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A/n: Thanks to the reviewers, new and old and to the people who have favourite/followed the story! Don't be shy, review! Just a FYI for everyone, some chapter titles might not seem to adhere to the for-coming chapter and there is a reason why. "The naïve one" and "The Heartthrob" are nicknames given to certain characters by Hilary, not necessarily in the actual chapter but just in general.

That Girl In Question

Chapter Ten: Bait

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Mayla could smell nothing but wet dog as soon as she exited the limousine. In a flash, she was upstairs, in the doorway to Hilary's room. She could smell Hilary but Hilary wasn't in her room. She walked around the room, noticing the gun she had given to Hilary hours before, on the ground; she picked it up and checked the magazine. Hilary had fired four bullets. "They took her." She said as she read Hilary's notes on her notepad.

Mayla heard Tala sigh behind her. "Are you going to tell Brooklyn?" He asked as Mayla held up the book Hilary had been reading.

"I will have too. He's expecting her tomorrow night." Mayla said as she read the book. "I think we were too close last night and they tracked us back here and we just left them her."

"It's not your fault." Tala said, wrapping his arm around Mayla's shoulders, leaning down to give her a kiss. "I'll call everyone back here. You should go call Brooklyn."

Mayla nodded and dropped the book back onto the desk. "You're right." She said.

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Hilary opened her eyes, coughing slightly as she struggled against the rope that tied her hands to the chair she was sitting on. Where ever she was, it smelt bad, like a wet animal and it was dark and dank. She realised she was in some kind of basement or something like that. Her throat was sore, it felt tight and every time she moved her neck it felt like someone had punched her in the neck. She felt tears well up, she was terrified, even more terrified than the first night she spent locked up in her room after Tala had put in her in there. What was going to happen to her? Would Mayla come rescue her? The tears rolled down her cheeks.

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Tala stood in the middle of the room as he watched Mayla drag a trunk out of her closet. "What are you doing?" He asked. "The sun will be up soon."

Mayla pulled the lock off the trunk and kicked the lid open. "I am going to kill whoever did this." She said, pulling out of a knife. "Come into my house and take something that belongs to me? Not in a million fucking years." She said as she pulled out a gun.

Tala sighed and walked over to her. "There is less than an hour until sunrise, you can't do anything other than work yourself up and you need to keep a clear head." He said, taking the gun out of her hand. "We have until then to work out a good plan, one that will work."

"You're right." She said slowly. The bedroom door banged open. Mayla turned to see it was Kai.

"What happened?" He asked through gritted teeth.

Mayla raised an eyebrow with interest at his concern. "What do you care?" She asked. "Hilary was taken by the werewolves we have been tracking."

Kai stared at her with a blank expression. "I...It doesn't matter whether or not I care, I'm asking."

Tala watched the two of them stare between them. Kai was over a foot taller than Mayla but he knew Mayla wouldn't be a pushover. "You two..."

"Stay out of it, Tala." Mayla said through gritted teeth. "You don't have anything to do with this, she isn't yours, and she isn't your girlfriend, so stay away until I order you to do something."

Kai's jaw muscle flexed. A second later, Mayla was pinned up against the wall by the throat. "Just because she isn't mine, doesn't mean I care."

Mayla lifted her leg, kicking him hard in the stomach, causing Kai to drop her. Tala grabbed Mayla from behind. "Go!" He ordered Kai. "It's the best option." Kai left, slamming the door behind him. "What was that for?" Tala asked Mayla, realising his grip.

Mayla pushed him away. "I can deal with this all by myself, Tala." She said, not turning around to face him. "I don't need you to protect me."

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Hilary jolted awake; not remembering for a moment where she was before she realised she was still in the same dirty, dark room, tied to a chair still. Except there was a girl, with long dark hair wearing tattered clothing sitting across from her, twirling a knife in her hand?

"Oooo Vampire girl wakes up finally." The girl said, her tongue dancing around her teeth. "You smell like them. Disgusting." She said, turning her nose up.

"You don't smell any better." Hilary muttered.

"What was that?" The girl got up, pressing her knife into Hilary's neck. Hilary heard a door open behind her.

Now, now, Mariam. Don't harm the little girl." A gruff voice said.

Mariam looked down at Hilary, pulling the knife away. "You are lucky." She said.

Hilary heard heavy footsteps coming towards her. "Leave us alone." The voice said. Mariam ran the knife in front of her neck before walking away out of sight. "You are...?"

Hilary shook in fear. Was this person going to kill her? Now? She sniffed; she could feel tears in her eyes. "I'm not... I'm not going to tell you." She said in a shaky voice.

The footsteps moved closer until there was large, muscular man who had long straggly hair. "I'm not going to ask again." He said. Hilary couldn't meet his eyes. She bit her lip and shook her head slowly. The man raised his arm and slapped her hard against her face. Hilary re-coiled in pain. Her cheek stung and the tears dropped down her cheek. "Tell me!" He yelled in her face.

"My name is Hilary!" She shouted, crying.

The man leaned back. "Now tell me, why were you in a house that is owned by vampires?"

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Mayla hated the smell of werewolves. Someone, most likely Louise, had tried to cover the disgusting smell up with lemons, but it wasn't helping. She could still smell them. Wet dog, lemons and Hilary. The sun had just gone down. She was glad it wasn't full moon otherwise it would've been suicidal going after them. Hilary had brought nothing but trouble to them since Mayla had brought her back. Mayla wanted to punch herself in the face as a result. She wished she had never invited her to join them. She wished that she would only be meeting Hilary next March to honour Hilary's grandfather's deal. She wondered if maybe a little visit would scare him. She didn't have to tell him that she had Hilary. Even though scaring him would make her feel happy, Mayla thought it was a little pathetic. She wanted to make herself feel better but the only thing that was going to make her feel anything was crushing some werewolves wind pipe into nothing. Mayla picked up a book off Hilary's desk, opening the cover to discover an old photograph of herself and Kai. It was funny how times were much simpler back then compared to now. Mayla scanned the page. It had belonged to that stuffy old watcher of the slayer that Kai and she had killed. Well, technically, Mayla had killed her while Kai had watched on a chair in the corner. Oh Kai and she had many good times together. She heard footsteps coming towards her.

"We're going to start a search." Jasmine said. "We'll be back before dawn."

"Call if anything of importance." Mayla said as she put the photo back inside the book and setting it back onto the desk.

"We will." Jasmine left.

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A/n: I'm so sorry it's short but the next chapter should be filled with good stuff! I promise! And much, much more longer! Please review!