A/N: Oh yeah the French examinations are over! Now I'm back on track. Do check back on my profile for more stories. :) And let's continue people!

DISCLAIMER: Do we have to go through this again? Coldplay lyrics, CSI:Miami and characters from YUMGirlAndMoltMan's story is taken. I didn't really plan on taking them anyway. I like it where it belongs.

Chapter 15:

Maxwell's POV:

I leaned against the teacher's table as the members went out to find for their next clue, smiling with glee and excitement, all the more curious as to what they are about to discover. The plan was working out smoothly; they just didn't know it yet. One by one, each of them will be abducted into our lair, which meant more food to eat. I licked at the thought of it. More blood to try, more power to gain.

I've done what you wish, father, I bowed my head a little and smiled to myself.

Well done, my son. You have been a good child, now let us get this done and over with so that we could go back to the feast at home.

Where do you reckon I should go first, father? I looked up into the room. The room happens to fit the phrase "Action speaks louder than words", filled with beautiful colours and textures. I'm going to miss this place.

Start from the low rank up, but leave Anastasia for the last. Your mother would very much appreciate it, the tone at the end sounded as if he is smiling. Now, move out.

I walked out straight from the room, taking out my mobile phone as I go along. I nodded my head towards the librarian as a form of greeting before leaving the library. I knew I wouldn't be coming back soon or maybe in forever. I looked at the mobile phone, staring at the names of my victims, picking out the sequence of orders.

I continued walking down the hallway, smiling at each one of my schoolmates. They don't know this is going to happen yet, what is going to happen to their fellow schoolmates. I looked at the place that my very first victim would be doing one of his investigations; the multi-purpose hall.

I stood outside the door, taking deep breaths, readying myself for the kidnapping again, but this time, it is going to be on a grand scale. Reassuring myself, I pushed down the levers, opening both doors into the familiar basketball arena with seats surrounding both sides of it. And there he is, perched on the seats writing down notes for the club, is the youngest and the most diligent member of the club, William.

"Hey, Will! How's it going? I see that you're taking down notes. Long as usual?"

"Hey there Max! Long as usual," he looked up at me and smiled sweetly. Just wait until I wipe it off his face. I gave him a crooked smile as I edged in closer, step by step. Remember son, the prey will truly come to those who waits patiently, my father's voice boomed in my head, reminding me of the briefing before the operation proceeds.

"May I see it?" I tried to ease any of his suspicions by pretending to be his best friend.

"Of course you can!" he laughed out loud, being the cheerful, carefree person he usually is, "Who do you think I was writing for? A ghost?"

His scent was so intense that I've forgotten to hide my features. I didn't drink lately and this must have been affecting my behavior, weak and almost unable to move quickly to anywhere. I walked nearer to him, to see his face turn pale as my fangs start to become longer and my eyes change colour. I could sense his heart quickening, and his anxiety rising. I took out the cloth in which I've soaked in chloroform, preparing for the abduction. This is going to be easy.

I raised both ends of my lips in a smile, "What's wrong Will? Seen a vampire?"

Anastasia's POV:

I stopped in front of a wooden door, sighing to myself as I have found the place. I entered as the sign read, "Science Lab". I looked around the room as my hand pushed the door, closing it into its usual side, taking in the surroundings. Maxwell specifically asked us to look for more clues that could lead us towards the next room, bringing each evidences along the way, just like usual.

I began looking around the room, in specific detail, for anything out of the ordinary. I may tend to be too serious in my work to look around and sense as if something is amidst. The benches and the chairs seemed to be clean, so I went towards the shelf. I picked up each and every test tube, looking inside the contents for some mystery liquid, all the more wondering myself what I could actually be looking for. As I peered inside, a voice brought me out of my concentration; causing me to let the test tube slip and it came crashing to the floor, letting out a fierce crash and lots of bits coming out in every direction.

Thank goodness its iodine solution, I sighed. It wouldn't corrode me.

I turned around to see who the person in the lab might be, but there's no one in sight. The creepier thing is, I didn't see anyone in the lab at all, but my gut feels the other way. I had to make sure, "Hello? Is anyone there? Show yourself if you're not a coward!" I never liked pranks.

"Oh it's just me, sweetie," a figure suddenly lurks out from the shadows near the curtains and sat on one of the benches. A broad grin shown on her face, and a pair of fangs were in sight. My eyes grew wide in horror; she isn't any human, she's a vampire, just like my parents and uncle.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" I shivered at my spot, chills running down my spine just by looking at her. But for some reason, I seemed to have a sense of déjà vu, as if I've seen her somewhere in my life before.

I stood there, frozen as ice as she got out of the bench and walked towards my left, running her hands through my cheeks. My brain gets racked out of everything, but it's still not getting anything! She continued soothing it, before making a large slit with her nails. I grunted in pain, clearing all of the thoughts on my mind and focusing on the wound, "What the heck are you doing?"

"Just doing something for your father," she did a cat-grin, before feeling her pockets and taking out a damp towel. A scent of chloroform surrounded the air, I thought I was going to faint, but then I realized that she was going to abduct me rather than killing me straight on the spot, drinking my blood. Why does everyone keep doing that to me?

I dodged, bending myself forward so as to surprise her and to veer myself away from the towel. I pushed her away and tried running for the door, but she was too fast, and in one swift move, her hands were on my shoulders and she pushed me to the ground, crushing me in her own weight.

