THREE MONTHS LATER
"What are you doing here, Mother?" Kyra asked, already feeling the loathing part of her that hates her mother come out and she rolled her eyes, "Here to annoy me? Or maybe to send your boy-toy back in here to mess with me?"
"Not exactly." Kareena smirked, "And how did you know I sent him to mess with you?"
"It wasn't hard to figure out when I woke up with a nagging pain between my legs." she rolled her eyes.
"You deserved it." Kareena could only laugh, "And that's not it."
"Well then what are you doing here?" she grumbled, "I'm trying to sleep here."
"Oh, sweet girl." Kareena smiled wickedly, walking behind the chair her daughter was tied to, "Always so sarcastic."
"You know me." she breathed out, "Can you go away now?"
"No, actually, I can't."
Kyra held back from cursing at her, "And why can't you?"
"You'll see."
That was when it went black.
Kyra woke up to the ground being shoved in her face, as in she was pushed to the ground and fell on another body. She lifted her head to see it was Leo who she had landed on, which woke him up. She looked down at her outfit, noticing she was not wearing it before she was wearing something else. She realized they must've changed her clothes before dragging her out here.
"Sis?" he questioned in a daze, "What's going on?"
"I have no idea." she replied, "It was Mother and her boyfriend. They were the ones who kidnapped us."
"Fiancé." Kareena corrected, dragging Kayden's unconscious body towards them, "Say hi to your brother!"
"Well, I would, but he's unconscious." Kyra grumbled, "What did you do to him?"
"Don't worry about that." Kareena smirked, "He'll wake up in a minute."
"Hello, children." A male walked over to them, dragging Kayne and Jonathan's unconscious bodies behind him, "My name is Greg Nelson. Your mothers fiancé."
"Did she convince you to help torture her children?" Leo questioned, unable to move on the ground.
"She told me of her plan and I wanted to help."
"So, what exactly are you going to do to us now?" Kyra asked, conserving energy by laying on the ground and sighing at the pain in her vocal cords, "Can't be any worse," she paused briefly, holding in her groans of pain, "...than being held hostage for three months."
"I can assure you," Greg smirked, before picking up a rock and banging it on the back of each of their heads, "You're wrong."
By the time Kayne had came to, he felt a heat around him and noticed he was surrounded by a ring of fire, with Kyra right next to him. His brothers were in their own rings of fire. Jonathan and Leo were awake, Kayden was on the verge of being awake and Kyra was just waking up.
He was focused on his twin, therefore he hadn't noticed their mother was chanting a spell. None of them had. Jonathan and Leo were tending to Kayden and Kayne was focused on Kyra.
"Sis." Kayne whispered.
Kyra looked up, "Kayne."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." she said, "My head hurts though."
"Mine too."
"I think all of our heads hurt." Kayden groaned, "What did they use to knock us out with?"
"I think it was a rock." Kyra rubbed reached up and rubbed the back of her neck, "Yeah, that was from a rock."
"It had to be." Leo said.
"It was." Kareena said, "You guys are ready."
"Ready for what?" Kayden asked.
The question was answered when Kareena put her hand up, causing Kyra, Jonathan, Kayne and Leo to grab their heads in pain, as she poured something down Kayden's throat.
"Stop it, Mother!" Kyra yelled, "Ah!"
"It must be done."
"What are you talking about?" Kayne questioned, still clutching his head.
His head was jerked back and something was poured into his mouth that he was forced to swallow. After Kayne, came Kyra and she was also forced to swallow it. Kareena moved onto Leo and Jonathan, getting help from Greg.
Following all of her children being force-fed some weird, disgusting red concoction, she smirked to herself, "Greg, get the thing we talked about."
The siblings were all in a daze and Kyra looked at all of them, noticing blood oozing out of their chests, and she wondered what could've happed when she wasn't looking. She was about to pass out again, until Kareena plunged a knife through her heart as she fell, and her heart stopped. Kareena smirked and dropped her to the ground: dead.
"Wakey. wakey!" Kareena yelled in their ears.
Kyra shot awake with a gasp, "What's going on?"
She looked around and noticed that her brothers were still dead.
"You're in transition." Kareena smirked, motioning a young girl to come over to her, which she did. The blonde cut into the girls' wrist and shoved it towards her daughter, "Drink it."
"Why?" she panicked, realizing that everything was stronger than before. Kyra could hear the girls heartbeat, smell the blood, "Oh. No, put it away. Get her away."
"Fine." Kareena rolled her eyes, "You leave me with no choice."
She grabbed Kyra's head and pulled her towards the young girl, force feeding her the blood from the human. When she decided that her daughter had enough to complete the transition, she pulled the girls wrist away from her mouth, just as her other children woke up, "Oh, perfect timing, children."
Kyra woke up in the middle of nowhere, she had no idea where she was. She slowly got up and walked down the street. She was not paying any attention when she bumped into a man who she did not know. He didn't smell of human blood, so she knew she was safe for now.
"Who are you?" she asked nervously.
"You're a new Vampire," he paused, "aren't you?"
"Yes, because my mother is crazy." she answered, looking around in alarm, "She turned my brothers and I into Vampires."
"What's your name?"
"Kyra Blackthorn."
His eyes widened, "Are you a Witch too?" he asked, "You smell like a Witch."
"I know. "I was a Witch, but you're not supposed to be able to be a Witch and a Vampire, she told him, "so I don't know if I still am."
"Hey, hey, hey." he put his hands on her shoulders, noticing she was in a state of true panic and couldn't calm down, "You're a new Vampire, Kyra. I can help you."
She was visibly unsure, "Who are you?"
"I'm Marcel Gerard."
"Hello, Marcel." she breathed out, still shaking from the thought of what she now is.
"Stick with me, sweetie." Marcel said, "You'll be fine."