A/N: Been really progressive lately, but let's just keep it that way. :) Listening to "Beautiful Christmas" by Big Time Rush certainly brings me into the Christmas Mood. xD See? They are talented at everything!

DISCLAIMER: "Looks like..." *puts on my own glasses* "... I don't own them." *half expecting a YEEEEEAAAAAH! behind me*. :) Coldplay, the CSI:Miami characters by CBS, and the minor characters from YUMGirlAndMoltMan's story are free to go.

Chapter 11:

Maxwell's Point of View:

Our history lesson today seemed to be the least interesting of all, even though it so happens to be my favorite subject. My teacher, Mr. Saltzman, have been talking about the topic on Hitler and how he became a nightmare for at least thirty minutes.

"… Have you heard about 'water torture'? It's a procedure whereby the Prisoners of War were forced to drink water until their bodies couldn't be able to handle anymore and literally 'explodes'…"

My mind wandered off into the conversation I overheard with my parents and the sight when I peeked through a small hole from the door being slightly ajar:

"The plan has nicely followed through phase one, and now it's time for phase two," my father proudly raised his voice, prompting a smile from his beautiful and loving wife. She edged closer to him, rubbing her head against his chest, purring with delight.

"Finally, the plan is under way, after fifteen years. They have been a blessing for us, to get rid of Horatio's precious little snot from the phase of the earth," mother's lips raised to both sides of her face, in a wide glee. There was a moment of silence before I heard mother licking her lips, imagining as she closed her eyes, "I wonder what she tastes like. I bet she tasted as delicious as humans themselves. I can't wait to try her out."

"We will my love," father soothed her back, mother closing her eyes and savoring the moment, "When the time comes, we will be invincible and we shall destroy Horatio once and for all, and then we can go in for our prize."

Anger flared through my body. So all this time, they have been using Britney and I to seek revenge for what the red headed lieutenant did to them a few years ago? Just to steal their precious daughter, and drink her blood? I turned the doorknob and swung the door inwards, causing it to bang against the wall and leave a great impression.

My parents clearly weren't shocked to see me, and neither were they happy about seeing me, "You've heard every single word we've said in the conversation didn't you?"

I roared, full of rage, as I shot my fists against the door, creating an unnecessary hole against the smooth surface, "So, all this time, you have been 'loving' Britney and I, creating us just so you can go near your arch nemesis, father? I'm not sure if I can call you my parents anymore!"

Father glared at me, jerking his head to a side, before pushing me up against the wall in our usual supernatural speed, "You've got a problem with that Maxwell? You know, we could have killed you, drank your blood for our good, and then kill that disgraceful, ungrateful Horatio ourselves. But your beloved sister is our precious gift and I knew she wouldn't live life without you," he spat on my face, "Remember who you are, Maxwell. You are an Akrisons, that means you will listen to me and abide everything I say, got it?"

Though I've been taught by nature not to fear others because of who I am: a predator, this is the first time I've felt one. His power was, overpowering, as if he had kept it inside him for a very long time, creeping around his body and waiting for a good time to reveal itself. I nodded my head involuntarily, causing him to grin evilly and threw me towards the sides, landing on the walls and causing a big dent and cracks outlining it as I dropped on the floor. I didn't feel any hurt or pain in all parts of my body, well, technically because I am a vampire and I heal quick, but my mind and heart still felt cold, like it was hit boundlessly by a baseball bat and shot by a gun at the end of it.

I gritted my teeth as I struggled to get up, to face my father and his outshining ego, but lost a step and my bottom kissed the floor again. Defeated, I looked up to his bright fiery red pupil before speaking up, "All right. I'll do whatever you want, but please don't tell Britney about all of this. She didn't need to know."

"That's my boy."

And so, we began the second phase of the huge operation, which is luring Anastasia into our lair, where my parents will deal with her afterwards. I didn't want to join in their torture planning, because I just want to be with my sister, and that is all that matters.

