Disclaimer: I'm so sorry for not updating sooner. I had writer's block and homework wasn't helping. I just started humming a song and got an idea. Yeah it was that easy to get the juices flowing. I just had another idea as I write this hope you like it.

Riley's Dirty Little Secret

Outside POV

"Mooommy" Riley called. She was cooking and it was his dad's birthday.

"Yes my honey-bunny?" She said with a smile.

"Well, its daddy's birfday and I wanna draw him a picture." He grinned showing some of his lost baby teeth. She could never say no to that.

"Okay, I have paper and crayons in my closet, hurry daddy'll be here soon." As Riley was going up the stairs his father's car pulled into the driveway. His mom knocked on the ceiling with a broom handle. Riley skipped a few stairs to get upstairs quickly. He got to the closet and tugged on it. It wouldn't open. He tugged and made a squeaky sound. Slowly it opened to reveal a naked man with a heart tattoo covering himself.

"Go away you little fucker or I'm gonna get caught." He whispered harshly.

"Well I need paper and cwayons." Riley said. The man handed him some. Riley saluted him and walked downstairs.

"Good Morning Megan." His dad said with a kiss given to his wife. Riley came downstairs with paper and crayons and sat on a stool at the island. He started scribbling with green, it was his favorite color.

"Happy birthday Richard." Megan said.

"Good morning, baby-bear, did you get any sleep?" He ruffled Riley's hair. Riley didn't respond. He looked over Riley's shoulder. "What you doing baby-bear?" Riley covered his scribbling behind his back.

"Nothing." He said shaking his head.

"Well I think it's something." He took a stepped towards Riley. Riley backed up.

"Hand it over and no one gets hurt." He said. Riley tried to run but was caught by the treacherous tickle monster.

"Okay, but it's not done." Riley warned with a smile. His dad looked at it curiously. "I knew you wouldn't like it."

"I don't like it, I love it. It's perfect baby-bear." They both smiled the same brilliant smile. He put it on the fridge.

"Don't put it there." Riley whined.

"I want all my friends to see that I have a perfect little boy." They ate breakfast. Richard said he would take them all to the beach at two o' clock so Riley needed to be dressed. Riley went upstairs to return the crayons.

"Now what?" The man huffed.

"Well I need to put stuff up." He said.

"No, go away kid." He said,

"Please?" Riley whined. The man shook his head. Riley lay on the floor and started to stomp. The man tried to shut the closet door. Riley pouted and kicked and grunted like a little pig. Richard heard the noise and was walking upstairs.

"Okay you little fucker." The man huffed angrily. As soon as the closet door closed again Richard walked into the room. He saw Riley and placed him on her shoulders.

"Hey, baby-bear, I thought you were getting dressed." He looked up at Riley.

"Daddy what's a fu- fug- fucker?" Riley exclaimed. Richard immediately put him down.

"What did you say?" Richard questioned.

"He said it" Riley pointed at the closet "I wanna know what it means." He said firmly. His dad opened the closet to reveal the man. He grabbed him by the neck. The youthful man with black hair and striking green eyes looked terrified. He yelped as he was strewn across the room like a pillow.

"You came near my family you sick bastard. I'm going to kill you!" He grabbed the man again.

"I was invited" He chocked out.

"Megan!" Richard bellowed. She quickly came to the room. When she saw the man she froze. "Who is this?"

"He's-he's a friend." She said quickly.

"I'm her lover." The man shouted. "She's not ashamed because she loves me and I love her." He unsteadily stood. "We're perfect together, without me she'd have never known happiness." He glared at Riley. "If it wasn't for the kid, she would have-" He was down with a swift punch to the face.

"Don't you dare address my son." Richard whispered menacingly. He looked at Megan. "How dare you? I gave you everything and then some; I take off work just to have family time. I'd give you the world and you know it. I satisfy you." She looked away sheepishly. "I listen, I cook, I clean, and I work. I gave you a big house, a little boy, I pay the bills and I fix things. You're not even a stay at home mom. You can quit your job if you want." The anger was gone. "You chose that kid over me."He whispered. All that was left was a broken man.

"I didn't choose." She said desperately.

"You chose the minute you slept with him instead of working out any problems we had."

"I never slept with him." She said quickly.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me the truth." She looked away. "I didn't think so." Riley had retreated to a corner. His eyes locked on the man. As they were arguing in the kitchen downstairs the man had stood. With the name Megan tattooed in the heart on his chest. Riley saw red. It was his fault. His fault, all of it. This wouldn't be happening if he was gone. Riley knew what he had to do.

"What's his name anyhow?" Richard asked.

"Lexion O'Callaghan." She said.

"Really?" He laughed bleakly. He turned quickly at a screech from Lexion. Richard only saw his shaven legs as they flew past the kitchen window. He rushed outside to see the green eyed boy lying in a pool of his own blood. Megan rushed over to him and held his head up. He coughed up blood.

"I love you so much."Lexion whispered.

"I know." She said. He slowly closed his eyes. Richard looked up to see Riley just standing there with a blank look.

FLASHBACK END Riley POV

I shot up from bed screaming. I felt exhausted for the first time since I became a vampire. You can't dream so you daydream. I was breathing hard. I looked to see it was morning. Normally you wake up to eggs and toast. For a house of vampires you wake up to a kitchen full of caged tourists crying. I walked through the living room. The newborns were laid out in pajamas, walking in from jogging, swimming, rock-climbing or just plain watching T.V. We were like a little family. I saw Samuel reading a paper and sipping his coffee which he only brought out on special occasions. I looked at the novelty calendar; I wasn't in the mood to ask what today was. It was the day of the battle. It's going to be a beautiful day.