I rubbed my temples absentmindedly the next day- they were hurting. Michael frowned. 'Whats up?' I sighed and gave in. 'I keep having these dreams... about your brother.' Michaels head snapped up, I couldn't see his expression very well, but I could see he was alarmed. 'Which one?' he asked swiftly, staring into my eyes intently. I frowned. 'The black haired one.' I'd forgotten his name briefly. Michael groaned. 'Elazar.' My frown deepened. 'Is he out too-?' he nodded, looking down. 'My younger brother.' My eyes widened. 'What happened?' Michael asked me. 'In you're dreams?' I was stumped for a second, and then it all came flooding back. 'Hunting. Killing... me.' I said quietly. He sighed. 'He has a gift for getting into peoples heads- be careful, if hes seen you with me, theres no telling what could happen.' I nodded. 'Ok. Elazar equals bad. I get it.' He smiled slightly. 'Come on. I know your dying to know what really happened on the last night.' My eyes widened. 'Will you really?' he rolled his eyes. 'Come on.' We walked out of the mansion together.

'You have to understand- everything was different back then.' He sighed, I carried on walking. We'd left the path now, but he seemed to know where he was going. 'Different?' I asked, confused. He met my eyes with his metallic blue ones. 'To you, it would be called "Posh" the girls wore their hair elegant, and their dresses were magnificent. Everyone was big on manners, and life was pretty good if you were rich like us.' I felt my eyes widen. 'Wow... I never thought of it like that...' Michael laughed. 'To me, it wasn't a big deal. But to my brother and Gabriel, it was.' We passed into the tomb. 'And because of all that, we were sealed away.' He said, sitting on top of his opened tomb. I was confused. 'Why though?' he met my eyes, and I added sombrely. 'For being vampyres?' he nodded. '200 years ago in this town, vampyres were feared, and killed if an opportunity presented itself.' I got that. 'Prosecuted?' I asked, and he nodded again. 'I, my younger brother, Elazar and my elder "brother" Gabriel were the only ones in the area that were attacking and killing on a regular basis- we knew that... and they knew that.' He sighed then continued. 'It was my fault that we were caught- I'd... killed the daughter of the mayor... they were furious, and hunted us down.' I gasped. 'You- ki?' he butted in. 'im not proud of it; ok? It was a long time ago- people change- I've changed. The whole worlds changed' I nodded silently, and he continued. 'They waited until we were drunk and snuck up on us.' He walked over to the smashed up tomb. 'They got Gabriel first- drove an obsidian knife through him and threw him inside and slammed the lid on.' He then looked at Elazars. 'Elazar was furious- he was always the most vicious of us; so they took care of him next. The last thing I saw of him was fighting against the thirteen men who put him inside too.' He closed his eyes. 'Then they left us- buried alive. I never heard Gabriel once, but Elazar wouldn't stop shouting and cursing... at me- he blamed me for it all... and rightly so... but then...' his eyes snapped open, and his eyes unfathomable. 'Years later or it felt like, anyway, Gabriel got out... somehow.' I gasped. 'Didn't he let you both out too..?' but I stopped the sentence when I saw his dangerous expression. 'He didn't.' I whispered, and he shook his head. 'No. neither me nor Elazar... he and Elazar were very close, I think that's what did it for Elazar in the end- he went mad at Gabriel's betrayal.' Michael sighed. 'After a little while, he went quiet- fallen into a trance from blood deprivation... then me. Then you woke us up 200 years later. You know most of it.' He sighed again and walked over to Elazars lid, which was lying 10 meters away; I saw the dents and fist marks on the inside. Michael lent down and ran his hand over them. 'He was always the survivor of the family...' he said softly. Suddenly, a harsh laugh drifted from inside the shadows. 'Wrong, as usual- That was always Gabriel.' I saw Michaels eyes fix on someone behind me, and I spun round. 'Elazar.' Michael said in defeat and recognition, straightening up, and his eyes unfathomable. And I cast my eyes for the first time on Elazar, whom I had heard so much about; He was slightly younger looking than Michael, but still the same as his photo; taller, with messy, bad-boy midnight black hair framing hard lined face. Glittering dark blue eyes stared at me. His stance casual, yet still giving the air of being poised for fight or flight. He was wearing ebony black jeans and just a dark grey button up shirt on top; his shoes were black too. He was gorgeous; even more so than Michael; his photo hadn't done him justice. But, even I could sense it- I wasn't an idiot; he was dangerous…

Elazar walked lithely up past me up to Gabriel's tomb and sat on the edge, crossing is ankles. 'As I was saying.' He said silkily, his eyes on Michael. 'Gabriel never cared about either of us.' Michael sighed. 'I realize that now.' Elazar just glared at him. 'He has a lot to answer for, anyway; which is why im here…' his dark eyes narrowed. 'Hes here.' Michael kinda jerked on the spot, and said sharply. 'Why now? Because we're awake?' Elazar shrugged. 'Dunno; but as soon as he's answered my questions, and im convinced hes telling the truth- hes dead.' Michael groaned. 'Why is it always about killing?' Elazar looked incredulous, and in a flash, he was standing just a few centimeters away from Michaels face. 'I don't know about you… but I hated every-single- fucking minuet in that tomb!' he turned away to kick Gabriel's tomb, breaking it up further. 'He left me there! In the dark. The small space… and the… hunger…' his ash blue eyes fixed themselves on me. 'And having to feed on a slutty girl who my stupid, older brother had just ate from, was just-!' he was beyond reason. 'I do not settle for second best... not now, not ever!' But he finally backed away from Michael. 'Slutty?' I said in anger, and he turned his predators glare on me, a smirk tilting his mouth. 'From what I've seen in your empty head- that seems pretty mild.' I started towards him. 'You bas-!' I yelled, but Michael grabbed me and pulled me back by my jacket. 'No' he warned me; Elazar proper smirked at me this time, and then winked. Michael turned to his brother. 'Picking on the new girls already are we now?' Elazar smirked and laughed once. 'No. I've already had good few- you know; the usual...' he trailed off, and then added. 'Well- 200 years ago that was usual for me. Don't know about now; I need to sample some more new ones.' He winked again at me and bared his two- now pointed- teeth. Without thinking- I shivered. He was obviously hoping for this. He laughed and pointed at me. 'You see? Weak minded and stupid.' He laughed darkly and started walking over to the exit, and I just heard him say before he left; 'I think im going to like you Zara- you're fun.'

I heard Michael sigh. 'Hes not changed at all- hes still the same old arrogant, murdering Elazar.' Then I heard a dark laugh, and Elazars dark voice floated back inside. 'Oh! And I haven't forgiven you Mickey.' Michael let out a long breath. 'Definitely not changed. And I hope to god that he and Gabriel don't meet...' I frowned and stared at him. 'Why?' he met my eyes. 'It'll be a bloodbath. The whole town will get dragged into it- they are too evenly matched... and Elazar is ruthless- he just won't give up... not now.' He stared after him. 'Believe me- I know.' He added quietly.