Author's Note: Here's the sequel I promised. This story is dedicated to my friend LuMezenga and Ma Corrêa who had the main idea for the plot and to Stefanie for giving me Stefan's name.Again I do not own anything, all those rights go straight to Joseph Delaney. Hope you like it. Read and review it.

Chapter 6: The Pact

"Why are you crying?" Stefan asked.

He wasn't anything of what I expected. He looked like a normal 25 year old man. He had blond hair, big blue eyes and a charming smile. He was quite handsome for a Fiend's son. He was wearing black pants and a green shirt which was opened and showed his build up belly.

"I'm crying for nothing," I said swiping away my tears.

"Nobody cries for nothing," he sat beside me.

"I am nobody. I cry for nothing," I answered.

"Who told you are nothing?" he asked.

"Some stupid guy, but that's not why I'm crying, I would never cry for him," I said suddenly mad with the thought of Jason.

"Yes, that's the spirit of it. Never cry for someone who is not worth it," he lay back on the bench and looked at the gray sky.

"Can I give you an advice?" I looked at him.

"Are you in the position of giving advices?" he looked back at me.

"Maybe I'm not, but I'll say it anyway. If a girl called Mab and a boy called Jason come to talk to you, don't do any agreements with them, please, this is very important to me."

"And why should I listen to you?" he was confused.

"Because I'm your half sister and I think I can release you myself," I smirked.

"My half sister? How do you know that?" he was still confused.

"How don't you know that?" I replied.

"I can read your mind not see your family tree," he got annoyed.

"Well, I'm Fiend's daughter."

"And he sent you here to give me a lesson and…" he rolled his eyes.

"Shut up. I wasn't sent by him. He never talked to me, he left me with mother when I was young," I interrupted him.

"So you too huh?"

"Yeah, but my mother never liked me, she was never a mom to me. I had been alone for twelve years, until I found the reason I'm crying."

"Which would be?" he asked.

I couldn't tell if he was actually interested in my story or if he was too confused with what I was saying.

"My only friend, Tom," I decided to keep going to see what exactly he wanted to know.

"Boys, always breaking the hearts of little girls."

"I'm not a little girl and Tom is not like that. But these days, I'm not sure about anything anymore. Nobody believes me," I felt a tear rolling down my face.

"Hey, don't worry. I could help you. Only if you want me to, because you're my sister," he smiled and looked at me with those big deep blue eyes.

"I don't know. What exactly do I have to do? And what will I get in return?"

"All you have to do is to make a blood pact with me, and then I'll be at our orders."

"Can you assure me you'll do just as I say?" I got interested in his proposition. Maybe I could protect Tom with his help.

"Don't get too excited. I won't become your personal slave."

"I don't know. I don't trust you that much."

"But you should. You're my sister aren't you? Family is supposed to be supportive isn't it?" he smirked.

"I'm your half sister and I don't have any family," I answered coldly.

"Whatever. Let's do it like civilized people. You do me a favor and in return, I do you another."

"Only one favor? I'm releasing you. It's something big. You can't just… I don't know, cook me some eggs and bacon," I was annoyed because of him.

'Then you'll have to make a smart decision when you decide what to ask," he smirked again.

"I still don't believe it's fair," I continued annoyed.

"Nothing is fair in life, my dear. Sorry to disappoint you," he said ironically.

"Not even to you sister?" I tried once more.

"You're smart. You think a little like me, but I can see a bit of hesitation."

"Could you stop reading my mind? I'd like some privacy in my own head," I got mad at him.

"I'm not reading your mind. It's easy to read you because even though you try to hide, your eyes show exactly what you are feeling. Only a fool cannot see that."

"Whatever, this isn't the matter. Let's say I agree to release you. What would I have to do?" I finally asked him.

"Good, at least you're thinking about it. So, there is still hope for me," he was sarcastic again.

"Yes, there is still, but if I were you, I would start talking and tell me what to do."

"You are though I see. I like it," he smirked again.

I looked at him angrily, holding back my will to punch him in the face.

"Don't look at me like that," he said. "You would have to do a small ritual with me. You know, make a cut in your finger, mixture your blood with mine, and say some stupid words. You know the usual," he said like it was nothing.

"And that's it?"

"Yes, it's nothing. I just need a small drop of blood. Yours will be even better," he eyes somehow sparkled.

"Ok, let's say then I agree with all that. I would need a guarantee that you won't run away"

"You have my word," he smiled.

"Hilarious. It's not time for jokes," I said.

"I'm not kidding but if you want, we can sign a contract."

"Written by me. I don't trust you."

"As you wish as long as I read it after you finish and before I sign it," he looked seriously at me.

"Sure. Where can we get paper and a quill?"

"I believe you won't accept anything I give you," he said and I shook my head. "But come with me. There is a small room in here to light up candles for the dead. I think there will be paper there. I don't know why, but people still thinks that the dead ones will read their letters."

We got up and Stefan led me to a small room not far from where we were. I wasn't sure of what I was doing, but I thought that if I had Stefan on my side I could protect Tom somehow. I entered the room and Stefan stayed outside.

"I can't come in. I'm doomed to stay only in the graveyard," he said when I looked back.

"Prove it," I said harshly.

He forced himself through the opened door and he couldn't get in. He was saying the truth. I walked to a small desk and wrote a simple contract. When I was finally happy with it, I signed it and left. Stefan was sitting on the floor next to the door.

"You just need to sign it," I gave him the paper and the quill.

Stefan read it and signed it.

"Ok, now come here with me," he said when he finished.

He got up and I followed him to the tree next to the bench we were sitting. We stood beneath it.

"Do you have a knife?" he asked.

I gave him the small dagger I carried with me all the time. Stefan made a small cut on our fingers. We joined our hands and he put his other hand on it. He started to say the words, the beginning was in Latin, but the rest was in some other language I didn't know. When he finished, I felt a strong pain on my finger. It was like he was sucking my blood to his body. The pain lasted 10 seconds and then he let go of my hand. I looked at my finger, it was almost white

"Calm down. It will come back to normal in a minute. Anyway, it was very good to make business with you," he said offering me his hand. I shook it.

"Now tell me, how can I get in touch with you?" I asked.

"You just have to call me in your head. Think about me."

"Fine, good bye Stefan."

I left the graveyard and started to walk back to the hotel. I wasn't sure I did the right thing but Tom needed protection, maybe having my half brother on my side would be nice, because Mab would have to fight against him. I was so lost in my thought that I didn't hear Tom calling me. I just realized it when he stopped me in the middle of the street.

"Alice, are you ok?" he asked.

I didn't reply. I felt my eyes get wet and the tears rolling down my face, so I hugged Tom like there was no tomorrow.