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I followed Gabriel's horrified gaze to see a giant fucking beast of a werewolf charging at me with the kind of force that would probably break my spine on impact. There was a deep, bloodlust in the wolf's eyes as it charged closer.
I felt like everything had gone into slow motion, and now it was all speeding back up.
Realizing that I was actually in some deep shit, I did the only thing a sane person would do in that situation.
I screamed.
I stared in the wolf's eyes- still screaming- and a little part of me seemed to falter
Sweet Jesus. I was going to become dog food.
That realization made my screaming rise in pitch and volume.
Soon, it drowned out every other noise.
The wolf leapt up into the air, when it was only feet from me, and I knew that this was going to be painful. I turned away, not wanting to watch my own death, but peaked anyway.
The wolf was falling towards me, its teeth exposed, and its claws extended; its eyes were gleaming with so much hatred that I felt like I should have died just by the wolf looking at me. Right at the moment that the impact should have been, there was nothing. I vaguely registered a dark blur, before Damon appeared out of nowhere and ripped the wolf's head of like he was ripping up tissue paper. Warm, sticky liquid hit me and I stared down at myself as I was showered with wolf blood.
"Will you shut up, already?" Damon snapped.
In that moment, I realized that I had still been screaming, and I shut up. But continued screaming on the inside.
I looked around at the destruction that the werewolves had left in their wake and felt my knees go weak as I visibly shivered all over.
"Are you okay?" Damon asked idly as he shook werewolf blood and guts from his arms.
I was in the process of nodding when Damon glanced up at me and stared. But he wasn't staring at me, he was staring behind me.
The look in Damon's eyes was unfathomable. There were no words for it.
And soon, that look was echoed in the eyes of Gabriel and Nathaniel; only their's had a larger amount of horror. Before I could turn to see for myself what had them so shaken after this horrible night, an arm wrapped around my waist and my back was pushed against a broad chest.
I felt cool breath against my ear and a velvety voice call "Sorry about this, love" in a thick British accent, before a hand snaked through my hair, yanked my head back, and excruciating pain erupted all over my body and sent my vision whirling as I screamed again. I felt my flesh come free and rip away at the force with which this new vampire had bit me and soon my vision was going black as my blood spouted out into the mouth of my soon to be murderer.
And then, there was sweet, soft, painless, blackness.
I welcomed it joyously.
Third Person POV
The Felling brothers could hardly believe what they had just witnessed. But the proof was all around them. The werewolf attack, the missing pixie-human, the desolate looks on all of their faces.
They had just seen their brother. They had just seen Jonathan.
And as troubling in itself as that was, it wasn't the worst part. The worst part was that he had very slowly, and very precisely given each and every brother a look of pure hatred and menace, before he swooped Chloe up in his arms and ripped her throat out in front of their eyes.
Damon was still staring belligerently at the place that Jonathan had stood not five minutes ago. How could he do this? Why would he do this?
At first, Damon's mind rejected the idea that his brother could still be alive, had been alive all this time. But then, he began to think- instinctually.
And instinctually, it made sense.
Jonathan was out for blood, like any other betrayed vampire would be, and Jonathan was smart about it.
Damon had to admit, the plan was infallible.
Have a small army of werewolves attack the castle during a giant ball, creating chaos and confusion. Then, while everyone was still recovering and healing from their wounds, still feeling a little dazed and bewildered, he would swoop in and deal a life-threatening blow to the one thing that all of the brothers had agreeably liked in all of their centuries of life. And, just before leaving with his new prize, Jonathan paused, and offered a low bow to his brothers- saying "I'll try to have er' back by midnight"
It was so Jonathan.
Damon snarled, cursing under his breath, and viciously kicking the corpse of a werewolf.
He glanced over at his brothers to see Nathaniel leaning with one hand posed up against the wall as he stared out the window at the moonlit forest beyond the castle. His face seemed to be carved into a permanent frown, and his hand slowly curled into a tight fist.
Gabriel was kneeling on his knees, looking more pathetic than Damon had ever seen him, staring at the same place that Damon had been staring at. The look on Gabriel's face was a mix of empty grief, numbness, and deep sorrow. Damon wasn't sure if it was from losing Chloe or from realizing that he couldn't do anything right afterall.
It felt like it had back when the feud was still fresh and hostile. No one looked at each other. No one spoke. Again, they were no longer brothers. They were separate; detached.
Within ten short minutes, everything that had mattered; had been destroyed. And the worst of it was that it was at the hands of the one person who always fought to keep their dysfunctional family together. It was at the hands of their not- very- dead -afterall, brother Jonathan.
Still feeling numb, like every part of himself had been ripped out, Damon turned and slowly walked to the east wing of the castle.
Closing, locking, and bolting the door behind him.
Chloe's POV
I woke up to the sound of running water and groaned, both aloud and internally. Cool hands traced around my body and lifted me from wherever I had been lying. Almost, simultaneously, I was dropped into water.
That woke me up almost immediately, and my eyes snapped open. I was in a bathtub, and the water was turning a pinkish color- that's right, Damon had sprayed me with vampire blood. And then…and then I had been attacked. My hand went up to my throat but found no sign of the damage that I was sure had been inflicted on it.
"Does it hurt? I was fairly sure, I had given you enough of my blood to heal it right up" came a familiar velvet voice.
My eyes flickered over to the vampire in the corner as he stepped from the shadows of the bathroom.
