Well, for those of you that celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope that you had a lovely one! For those of you that don't, I hope that you had a lovely weekend! I had a relaxing stay and now I'm getting ready for the last two weeks of school before winter break! Love to you all, sorry that there was such a delay in getting these up, but I hope that you enjoy like super hardcore!!!!!!

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Neville grimaced as he pressed a questionably clean piece of fabric against his eye. You would think that with two vampires and two werewolves protecting him, he would have been able to stay safe, but apparently that wasn't the case. A rouge spell had come across the lake and had slashed him across his left eye. He was surprised that Noel hadn't come running to lick the blood from his face, but after twisting off the head of a Death Eater, she came running.

"You're all idiots!" She exclaimed, smacking Peter upside the head for emphasis.

"It wasn't their fault." Neville quickly defended. Noel shook her head as she pulled back the cloth and examined his wound. She knew instantly that he would never be able to use the eye again, but that was little concern to her. Once he was turned, the eye would heal, but would possibly leave a scar.

"They're supposed to protect you, that's their only job!" Noel ripped off her sleeve and made a questionable eye patch for Neville. At least she had managed to stop the bleeding.

"Aren't you supposed to be fighting instead of helping a human?" Neville asked with a cocky grin creeping onto her face.

"Don't be an ass while I'm trying to help you." She said harshly. Neville nodded as she straightened out and leaned against Peter. "Maybe you should take him inside."

"Already tried it, they only let the seriously injured and dead inside." Peter told her. She let out a heavy sigh and began to angrily tap her foot.

"All right, but be sure to keep him away from William." Peter quickly nodded.

"Yes ma'am."

Noel drew her wand and went running away from Neville, silently praying that he would be okay. Spells were flying past her and she was suddenly very glad to have her inhuman speed. Just when she was about to reach Kathleen in her battle with three Death Eaters, a large black figure covered her and catapulted her into the strangely silent forest. She was slammed against a tree, almost sending her straight through the trunk.

"You smell like him…it's disgusting." Noel groaned as she started to pick the long splinters from her hair.

"You're disgusting." She shot back. William growled and pressed her hard against the tree.

"I made you who you are, you owe me."

"Oh, so you want me to have sex with you because you think that I owe you? That's really sick and perverted, but I guess that I can't expect better from you."

"You owe me your loyalty and your love." Noel narrowed her eyes.

"Maybe you should have thought of the consequences before you raped me!"

"It was not rape!" Noel slapped him across the face, finally forcing him away from her.

"I didn't consent to you. You stripped me naked, forced me on that damn piano, and violated me over and over again! You're a bastard for thinking that something special happened that day." Noel pushed back her hair, which had started to fall from its elaborate bun. She suddenly smiled when a thought popped into her head. "Well, when you think about it, I guess I do have something to thank you for." William looked up, his expression strangely hopeful.

"What?" Noel innocently laughed.

"If you hadn't turned me, I would have never met Neville."

That was the wrong thing to say to William. He started to snarl and growl, his eyes turning a deep scarlet. His fangs grew past his lips and his hair started to frizz. William was resorting to the most primal state of a vampire, almost becoming a feral animal, and in that moment he was challenging her new authority. Even though she knew that she should be, Noel was not scared.

"Try and calm yourself, you're not helping your case." She muttered. William roared again, making the trees shake.

"You're mine!" He screamed. Noel raised an eyebrow, putting her hands on her hips.

"This needs to stop." She muttered. "William, I challenge you to control of the Italian clan. I find your rules to be old fashioned and discriminating, and your hate of humans disgusts me. You are not willing to evolve with the world, so I find you no longer fit to rule. I challenge you to a battle to the death." William glared at her, slapping her hard across the face. She growled and kicked him hard in the stomach.

"You will not make a fool of me!" William screamed. He grabbed her and threw her through the forest, watching her as she awkwardly flew through the air. She landed with a loud boom and created a small crater around her. Everybody close to her stopped as the dust slowly settled around her.

"Will somebody please help me?" She called out, waving her hands and trying to get the dust away from her face. She heard somebody slide down and suddenly pull at her hand.

"Are you okay?" Noel stilled as the voice gently nuzzled against her ears.

"What the fuck are you doing down here?" She asked angrily.

"You asked for help." He replied innocently.

"Anybody but you!" She pulled him close when she heard heavy footsteps slowly approach them.

