears filled my eyes and when he leaned into me it was like lightning striking through my very being. The kiss was awkward, it had been so long since I'd kissed anyone, and he was physically so much younger. That part hardly bothered me. Alec. My boy. When we broke apart I whimpered and dropped to my knees, my head dropping against the ground. I wanted to be there. I wanted to be with them. Everything in me screamed to get them out, make them leave. Distantly I felt a hand on mine. Bella. I knew it was her.

"Alec, you can't do this to me." I sobbed out. "I can't make the choice you're asking me to." I couldn't. Except. Maybe, just maybe, I could. Something had snapped with that single action.

There was a brief silence before Alec spoke again. "I'm not asking you to give up on destroying whatever it is that's doing this to the vampires. I'm asking you to stop destroying your relationship with your sister." I lifted my head at that, looking at him then her. My sister. Bella. They were cracking me, tearing me up. "Nothing is more important than family, Blue. I have spent over a thousand years with my sister because nothing is more important than family."

He let go of me and I scrambled back because it was what I'd needed to do. I pulled my hand out of my sister's, though my gaze never left her. "I can't give up on this. I can't." I could. For the first time. I could. I could almost feel it. The chance of freedom that I hadn't had in years, choosing to leave it for them.

"I'm not asking you to do that." Tears filled her eyes and the only thing that kept me from hugging her was instinct. "I'm asking for my sister back. You've avoided me since the moment I woke up. You have only talked to me because you had to. Not because you wanted to. When I woke up I was terrified. I didn't know who I was, what anything was. This girl kept haunting my dreams. This girl with blue hair and ever changing eyes. Even before I remembered you I went on this trip into the outside world, looking for my sister. Then I remember you and you avoid me. Do you have any idea what that is like?"

It hurt. It hurt so much. She'd woken up not knowing who she was. Even then she'd reached out for me. I'd visited her head briefly, just to see, when she first woke up, the words left me without a chance to stop them. "Ten years. I was alone for ten years. I screamed for you. I cried for you."

"I'm sorry." She looked away. "I regret it. I can't change that though." Her apology snapped me free. My sister. I would do anything for my sister. I'd fall off the end of the earth if I had to. I needed her by my side. I would have to give everything to protect her from me. Protect them all from me. I knew it then. I would wait, just a bit longer, it had to happen though.

Collin was glaring at the back of Mary's head, trying hard not to think of Dol's memory as they walked into an old motel room. Emma was clinging to his side nervously. This place had clearly been abandoned, the outside looked like it had been assaulted by years of wind and sand, which, in theory, it probably had. Vegas was ironically one of the livelier areas of the United States, Collin didn't really know why people were stupid enough to return to a city that had been literally wiped off the map but they cleaned it up and returned it to some of its former glory. Maybe it helped them cope, gambling away their life savings. He'd never understand nor care to pry into it.

"We aren't killing him."

"Don't count on it." Collin growled out quietly, shooting an angry glare in Alec's direction as he emerged from the bathroom.

"Nice to see you again, Collin." Alec looked extremely nervous, tension was basically radiating from the boy. For good reason too. Collin had let Alec go before because he needed a message carried out, now the only barrier between the two of them was Mary and even she wasn't sure it was enough to keep Collin back.

"Go to Hell."

"Definitely not as forgiving." He muttered quietly earning a growl from the younger boy.

"Alec, I wouldn't get on his bad side."

"How much further on it can I possibly get?" Alec snapped in response earning a glare from the ancient vampire. "I'm sick of getting blamed for that. I didn't do it. My psychotic sister did and I killed her. I killed my damned sister all because of a girl that I knew would break my heart. She destroyed me, Collin. Your aunt and mother both destroyed me. I lost an arm for her. I risked everything to give them an out in Volterra. I made sure your mother could celebrate her birthday because Blue asked me, even knowing that if I got caught delivering that cake I'd be executed. I'm sorry your family gets dealt the bad hand every single time. I tried though. You all drop the blame on me because my sister is dead but all I ever did was risk myself for your mother and her sister. So you know what, Collin? If I'm this demon that you all keep painting me as." He held up his hands, glaring at the younger male. "Kill me. Do it right now. Execute me."

