so this story is getting down to the last few chapters (2-3) :( BUT don't be too sad i have a new story in mind.. i'm pretty sure it's going to be called "Dog Eat Dog World" here's a "rough draft" summary:

In a future society, mankind's thirst for cures and vaccines end's up being it's downfall. A few years ago doctors thought they found a cure for cancer, but it ended up having detrimental results. Humans were turned into beings that had to feed off of blood to live, and biting other humans only makes more of these monsters. The remaining humans are hunted and farmed for their blood, and their numbers are dwindling. A group of bloodthirsty vampires set out one of their own to try and find more blood. He finds exactly that... and gets more than what he was hoping. He's accepted into their camp and surrounded by weapons that can kill him. But what will kill him first? His need for blood, his secret, the weapons, or the girl he is slowly falling for?

okay so let me know if you'd be willing to read! i have some great characters and plot ideas lined up for this story :) i'm excited!

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Chapter 20:

"Seth," his name came out of my mouth in a growl. "Let Wes go. You're out numbered. Two vamps that you know are stronger than you and a werewolf that's trained to take you down, against you. You're smart enough to know who's going to win." I didn't know if the werewolf part was true, but I figured it was. It made logical sense. This war is real, and I'm willing to bet that the werewolves have been training to conquer and kill vampires. They're not idiots; they wouldn't be unprepared.

Seth chuckled darkly and he gave me a sinister smile. "I don't think so."

"What are you even trying to gain with Wes?" Cashile asked. "You have your army. Adding a small, innocent child isn't going to make it any stronger. In fact, he may even bring you down. He won't be able to restrain himself around blood; he'll be too overwhelmed to obey simple commands. He's just a child." Cashile repeated.

Seth pondered on Cashile's words for a moment. His eyes silted in concentration as a mischievous smile crawled onto his face yet again, as if he liked the idea of invoking chaos. "It is an intriguing idea, but that's not what I intend to do with the boy." Seth wrapped is arm around Wes, what normally would be a comforting gesture, turned into a frightening grasp. Wes looked at me with terror, his lower lip trembling. "I have him over you. You will do anything to get him back, right?" My memories flashed to when Seth was torturing me to get to Cashile. Now I know how hard it must have been for Cashile.

Seth brushed Wes's light brown hair around. Wes continued to heave in sobs. His cheeks were wet and red from tears. I can't stand seeing him like this. How can anyone want to hurt a child? A child!

"What else could you possibly want from me?" I asked, disgusted. Seth raised an eyebrow and smiled, looking at me lengthwise. "There are a lot of things I want from you…" Seth insinuated. Next to me, I could hear both Cashile and Shane let out a deep rumble from their throats.

"Ah, ah, ah," Seth shook his head and showed off his fangs. "One wrong move and the kid dies." Shifting his tone, Seth continued. "You all have been causing me quite a bit of trouble. I can't go anywhere without someone running and causing a scene. It's hard to be inconspicuous when people are screaming. I'm trying to build a discreet army so no one will anticipate my attack. With everyone running away, it makes it hard to do my job." Seth breathed in an annoyed and calming breath. "I need you to gather up the rest of my army."

"You mean kidnap?" I spat.

Ignoring my comment, Seth continued explaining his plan. "While you are out gathering my men, I will turn the ones I've already collected." Seth gave a triumphant smile. "And teach them how to kill those smelly little dogs in the other compound." Seth sneered at Shane.

"I don't think so." Cashile growled and reached to his side, pulling out a gun and pointing at Seth's head. "Let him go."

Seeing Cashile pull out the gun made me freeze in my steps. What if Seth acted to quickly? What if he got the chance to kill Wes? I looked at Cashile as if he were insane. I didn't want Cashile to push Seth too far. I continued to stare. The gun looked so foreign in Cashile's hands, yet I could tell he was skilled with it. I know he is; he spent years training for this shot—the shot that would kill a vampire—his ultimate goal. A shot to the chest, slightly to the left would kill Seth immediately. Cashile would hit the target, that much I'm sure of, that's where he was aimed, but I was more worried about Seth making the first move.

'Go,' I heard a voice in my head.

Am I going crazy? First hallucinations, now voices in my head?