I frowned at him and slowly curled up into a small ball, hiding my private areas as he approached.
"It's nothin I haven't seen before, lovey"
"Quit calling me that" I demanded
The vampire perked up as he pulled up a chair beside the bathtub.
"What? You aren't a fan of pet names?"
"Not when they're given to me by people who try to kill me" I retorted.
The vampire pursed his lips, a small frown gracing his pretty face before he turned back to me, a small smile on his lips "Shame" he remarked in a clipped tone.
He held out his hand, red eyes gleaming "The name's Jonathan. Jonathan Felling. Perhaps you've heard of me?"
I felt a small shock roll through me and I met the vampire's eyes suspiciously as I looked him over more closely. He had the same hair color as Nathaniel only it was a bit darker, the same jaw as Gabriel only a tad bit broader, the same build as Damon only he was a bit smaller.
Overall, Jonathan didn't really look like any of them. He looked younger than Damon and Gabriel, maybe even Nathaniel, but I doubted it.
His hair was thick, and long, reaching his shoulders and he was just as gorgeous as his other brothers. The British accent didn't make a whole lot of sense, but that wasn't the first thing on my mind.
"You're supposed to be dead" I mused aloud.
Jonathan smirked, leaning conspiratorially towards me "I am" He whispered "Try to keep it on the down low, if you get my drift"
I rolled my eyes "That's not what I meant. Damon said that Gabriel hired people to kill you or something. That you were murdered'
Jonathan leaned back in his chair, using the tub edge as a footrest as he entwined his fingers behind his head.
"Sorry to disappoint ya, love"
I narrowed my eyes and turned to face him "So are you like holding me hostage or something? Are you going to kill me?"
This time it was Jonathan who rolled his eyes. "Now why would I go wasting my perfectly good blood on you If I was just gonna kill ya?" He asked rhetorically.
I stared at him suspiciously coming up with hundreds of reasons for his strange behavior in my head.
"So what do you want?" I asked.
Jonathan glanced at the ceiling, sighing deeply before turning back to me with a small smile on his lips.
"Guess" He challenged.
I sighed, pursing my lips, and gauged Jonathan's expression for any hints. He gave nothing away.
"I don't know, revenge?" I shrugged, unsure.
Jonathan smiled "Precisely"
"On who, exactly?" I asked. Jonathan glanced away and glowered at the door of the small bathroom.
"All of them" He muttered under his breath.
"And where do I come in, on all of this?"
"Nowhere. I was just kind of thirsty, and I saw the way that Gabriel and Damon were staring after you like abused puppies, so I thought I'd have some fun with it. I figure, I'll let you hang here for a few days- let them sweat, and then send you back completely unharmed." Jonathan admitted.
I laughed a little at that last part. "But, why?"
The corner of Jonathan's mouth tilted up and he raised an eyebrow "I have no vendetta against you lovey, in fact, I think you're kind of cute and attractive. In a highly sexual way"
I flushed red, snickering as I turned away. I could almost feel Jonathan's satisfied smile behind me.
He clapped his hands together suddenly, making me jump, and leaned forward.
"You all bathed off in there, or do you need help?" He raised his eyebrows in the same maniacal way that Damon did and smiled at me, waiting for my reply.
"Do you have clothes for me?" I asked, eyes searching the room for any sort of clothing material.
"Nope. I guess you'll just have to walk around naked"
I narrowed my eyes and Jonathan's smile widened.
"Just kidding" he assured before standing up and lifting his own shirt over his head, exposing his toned upper body to me, and tossing it to me. I looked back at the murky pink water, sure that he couldn't see anything through it and glanced back at him.
"Turn around. And pass me that towel" I commanded.
Jonathan rolled his eyes dramatically but did what I asked.
It was almost comedic how quickly I rushed to rub myself down with the towel and pull the shirt over me head after stepping from the tub.
Jonathan's shirt made it just past my mid thighs- but I was still not comfortable walking around without panties on. Not comfortable at all.
"I just had the maids go out and get you some clothes for the next few days, so you should have proper attire any minute now.
I let out a relieved sigh as Jonathan turned around "Thanks"
He shrugged, an odd tension falling over the both of us.
"You can sleep in whatever bedroom you want. There's no one here but me and the maids until tomorrow so you don't have to worry about walking in on anyone"
I was about to ask who was coming tomorrow, but the tension in the room forced my mouth shut and sent me quickly hurrying from the room and through the nearest door.
Luckily, it was into a bedroom. I sighed, walking over to the large, comfortable looking bed, and collapsing onto the thick comforter.
God-oh-god did I wish that I had underwear. I was going to have to sleep with my legs practically glued together all night.
I stared at the ceiling as I quickly retreated under the covers and relayed tonight's events in my head.
Okay so there was a ball, I was almost killed by a werewolf- but saved at the last second by Damon (whom I may or may not have feelings for), then I had my throat torn out by a vampire and Felling brother who up until now, everyone believed to be dead, then, said undead vampire brother whisked me off to his own secret castle in god-knows-where, where he continued to charm me until I completely forgot that he had almost killed me earlier tonight- and yet still, I couldn't bring myself to be angry with him, he was too cute.
I never had been able to resist an accent.
By the time that I had relived everything, I was drifting off into another deep sleep, completely oblivious to the dangers that could still be lurking around right outside my door.