Hey! Really sorry for the lack of updates in all my stories. I will update Where am I? eventually, but I haven't gotten a lot of reviews for it, so honestly I'm not that motivated. If no one's reading it, then what's the point?
But anyways, onto another tangent. I had to take a personality test for school, and I posted the results on my profile. Some of you may find this weird. If that's you, don't look at it. But I'm sure some of you are curious. So ya, it's there if u want to look at it.
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A big thanks to my Beta TheBrightestNight. She's amazing!
Kieran's feet pounded the pavement, his mind focused on the only thing that mattered now: finding and saving Lilianna.
His feet moved with impossible speed, following the trail of her still fresh scent. The pungent smell of her fear, metallic and primal, sent chills racking through his body.
He could feel the cord; thin, yet still present. His heart lifted with hope. She wasn't dead yet. There was still time.
Kieran closed his eyes, allowing the cord to guide him. Her life force filled his senses, his whole body attuned to her presence. He could feel her fear and desperation choking him, could almost taste the salty tears that poured down her face.
He could also sense her stubbornness, her determination to live. She was still fighting.
As long as she hasn't given up hope, neither will I. Kieran resolutely decided, smothering the despair that threatened to overtake him.
The wind whipped against Kieran's cheeks, the pounding of his feet blended into one constant sound. He was running faster than he ever thought he could.
He suddenly stopped. Lilianna was here. He could feel it.
He slowly opened his eyes, his pupils dilating to accommodate for the thick darkness. He was standing in front of a large, rundown warehouse. It looked unstable, the whole building slightly tilted to the right, and all the windows were boarded up with planks of wood. The entire building was grimy and caked with dirt. It looked like it hadn't been used for years.
Kieran stealthily crept up to the warehouse. The strong scent of blood assaulted his nose as he approached, igniting a fire of thirst deep in his throat.
Shit, how bad is she bleeding?
He clenched his fists, resisting the urge to hunt. He needed to save Lilianna, not drink all her blood. No matter how tempting it was.
He slipped inside the warehouse easily; the door wasn't even locked. The inside of the warehouse was just as dirty and rundown as the outside. The room was mostly empty, except for a few wooden crates scattered randomly across it. There was door at the far end of the room.
Lilianna's scent was everywhere. The warehouse was coated in it. There was no way to tell where in the warehouse she was. Kieran tried not to panic at the realization that the warehouse was comprised of three stories, each filled with many rooms.
How am I supposed to find her now?
Kieran figured he'd try the door across from him first. If she wasn't there, then he'd keep looking. He wouldn't stop until he found her.
He crossed the room swiftly. His long, pale fingers closed tightly around the rusty copper doorknob and jiggled it. It was locked. Kieran backed up, bracing himself to break down the door.
Creak.
Kieran froze at the sound of the front door opening.
It must be the kidnapper coming back to finish her off!
Kieran ducked into the shadows, not breathing or moving, his stomach coiled in anticipation for the moment when the identity of Lilianna's kidnapper was revealed.
The tall figure looked both ways before swiftly creeping through the opening.
It was Aaron.
I knew it! That bastard!
He launched himself at Aaron, flying across the room at inhumane speed. Aaron gave a yelp of surprise, crumpling to the ground underneath Kieran. Kieran pinned him to the floor, snarling in his ear. "What did you do to her?"
Aaron struggled, but was unable to throw Kieran off. After a moment of fruitless struggling, he realized it was pointless.
"What are you doing?" Aaron hissed. "Get the hell off of me!" He glared at Kieran, his dark eyes bottomless black holes.
Kieran glowered back with equal fervor. "Where's Lilianna?" He demanded.
"How would I know?" Aaron sneered nastily. "Get off—"
He was cut off by a deafening crash that resounded through the barren room. Kieran whipped his head around. Three people stood framed in the doorway, the door lay in a wreckage heap at their feet.
Kieran was so taken aback that he lost his concentration. Aaron used this to his advantage, slamming his knee into Kieran's stomach, and then delivering a swift kick to his chest. Kieran snarled in pain as he smashed into one of the many crates littering the room.
The three figures advanced upon Kieran. One was a girl; he could tell by the long, lean legs and curve of her hips. She was tall and wore a mask over her face. The other one was tall too, but clearly male. The third figure was short and compact, also clearly male. They all moved smoothly, like hunters on the prowl. It was clear they were all Night People.
Well except for one. The girl with the mask was human. He could smell the blood coursing through her veins.
What the hell?
"What's going on here?" a familiar voice asked.
Kieran's eyes widened as he recognized the figures in front of him.
Quinn!
Ash?
He didn't recognize the girl.
Quinn helped Aaron up, avoiding Kieran's piercing glare.
"What is going on?" Kieran finally asked, slowly lifting himself off of the floor, giving each of them a hard glance. "What are you all doing here?"
They all glanced at each other, communicating silently. Aaron shook his head tightly. Quinn shrugged.
The girl seemed more concerned with keeping her eye on Kieran. Never once did her flashing green cat eyes leave his face. Kieran felt uneasy. She may be a human, but Kieran had the feeling she knew how to fight.
Kieran turned away from the unnerving gaze of the girl and faced Ash.
"Explain," he hissed, his green eyes as hard as emeralds, "now."
Ash must have sensed Kieran's waning patience, because he immediately began to explain, "We're all a part of Circle Daybreak. We've been watching Lilianna for some time now."
"Right," Kieran scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I'm supposed to believe that you two joined Circle Daybreak? You hate humans."
"You're right, they did," Aaron said, his voice thick with hostility. "At least until they met their soulmates."
Ash and Quinn nodded, confirming Aaron's statement.
Kieran's heart twisted with betrayal. Ash and Quinn had joined Circle Daybreak without telling him! What else had they been doing behind his back?
"Keep talking," Kieran allowed, his voice tight with barely constrained anger.
"Wouldn't you rather save your girlfriend?" Aaron asked dryly. "Her kidnapper isn't exactly going to wait until we finish having this chat to kill Lilianna."
Kieran was silent for a while before he spluttered, "That—You—What—" He pinched the bridge of his nose, and then tried again. "I—you—uh."
He was silent once more, trying to settle the internal war that was raging inside him. A part of him wanted to trust the odd trio; after all, he had been good friends with Quinn and Ash almost his entire life.
But they had lied to him.
Kieran felt like his head would explode from all the thoughts rushing through his head.
He needed to decide. Fast. Lilianna's life was at stake.
Kieran closed his eyes briefly, praying he wouldn't regret his decision. "You're right," he admitted. "Let's talk later."
The tall girl stuck her hand out stiffly, "Rashel."
"Kieran," he replied, quickly shaking her hand.
"Time for introductions later," Aaron said, taking charge. "I'm sure the kidnapper has heard us by now. We need to get moving."
He started to stalk towards the door, but Rashel held out a hand to stop him. "We need a plan," she corrected. "I'm sure she's heavily guarded. We need to come up with a way to sneak past all the guards."
Quinn, who had been mute the whole time, spoke up at this. "I know just the way."
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