The Night Before (Before The Fight)

So I left, left my son's house. I can't believe that he would want me to actually meet Brandy. She would kill me, literally she would and she could to. Was he trying to get me killed? Either way I wasn't going to, I couldn't Brandy would never understand why I did it. Why I had to change her and her brothers. She would never understand that I vowed to have revenge on the bitch that killed my wife.

Soon I made it to my house and laid on my bed, the bed that I have sheared with my wife for so long. The one that reminds me of her every time I come near it, but I needed sleep, so forcing myself to sleep.

It all happened one night, I was coming home from, another, day of unsuccessfully tracking down where the Winches hide out was and all seemed normal, until I made it through the front door. That was when everything changed, as I stepped out of my car I noticed that my son was at my house because his car was here. So I walked in and there she was, lying on the ground, dead, my wife Meredith, on the ground with blood drained out of her body. I quickly looked up and saw my son was on the ground as well but he had not lost as much blood as my wife so I went to her first.

"Meredith, Meredith!" I yelled kneeling down next to her, hopping with my life that I wasn't too late to save her.

She would always keep her heart beating because she said that it makes her feel more alive. Right now her heart was not beating and nor was she breathing. By now I could feel that my face was wet, it was impossible to hold the tears back.

Pulling her into my lap I started shaking her back n forth whispering into her ear.

"Mar, Mar you can't, you just can't. Mar." I said her name over and over again hoping that she would just open her eyes. Then she mumbled something and I held her closer. I calmed me a little knowing that she was still alive. "Yes what is it?" I asked quietly, looking into her familiar dark purple eyes.

"It wa-was Gw-Gwen. I love you a-and will never truly di-die. Only for y-you. Wins..." She drifted off while trying to say me name. She closed her eyes and I felt the life, her spirit move out of her body.

"Mar! No Mar!" I yelled shaking her and crying harder but nothing happened, my wife was dead and now I know who to have revenge on. I stayed with her a little longer, holding her close and crying, hoping that this was not really true.

Mar and I marred when we were both young and have been together ever since. Now she was dead and I was never going to see her again. I cried more when the thought passed my mind rocking her lifeless body brought me no comfort it only told me more that she was dead because nothing was happening, her body as only moving as I was rocking back n forth. She was just there now, or at least her body.

It took a little but somehow I managed to set her back down on the floor. I never thought this day would come when I had to part with my lover, Mar was the only one; the only one I would truly love.

I sniffed back some tears and stood up looked at my wife once more than went to me son. It was too late to save my wife but maybe I could help Luke. Moving to him I saw that he wasn't hurt nearly as bad. So I picked him up and set him on a table. I took care of him cleaned his wounds and watched him heal. My son was okay but I knew that I would never feel the same, and that I would stop at nothing to stop this war and have revenge and Gwen Galloway, the witch.

Then I woke, I must have fallen asleep thinking about that night. It was a night I never wanted to remember, but it became burned into my mind. The look of my dead wife's face the feeling that came when I knew she was gown, but as well as the good feeling that I had knowing that my son was not going to die.

"No!" I said out loud. "I can't think about then I need to move on." So I got out of bed took a shower and dressed for a short time not remembering but as I walked to my blood fridge I couldn't help thinking about the times when me and Mar drank out of each other. We have had many special times in this house and everything in here reminded me of her.

This forgetting this was going to harder than expected. Maybe, I took an unneeded breath, maybe I should meet Brandy. It would take my mind off my wife and since the only way for this war to end is her I will need her to not hate me, but I know that she will no matter what. I ruined her life and my goal was to kill her mom. I know I would hate me.

Eventually I talked myself into driving to Jasper's house. Then I felt something, the feeling was the same one I felt when I arrived to see my wife dying. So I drove faster, pushing down the car pedal as far as it was willing to go. Whatever this was it felt worse, much worse than last time.

Within in a few more minutes the feeling grew stronger and I could see Jaspers house and that he had some friends over, bad friends. Nothing was going to make me stop, running into his house I saw that I was too late.

I could tell that whoever was here was gown but just recently. It killed me to know I was too late, I was too late on saving my wife and I was too late again. They were in the training room and I only sinced three people. That right there told me whoever was here did their damage and got what they came for.

As I ran into the room where they were I saw Luke on the flood bleeding and got a slight flash back to the horrible night, then I looked over and saw Jasper was the same way but neither of them looked like they were going to die.

Brandy looked the worst, she still had the dagger in her stomach and she was still conscious, probably not knowing how much blood she has lost. She tried to move but I could tell she was in great pain so I walked over to her and said,

"Don't move. You're too late." And she was to late, the way she looked now, she would be hurting herself more by moving. A few seconds later she passed out and soon as she did I kneeled down to help her. I would notice that dagger anywhere, it was Gwen's.

"I can't believe that bitch would try to kill her own daughter." I said with anger and despair. Maybe no Brandy wouldn't mind much that I was out to kill her mom. As soon as I took the knife out of her stomach more blood came out, but stopped soon. I saw that her wounds healed faster than even mine but I also knew than it was going to be a long time before she was going to wake but for now she was okay, at least physically.

Then I ran for Jasper he had many scratches and cut wounds but none that I knew were going to heal soon. It just looked like he was taken down because of blood loss and a nasty hit on the side of the head. That was bad, now that I look at it maybe Jasper wasn't going to be okay, we will only be able to tell when he wakes up.

Yeah the hit on the side of the head was defiantly going to cause something no one wants to know but he would wake sooner or later. So then I went to Luke and another flash back of that night came to me. Everything about him on the ground bleeding reminded me of that night and I know that no matter what I was never going to let him die. So I kneeled down beside him and looked over his injuries.

He had cuts all over him, and blood in every spot noticeable. I felt around his neck and wrists luckily there were no cuts on his neck, only blood. But on his wrists they were deep. He must have tried to block using his arms because that was where most of the blood came from. This time he was able to try to protect himself. Last time he wasn't hurt nearly as bad.

His pants and shirt were torn to shreds just by looking I saw more blood out of him than it. With less blood it was going to take longer for his wounds to heal. I picked him up and ran him into the medical room and Eli used for experiments and medical things. Setting him on a bed I ran back out and did the same for Jasper and Brandy. If I was to help and have any chance to really know how bad their injuries were it would be easier to do it in here.

A little later that night, relief came over me. None of them were going to die, but now that I thought about it the relief soon went away. Where was everyone else?

Nathan he was not in the training room and I can't since him in the house, nor my other two boys, not even Luke's other three boys. They were all taken just like Luke's wife the night mine was killed. This was bad, now the witches have another half-blood and more vampires.

Wow... this was much worse than last chapter. Or about the same, his wife's death, Brandy losing. About equally depressing. At least no one is dead, for now, that a good thing right, right...?

I hoped you liked it, now that you know who it was that told Brandy she was too late. Yeah honestly I hated keeping that a secret, I wanted to tell some people so bad but.

Please review, come on it's an average of like three per chapter. ') Thank's to all who are still reading and thanks to all who have gotten this story up to 46 reviews. Really I never though I could ever come that close to 50. I was hoping for more that 10 at the begging and no theirs 20 chapters and 46 review.

So yeah, I am just really happy and a big thank you to all.