"Come out, Noel." She growled when she spotted William's red eyes and his pale, long cornstalk hair. William really was fiercely attractive, but he was simply a monster to Noel. The fact that he was quite beautiful only made him more dangerous.

"You cannot attack me until I have gained my composure." She shot back, knowing that William knew the rules of challenging somebody to claim over a clan.

"You have my word, I will not attack you."

Without a thought, Noel pulled up her and Neville up and out of the hole. She shifted uncomfortably and watched as Neville curiously stumbled forward. When the smell of blood hit her nose, she quickly realized that had happened. William had dove forward and punched his entire arm through Neville's chest, missing his heart by mere centimeters. She gasped as William ripped his arm back and let Neville fall to the ground.

"I kept my word." William whispered. Noel started to scream, jumping on William and beating him with her fists. She kicked him, pulled on his hair, scratched at his face; Noel did everything that she could think of to hurt him.

"You promised!" She screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt him!"

"If you had stayed with me, I wouldn't even be here." He grabbed her hands and pushed her wrists back, making them snap. Noel grimaced, but didn't care about the pain. All she could focus on was the smell of Neville's blood that was mixing with the mud.

"I'm sick of your games." She muttered. Noel snapped her wrist back into place and slipped it away from William's grasp. In one swift movement, she cut halfway through his throat, causing blood to spurt onto her face and chest. With another swift swipe, she completely beheaded him. His now rigid body stumbled back before dropping to the ground and foolishly searching for its head.

A vampire could never be killed unless it was ripped apart and then the pieces were completely destroyed. If this was not done, the severed body part would simply grow back. In this case, there was the possibility that two Williams would suddenly spurt forth if they did not take action soon.

Before the body could get very far, two of the elders dropped down and hauled the body up. They pulled at the arms until the torso was split down the center. They then proceeded to rip off the arms and legs until it was nothing but a pile of flesh and innards. Kathleen picked up the now muddy head and tucked it under her arm.

"Start a fire and burn him." She commanded before turning to Noel. She had thrown herself over Neville's body with shaking shoulders. Peter was crouched over her, gently rubbing her back.

"You know what you have to do." He whispered. Noel pushed Neville onto his back and examined the damage. He had already lost a lot of blood, his face a deathly white. His heartbeat was weak and Noel was starting to panic.

"What if…" Kathleen instantly shook her head with William's grimacing head tucked under her arm.

"No, it's either now or never." She crouched next to her, digging her sharp nails into William's pristine forehead. "If you don't do this, you'll lose him forever. Forget all of your inhibitions, exchange blood and let's be done with this!" Noel nodded, her eyes flicking across Neville's lifeless face. She bent down and latched onto his neck, finally allowing her fangs to sink into his flesh. It was the sweetest thing that Noel had ever tasted, and it almost clouded her mind and kept her from the task at hand. But she ripped herself away before she would completely lose herself. She was close to hyperventilation as the blood trickled from the two identical fang marks.

"Don't hold back." Peter suddenly commanded, seeing the hesitation on Noel's face. She nodded and with her sharp nails, cut her wrist and watched as they decaying blood trickled out. She pushed her wrist against Neville's parted lips, waiting to see if he would drink. He didn't move.

"Come on Neville." She said with a slight whimper. She tilted his head back to see if that helped. She could smell it go down his throat, but there was such terrible dread in the pit of her stomach. The wound of her wrist headed and she leaned back, silence surrounding her. Kathleen put a hand on her shoulder.

"This always happens." She said, trying to comfort her. Noel shook her head.

"I waited too long." She whispered. "He's gone." Peter took her hand, but she ripped away from him. Although she looked calm, her slowly changing crimson eyes gave away the rage that she felt. William's bleeding head started to chuckle dryly with his eyes focused on Noel.

"Filthy human dead." Noel growled and ripped the head away from Kathleen. She threw it on the ground and smashed it with her foot until it was a pile of red and gray mush.

"Burn him." She grumbled low before turning away and running towards the forest. Peter started to follow, but Kathleen caught him as William's runny remains were completely gathered and thrown into a large fire.

"Let her go, she's in mourning."

"But we don't know if he's our dead or dead dead. This happens every time." Kathleen nodded.

"I know, but don't bother her." She turned to two young vampires. "Take him to our section and guard him. Inform me immediately if there are any changes." They nodded and easily scooped up Neville's limp body.

There was suddenly a loud roar from the forest, causing the trees to shudder. Noel collapsed to the ground with her eyes to the sky, and she knew that she was alone.