The school bell rang, ending the entire school day. I've noticed and remembered the route our dear little Caine took every single day when she is going home, so I went straight towards the park without any hesitation, the middle of her journey. I just want to get the job done and over with.

I stood in the shade of the tree, a mask placed over my head so that I wouldn't be recognized should this plan fail and the Caine's will start being curious with me, keeping her away from me. I didn't want the plan to blow. I didn't want to waste my life on a dumb plan.

My head snapped up as I caught her scent from the around the corner. How did you know that? I hear you cry. It's just the fact that her scent is so different, and so delicious. I couldn't help but drool just by smelling her; I hope my hunger didn't get the worse out of me and drink her then and there, when I should be bringing her back in one piece and still breathing.

She's getting closer, I could feel her within me. Feel her heartbeat pounding against my ear, her scent setting my throat on fire, her footsteps getting louder and louder. I leaned against the tree, getting a clear visual. As she passed by the tree, I immediately lunged at her, grabbing both of her wrists and dragging her into the dark patches within the park. She tried screaming, screeching her lungs out for air, but it was no use, due to me bringing the two wrists together with one hand and stuffing her mouth with the other.

I smiled to myself, glad that the plan has worked according to plan. Now to take her into the car.

As I began tying her hands and legs with some of the ropes I've brought along with me, I heard a fierce, low sounding growl from behind me. Turning my head around so that I could get a clear view on the animal, I was astonished to find a big dog, no wolf, with his head slightly lowered and body leaning forward, readying for the pounce on me. The wolf was unusually huge, with his muscles bulging out of his four legs. His fur was pure black and very long, I tried looking at its paws and tried not to imagine the long claws scratching against my chest. I rubbed my chest at the thought. And his tail was very long and bushy, that with one whip, he could have sent me flying. It was then that realization hit me; he's not just any ordinary wolf:

He's a werewolf.

I stared deep into his bright, Egyptian yellow eyes looking straight back to me. For once, I could sense a living being's emotions just by looking at it. Deep rage, anger, revenge…

Hunger to kill.

I thought of a plan on the spot, one that would get rid of him so I could get her into the car without arousing the park goers around the area. I decided to trick him a little, by turning to look back at the taunted girl slowly, trying to raise his curiosity, before turning back around in superhuman speed and pushing him on the floor. However, he seemed to sense it coming, because he leapt to a side and pushed me in the other direction, pinning ME on the floor. He roared against my ear, raising my level of fear. I thought I heard some phrases in my head.

You've hurt the one I love. You're going to pay, it screamed in my head, full of hate, full of angst. Full of raw, animalistic power.

It began snapping its jaws at me, something that I'm not afraid of, but the venom is that particular fear inside of me, one that would affect me and my future should I've not been careful. I once read on one of my father's books in gallery of our house, that when a werewolf bites on a vampire, its venom could spread as close to the speed of light, causing a vampire to be physically paralyzed, possibly for life, or even face unbearable death. Now's probably not a good time to try out that theory. Before I could taste the real pain from the bite and venom, a silent whistle brought us to Anastasia's direction.

"Leave him alone, please. He doesn't deserve this from you. Let the police handle this, I just don't want any bloodbath. I don't want you to hurt people," her eyes were filled to the brim with tears.

The wolf loosened his hold on me, feeling a soft side for his beloved new friend. I decided to take this opportunity and kicked him in his abdomen, letting him fly for a few meters before landing on the tree. I got up, picked up some of the things I've left behind in preparing for the abduction, before fleeing the park. I don't want that girl's father to look for me, yet.

Never once did I look back, to see the creature that almost took my life away once more. I didn't care what my father will say or do to me for punishment, but at least I lived to see another day.

Anastasia's POV:

With the masked man gone, I turned to look back at the poor creature, which have fallen to the ground from the tree and was shaking his head from side to side, coming back to reality, letting out a small, saddening whimper.

I tried to get up, wanting to help the poor, injured creature so bad. I've once treated a stray cat when he was limping after a battle with his 'friends', giving him biscuits as a treat every week, and I've waited every single day for it to get better. I know I won't get anything in return, but that's all right.

