I am reeeeeeally sorry it took so long to write this chapter. I went to Scotland you see and got the mumps and when you look like a chipmunk you don't feel like writing much. Here is my chapter... (This chapter was really hard to write people)

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Chapter 8

Opening his eyes, Dorian quickly took in his surrounding, which told him what had happened his he had lost unconsciousness. The guards must have seen him in the corridor and taken him to his room. His head spinning slightly but clear enough so that he could remember everything. He'd scared her away…again. Well, Dorian decided as he sat up in his bed, I won't let her get away again.

Standing up, Dorian was stopped in his tracks by Nathanial and Mateo entering the room. Mateo immediately took a step backwards, seeing Dorian awake, nervously rubbing his neck and remembering. Mateo did not repetition of his last encounter with Dorian.

'What do you want?' Dorian growled. He was not in the mood for social visits. Brianna escaping was bad enough, let alone being beaten in a fight by a shape shifter.

'We've got news-' Nathanial began, only to be interrupted by Dorian.

'Brianna? You've found her?' Neither Mateo nor Nathanial failed to notice the note eagerness in his voice.

'Look, Dorian,' Nathanial continued. 'We've got some bad news. Really bad news.'

'You haven't found her? She's escaped?' Dorian asked, a feeling of panic creeping over him.

'It's than that. Look, I'm really sorry-' Mateo spoke quickly, edging even further away from Dorian.

'What happened?' Dorian cut in immediately. If something had happened to her…

Mateo and Nathanial glanced over at one another, neither of them wanting to speak next.

'Explain. Now.' Dorian glared at them both whilst positioning himself between them and the door. No one was leaving this room until he found out what had happened.

'Dorian, it started at the perimeter. A patrol found the vampire, Michael with some girl. They started fighting him and they had nearly got him when then the others came. And then-' Nathanial paused, conscious of Dorian's piercing stare. 'The shape shifter, Lukas, was with them. They joined the fighting but there was too many of us. We were about to over power them and the girl was ready to give up. She said she would if the others could go free. But that's when things started to go bad…'

'Go on.' Dorian demanded, dreading what was to come. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something really bad had happened…much worse than her just escaping.

'It was Lukas. He was a Daybreak too and he…he started yelling. About how she was weak and would end up telling us everything. That she was a disgrace to them. How she didn't deserve to be one of them…' Nathanial took a slow deep breath and then continued. 'And then the guards. They couldn't hold him back anymore. And he leapt on her.'

Dorian's breath got caught in his throat, and he felt his world beginning to collapse around him.

'She didn't have a chance. We tried to hold him back but we just couldn't…' Mateo explained hurriedly, watching Dorian as he turned away from them and walked over to the window. 'By the time we reached her she was already dead from blood loss. We checked her pulse but there was nothing we could do.'

'That was when the others came. The Daybreakers,' Though Nathanial continued explaining, Dorian tried to block him out. Not wanting to hear what had happened. Expecting someone to interrupt and explain what had actually happened at any moment. She couldn't be dead. She couldn't be. 'They bashed down one of the fences in a Jeep, knocking down the last of the patrol men and got the rest of them got in. They took the body with them, just so that we couldn't help her at all. They killed her.'

Clenching his fists, Dorian tried to keep control of himself. She can't be dead. She can't be.

'Where did they take her?' Dorian's voice was deathly quiet and barely audible.

'We don't know. We tried following the jeep but they lost us,' Mateo's voice shook as he nervously waited for Dorian to turn on the. 'I'm so sorry. We tried to stop them but-'

'Just get out.' Dorian's voice was quiet and muffled as he still had his back to both of them so they were unable to see his expression. He didn't want to show any weakness.

'If there is anything I can do-' Nathanial began.

'JUST GET OUT!' Dorian yelled, his voice rebounding of the walls of the empty room. 'Just leave me alone. And don't come back.'

Mateo and Nathanial left the room silently, trying not to attract attention to themselves. Mateo especially didn't want another encounter with Dorian's fist.

Staring out of the windows, Dorian tried to convince himself that this wasn't happening. It couldn't be. The one person in the entire world that cared about him. The one person that he cared about. Dead.

Closing his eyes, Dorian tried to block out the pain. Tried to block out Brianna's face from his mind. Her perfect beautiful face. Dorian leaned against the wall, trying to keep from falling. He felt drained of strength. Of happiness. Of life.

He felt a cold emptiness spreading inside him, taking him over. Knowing he had nothing left in his life worth living for left him empty inside. Nothing left he loved. Nothing he cared for. Nothing. His live had been nothing until she had come. And now she was gone.

Clenching his fist, Dorian turned and began walking towards the door, clearing his face of any emotion. I'll just have to make sure I don't make that mistake again. I can't believe I was foolish enough to...care for someone in the first place. It was all a big mistake..

And so, determined to close off his heart to the world, Dorian began his search. For Lukas. Dorian would make him pay if it was the last thing he ever did.