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Chapter 7

Tristan's body burned from head to toe, sweat sheened his body as it tried to expel the poison that over took him. He moaned as he tried to move his limbs, only to find them heavy and his joints stiff, sending pain shooting through every part of his body. He opened his eyes, but even those ached as he looked into darkness.
He tried to listen to the muffled voices that whispered around him, but his hearing had dulled as his head pounded away. He felt grateful that he was even still alive as he drifted back into unconsciousness.
His dreams were no less of a salvation as he was plagued with visions of Alona's torture; her screams carried his name as he fought against an invisible force that kept him rooted to the spot. He called out to her over and over but his voice wouldn't come.
"Alona," he cried out, sitting up in bed only to have his body consumed by agonizing pain, drawing him face down into the sheets of his bed.
"Master Tristan," he heard as his closest advisors called at to him.
He grunted, huffing deeply as he sat up more slowly.
"Master you must take it slow," Demetri said, as he helped the man sit up.
"Yeah," Gavin replied, "You haven't healed completely."
Tristan shook his head, "I'm fine." His voice was hoarse, his vocal chords raw, "Where is Alona?"
The three looked solemn, "We found only you," Florin said, "Demetri got your phone call, but when we heard the commotion we went to find you. We didn't know she was involved until we got to that house."
"We wanted to call your father when we had seen your state," Gavin said, fidgeting with a pen, "but you said you would have each of our heads."
Tristan smiled, "For once you listen."
"Yes well," Demetri chimed in smoothly, "it's not going to last very long when he sees the stores are low, he's going to be adding things together. He's already figured out that you've done something stupid just by the smell of blood."
Tristan grew solemn, "Yeah, I'll deal with it when the time comes, I'm more worried about getting Alona the hell out of the clan of killers." He pinched the bridge of his nose, flinching as another roll of pain shot through his shoulder, "How long have I been out?"
The room grew silent again as he watched this advisors look nervously at one another. "How long?"
They sighed, their voices in unison, "Happy Birthday Master Tristan."
His eyes snapped open, his body flinching in protest, "I've been out for a week," he rasped.
They nodded.
"Damn," he growled, "That means everyone will be here soon."
He tried to remove the blankets from his legs, biting the inside of his cheek as again the agony tore through him.
"Master you need to rest," Florin said.
He shook his head, "No, what I need, is to find Alona, I need to know if she's ok."
"Master we can't let you do that," Gavin replied sternly, "She nearly cost you your life. If we had known what you were up to, we'd have never let you go."
Tristan glared at him, gasping harshly, "She needs me, and for all I know, she's already dead."
"Gavin is right," Florin chimed in angrily, "You're going to get yourself killed over this girl, a petty infatuation. If you haven't noticed Master, she's a hunter, she kills our kind, if anything, she deserves to die with the rest of them; she's going to drag you down with her."
Before he could be stopped, Tristan had jumped from the bed, grabbing the front of the other man's shirt, "I would gladly follow her into any hell she brings. She means more to me than this life and I gladly accept being called a fool, but I will not tolerate anyone dragging her down, she's been through enough," his voice hissed, on the verge of a snarl, his body shaking in agony as he gasped. He stood; his limbs on fire, "Alona is all I need."
Demetri sighed, wrapping an arm around Tristan's waist and wrapping the man's arm over his shoulders, "Yes, you certainly are a stupid fool and I'm going to go out on a limb and say you've fallen in love with her."
Tristan's breath caught as his friend sat him on the edge of the bed, smiling as he realized the truth, "Yeah, I love her more than anything, but it's not just that, Demetri she's important to all of us."
Gavin helped Florin to his feet, "How can a hunter be important?"
Tristan smirked cockily, "You'll find out later, but for now I need to figure out how to get her away from those lunatics before she ends up dead."
"If this woman is that important, then we need to inform your father," Gavin replied, "he can help."
Tristan shook his head, "No, this is my responsibility and I want everything to remain quiet until tomorrow. I have an idea to get a hold of her; it'll be up to her to get out of the manor."
Demetri smiled, "Well now, the young Master is finally growing up; this woman really is good for you."
Tristan smiled, "She drives me insane."
"Master just leave it to us," Florin said as he brought his arms behind his head, "Tell us what to do, so you can relax."
***
Alona waited for Blake to leave their apartment before she herself left.  The two of them hadn't spoken since she had woken up a few days earlier, Blake having forbid her to leave the manor, so she had spent her days recuperating in the manor archives.
Her shoulders ached as she slipped a shirt over her head; bandages still wrapped both of her shoulders tightly. She had no memory of what had happened after the trip, though her dreams left her fearful of shutting her eyes. She had spent several days feeling boiling flames lick at her body as she screamed out for anyone who could hear, but no one came to douse the blaze.