This is different, that's because this particular wolf saved my life from a kidnapper. My mind went back to the incident. Who is he? Where did he come from?

After a few minutes of thinking, my mind went to a simple, but very important question: When and what if he comes back to me again?

I've managed to sit up straight after a few wiggles of my legs and my bottom. I didn't notice that the ropes binding my legs and hands were chewed apart, until a wet nose nuzzled close unto my neck and a hot, wet tongue licked the side of my cheeks, causing my hands to come up in a natural manner. His breath smelt of meat, raw meat.

"Did you just chew the ropes? Thank you for that!" I smiled for a second before examining his whole body, running my hand through his soft, smooth, black fur, "You're hurt because of me," I wrapped my arms around his strangely large figure and pulled him closer to me, "I'm sorry."

A soft whine aroused from him as he prodded my cheek with his nose, don't be. I'm fine. See? As good as new.

Did he just talk to me in my thoughts, like the voices that seem to annoy the heck out of me a few days ago?

He helped me as I stood up with ease, straightening out of my attire, before going over to retrieve my backpack, well yeah, I did. I'm sorry if I've annoyed you. I thought I heard a snort after that, and I did say I told you so.

I rolled my eyes as the black wolf roared in laughter, grabbing the bag from his mouth after a few tugs, "Well, thanks for the advice," I've emphasized on the words 'advice', "But seriously, how did you do that? You're a wolf! And I'm pretty sure generally wolves don't talk to humans, in fact all animals can't interact verbally, especially through our minds," we decided to stay on the crowded side, just to make sure the kidnapper didn't come back to take me, again.

Heads turned towards our direction, as they probably might be thinking the same thing as me: What a weird creature, way to be big for a dog, and a bit smaller to be called a wolf. They must have thought I must be lucky, and a little weird, to have such a dog as her pet, I'm the special kind of wolf, my dear Anne. And you must be really special to be able to hear my thoughts and reply them back.

We kept on walking, and I tried not to raise my voice in case people raised their eyebrows at me, thinking I am really a nutcase, "Special? What do you mean 'special'?"

Well, we turned around the corner, and my house was in sight. I'm starting to feel bad if father and mother didn't allow me to keep him. They might even want to ask what happened and how I got him, and to be honest, I don't really have the guts to tell them. I'm the only kind of wolf that is able to communicate to certain people, feeding them information inside their brain, and the special kind of people whom replied towards our thoughts are usually someone really close to us. Its eyes were jumping in pure delight; I'm glad that one of them is you.

Awkward.

We stopped outside the main door of my house, as I scratched my head in confusion and generally feeling uncomfortable, "What do you mean, real close?"

The wolf was looking up, gazing deep inside my eyes. For the first time in my life, I have felt comfort in them. This type of animal is different from the others which happened to be a part of my life. He's the type that I want to be near with, to cuddle him up like a teddy bear when I needed comfort, to be my very best friend, telling him what I feel deep down inside. My face reddened as I looked away from the wolf.

It's funny, but where and when have I felt this feeling before? And it's even more intriguing because I've never asked myself how the wolf could appear and find me here in the first place. I'm pretty sure that Miami certainly didn't have mutated wolves and some dogs to create new breeds.

Before the wolf could respond, the door opened gently, and the familiar figure of my father stood right in front of us, fiddling with his spectacles as per usual. He was closely followed by mother, Uncle Eric and Aunt Calleigh, all feeling very anxious, but the three of them sighed when they saw me, safe and sound.

Father wasn't too happy when he saw the wolf though, and as if I have wolf senses, the wolf backed away from me and leapt off, through the pavements, before disappearing behind the woods. I turned to look back at my family, with father putting on his sunglasses.

"I'm glad that you didn't get hurt or get taken away from us. But from the looks of things," father let out a soft sigh, "I think you have a lot of explaining to do."

I looked at them, letting out a big 'OH MAN.'