A/N: Can't believe I have to redo the A/N again. -.- Anyways, watched another film about two brothers in an adventure. Still traumatized over Kirikou, even though it's a good movie. Here's another chapter for you guys to read. So enjoy!

I'm sorry if it's too long. -.- I can't write literally short stories.

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Chapter 17:

Ryan's POV:

I stood in the bathroom, straightening out my tie while looking at my reflection on the mirror. I'm not really sure as to whether I could do this, to be able to pull off this stunt with ease, but I knew I have to, because this is for Anastasia, my best friend and my future beta. I can't afford to lose her to that piece of trash.

Dad's voice rung inside my head, just the three most important sentences when we were having a conversation on the phone about gathering all the werewolves for an urgent meeting; I know you can do it son. It's your destiny to lead and to protect the innocent. Your destiny to become the alpha of the pack.

My hands went from the tie to picking up the cologne on the bathroom cabinet, spraying some on me so that I may be able to give a good first impression to my "siblings", that's what we always call our other friends. My head wrapped around the thought "lead and protect". It looks impossible but could be made possible if I give it a shot.

I took one last look on my hair and attire against the mirror on the wall, before going out of the room to collect my belongings, when I saw two wolves on the bed. One was large, bigger than my size, and it's skin was ash grey. It has really pointy ears and it's face is long. That meant more teeth along the jaw line. Next to him, I guessed it is a she because of the figure, is a smaller, but sleek figure of a female wolf. She is of oak brown colour, and it's fur is more smooth compared to her companion.

I rolled my eyes when realization hit me: my parents.

"Mum, Dad, what on earth are you both doing here?"

The grey wolf stood up gracefully, after taking a small nap on my now messed up bed, We're here for the trial, Ryan. Do you really think you can do it by yourself? You need the assistance, but yet again, you're in charge of this whole operation.

He's right sweetheart, mother's body was still against the bed, but her tail swooped up and was swaying back and forth, We're just here in case you need help.

I sighed, sitting down on the bed, legs dangling on the floor but the upper half of my body turned to meet them, and bending my head slightly forward, in a downward direction, one of the ways I respected them for being my parents, "I'm sorry for being mean to you guys. Now I know how it feels like being under a curse, having to gain more responsibilities even though we don't want to."

My father edged closer, looking at me eye-to-eye with the seriousness written all over it, before rubbing his nose against my chest as a way of forgiving me, and gently nibbling my ear, Son, don't be mad at this curse. Take a different outlook to it. You'll be able to see it as a blessing.

"I don't know father, it's just that," I broke off the sentence, looking for the right adjectives to suit the right feeling, "Now, I don't really see it as a blessing yet. Anger management issues, transforming into this wolf every now and then. It's just crazy!" in one swift motion, my hands were on my face, never bothered to look at my father's eyes for a longer period of time.

I know, my sweetheart, the brown wolf gently stood up on all fours, before tugging my hands away from my face with her paws, We don't want this to happen to us either. But I guess we have to do the same things that humans do; move on.

Finally giving in to her words, I let my hands rest against the sides of my body. My eyes certainly crossed and I thought I felt folds on my forehead as I began to concentrate my thoughts, Don't think about it too much, Ryan, my mother gently nudged me in my shoulders with her nose, giving out a 'snuff' along the way, Always take one step at a time.

"One step at a time," I mumbled to myself, repeating the last words and committing it to memory, one that I would keep for a very long time. I turned back to my parents, circling my arms around the soft, furred bodies and kissing them both near the jaw line, "Thanks, mum, dad. Look at the time, we have to go now. Meeting's going to commence shortly."

We'll always be with you, son, father reminded me yet again as the three of us walked out of the door and into the living room. It's time we take action, and hopefully get rid of this maniac for good.

Anastasia's POV:

I didn't know how I could have been carried to another place or how long I have been unconscious, but an unfamiliar odor certainly brought me back to planet Earth. It's strangely pungent, but very addictive. I tried to move my arms and legs, examining myself whether I could have been tortured along the way, and that's when I realized both of them have been bound together by rope. Now where have I experienced this before?

In short, I am helpless. And there's nothing I could do about it.

I looked around the scenery set before my eyes: the surfaces of the area seemed to be full of rocks, like I was in some unknown cave. It was dark, but thankfully not pitched black due to the lit torches placed on the walls around the cave. It was as if I jumped in the time machine and went back to the caveman days, where everything is so simple and technologies have ceased to exist.

My ears captured some moans from around me, as if someone is hurt, and looked down in front of me. To my horror, I saw that all of my club members were there, coming about and struggling to get up. How did they end up here? Surely they weren't kidnapped the same way I was.

