Chapter 5 Nightly Visitors

Bree's POV

I watched as Chris went back to his room. His eyes were red again. I had been trying to see what tomorrow held but couldn't see anything except Fear's eyes filled with tears. I smiled in anticipation.

Tara was in my room. She too was looking for trouble. I hated to wait for it. I had to satisfy my need for destruction soon or I could go rabid.

People like us need people like Fear, those who attract things that go bump in the night. We are the werewolves from Fear's past. Her mother was supposed to give birth to our ultimate evil. Part wolf, part Vampire. I had not realized before who she was. Chris attacked her mom those nineteen years ago. He was going to kill at any means necessary. He stopped when he went for her womb, and has never told us why. Sure he's been different since that night, but he has to satisfy his wolf skin too.

I was only playing the innocent sister during truth or dare. I thought she was lying till she said Cherry Hill. She was the human of the pack. The freak. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Back to the task at hand. Fear. So far she didn't have any wolf or vampire skills other than her increased sense of smell, mind reading, and vision abilities. As long as she stayed human, I wouldn't have to finish Chris's job. He was too in love with her for his own good. The whole reason Tara was here was to be his mate. They didn't know this, but that's why mom agreed to letting her live here.

We were going to start our pack again. I just needed a little more time before the leeches came for Fear.

Fear's POV

I woke to a crashing sound coming from down stairs. I immediately reached for my gun I had moved after Chris left, opened the door, and proceeded down stairs. No one was in the ballroom. I continued down the stairs. It was still night. I smelt blood, fresh blood. I cautiously opened the door to the hall. No one was there again. I walked down the hall checking every room till I reached the dinning room.

I slowly opened the door. The other door closed. I turned toward it. Nothing. I made my way along the wall. Silent as always, and wishing my hearing was as good as my smelling. I walked through the hall till I reached the picture. I glanced down the hall to where I thought the kitchen was located. Nothing was moving. So instead of investigating Bree's sanctuary, I went back upstairs to my room. The family always locked their rooms. I merely checked the doors. Nicole's was locked as were Chris's, Tara's and Bree's.

I went back to my room hoping everything was fine there too. I opened the door. First thing I noticed was my clothes scattered everywhere as if I had been robbed. I ran back to Chris's room and started beating at the door till he answered. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" he asked groggily before noticing the gun and my eyes filled with tears. "What's wrong?" was all he had time to say before I fainted.

Chris's POV

I woke to someone beating down my door. I thought it was Bree planning one of her midnight runs and had decided to ignore her, but when the knocking persisted I changed back and grabbed my shorts putting them on as I reached the door. I had every intention of chewing her out only to find Fear at my door.

First thing I noticed was her tear filled eyes, then the gun. She fainted before I had finished my next sentence. I caught her before she hit the ground. I carried her to my bed and took the gun from her hand before walking to her room. I fount her clothes scattered and the scent of vampire everywhere. She was marked as his territory. I quickly started putting things back to order and grabbed her stupid bull before I joined her in Nathan's room.

She was where I left her curled in the center of the bed. I locked the door so Bree would not spy. I gently eased myself on the bed behind her. She rolled into my chest. I stiffened at first then slowly relaxed and held her there the rest of the night.

I woke before she did and I went to the kitchen to tell Bree of our visitor last night. She only nodded. Figured. She wasn't listening till I mentioned the vampire.

"Here?" she asked astonished. "Last night? I heard something hitting wood but thought little of it. I mean it was your room." I rolled my eyes at her as she continued. "You remember that Cherry chick?" She asked cautiously.

"From Fear's tale?" I asked.

"Yeah. Her. You tried killing her about nineteen years ago," she said casually.

I remembered her well. She tasted so pure and then so sweet. She was also the last human I drank from. As I took a drink of milk, I tried to remember why I stopped. Then dropped my glass as Tara entered. As soon as her blood had turned sweet, I had heard Fear's voice screaming at me instead of the woman's. I immediately had known something was wrong. It felt as if I were killing my future instead of a woman.

Bree threw a knife at me which I caught instantly. "You made a blood exchange with Fear!" She was screaming.

I had. As soon as she was alone in the nursery I had given her some of my blood to keep her safe. It was supposed to help heal her. I knew her mother was supposed to give birth to the killer of my family. But I couldn't let the innocent die. It would only take two more exchanges, this time, willingly to turn her into one of us. Then one from a vampire would make the killer we so feared.

I went up to my room before Bree could throw anything else at me. I had cut our mental connection the moment I had accepted the dare from Fear. Fear was still sleeping. I climbed next to her. She was my future. Life or death, it was up to her. I drew her next to me and inhaled her scent. She turned her face toward me. I knew she was waking I could tell by the increase in her breathing and heartbeat. She finally opened her grey eyes. I noticed they had a starburst pattern in them.

She quickly got out of bed stumbling in the covers that were wrapped around her feet. I muffled a laugh. If looks could kill, I would have died a hundred times from the one she gave me. I knew she wasn't a morning person. She walked barefoot to the door before trying the knob. She finally hit the door with her hand as hard as she could. I got up to let her out.

Bree was coming up the stairs. She gave Fear a feral growl. Fear shook her head before going to her room. Not bothering to close the door before collapsing on her bed.

"Food's ready," Bree said before turning and going back down. I walked down with her only to pile a large plate of food to bring back and eat with Fear. My sister would never poison me but may poison Fear after I got my food.

