Mark's view:

"I'm going for a walk, Falcon you stay here," I state, walking out of the room without waiting for a response. 

I hear the lot of them talk in unison; the voices a bunch of gibberish. I ignore them and walk out the house and down the quiet empty streets. I walk to the most secluded part of town where only very few know about. As I walk, I notice how almost all the buildings here were tall and either factories or industries. 

As I walk down the streets, I find myself in a blackened street. There was no lighting, just pavement and dark buildings. As I kept walking, I see a sign on a pole that says 'Mitch Industries' with an arrow. 

Victoria can't be back. What does she want? Why attack my best friend?

As I walk, I find myself standing across the road from Mitch's company. Tall chain-linked fences all electric-wired with guards all around, leaving no inch of the property unguarded. From what I can see from my current position, the buildings are fitted with blinding lights along them.  

I see an alleyway next to the building, unguarded but surveillance cameras visible with the red flashing light.

I'm sure there is no harm in going this way, is there?

I look left and right then run across the street, give a quick nod to the guards who stand still, gun in hand across their chest as I make my way past them and enter the alleyway. It is dark and narrow, but I could see a light at the end of the street.

Just as I am walking, I hear the slight patter of footsteps against the concrete, then someone or something bumps into me out of nowhere and we both are knocked to the ground. 

"Ouch! I'm sorry," a familiar voice says.

I shake my head slightly, rubbing my head and look up at the girl before me. "It's fi- wait, Isabella? What are you doing here? How did you escape?"

She quickly stands up, and I do the same. I could barely see her, but what I could see was the dried up blood on her cheek and arm.

Thank God it's dark. At least she won't be able to see me and my visible fangs.

"Mark, I want to go home," she says in a raspy voice.

"How did you escape?" I ask, placing my hands on either side of her.

"I don't know, I really don't remember," she answers, shaking her head.

"Isabella, where did you come from?" I look left and right.

"Mark, stop this. Take me home." She grabs my arm but quickly lets go.

"Let me at least call the police," I try.

"No! No cops! Please don't do this, Mark." She looks at me, her eyes shimmering in the faint light.

I reach into my pocket. "I'm calling your parents then, like it or not, I don't give a shit."

"Mark, don't." She attempts to lunge forward but drops onto the ground immediately.

"Isabella!" I kneel and lift her up into a sitting position, her body shaking in my hands as I draw her body close to mine.

"I'm afraid," she whispers, trying to push me away. "Don't touch me." She pushes harder.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." I hold her still, ignoring her pushing.

She tries to push me away harder, her hands on my chest applying force, but I don't budge. Instead, I pull her closer to me, letting her head rest against my chest, her tears soaking my shirt. 

She punches my chest. "You should have come for me!" 

"I was going to come for you if you just waited," I respond calmly, staring straight ahead at the wall. "Now stop hitting me so I can call your parents."

She stops, then sits cross-legged on the cold concrete and sobs.

What do I do now?

I quickly unlock my phone and dial Isabella's dad's number.

'Hello?' His voice sounds on the other end of the line, obviously tired.

"I hope I didn't catch you at the wrong time."

'No. Not at all. What's up?'

"Well... How do I say this? I've found Isabella, well she ran into me."

'What? You found my baby girl? Where was she?'

"I'm... I'll explain it all when you get here. Just meet us in the alleyway near Mitch's industries." 

I hang up immediately and let out a sigh. I look at Isabella and move closer to her, but she moves away.

"Don't be afraid, it's only me." 

The more I try to comfort her, the more unsettled she becomes.

Pull your head in, Mark. Act human. She hasn't seen your fangs so calm down.

I pull her close to me once again, looking around the area. The flashing of blue and red coming from the street at the end of the alleyway with the sound of sirens echoing. Isabella starts to shake in my arms, her body feeling cold to the touch. The sound of tires screeching to a halt, the smell of burning rubber filling the air and a man running towards us.

As the man comes closer, I see his familiar figure, his brown-blond hair, his blue eyes and tan skin.

"Mark... Isabella, sweetheart," he announces as he kneels next to us.

I nod slightly, turning my head and let go of Isabella. 

"Isabella sweetheart, I'm glad you are now safe. Are you ok?" her father asks, his forehead wrinkled, eyebrows pulled together.

Silence, the biggest killer. She just sits there, hugging her knees and rocks back and forth. 

Isabella's father then turns to face me, smiling softly. "Mark, thank you. If it weren't for you, who knows what would have happened to her."

"I did nothing, sir, she ran into me actually," I say with a smile. "Get her to a hospital, I'll follow later on. There are some things I need to sort out at home is all."