Somehow, my gut felt like some bad aura was coming towards me, and not wanting to cause the lightning to strike twice, I turned around to look back the same way I came about, taking in my instincts. It was two figures in blood red cloaks, and like a horror movie, they seem very creepy. A male voice echoed the room, probably from one of the figures, "If it isn't our dear Anne. Welcome to our lair. We've been expecting you for a very long time."

I can't quite make out the sound, but it felt all the more familiar to me. Together with Casey's appearance, my brain finally picked the right information and it seems as if it shot straight to the projectile room: they were there when I was five years old, in the swimming pool incident:

People said that it was an accident for a girl like me to be pushed down into the adult swimming pool without any floats on, almost drowning myself. They were wrong.

I was dipping my feet in the swimming pool, watching my big brother Kyle do his swimming lessons with his friends every weekend. I've wanted to take swimming very, very bad, but you know my mother, never taking risks for her daughter in case something bad happens to her.

Kyle's signals by waving his arms, crossing each other and bringing them apart, caught my attention, "Annie! Would you mind getting my goggles? I've seen to have forgotten to bring them. They are on the chairs, inside my bag."

"Sure big brother!" I yelled back, with an innocent smile smacked on my face, as I stood up, turning around to head back onto our seat, picking up the necessary item along the way. However, a pair of arms grabbed mine and in one swift move, threw me into the water, crashing into it. I could still remember their faces: Casey and Grey. Father had told me of them, showing me the pictures so that I know when to stay away from them.

I didn't really have the experience, but some kicks helped me get up to the surface, at least enough to catch my breath. I tried gasping for air, but could only swallow massive amounts of water. I continued struggling my way up, but I knew it was no use. I've regretted being on the edge of the pool at the wrong time.

I could hear Kyle's screams, loud and clear, calling for me, and the splashing of the water as he and his friends tried swimming their way over me, but I heard another sound of a splash as if someone plunged into the water, and a pair of arms grabbed hold of my body, wrapping around my figure, bringing me up onto the surface and letting me breathe again. I turned to look at my angel, and felt grateful that it was my uncle. I know that I wouldn't drown with him around, more so because he's a police diver.

"Anne, are you all right, sweetheart? Talk to me," he cradled me with one arm, with the help of the water, while the other caressed my cheeks, "I'm fine, Uncle Eric. It was just an accident."

He became silent for a moment as I continued gazing into his dark brown eyes, not being able to tear away from the gaze, but nodded after awhile. I knew something was up, "All right then. I'll take you to the hospital to get you checked up, hopefully remove some of the water that entered your lungs." He passed me over to my concerned father on the edge of the pool, whose hands were carrying in a towel, waiting for me, as he jumped up, raising his arms in a push up position and getting out of the pool.

Kyle was standing behind his father, blaming himself for being inattentive, slapping himself on the cheeks for not being able to save me, but mother shushed him, restraining him from continuing any further, "No, Kyle. You're a good brother. Don't ever think that way."

Kyle wanted to argue back, but father stopped him, "Kyle, this is not your fault. It's an accident. No one saw it coming," he pulled me closer to him as he wrapped the towel around my body, finding some warmth and comfort, "Just an accident."

As if by magic, my brain brought me back into the present, just as the two figures revealed themselves by putting the hoods over their backs, revealing their faces. They sure are a bit of a show off, letting other people know who they are before they are killed.

I remembered the both of them as if they had been in my life all along or maybe because the trauma has caused a great effect on me.

The figure standing on the left was a tall, well-built man with a short and curly, bold black hair. His eyes are symmetrical, his nose was beautifully sharp and his lips were tight and blood red. It was as if he is a perfect creature, an older, far more better version of Maxwell, but what ruined his face was the scar on his left cheek, which seems to be the only thing off the beauty list. I remembered father telling me that he was the one who caused it, making a slit on his face when saving my mother.

Next to him, to my dismay, is his wife, the one whom abducted me from school, Casey, except that she looked taller this time, maybe because of the high heels she was wearing. And her face just got creeper because of the darker surroundings and the fact that she is wearing a black cloak.

The other members of the club were in gasps, fear levels rising against their powers, except for me. I've seen and felt too much of this and it sort of became a habit to me, "What do you guys want from me again? Isn't pushing me into the pool ten years ago good enough for you? Well, guess what, I've started taking swimming lessons for now and I'm ready for another push, if you would like."

The both of them let out some laughs, while the club members looked at me, "Anne, you know them?"

