Here is the next chapter. Not much to say, except THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! Seriously, you guys make my day. The story is getting really long, so I'm starting to close to and end. I hope it will only take a few more chapters. Please read and review to tell me what you guys think! -Molly Rose

"Ughhhh," I groaned. Why does my head feel like my brain exploded? I thought. What happened? I tried to open my eyes, but the pain in my head was unbearable and my eyelids just fluttered slightly. I tried to move my fingers, but my hand brushed up against something else. Another cold, hand.

And just like that, everything came rushing back. Brysdon and I meeting by the waterfall, and then him leaving. Then Diane came and we were talking. Then...

Oh no. Vampires. Lots of vampires that fucking knocked me out. My head still throbbed, and I tried to open my eyes again. Where was I? Where's Diane? I started to move again, but then the hand I felt before clutched mine.

"Do. Not. Move." Diane whispered in my ear, "Pretend you're still asleep." I had no idea what was going on, so I just stopped moving and didn't open my eyes. I heard her rough breathing, which I thought must have had to do with the fact that she was scared, because she really didn't need to breath that hard as a vampire. I was in a sitting position, and my back was pressed up against a cold, hard wall. I guessed I was sitting on the ground and I knew my feet were splayed in front of me. They felt cramped from not moving, but I didn't want to risk the chance of moving now.

I heard footsteps coming from above us. We must be in a house, I thought. The footsteps were loud and heavy and they were coming down a set of stairs. I made sure my body was still, and that my breathing was slow and deep to make it look like I was still knocked out. I heard a door open, and sets of footsteps came in and shut the door behind them. I knew there was more than one, but I couldn't tell how many people came in.

"They're still knocked out," a familiar, thick-accented voice said. Logan.

"Hmmm," I heard someone else say, "How hard did you hit them, Logan?" The voice that spoke was deep and definitely male.

"I didn't hit them, Tyson," Logan said, "Katrina and a few others came from behind and bashed them. It was hard though, I thought she might of had killed them, even if it is a vampire and a werewolf."

"They've already been knocked out for a couple of hours, they'll probably wake up any time now," the voice, Tyson, said.

"What are we going to do with them when they wake up?" A third voice said.

"I think we should just kill them," Logan complained.

"We're not killing them," Tyson said, "Yet."

"How long do you think it's going to take for the others to realized they're gone?"

"They're probably in a panic by now looking for them," Tyson replied calmly, "But they won't find us. Unless Logan did something as stupid as leave a bread crumb trail, it will take a long time for them to get to us."

"And by then we'll have everything planned out," the third voice said again.

"Well," Logan said, "Diane hasn't changed much. When we got there she was whining to the werewolf chick here."

"Thanks, Tyson," I heard Diane say dryly from beside me. I panicked for a second, not knowing what to do. Should I pretend to wake up like her? Should I still stay asleep? My breathing picked up a little, and I felt Diane reach down and squeeze my hand really hard. I got the message.

"Ah, Diane, glad you could join us," Tyson said. Tyson. That sounded so familiar. Oh! I thought, as things started to click together. Tyson was Greg's brother, the rightful heir to the throne who ran away! Oh my god! Tyson was in charge of this!

"I would say I was glad to be here, but, well, I'm not," Diane told them. Hey, that's something I would have said! "Hello, Logan. Hello, Devin."

"Hello, Diane. I've missed you," Logan said sarcastically. Well, at least it sounded sarcastic, his thick accent made it hard to tell.

"Hello, Diane," the third voice said. That must be Devin. His voice was deep like Tyson, yet was firmer. I wanted to open my eyes so bad, because I knew who Devin was.

"My parents had three kids, my brother, Devin, then me and then my sister Amanda. Devin and I never got along when we were younger, and he always hung out with his friends, Logan, and Tyson..." I remembered Brysdon saying.

This was his older brother; the brother that ran off with his friends and who Brysdon's dad still resented him for. I was pulled out of my thoughts again when I heard footsteps walk toward us. I knew someone must have knelt down, because their scent grew extremely strong all of a sudden, and I could here their almost non-existent breaths. I felt a cold hand graze my cheek, and I almost shivered at the touch, but I managed to keep still. My head was leaning back against the wall, and was slightly tilted to one side.

"This is her, correct?" I heard Devin say. "The girl who Brysdon saved from you and Sheldon."

"Yep," Logan said, "That's the bitch."

"Her name is Rose," snapped Diane. I knew she was only defending me because she didn't like these guys, but still, it was kinda nice.