I tried to squirm out of her 'embrace', but she was too strong. I rolled my eyes at the thought, next time I need to ask father what makes a vampire weak. Seriously. "What has father got to do with this? I joined the club and did this on my own free will!"

She didn't hesitate one bit as the damp cloth covered all of my mouth, "Listen, it's because of you my life is miserable. He shouldn't be your father. He should be MY husband, and your mother stole him from ME…"

I was going to blacken out, but I kept listening to the speech that she gave me for a few more seconds, letting out a Man, she's selfish.

"I'm NOT selfish," her words screamed into my left ear, "It's payback time."

And with that, I was engulfed into nothing but the cold, dark world full of despair, feeling something pulling me before my whole body feels numb.

Ryan's POV:

I had been in a good mood lately. Anne just became one of my best friends and we were going into the relationship just as I hoped it should be. I was squirting some luminol into the shirt that the first victim of a vampire killing, Alicia Rider, hoping to find some blood or biological on the shirt, when I felt something missing in my chest. My hand went up to feel it, just as it was naturally assigned to do, but it felt there. I eyebrow cocked up at the thought.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Horatio speaking to Eric, Frank and Calleigh, the four of them glancing at me every now and then, but continued being serious in their discussion. Using my superhuman sense of listening, I decided to intervene into their conversation, noticing the Texas slang "…she's disappeared. Just like all of her schoolmates that happen to be in the same club as her."

It was Eric's turn to speak now, "Frank, how many are there?"

"Fifteen, with Alicia Rider included. I checked the list. Police officers are going to each and every house of families that these children have. We need to find them, Horatio."

I took out the UV ray and looked at the victim's shirt in greater detail, while my brain pieced the puzzles together. I didn't quite make out either cases, but Horatio's next few words brought it all together:

"Don't tell Ryan this. He's going to be super upset and let it get in the way, killing our suspects."

I dropped all that I am doing and walked out of the room immediately, and into the circle, "What do you mean leave me out of this? What happened to Anne?"

Everyone suddenly became quiet; no one was uttering a single word. Fueled with rage, I grasp the young Delko on the collar and yelled in front of him, "I KNOW SHE'S IN TROUBLE! I COULD FEEL IT MYSELF! NOW WHERE IS SHE?"

Calleigh, Frank and Horatio tried pulling me back from the grasp, but I wouldn't budge. Not even for the world, "Stop keeping things for me! The sooner or later I would have to find out for myself," I pulled his face closer to mine and spit on it, "Now tell me."

Eric just stared at me, but this time he didn't fighting back, "She's been kidnapped, and one of our suspects happen to be Horatio's arch nemesis. Now would you let me go?" he glared back at me, this time with immense power. I looked towards Calleigh and Horatio, whom both nodded, encouraging me to do so, and I pushed him away from me. Eric straightened his shirt while Calleigh patted my head. I do need one like that sometimes, and I miss it when Anne does that to me.

I hung low as my eyes drooped, comforting myself to the pat, "What should we do now, H?" But his sentence only made me brought me back to the planet of disappointment, "I guess we may have to pray and hope for the best, Mr. Wolfe. I could still feel her presence, which means she's still alive, but barely in good physical shape. We know it's the Akrisons who killed Alicia Rider and kidnapped the students in the 'Detectives' Club', but they tend to hide themselves pretty well. We may have trouble finding out their location. They make sure that the people there don't have access to phones or anything which we could track down with."

"Akrisons?"

Calleigh showed me a file containing notes and photographs. It's not in the usual CSI case, but it is properly designed for something important, something personal, "Yeah. Grey and Casey Akrisons. Apparently, they have two children, and the both of them went into the same school as Anne. Maxwell," she pointed towards the blonde, brown eyed young boy, "is the leader of the club that Anne joined."

"This is no coincidence, H," I muttered to myself. I always knew he would catch what I hear. The elevator rings it's bell, signaling the arrival to it's floor, prompting us to look back. It's not something we would usually react to, but this time it was simply unusual. The door opened and the beautiful mother of Anastasia Caine, walked out of the doors, and into the circle. She was wearing high heels, but that doesn't stop her from walking just as fast as without wearing one and slid herself into Horatio's arms.

"Sweetheart, they took Annie. They took our little daughter away," she sobbed unto his shoulders, letting out a small wet patch on his black jacket. Seeing the little family torn apart, I decided to chip in and help, "I've got a way. It might take awhile but it would help."

All of them eyed me, except for Marisol who is still weeping, face down, on her husband's chest. Horatio lovingly wrapped his arms around her, soothing her of the distress, "Talk to me, Mr. Wolfe."

"Well, I probably have a couple mates around the corner. From there, I'll be able to get the best trackers in the country and we'll sniff her scent into their hiding spot," I look into Horatio's eyes for a second, feeling sadness and fatigue coming from him. This isn't like him at all.

"All right then, it'll take time, but let's do it," the Lieutenant answered solemnly, back to being his own self, before turning to Eric and Calleigh, "Marisol and I will go to the elders to ask them for their help, while Eric, please take good care of Calleigh," and turning to Frank, "here we go again Frank. Better watch yourself."

Nodding in agreement, with everyone knowing what they should do, we split up and went to do our respective duties, all with one thing in our minds: To bring Anastasia home safe and sound.

As for me, now it's time to face my true brothers and sisters.

"Confusion never stops,
Closing walls and ticking clocks,
Gonna, come back and take you home,
I could not stop that you now know."