Following that was a lethal silence, the only sound in the room was Emma's breathing and heartbeat. Collin thought over everything he'd said, every word Alec had spoken had been true. It didn't make up for everything, and he would remind Alec of that fact. Collin wasn't very forgiving, it wasn't in his nature, the problem of this was, there was no worse punishment than leaving the older boy alive. Letting him live in regret for a single mistake. Maybe it was wrong, he really didn't care. Finally, Collin made his way across the room in a flash, picking Alec up by his throat and growling lowly. In the back of his mind he heard Emma, she was yelling for him, Mary hadn't moved or spoken to stop him. Maybe she knew he wasn't going to kill the older boy or maybe she knew she couldn't stop him. Either way, the point was clear.

He held the older vampire up by his throat, glaring at him so hard that, had he had the power, it probably would've killed him. "You hurt my family. You hurt us. You're also right. My aunt, you loved her, she loved you. I've seen it in all of her memories. Every ounce of my being wants to kill you, I should, I have the power to do it and even with your nifty little gift there would be no stopping me. I won't though. Not because you deserve to live, but, because you don't deserve to die. I won't give you the satisfaction of death, Alec. My aunt may have loved you but you didn't warn anyone about Jane." Collin dropped the older boy who rubbed his neck unnecessarily, backing away slowly.

Alec didn't say anything in response to that, either because he knew the other boy was right or because he didn't want to risk the other vampire changing his mind and killing him. Collin didn't care. The message was out there, he had done what Mary had asked and hadn't killed the other boy. Also, there was something deeper, he had seen Alec and Dol. Dol had loved him, it had been broken with no chance of success, but Dol had loved him. She would've never killed him. It might've been an insult to her memory to kill the only man she truly loved. Though he'd never met her, he knew her more than anyone else ever could've. Except maybe his mother. There were some things he simply couldn't know through memories.

"So you aren't going to kill him?" Mary broke the silence, sounding stunned.

"Why is that so hard to believe?" Collin muttered, turning to glare at his sister.

"This is why you're my brother, Collin. You always manage to surprise me." She smiled though it didn't seem genuine. There was that brief flash in her eye, the same thing he'd seen a million times before. It said, "You are so much like your mom."

It left him on edge, ready to strike. The words had left his mouth before he could stop them, "Stop comparing me to my mother or I will kill him." He snapped, growling.

"Stop reading me like a book and you won't have to know I'm doing it." Was his sister's response. "Now that your drama session is over, I've got to go deal with Mele. Come on, Collin."

As he made to move towards the door Emma grabbed his arm, "Wait." She muttered, earning a look from Mary. "You were making an agreement. She distracted you on the boat but you were making an agreement."

Mary growled and Collin had to step between the two of them before the old vampire could lash out at the human for what she'd said.

"I know." He muttered, because he did know. As much it bothered him, he'd realized it. His gaze rested on the human girl who stared at him in complete shock.

"You're going to let her keep manipulating you?" Emma sounded so conflicted. As if that prospect bewildered her.

"It's not her manipulating me. It's my loyalty to her. I can get past…the longing to be human. I don't want to abandon her. Especially when she's right. If I am falling in love, it has to be with a memory. I only see the memories of dead people. I don't really know anyone but my family." The destroying part was he knew who he was falling for. Whether it was the unformed imprint or the fact that she was such a good person who had been handed a terrible fate he was unsure. What he did know was it was Leah.

As if their family wasn't already screwed enough.

"You're giving in? Just like that?"

Collin smiled sadly at the stunned girl before turning, Mary was staring at him with conflicted emotions crossing her expression before they were buried and a smug smile crossed her expression. "I told you so."

"I will kill you, Mary." He glowered at his sister who only laughed, knowing there was no real threat in the threat. She turned on her heels and she skipped out the door, humming quietly as she walked.

"I'll see you later." Emma said quietly but her voice barely registered in his brain as he followed his sister out.

.-~**~-.

This place was a dinner plate for Collin, it tore at him and made it hard for him to breathe. All he could smell was the blood. Vegas was officially the mostly highly human populated area Collin had been in in years, that was including the two airports he'd been in when he'd made his trip to Asia with Bur. If he didn't know better, he would just assume half of America was piled into the city. Mary had a tight hold on his arm as they walked down The Strip. The roads were full of traffic and people. So many people.

"Collin, a killing spree is not an option. Keep your mind off it." The edge in Mary's voice made him realize, it was bothering her too. The world's oldest vampire and she was being bothered by all the humans. Sometimes he wasn't completely sure she fed anymore, but if this was anything, it was proving that wrong. Mary did still have the baser instinctual desire to kill and despite how she acted, it did bother her.

"You're bothered by them?" He asked the question purely to distract his senses, granted it was near impossible because all of his senses were tuned into everything at once. The murmuring of every conversation and every person's heartbeat, the smell of their blood mixed with the sickening stink of the car exhaust.

