A/N: awe, thanks everyone. With surgery and finals, I haven't had much time for writing...but I finally managed to update!

The Progression

(Sadie Aurn's POV)

I could feel Silver's lips at my throat. At first, the pressure from his lips scared me. Everything in me screamed to fight him; screamed that he was going to hurt me.

After a moment, I realized that he was waiting for my answer. No matter how much he wanted my blood,( and believe me, I could tell he wanted it really badly), he was going to wait for my answer. This realization only made me more intrigued by the vampire. Why would such a powerful vampire ask permission?

I bit my cheek in contemplation. Sure, he was a vampire. Sure, I was trained to kill vampires. But was he really so bad? Why should I kill him? I had never been the type to follow the witch guidelines. Why start now?

A smile fell over my lips. If it had been another vampire, I would have been disgusted. But Silver? Silver, I didn't mind the thought of bloodletting for. "Go ahead." I said. Silver actually pulled back in surprise. I looked at him quizzically.

"Seriously?" He asked. I cocked my head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

"Why would I say something if I didn't mean it?" Silver's eyes held something in them I couldn't place. He smiled down at me and leaned in.

I waited for the pain I knew would come when his fangs first pierced my throat.

But it never came.

Instead, I felt a gentle kiss, as soft as a butterfly's touch, at my neck. His kisses traced their way up my neck until he was kissing me right on the lips. And I know it's so cliche to say, but sparks went off in my head. After what seemed like hours, Silver pulled back for a breath.

"Wow." I said in a whisper. Silver's grin widened; a mischievous look in his eyes shown down at me.

I'm guessing you liked that. His smooth voice easily wove into my mind.

You guessed right.

With that, I smiled and pulled him down for another kiss.

(Lyssia Vida's POV)

I sat on my bed, fingering the fancy white card contemplatively. Why would Nikolas give this to me? I flicked the card back onto my bed, letting my body fall against the soft pillows as I did so. I took immediate comfort in the soft, plush blankets and many colorful pillows that dotted my bed.

I looked towards my walls, where all of my knifes hung. How many vampires had I killed with those knifes? How many times had I watched fear settle over a vampire's face right before I plunged my blade into its heart?

Before I knew it was even happening, I could feel the hot tears building up around my eyes. My hands shook as I fought to control myself.

It was hopeless.

I shouldn't have been born a Vida. My shield and courage always failed me at the worst possible moment. I looked down at my hands where a single scar betrayed the moment when I first realized this fact. A small, pearly white bolt shaped scar sat on top of my left hand, below my index finger and to the left of my thumb.

Sarah hadn't been the only one to loose control when our father died. In fact, I was the one who lost it first. I remember screaming at the sight of his body, falling to my knees and clutching his long-since-cold hand. I remember Adianna pulling me inside the house and taking me into her bedroom, where I promptly punched a mirror. Lucky for me, Adianna was able to come up for an excuse for how her mirror was broken and calm me down before Mother could see me.

That scar was a constant reminder of my lack of control and unwillingness to be a Vida.

And this, my newest breakdown and my memories of my scar, is probably what convinced me to do what I did next.

Which was arm myself with as many of my blades as I could, rush out of the house, and get into my car, Nikolas' address tightly clutched in my hand.

A/N: so, what do you think? Feel free to give me some input as to how you think the girls should react to their vampires, and to each other when they all meet up. Thanks!