Fear POV

I hate mornings. I hated this morning especially. As soon as I woke from that terrible dream I knew I was going to be in hell all day long. I was warm which was a shocker considering I didn't recall anything after seeing my room destroyed. I turned to the source of the warmth and opened my eyes. I saw Chris's and immediately recalled what happened. I fainted. God way to play the helpless female. I got out of bed the best way I could and tripped over the covers wrapped around my feet. He laughed. Two points for me, helpless female. I glared at him. He immediately stopped but continued to smile. I tried to open the door but the bastard had locked me in. I hit the door hard with my fist. Only to be rewarded with my hand hurting. He had to open the door. Three points for the helpless female.

Bree was coming upstairs. So now his sister knows I 'slept' with him. I knew she hated me by the animal like growl she gave me. I don't care. I was beyond being civil and tired as hell. I opened my door to see most things back to order and didn't bother closing it before collapsing on the bed. Maybe, if I go back to sleep everything would be better. Yeah right. Dreaming of people turning into animals, others wanting blood, and me in the middle is so normal. Prophetic dreamer (as Tara referred to me)? I think not. Where the hell is my bull?

Tara POV

I tried not to notice the hostile tension that clung to the air like a scared drowning victim may cling to her rescuer, but it was causing me to get very pissed off. Ugh. The twins were fighting again. I hated choosing sides, but usually chose Bree's only because she was the one person who understood me most of the time.

"You made a blood exchange with Fear!" She was screaming as she reached for another knife to throw at her brother.

Whoa. I'd never seen her so pissed off before. Before She threw the knife Chris had gone back upstairs. Her thoughts were jumping dangerously crashing into me I had no choice but slam-up a mental barrier. I knew it would not last for long. I took the knife from her hand. Breakfast was almost ready. She glared at me before going out into the early morning.

She came back after a few minutes to help me carry a smaller amount of food from the previous day into the dinning room. As soon as that was finished, she beat me to the stairs to get the two still in his room.

Yes, I knew Fear was in his room. She is part of his past and future. They needed some time alone together, even if all they were doing was sleeping. This is why I insisted Bree and I do the cooking and cleaning of the kitchen. If they get together, then Bree would stop trying to get me and him together.

I also knew Bree was attempting to raise her pack. As a shape-shifter, I understood her need to see her brother mated and have a larger selection of males herself, but I was not compatible with him. He chose Fear before I was in his life. Plus, I have seen my mate and he's not ready for me yet. I've tried to see Bree's, but nothing remains constant with her.

The twins came back down not saying a word to me or each other. Chris grabbed a plate and started piling enough food to feed Fear and himself and two bottles of water before disappearing upstairs.

"What's so bad about a blood exchange?" I asked innocently.

She looked at me. "It ties the two together, but has to be both ways. The first can be forced. The second has to be given freely on both sides. The third," she stopped troubled and looked past me. "The third like the second must be given freely, but also a strong feeling must exist between the two. The first is supposed to be the key in finding your mate. The third is most sacred. If one is human, he or she will become a were or die. It is not done lightly. If she lives, she can choose to stay with her changer or leave. If she leaves, it will kill Chris."

"Well that's good he chose Fear. She will never do that to him," I stated. She broke the plate she was holding. "What's so bad about Fear? You like her."

"She is the halfling that is to kill most of our people. She was born from a were who had no powers. She was born to a father who had no wolf blood in him, yet thanks to my brother she's one-third of the way into the wolf way. After the third try she will willingly go to the vampires and become one of them then their assassin."

"Oh. That sounds great. There have been more people like Fear's mother, how do you know Fear's the one?"

"Her mother was the one prophesied to deliver the assassin. Her name Sherri Hill was specifically spoken. Her parents protected her by spells, and my father died trying to kill her."

Shit! That would explain why she had developed this attitude about Fear. How was I supposed to help the assassin and not kill my best friend?

Fear POV

I smelt Chris before the food. I loved his scent. I jumped out of bed to brush my hair and teeth before he came down the hall. I sat on the bed waiting for him. Ugh. What's wrong with me?

He came in and smiled at me before setting down the tray on the bed. I groaned.

"What did I say in my sleep?" I asked innocently. He grinned.

"Now why would I tell you a thing like that?" he asked. "I mean it is the perfect blackmail." I threw a pillow at him. Figured, it missed. "Since you are going to kill me with all your pillows, I'll go ahead and tell you." He grinned again. "You said 'No! Please! Don't! Stop!' Except you were a little breathy. So it sounded more like 'No…please,…don't…stop.' and you mumbled something else. Bacon?" He asked picking up a slice and waving it in my face.

"What else did I say?" I growled at him.

He smiled, "My name. You sure you don't want this delicious piece of bacon?"

"You must have been dreaming yourself," I said.

He smiled before taking a bite of bacon. "You will never know." He sat at the edge of my bed. "You should eat; its getting cold." I took some bacon and a biscuit before he could eat it all. He ate faster than I did but let me have the final piece of bacon. "See how gentlemanly I can be?" he asked as he took the plate back downstairs.

He came back quickly and jumped on my bed. "So, do you wanna go out with me?" he asked smiling. "I mean we've slept together, now. And I plan on making an honest woman out of you."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't think honesty would suit me well. Then you have the dilemma of picking our first date."

"Yeah it would. You are the most honest person I know. And I have the whole first date problem figured out. It's outside and you'll need to dress warmly and wear your boots."

"Fine. I guess we're dating now. But I'm warning you, I can be very vicious."

He grinned, "I like my women very vicious. I'll be back in fifteen minutes."

"Not much time is it?" I asked.

"You'll manage," he said before closing the door.