"Not bothered." Her words wavered. It was a distraction. The curiosity pulling him in and helping him drown out everything else.

"Mary, how often do you feed?"

At first she didn't answer and everything around him started drawing him in again until, finally she spoke. "I don't normally need to feed. The bloodlust for me hasn't existed in thousands of years. When I isolated myself for all those years, I never fed, granted I was being driven mad by isolation but I never moved. I never needed to. I don't do it now because I built up a very potent tolerance to the bloodlust. I feed. When I feel it's convenient. Not because if I don't I will be driven into a crazed state. It has been a very long time since I've felt like this. I know what they're doing. It's not going to work."

"What are you talking about?" He asked as a woman rudely shoved past him, instinctively he jerked around and hissed at her but the woman was already lost in the crowd. So many people. So much blood…right there…all he had to do was-

A hand grabbed his shoulder, "Collin." He jerked his gaze back to Mary, ready to strike. "It's Carmen."

Even with his head clouded with bloodlust he was able to recollect who Carmen was. One of the Head Counsel…she could…what was it that she could do?

"-probably one of my favorites out of the batch. She can amplify what someone desires, from the human experiments it is typically random. Makes them crave alcohol, food, money, sex. For vampires it's basic. It triggers bloodlust. Right now it's pretty low range, doesn't touch me. I figure once she learns to utilize it, it will be a very interesting gift." Mary explaining it to his mother, not his own memory, it was still strong though. It was Carmen doing this. If he could just drown it out…

"Focus on me, Collin. Don't focus on what you want to focus on. Focus on me. My voice. Nothing else." Mary went on and on, rambling about how everything would be okay, talking about the first time she had encountered Brady and how he had saved her life, even when he was nothing more than a human he had jumped into the battle between her and her sister. Of course, Collin had watched this through his mother's eyes. The talking was enough to draw his focus from the blood until they were inside an elevator in a high-end casino. The walls were glass and it was lined with fake gold trim. Mary typed a code into a keypad and the elevator jerked as they began to descend.

The Head Counsel in Vegas resided beneath The Venetian. Unlike how The Volturi had lived, it was a well-lit place, very modernized. Mele, Garret, Carmen, Eleazar, and Kate were the leaders, for the most part. Mary had setup pretty basic rules for the five of them to enforce. They could turn whoever they saw useful. If it got them killed for trusting the wrong person it was their responsibility. In fact, there were only three things they weren't allowed to do. Mary had engrained in them these things. Collin was well aware of them.

Rule one, absolutely no Immortal Children were allowed. No one, excluding Mary herself and him could be under that age line and be a vampire.

Rule two, if any vampire laid a hand on Bella's family, whether it be extended or not, they were to be executed.

Rule three, attempting to overthrow Mary would result in death. No exceptions to the rule.

Mary didn't care if they were revealed, she didn't care about secrecy. All she cared about was the balance and her family.

Now they were riding down an elevator to the bottom floor where The Head Counsel resided. The third rule had been broken and they were trying to send Mary into a bloodlust driven rampage.

There was also the smell.

Faint at first, but slowly more potent. If they hadn't been certain before it was obvious now. The smell of werewolf was potent. Collin didn't like this. There were at least five of them. The three he'd encountered with Bur had been difficult enough but if they had to fight five werewolves, he wasn't certain he would be able to do it.

"Collin, listen very closely." Mary turned to look at him and he looked back at her, they were getting closer to the bottom. "Werewolves do not fight well in close range. If it comes down to that, which I'm now imagining it will, stick to the elevator. Keep inside the elevator. It will give you the advantage."

At first Collin wanted to ask why they wouldn't just take the elevator back up and run. Until it clicked, they would be locking the elevator down. There wasn't going to be another way out. Even if there was, Mary had too much pride to stand down and run. It simply wasn't in her nature.

The telltale dinging of the elevator drew him from his thoughts as the elevator doors slid open.

Mary wasn't one for dramatic entries, not usually. Normally she went for quiet and stealthy entries into stressful situations. Collin had seen that. The only time he'd ever seen her dramatically make her appearance was in Bella's memory of their first encounter.

Now, Mary was making a show, he was awestruck when Mary launched herself out of the elevator, landing in the middle of the large room and cracking the ground around her. Collin had to grip the inside of the elevator to keep from falling over at the rumbling that went through the ground. Everyone in the large room jerked their focus to the girl in the middle of the room.