"Unfortunately, I do, yes. They sicken me. All they can do is ruining my family's life, if that's the only thing they live for," I yelled at them, hoping that my friends and they themselves would hear it. To my delight they did, because the next moment I was pushed against the wall, hands and feet still tied behind my back, with Grey grasping hold of my neck, making it very hard to breathe, "Don't you dare talk to me like that. You do have a lot of cheek, you know that?"

I never hold back, and fought on like what my father taught us to do from a very young age. I glared at him with intense seriousness in my eyes, "Yeah, I do have lots of cheek cells, you can have some if you like. Besides, I know Dad just can't wait to get in here and kick your filthy bottom."

"Oh, he wants to, does he? Well, not anymore, young Anne," he slapped my cheeks, sending my face to one direction, "By the time he arrives, he'll be too late. The humans themselves have no choice but to take him into prosecution."

All of us knew what he meant, with some of the club members cringing to the sound of it, having silent prayers all to themselves, but I only duck my head lower and let out a silent plea, Please father, save us all. I know you have the power to, and you can.

Instead, I've only heard an evil laugh coming from Grey, "Try as you might, Anne. He can't hear you."

Ryan's POV:

I looked back at my watch and it read eight in the evening, right on the dot. They should be here by now.

And sure enough, people came round the trees, people whom I knew and grew up with. I was their follower, but now I was about to become their leader. I noticed an old friend of mine as they began to take their places in the meeting. He looked a little bit buffer and taller since his first transformation and has grown to become more tan, but nevertheless he is my best friend. His dirty-blonde hair, greenish-blue eyes and wide smile gave proof to that, "Tim!"

"Hey Ryan, what's with the urgent meeting? It sounds very serious," he eyed me for a second, with a question mark hovering about his head, "And since when are you being neat and all that? Wearing a suit with a tie in it?"

"It's all about making good first impressions buddy," the two of us met and we knock shoulders into each other as a sign of brotherhood. Man, he is far stronger than I am. I'm actually scared that my shoulder would get dislocated for the first time.

"Relax, brother. We are all siblings here, there's no need to play dress up," Tim guffawed at my clothes. I only blushed and prodded his shoulder.

With everyone gathered, some sitting while the others stand around, I made my way into the middle of the circle, "Good evening sisters and brothers. Thank you all for taking your time and coming here today."

One of the wiser, older and more authoritative members of the pack stood up and raised at the top of his voice, a true example of an alpha, "Your welcome, little brother. Now what can we do to help?"

"Well," I glanced at my parents for awhile, earning a little encouragement from the both of them, before letting my problem out. I do tend to have doubts on whether they would like to help me, since it's my case. But then again, we're siblings. What kind of siblings wouldn't help each other?

"My friend had been kidnapped, along with her schoolmates. Apparently, the one who kidnapped them is a vampire, and they are planning on taking revenge."

The woods were silent, except for the creaking from the bugs and the fluttering of the birds. However, inside in our thoughts, reactions were shooting from every direction: WHAT?

The alpha continued questioning me, "Who is this friend to you, to us? I just don't understand why rogue leeches would suddenly want to grab hold of a few humans and actually do nothing to them," I sometimes love how they like to call vampires names, just like in school.

"That's the problem, big brother," I shrugged, looking at the ants beneath me walking back and forth from their nests, "She's Horatio Caine's daughter. She's innocent and she has nothing to do with her father's problems…"

Tim crossed his arms, smirking like he knew that there was something more to that. Best friends should know each other inside and out, "… and the fact that I love her so much, I couldn't possibly let her die."

"Horatio's daughter? She's only a dhampire! Have you actually 'imprinted' on her yet, little one?"

"Not yet," I shook my head, walking back a few steps while placing my hands on my head, rubbing it back and forth, "I've wanted to, but I didn't have the courage to tell her that I love her, and now that she's kidnapped, I don't know what t—".

Mother was instantly behind my back, soothing my shoulders and massaging them, comforting me with her words, "It's not your fault, honey. No one saw that coming."

Tim shook his head, smiling towards himself, asking why I am always like this, before taking a step forward, resulting in heads turning towards his direction, "Your mother's right, it's not your fault, Ry. For you, your future wife, and the humans, I'm in."

The elder raised his hand as a sign of oath, telling everyone of the agreement, "All right then. For our dear brother and our best friend Horatio, I'm joining in and I will promise to help them until I face death. If any of you did not plan on taking part, you are free to leave now."

There was silence in the woods again, but no one moved out of their seats. In fact, all of them wanted to be part of the action! My heart skipped a beat as I saw a glint of hope: My wish is going to come true after all with the help of my big family. With the elder nodding his head at the crowd and to the four of us, Tim looked at me, with a broad grin on his face, "So, best friend, how's the plan going to be?"