'Go,' Cashile's voice repeated. Cashile! We share a connection through our blood. Part of him will be with me. I didn't know he could do this, though. 'Allison, go get Wes. Now. Be quick.' I looked to Cashile who's face remained stern and whose lips were in a closed snarl. Maybe I was imagining his voice…he looks too concentrated to be communicating with me. Whatever was going on, however he's communicating with me, I'm going to listen to the voice. It's right. I need to save Wes. Be quick, I thought.

My reflexes are faster than Seth's. I will always be faster. I have to act, now.

Using my new vampire speed, I ran forward and ripped Wes away from Seth's leechy grip and pulled him into my arms. Seth didn't have time to react, by the time he did, Cashile had pinned him to the ground, threatening his life with a gun, the barrel pushing against his forehead. A shot thru the brain would stun a vampire, not kill it, I thought. Cashile looked up to Shane. "Make sure the humans get home okay. Escort them home. Allison and I will take care of Seth."

"What about Wes?" I asked, holding him close. He still continued to sob into my chest, but they were from relief rather than terror. I delicately held his head close.

"Take him home, make sure everything's okay, return when you're ready. I won't do anything until you're back." Cashile said to me, but his eyes never left Seth.

"Okay." I picked up Wes in my arms and walked out the door first; his small arms hugged my neck and he buried his face into my shoulder.

Shane started leading the group of humans back to the inner part of the compound where they all most likely lived and I took the opposite route. As I walked, dead leaves crunched under my feet, one cricket chirped and I repeatedly told Wes it was okay and that he was safe now.

Eventually Wes's sobs slowed and he calmed down, but his grip around me didn't falter. "Aly," he began softly. "Yeah?" I asked. "Thanks. You're the best big sister ever." I smiled. "I love you," he said.

He loved me. He knew I was a vampire and he still loved me. He wasn't scared. I felt a wave of relief, like rain after a drought. "I love you too, Wes." I said as I kissed him on his forehead.

"Aly?" he asked again. "Yeah?" I responded again. "Will you run home? I want to go fast, like you did inside." Wes gave me a big smile. He's not afraid of me.

Then, for Wes, I ran home. My hair flew behind me in a whirl of brown. Wes happily clutched my neck and a small giggle came from him. All too soon, we were back at our home.

I knocked on the front door three times like I saw Cashile do. I don't know if it was a password or if it was just random, but right now I just did what my instinct told me to do.

Nicole opened the door; a long gun was slung across her back and her mouth was in a tight, serious line. After she realized we were no threat she relaxed and my parents came rushing to greet us. They both embraced Wes and suffocated him with kisses.

"Where's Shane?" Nicole asked delicately, expecting the worse. Her pale eyes looked scared, filled with worry that her Alpha could be gone.

"He's fine," I whispered back with a smile. "We found humans and he's making sure they get home okay. He'll come back when he's done."

"And the other vampire that came, Cashile?"

"He's back at the house we found Seth at." I looked at my parents; they were still concentrated with Wes. I looked back at Nicole. "I have to go back. I have some unfinished business to attend to."

Nicole nodded her head in confirmation. She knew what had to be done. With a silent understanding I left, knowing Nicole would explain why I left to my parents.

. . .

Using the shackles that were previously retraining humans, Cashile bound Seth to the ground. The chains made no noise as Seth sat still on the ground, his legs in a loose "criss-cross applesauce" position. It looked like all of the energy had been beaten out of him and he was breathing hard, staring at the floor in a heated gaze. There was a cut above his eyebrow that was almost healed but still left a trail of blood down to his jaw line. Looking now, there were multiple places were there was blood, but no cut. I could hear Seth's voice in my head, 'no matter how badly you hurt vampires, they will always heal, and they will always feel the pain,' I hope he's eating those words right now.

Under my feet a wooden board squeaked. Up until now I had been silent, using my vampire given abilities to observe in secret and silence. Bothe Cashile and Seth looked up at me. Seth let out a deep growl and Cashile walked over to me. He had been standing over Seth, making sure he didn't try anything. There was blood on his shirt, splattered in small dots, which made me believe that the blood wasn't his, but that it was Seth's.

"Everything okay?" he asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I could see that he had tucked the gun in his front waistband for easy access.