The Head Counsel never tended to keep guards down there, Collin knew this from experience. The main room was a large dome with pillars running up down the center path that lead to the large table. On the back of the room was a door that lead to some of the other segments. Most the guard spent their time in the city though, watching from the outside for new arrivals. The group gathered there would've been surprising if he hadn't already known.

The Head Counsel was settled into their seats at the large table at the other end of the room. Lining the pathway to the table were six people. Not just people. No. Collin could sense it easily. Six werewolves. They stood and the two Mary landed between didn't even flinch when she hit the ground in front of them. If vampires were statues normally it was nothing compared to these werewolves. It was as if they were in sleep mode, staring straight ahead without moving.

Meanwhile, The Head Counsel looked a little bit frightened by the showy appearance their original had made. Of course they would've been. They knew they had crossed a line. A line they weren't going to survive.

Mary rose to her feet slowly; all Collin could see was the back of her head but she was radiating power.

"It is truly a shame, Mele. I would have assumed you would have welcomed me to the city."

Mele was a shorter vampire with pale skin and light brown hair. Out of all of them, she seemed the least surprised at the arrival of the first. She stood in the center of the group, the middle of the table, the center of power. Except, she wasn't, because Mary was standing several feet in front of her, waiting to strike.

"We did welcome you. Didn't you get it?" Mele feigned innocence, eying the original with curiosity.

Collin was hit with a wave of thirst again. Feed. He needed blood. It took every ounce of his control to focus on the scene in front of him. While Mele looked confident in her position, standing tall, the rest of The Counsel looked wary. Carmen was focused but it wasn't completely there. There was a clear nervousness in her demeanor.

"That little parlor trick? Are you truly going to do this, Mele?" Mary's voice wavered though. However strong Carmen's ability had gotten, it was clearly having an effect on the ancient vampire. It was an obvious fact that they couldn't kill Mary. It wasn't possible. However, the werewolves could take Mary down if they could get the upper hand. Assuming they could turn. Right now they were human. The only advantage they had was that these werewolves seemed to be obliging by natural laws.

"It is time for you to step down, Mer. Your brat brother has been causing problems, making shows of what we are. He is too young. Just because you say doesn't make it so. You aren't a god, Mer. You are just the same as all of us, the only difference being you can't kill us."

Collin had forgotten about that rule. Mary was completely incapable of killing her creations. Not while they were vampires. Of course in turn the vampires couldn't kill her. It didn't stop the werewolves from being able to tear her limb from limb.

There was also the potential original werewolf that none of them knew anything about. The theory was that Mary could only die to family. It was what they all knew. However, something deep in Collin's gut told him that if there was an original werewolf, it held the same power Mary did. It could very well be capable of killing her.

"I don't need to kill you. Not in the least. You keep forgetting, Mele. I am old. I am smart. I have more power running through my pinky finger than you have coursing through the five of you. I also served one of the craziest most power hungry being to ever exist. I saw battle strategy being developed from the beginning. First rule of war is to know your enemy's weaknesses. Every supernatural being on this planet with half a brain knows mine so I make it a point to know my opposition's before I have even arrived."

Collin faintly saw as Mele opened her mouth, probably to respond, however it wasn't where his main focus was. His main focus was on Mary. Mary wasted no time in launching herself forward. Moving before she'd finished her words. It was quick. Faster than the other vampires present would have expected. In no time she was on top of a vampire. Eleazar, Collin remembered clearly. To the other vampires, the action made no sense. Eleazar wasn't a threat. Never had been. However, Collin immediately knew what her strike was for. Mary was in the midst of launching herself to the back of the room when the change hit. The scent. The blood.

The werewolves were all on their knees now. Their heads thrown back as their bodies began changing. Mary was behind the other vampires as they made to move away from her.

Collin was tearing through the room though. He wasn't fully away of the actions as he hit Eleazar.

Carmen's scream filled the air as a bloodlust driven Collin bit into his neck.

Her pulling her influence didn't matter at this point. She did it. When Collin had regained his control he wasted no time, snapping Eleazar's neck and growling at the other vampires as they circled him. All except Carmen. Carmen was broken down, staring at Collin with pleading eyes.

"You killed your mate, Carmen. You could've backed out. I know it hurts. No vampire ever overcomes that loss. It is one of our biggest curses." Mary's tone was childish, taunting. All too knowing. Collin looked between the three standing vampires, taking into account the sound of the werewolves turning. They hadn't fully turned yet. There was time.

