Violet leaned her head against the wooden cabin wall. Glancing out the window, she saw it was early in the morning; it had been two days of being locked in a shack in the middle of the swamp. Occasionally she was supplied blood bags which didn't do much as she was starving. If she asked for more, they had no problem supplying her with one or even a human but that was only when a wolf decided to check on her. The only thing she could do was sit there and stare around being chained up. That wasn't the worst part though, the worst was when Aurora stuck around and she was left to talk to her.

Licking her lips, she was craving more blood but knew better than to yell. Being slightly weak and chained up, the wolves could easily take her down if she made a sudden movement. She wondered where Marcel was if he was even out there looking for her. Like Aurora had said, he apparently knew everything going on and was okay with Tristan whisking her away. Violet didn't want to believe it but then again, Marcel was all over the place lately. She had a problem with The Strix yet he didn't take her word into consideration. The way things were going, she started to believe it, it couldn't be that hard to find her and bring her home. Luckily, The only good thing that happened was they gave her a shirt plus a pair of jeans, she probably would have froze in that dress.

The cabin door had creaked open and the light hit her right in her eyes. She had moved an inch to the right as she was about blinded. A man walked in, well a boy who had to at least be a teenager. He carried two blood bags and a blanket in his empty hand. He put the things on the table and slowly sat in the chair not taking his eyes off of her. He motioned for her to come forward.

"I'm going to take a guess and say you are new to this whole kidnapping plot but I can't reach the table. These chains don't let me go that far, if you would be a doll and bring them to me"

The boy eyed her up suspiciously but refused to move an inch. Cracking her eyes open, she looked towards him and narrowed her eyes. She remembered him from Roman, all the pictures she had been saving tucked away from everyone one. Violet blinked a few times. "Aarick?"

She tested it to see if the boy would have any reaction. His mouth had popped open but he didn't say a word. He wouldn't understand how she knew him because her mission that she had going only Roman knew. He shut his mouth and just stared at her.

"You're Aarick, aren't you? I know you're probably wondering how I know your name but…"

Violet started to believe he was what she wanted. He looked so much like Alexander, the cheekbone structure matched completely. He had such shaggy dark hair that it reminded her of how many times she attempted to cut his hair herself and failed miserably. Aarick had such a boyish look to him and matched her dead brother in every way.

"I don't understand how this can be possible. I saw you die, I saw all of you die. Alexander…"

Confusion had hit his face faintly. "Who's Alexander?"

She had bit her lip hard holding back every emotion she was facing. If anything, she was going to make a fool of herself. Violet wasn't one to wear her heart on her sleeve, most of the people of New Orleans knew to stay from her and remain fearful. It did have its perks but it did bother her that only people saw her as a monster, the same way the wolves were looking at her…Except him.

"Look, if I do you a favor will you refrain from tearing my throat out?"

She didn't remember what Alexander's voice sounded like so she couldn't go off of that. Nodding faintly, she watched the boy stand up from the crooked chair. He glanced out each window before digging into her pocket. Pulling out a silver key, he bent down and unlocked her chains.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I'm not like the other members of this pack, I don't hold a grudge against these vampires that supposedly destroyed thousands of wolves. Besides, I can't imagine being locked up like this"

Violet had looked into his chocolate colored eyes thankful. "Have you turned?"

He shifted his eyes and wrapped an arm around her waist. She held onto his arm as he guided her to the table. Everyone that had came into to check on her never spoke one word to her. She had tried to start a conversation to lighten up the mood but none of them had wanted to speak. Violet quickly wrapped the blanket around her and ripped the blood bag and began drinking quickly.

Aarick watched her closely curious until she raised her eyebrow to him. "I'm sorry, I just never seen a vampire up close. I've never been in the Quarter seeing as wolves are banned.

She paused her drinking. "Not anymore" His eyes lit up in surprise. "You didn't hear about that? The ban was lifted once Marcel had got control of the Quarter"

Violet went back to drinking as Aarick sat down. Thinking a few things over but not saying them out loud, she drained the rest of the bag in a minute. Licking her lips, she craved more but knew there wasn't any left.

"Here, I snuck a few extras if you hide them well" He opened his jacket and pulled out three bags. Her eyes lit up in delight as she quickly grabbed one and ripped it open.

"I still don't understand why you are doing this"

"I gave you my reason. I know giving you more bags probably isn't a good thing considering I know of you but hey, I'm not judging. No one even knows I'm in here, Amanda will be coming in here in about an hour so act like you're weak and you're good to go. I…" Aarick had trailed off and looked at her wondering if he should even press on matters. "I know all about you being a Ripper, I know how you can't control yourself when it comes to humans or wolves"

Violet scoffed and shook her head. "No, that's all talk. I have myself under control and if I didn't, you'd be dog food by now. Everyone has made me into a monster and they should walk on the opposite side of the street. You don't know half of the looks I get; you can come with me sometime"

Before he could speak, the door had whipped open and she zipped back to the chains. She covered the blanket over them and sat in a movement. She didn't want Aarick to get into trouble by his wolf pack considering he's been the most kind to her. He had jumped from his chair as well.

"Oh sweetheart, girls usually run to me, not away"

Violet looked past the sun and saw Lucien with his arms held out. "My prince charming, I think you're telling stories since I've never seen a girl run towards you"

He smirked at her before turning to Aarick. The boy was nervous and fearful not knowing why there was a vampire in the cabin. "So how do you want me to dispose of the body? Drain and go bury him, throw him in the river or make it a spectacle?"

"Shut up Lucien…" She shook her head heavily standing back up to look out the window. "I hate to have this party ruined but I'd like to be free to be around my own people. You think you can let the damsel in distress go? I'll cover your tracks if you cover mine"

Aarick just watched Lucien and flickered his eyes between them. "Look kid, I came to save Violet and if she doesn't want me to kill you, I'll do as she says so consider yourself lucky"

She had offered him a smile wanting more than anything to get out of there. If he was nervous on letting her out, she'd probably stay and figured out a different plan. The Bienvenue wolves were dangerous one and she didn't want to put him in danger. That's where Tristan went wrong, if she was a Ripper she wouldn't cared if he lived or died.

"Well since no knows I'm here I guess it would be okay…" He said it more to himself than anything. Violet's smile went wide as she tossed the blanket to the floor. Feeling some sort of weight pulled off of her shoulders, it was nice to know that she could go home, yet she really didn't want to face Marcel. Bad enough Lucien was the one to save her. Grabbing the remaining blood bags off the table she looked at Aarick.

"I'm serious about that offer, you want a tour of Bourbon Street, and I'll be the tour guide. You want anything, don't be afraid to ask. You already know where I live"

She thanked him as Lucien looked around the swamp community to make sure the coast was clear. Once he signaled for her he snuck outside and she slipped out the door behind him. Aarick had stepped forward and reached into his jean pocket. Pulling out something, he held it up when Violet glanced back at him. Lucien had grabbed her hand to drag her along and she tried to protest but he pulled her away from the swamp. The last thing she saw was Aarick standing in the doorway holding a picture of Violet and her brother Alexander.