She found her spot in the archives, a secluded place, away from prying eyes and sneers, and after grabbing a few books, she sat in an oversized chair to read.
She had found out a great deal about who she was after only a few hours of reading, learning that she was a human-vampire hybrid, one of only a few to survive it's birth. She had learned that many halfling infants died due to either succumbing to starvation or its people growing fearful and killing it, and its mortal mother, "So he really did save me."
She also acquired that, though there were so few hybrids in existence, their abilities were unclear but many shared the same abilities as their parents in speed and strength.
She had also found out that her mother had been crossed from the family records, Alona herself had not even been added though in another set of records she found that her mother had been labeled a traitor when it was found out that she had consorted with a member of the Balan house.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she read the latest books, finding out that the choker she wore was really a collar meant to keep her under control. "Tristan was right," she whispered. She put the books back and made her way back to the apartment.
She had just closed her bedroom door when a familiar song reached her ears. She pulled it from her pocket, smiling as she answered, "Hey Anna."
"Alona, thank goodness," the woman on the other end cried, "are you ok?"
Alona sat on the bed, "Yeah, I'm sorry I didn't call you back the other day, I've been having a few problems I need to take care of."
"So, I take it the trip didn't go so great."
Alona fell back onto the bed, "The trip went fine, just a few things came to light is all and Tristan's been the only honest person."
"I see," Anna said, "You know he seems like a really sweet guy, hot too."
Alona felt her cheeks grow warm, as she smiled softly, "Yeah, he's sweet too," she began to giggle, "and an amazing kisser."
The woman on the other end laughed, "No kidding, you two were pretty heavy."
Alona's blush deepened as she covered her face in her free hand, "Oh my god, you saw that?"
"Yes, hun, we did," she laughed harder. "Are you guys an item or what?"
Alona began to choke, her face now crimson, "No we are not, I mean yes I like him but we're just friends..."
The woman laughed, "Fine, if you guys are just friends, then I'll take him."
Alona's heart raced, as her voice came out harshly, "Absolutely not."
"Calm down 'Lona, I'm only teasing and if you're worried about Max, don't. You two split ages ago and on good terms so don't worry, I'm not mad, so what if my little 'Lona has got a new love, I'm happy for you."
"Thanks Anna, I really appreciate you saying that," she replied sincerely, "I will admit I do like him, but I have no clue what he thinks. I mean I barely know him, and he hardly knows me."
"Well maybe you don't have to worry about that."
"What do you mean?"
"Well this morning I went to see about a venue in town and I ran into a really sexy red haired guy who said he's looking for you because his Master would really like to see you, but because he can't leave due to some kind of injury he can't get you himself."
Alona's breathe caught, "Tristan is looking for me?"
"Yep, the guy gave me a number to give to you, so you two love birds could talk."
Tears formed in Alona's eyes, as she placed her free hand over her lips, "He wants to see me; after what happened," she thought.
"You there Alona," Anna asked worriedly.
"Yeah sorry," she replied, brushing a hand over her eyes.
"You know for someone you have no ideas about, he must really be into you if he's looking."
"Yeah," she said with a smile.
"Listen, if I give you this number, you need to promise me that you'll tell me what went on between you two, got it?"
Alona laughed, blushing again, "No way, he may just want to tell me to lay off."
"Not hardly, beside, I'm living vicariously through you since I have no one to snuggle with."
Alona snickered, "Fine, give it."
Anna gave her the number, "Now go to him and give him all you got."
Alona laughed, "Yes ma'am."
"Ok, love ya, bye."
"Love you too."
Anna hung up, leaving Alona to her thoughts. She dialed the number, but simply stared at it. She knew that if she contacted whoever was on the other end, it meant she was stepping into something that would end every tie she had to the life she had always know. Her hands shook as she reached her thumb for the call button on the screen, but before she could press it she heard the door to the apartment open and the scent of her brother filled the place.
She hurriedly shut the screen down and slid the phone into her back pocket when Blake rapped at her door, "It's open."
He slowly pushed it open, her heart tightening at his state. His usually neatly combed golden hair was dull and disheveled, his eyes dark and puffy from lack of sleep and his lips were nothing more than a pale line.
"Hey, how are you feeling," he asked softly, leaning against the door frame like he always did.
She shrugged, "Ok, I guess, can't complain; and you?"
He shrugged, crossing his arms, "Same. I'm going to make dinner, you want to help?"
"Sure," she smiled softly. She loved when they cooked because it meant they would talk about everything that bothered them.
Blake had always been more like a father to her than a brother; she could never keep secrets because he had always been there to listen, or so she had always thought.
As they made their way to the kitchen, Alona noticed Blake's scent was different; his distress had grown as she also smelled salt and water.
She stopped, watching his broad shoulders slouch, "Blake, what does the council say about me?"