"Thank you again," her father says and smiles.

I stand up and slowly walk away.

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As I walk through the front door, I hear crashing and banging from upstairs. I growl loudly and race up the stairs. What the fuck is going on? 

"I can't leave you all alone for five minutes, can I?!" I yell as I storm down the hallway. 

I listen through the guest bedroom door and hear the noise coming from there. My hand makes its way to the doorknob as I try to turn it to find it is locked. Drats!

I silently curse as I take a few steps back and kick the door down, watching it fly in and break in half against the wall, narrowly missing Vienna.

"Hey!" Vienna screeches, her eyes darting to me.

"What the fuck happened here?" I yell as I enter, seeing the room turned upside down with everything everywhere and things broken.

Silence. No one answered. The only sound was growling and crashing from the ball of violet and blue with black striped fur rolling around.

"Since when did we get a giant moving piece of fairy floss?" I raise an eyebrow.

"That's not candy, that is Falcon and Alfred," Vienna says calmly while rubbing her arm.

"In that case, is no one going to stop them?" I shake my head and ball my hand into a fist.

These people can't do anything without me. Bloody hell.

"We tried. It is no use." Mum walks over to me and smiles. "Possessed wolves are very strong. Falcon has been defending for the past who knows how long." 

I notice Mum has a gash on her arm. 

"Your arm." I look at the injury, then up at her face.

"Don't worry about me, sweetheart." She smiles faintly and walks back over next to my father.

I nod. "How did this happen?" I look at my family and cross my arms.

"Shortly after you left, Alfred turned on us," Vamp says as he faces me, blood running along the scar from under his eye to above his lip. 

"You're bleeding. Why didn't you summon me? This isn't like Alfred." I stand there shaking my head. 

"No shit Sherlock! I was the first person he pounced on and all you have to say is asking why we didn't summon you back?" Vamp says coldly while waving his hands about.

"He is possessed. Queen Victoria's wolves must have poisoned him with the blood of The Morrigan, the goddess of war, fate and death. If any of Victoria's wolves were injured during the fight and they attacked Alfred, their blood could have mixed with his and that would have turned him. Her wolves or minions, as they say, are bound to her by the blood of this goddess," my dad explains while he rubs his temples. "This happened last time she attacked, we lost thirty good wolves to her."

"So in short, Victoria is a vampire demon who will do anything to bring more people to her side. Got it!" I say, rolling my eyes and walking over to the ball of fur still rolling around on the floorboards. "You two are starting to make me hungry... and getting on my nerves."

I watch both wolves tails dance about on the ground while they roll so I raise my foot and lower my foot with force on them; the sound echoing through the room. They both let out a yelp and run in opposite directions. I catch a glimpse of Alfred before he runs off, one eye having a black paw around it, the black stripes in his fur resemble one of a tiger but he bolts out of the room without warning. Falcon growls as he gives me a death glare. I walk a few steps forward, but my father stands in front of me.

"Let him go," my dad says calmly.

"Fine." I turn on my heels and walk back to my spot.

"What was that for?" Falcon asks, not giving up on the death stare as blood trickles down his body from various cuts.

"You're hurt," I say bluntly as I walk up to him, but he chooses to act like a child by walking back.

"Don't." He shakes his head, looking down.

"Stop acting like a kid and let me heal you." I kneel in front of him and grab his legs so he won't run away.

Falcon squirms and tries to get away, but I drag him back over to me. I examine the cuts and run my hand over them, the golden aura floating to his injuries and closing them up. I look up to look at his face and see tears in his eyes as he looks away.

"Why would he attack us? Alfreds one of us, the good side. He never attacked me before, so why now? What's going on with his fur?" Falcon's breathing intensifies, his chest moving in time with his breaths.

"Hey Falcs, calm down. You are overthinking and making yourself panic so breath. In and out slowly. Alfred has been possessed, that was not him in the attack." I rub his back, scratching it a little, his fur soft against my hand. "You need to get yourself cleaned, there are bloodstains all over you."

"Hey, all this lovey-dovey shit is great, but don't forget us!" Vamp's annoyed tone sounds from across the room.

"Keep your pants on Vamp, your girlfriend won't faint at the sight of blood when she comes to see you again... If she ever comes to see you again." I roll my eyes and stand up, my eyes focused on Vamp.

I'm about to murder my stupid excuse of a brother! I hate his guts.

"Boys!" mum yells. "When will you both stop fighting? Just give your father and I a rest from your arguing."

I watch as Vamp walks out of the room and slams the door behind him.