"Mar-"

"I've got it! Take care of them!" Mary was a faint sight in his peripheral as she launched past the three vampires closing in on him.

It was almost effortless for him. Killing the werewolf in Asia had significantly boosted his confidence. It had shown him just how strong he could be when he tried. His first strike wasn't for Mele. No. Mele wouldn't die. Not yet. Collin knew better. His first strike was for Garret. He flew from where he was settled. The sound of the two of them impacting each other was loud. Like a crack of thunder. He hadn't expected to hit with so much force. It sent them both flying into one of the walls, when they hit the wall of the underground area everything around them shook, a piece of the ceiling fell, maybe more. The feeling of debris hitting his back was faint, he was more focused on kicking Garret's legs, knocking him down to level. With little effort he grabbed and pulled.

"Behind you!" Mary's voice broke him out of his focus and instinctively he ducked down, just as a hand flew over his head. "-mates-" That was the only word that he heard past the angry snarl that came from behind him.

Kate.

He dove to the side but it wasn't quick enough, a hand grabbed his leg and he let out an agonized shout. It felt like he had been struck by lightning. The most pain he'd felt since he'd been turn. Sharp, staggering, pain.

"Kate has nice little ability as well. It doesn't faze me but other vampires." Mary whistled, "I watched her drop Garret to the ground with a tap of her finger." Of course he'd known that. Internally he cursed himself for forgetting that part of his sister's conversation with his mother. How had he not thought of it?

It took an immense amount of effort but he managed to muster the strength to effectively jerk his leg out of the blonde vampire's grip.

"Corner, Collin!" Mary's voice was panicked. The strong sound of two snarling wolves filled his ears.

The werewolves.

His gaze darted towards the elevator where the door was still open. Faintly he saw the mangled corpses of three of the werewolves, each of them with holes in their chest where their hearts were once at. Mary was on the back of one of the others. Her hands were buried in its fur, and it looked like she was using the grip to control it. Her head was on its back as the wolf stalked towards the other two werewolves. One had its back to her, it was stalking towards him.

All of this information was absorbed in a split second, wasting no time he launched himself across the room, ducking under the large wolflike creature before it knew what was happening. He dove into the elevator and watched in fascination as Mary launched herself off her wolf. It launched itself at the other wolves as she ran to join him.

"Mer." A male voice, coming from the right back door.

Mary stopped dead in her tracks, turning around halfway to the elevator.

"Come on, Mary!" Collin yelled, staring in confusion as a young boy, maybe seven or eight years old, emerged from the door. He had light brown hair and silvery white eyes. It took a quarter of two seconds for Collin to realize that it was a werewolf.

"Vasilii." Mary's voice was a choked whisper.

"Stay, Red. Please, stay." The boy walked forward, the three remaining werewolves stopped fighting and stepped back from each other, sitting as the youngest boy walked forward.

Mary shook her head, backing into the elevator as the young boy continued walking forward. The remaining vampires hadn't moved from their spots. Everything was quiet except for the pounding of hearts and the two youngest people in the room. "You cannot exist. Not now. Not ever." Mary went off into a small shouting of words Collin had never heard but knew had to belong to an ancient language.

Jerking his gaze away her looked up and launched himself up, tearing through the ceiling with ease.

"Let them leave. She'll be back." The young boy's voice rang through as a shaking Mary followed him up.

Every ounce of his being longed to ask her who this Vasilii was but he wouldn't push for that. Not yet.

The two of them took hold of the cable for the elevator and began pulling their way up, Collin only glanced down once and it was enough to tell him that whoever Vasilii was, he had struck a nerve. His sister looked so heartbroken, it was clear she would've been crying if she could. This werewolf…who was he?

As they pulled their way up the sense of dread and pain grew thicker and thicker. They left the city without a fight and made their way back towards Alec, Mary didn't speak a single word. Even when he tried to initiate small talk. Every time he looked at her his heart broke a bit more. In all of his time, he had never seen Mary express that much emotion. Normally she hid behind anger and pain. This wasn't that though. This was pure, unadulterated, pain.

Ooooh. Now I'm curious. Who is Vasilii? Someone. Not saying who. I can guess. Can you now? He's someone she cared about. Wow? What would give you that idea. Shut up. So, guys. I don't do this enough but thank you all for following and favoriting this series. Don't forget to review. It motivates her. I could've said it. People like me more than you. Sure they do. I can prove it! How so? Comment who you like more. If I win I get ice cream. And if I win? I won't shove you in a trashcan tomorrow. … Bye guys!