"Yes," I told him, keeping an eye on Seth's battered body, watching his chest rise and fall. Why isn't he breaking free? He made it seem so easy when I tied him down, and I even drenched him with acid. I shivered as I remembered how painful that was, and yet he still broke free.

"Good," he intertwined his fingers as he grabbed my hand. "Come here." Cashile pulled me over to Seth. Now that I was closer I could see why Seth was so drained. He was literally being drained.

Hooked up to his inner elbows were two tubes that were deep red in color and led to two bags. I recognized the supplies immediately. Any human would recognize the blood 'donation' process. Cashile must have found the provisions nearby; there were a lot of bloodletting supplies in this abandoned house. Seth brought it all here no doubt. Now it was being used against him. Oh, the irony, I laughed in my head.

Slowly, Seth lifted his head to look at me. His lips were closed, yet they still held a snarl.

"I told you I would wait for you," Cashile said deeply. "What do you want to do?" Cashile grabbed the gun from his waistband and a knife with a deadly hilt that was cut in a way that it made more damage coming out that it did doing in. Like shark's teeth. A weapon strictly for torture.

"I'm not sure." I told him. "Why did you hook him up to all of this?" I asked, the thought randomly popping into my head.

"To give him a little taste of what it feels like. What we had to go through as humans," Cashile laughed quickly like he made a joke. "But really, it makes him weaker, he can't escape the restraints this way." He paused for a moment before he continued. "So, what's it going to be?" Cashile held his gun in one hand and the knife in the other. For a while I sat in silence, debating what to do. "You can do both," Cashile suggested.

I looked at Seth again. What he deserved was a long, painful death. A shot to the heart was out of the question, which leaves the bullet poisoning him or the knife. I stared at him more, looking him in the eyes. As his dark eyes looked back I could almost see a triumph in them like he broke me, like he knew wouldn't go through with it, like I was afraid. "What are you waiting for?" Seth surprised me by talking. His voice was weak, but still threatening. He chuckled darkly, his fangs in view. He probably didn't voluntarily have his fangs out; they were out because of hunger. All of this blood loss was getting to him.

I stepped closer to Seth, squatting down to meet him at eye level. I glared at him with a smirk on my face. "Tell me, Cashile," I began. "What happens when a vampire runs out of blood? Do they starve? Do they go mad?" I kept my eyes on Seth as I talked to Cashile.

"All of the above, and then they die," Cashile replied.

"I think I'll go with that option." I pushed the gun and knife back to Cashile. "Either of these would be too quick, too…nice. After what he's done; he deserves it." It felt good knowing that my problems with Seth would soon be over; the only problem was I wanted Seth to die quick. I wanted him gone as soon as possible. I had to keep reminding myself: that would be too nice.

Cashile and I sat outside of the house on the ground. Cashile's hand was in mine and I rested my head on his shoulder as we guarded the door. Cashile's loaded gun sat in his lap, ready if Seth happened to escape, but he didn't. He just screamed restlessly. Sometimes he would yell incoherent things. "Look, I don't know what he is, just let me thru! You promised! I don't know anything! Cashile…" he would scream sporadically, lost in the past. "What is he!?"

I looked to Cashile, waiting for him to say something, but he always gave me a look that said: he's going mad, remember?

As the night went on, the sky grew lighter. Seth's episodes were getting shorter and spread longer apart. His voice was weaker than ever before. "Please, I just… need blood." Obviously he was really out of it because he sounded desperate, sad, helpless and… human. He sounded human. I've never heard it before up until now. He was always a monster to me, but in his last moments, he changed.

The sun was starting to make the horizon glow a fluorescent orange and pink. It's been a little over an hour since we've heard anything from Seth.

My eyelids seemed heavy. Every time I blinked, sleep seemed to pull me into its grasp. Calling, beckoning. I yawned. I was more tired than I knew. I can't even remember the last time I had a full night's sleep.

"We should go back now," Cashile said, also tired. "Before it gets too light out."

I glanced at the closed door, as if I expected to see Seth through it. The grey paint was chipping off of it. "Can we stay at my house? I'm not ready to leave them yet."

Cashile smiled warmly. "Sure,"

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