"She's a beautiful girl," Devin said quietly. The floorboard squeaked and his scent was not as strong now, so I knew he had stood up.

"Ugh, what else is new?" Diane complained. I heard someone snicker, and my curiosity got the best of me. I figured there was no point of me pretending to be knocked out anymore, so I started to move a little. I rolled my head back so it was resting completely on the wall now and groaned a little. My head was still throbbing, but it didn't feel like I would die anymore.

"Look," I heard Logan say, "She's waking up."

It was an effort to try and get my eyes open, but they finally fluttered open and I took in my surroundings. The room we were in was dark and very small, with only a small light on the ceiling to see from. The walls were a dark wood, and the ground was gray cement. There was one door on the opposite wall and it was made from the same dark wood. Diane was sitting in the same position as I next to me, and the three men were standing a few feet in from of us. I recognized Logan first, and he was standing in the middle of the three. He was the smallest, but still at least 5'll. His dark brown hair was cut short, and his red eyes were staring straight out me.

The man on the left was who I guessed to be Tyson, because of his dirty blond hair. He had the same blue eyes and oval shaped face as Greg, but his eyes had a red hint to them. Of course he was gorgeous, and he was taller than Logan by a couple of inches. His high cheekbones made him look older than the others, but I knew they had to be close in age.

So that meant Devin was the man on the right. He was shorter than Tyson, but taller than Logan. Devin's hair was dark and cut in a buzz cut, and his eyes were the same green-black as Brysdon's, (although they had the red hint just like the others). The thought of Brysdon made my chest ache, so I tired to put it to the back of my mind. Focus, Rose, I told myself. Devin, like his younger brother, was extremely handsome at first sight, but also very scary. The difference though, was that Brysdon was sort of a controlled scary, while Devin looked like he was just barely controlling his anger. His jaw was clenched and his muscles rippled slightly when he noticed me looking him over.

"Ah, Rose, thanks for joining the party," Logan said. I just glared up at him and tried to adjust my position. My ass was numb and my legs were cramped, but my arms were so weak I could barely sit my self up again. I stretched out my legs and let out of sigh of relief.

"Hello, Rose," Tyson said, stepping forward so I could see him more clearly, "My name is Tyson."

"Hello, Tyson," I said. I thanked God that my voice didn't squeak. "You must be Greg's brother."

I honestly didn't know what kind of response I would get from my comment, but I thought it would be fun to see. They all looked slightly surprised, but Tyson actually flinched. I'm pretty sure I was the only one who saw it.

"I'm surprised he told me about you," he said calmly, his expression controlled.

"He didn't," I said quietly, and then I looked at Devin, "Brysdon did." It clicked to him in that moment that I knew who they all were, and Devin just continued to stare back at me. Then he took two steps forward and knelt down in from of me. I leaned back against the wall further, but he just leaned closer into me.

"From what I've heard," he said darkly, "My younger brother seems very fond of you." I didn't know what to say back, so I just remained quiet. "It would be a shame if something happened to a pretty girl like you," he said, and tucked a strand of hair back behind my ear. It was a sweet jester, but his eyes were so dark and menacing that it took all my strength not to start shaking. He stood up swiftly and looked down at both of us on the floor, before turning around and walking out the door. I tried to see what was outside of the door, but he opened and closed it so fast I couldn't see anything.

"Unfortunately, ladies," Tyson said, "I can't take the risk of just leaving you here unguarded, so I'm going to have to leave some of our men outside of your door. Now, I'm just going to warn you, we're giving you a privilege of not being tied and gagged in here. If you try and escape in any way, I will take the privilege away, understood?" He looked at both of us for a response, but neither of us said anything. "Good," he said, and then turned around and left the room with Logan right behind him. It was silent in the room for a few minutes after they left. Only the sound of occasional footsteps could be heard from upstairs, but either than that it was quiet.

"What do you think they want with us?" I whispered to Diane quietly. No one was around, but I still felt like I had to whisper to her.

"I don't know," she said back in a quiet voice. "Maybe they'll use us as black mail or something." She sighed, and I could tell she was tired. "Right now, we're hostages of war," she said lightly, trying to make if funny. But it wasn't funny, because it was pretty much the truth.

"I wish Brysdon were here," I whispered weakly. I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but I couldn't help it. I missed him so much, and I wanted him to get us out. To me, he was still indestructible.

"Yeah," Diane said, "For once, wolf girl, I agree."