Sorry it toke so long, and that it's a little short. I'm going to try and get the next chapter up soon. (Tonight, if I can.) The rain had me down, and my grandmother is coming down to visit. (GRADUATION!!!) I hope you enjoy. Mistakes are mine, CSI Miami is not. CC is welcome, and Reviews are loved.
Calleigh watched from a distance. She sensed the others nearby, but could do nothing of it. Attacking others for a threat was against her morals; ones that many thought were sometimes too strong. "It's going to get someone you know killed Calleigh, someone close." John often told her.
She would shrug him off usually, but with recent events, she began listening more. Part of her family was in danger, though he insisted they left, all of them. Calleigh felt a sting from being pushed out the door, even if she wasn't the only one. She wondered if him being mad was the reason. Maybe there was more. All she did was continue to do what she thought was right.
"He's nervous." John said, as if appearing out of no where.
"I know that without feeling his emotions."
"Sad you can only sense distress."
"There's more to it than that, isn't there."
"Of course, he's a complicated human. Most of your friends are."
"How do you resist it?"
"I have a hard time, but I manage. Fell in love with a Wolfe once too. Most striking person I ever saw."
"What happened?"
"That's for another time." John looked down at the young man below.
"You must explain."
"It's complicated. You would never look at the world the same again."
"Please tell me."
"Let's just say, things went too far." The short-lived subject was dropped.
"Where are you going?"
"I want my redhead now."
"You're childish. Sit back down."
"But I'm tired of waiting."
"We need to be patient. Good things will come our way." The younger vampire let out another childish whine. This infuriated the older one. He grabbed the younger by the collar. "Stop this childish manner now! I can kill you as easily as you were made."
"Ok sir." His collar was let go.
"Good. We can leave for now, only to feed though. I haven't in a while."
The younger only nodded.
An older woman sat alone in her living room. Though her brown hair was graying, and her body and face was aged, she had a youthful quality to her. You could tell she was beautiful in her time. Things were going well for her that day. Then she got the call from her older brother in Florida. "Hey Ron, how are you? I didn't expect any calls till…"
"It's about Ryan."
"Ryan." This concerned her. "What happened?"
"They're after him."
She knew what he was talking about. "Oh dear. Is he safe?"
"I don't know."
"Ron, this is my son."
"I know, and he's my nephew who happens to be in trouble, again."
"I'm coming down."
"Lily…"
"Ron, you know how this is going to end."
"See you soon."
"Don't tell Ryan till I'm there, ok?"
"Ok, why?"
"I imagine he's somewhat angry."
"You've got a point."
"See you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." Lily hung up the phone and began packing her bags. She needed to see her son. She whispered tomorrow to herself one more time before she went to bed. Miami wasn't going anywhere, and neither was her son, she hoped.
Eric was sitting in bed, feeling highly uncomfortable. Something was just not right. There was a tapping on his door. He looked through the peephole. He didn't recognize the two outside his door. He opened it. "May I help you?"
"You'll be plenty of help." The two jumped for him. It was no match. "He can be used to lure the blonde away for the Wolfe. I'll go grab him while she tries to rescue him."
"Good plan sir."
"Of course it is, I thought of it." And they dragged Eric off to the darkness of the night.
Since the show tells me almost NOTHING about Ryan's family, or Ryan himself, I have to make up what I want for the family. So Ryan's mom is a single mom. (Hello, it is Fiction.) I have to make up her name as well. So she's sort of mine. (Oh well.)