He stopped before the cupboards, not turning to look at her, "I'd rather not talk about it right now."
"Yeah of course you wouldn't," she replied hollowly.
"Alona, not now," he sighed, taking a glass from the cupboard.
Her chest grew tight as she began to feel angry, "If you don't want to talk, then I will."
"Alona."
"Mom got a little too friendly with a vampire and got pregnant with me. The clan didn't appreciate that so they had her killed. I would have died too if you hadn't stepped in, but you know you're always reminding me about that."
Blake stiffened, "So he told you?"
"No, Tristan hasn't told me much, I went to the archives since I'm not allowed to leave."
"I told them to keep that place locked up," he growled.
"Seriously, you never had any intention of telling me?"
Alona jumped when the cup he was holding, shattered in the palm of his hand, "No I didn't; you were never supposed to know. I thought if I kept you in the dark, than you wouldn't want to leave. I've spent your entire life showing them how great you are," he hissed, wrapping his bleeding hand in a towel. "You're all I have left, I was protecting you."
She glared at him, "Do you seriously expect me to believe that, you collared me, you refused to look at me when I came to you crying and yelled at me when I finally stood up to them. I was the good little sister, listening to her big brother; I hung on your every word."
"It's not like that," he shouted, "You got stronger, yes, I was an idiot, I was a kid raising a baby, but now I know that if something happens to me, I know you'll be fine. You don't need me."
She shook her head, turning to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"Out, since you know, I don't need you."
"Alona."
She made her way out of the manor, heading for town.
She had reached the freight district as the sun drew low, the last of the ships blaring into the distance as they brought in their goods.
Smiling, she knew exactly where she was and after just a few blocks she came to a familiar place.
The warehouse looked weathered and shabby in the last hours of daylight, but it made her smile as she remembered playing here with Max and the others and it was also where she had met him.
She smiled, remembering her first hot headed meeting with Tristan Balan, a cocky, impulsive and smart mouthed man that invaded her thoughts nearly every day. Her chest felt light, her heart racing faster at the thought of his smile as he spoke to her. She remembered his amber eyes glistening under his shoulder length, dark hair.
Alona's stomach gave a flip when she remembered the sensation of his lips pressed against hers, enjoying the feeling of her legs going weak, but being  embraced in his arms made her feel safe and wanted. She felt whole when he held her so close, making her feel like everything was going to be fine. She loved this silly man who showed her so much attention and adoration.
A grin crossed her lips when she finally realized Anna had been right, she loved Tristan.
Her heart fell, as her thoughts drifted to another possibility, does he love her, or is he just using her, was he lying when he said he could help her.
Her hands went to the side of her head, jostling the hair around her ears in annoyance, "Augh."
She sat on the steps, looking out over the water, ripples cascading in all directions from a passing boat.
She hated feeling indecisive, she was a grown woman, she would be turning twenty in a week, she loved Tristan, but not knowing his feelings made her decision all the more painful.
She pulled the phone from her pocket, looking at her reflection in the blank screen, "Yep, you're an idiot," she said, turning the phone on, finding the number still illuminated the screen. Taking a deep breath, she tapped the call button.
The line rang twice when a voice she didn't recognize answered, "You must be Alona, I presume." The voice was smooth and calm, a sense of command slipping through, making a chill run down her spine and her air cut off.
She coughed sharply, forcing her voice to obey, "Yes, may I ask who this is?"
She drew the phone away from her ear as a loud scratch, followed by a thump and muffled voices greeted her answer until a familiar voice came through the receiver, "Alona."
She smiled, relief washing over her, "Hey Tristan, how are you feeling?"
He sounded winded as he fought to remain calm, "I'm doing ok, how about you?"
"Same," her heart raced as she listened to his voice, "I was told that a friend of yours wanted to speak with me, was that him?"
She listened to him laugh, making her heart skip, "Yeah, that was Demetrius, I sent him since I wasn't exactly a hundred percent. The sun and I don't really get along right now. I'm also kinda busy with a few things."
She frowned, "I'm sorry, I can call back later."
"No, no," he cried, "you're fine; it's nothing important, just a little party. I'm really glad you called."
She smiled, relaxing as she listened to him. She drew her right knee to her chin and wrapped her left arm around it. "Oh yeah, what kind of party you having," her voice a purr.
She heard him laugh, "A party you aren't going to want to miss. What are you doing tonight?"
She snickered when she heard him tell someone to shut up, “I don't know," she replied playfully. "You never know if I might have practice." She paused, listening to his breath hit the phone, smiling childishly, "I suppose I'm open, but I don't have anything to wear."
He laughed, the sound loud and husky, "Don't worry about that, where are you, I can hear the water."
"I'm at the warehouse."
She heard him let out a heavy sigh, "Ok, listen, I can't come get you but I'm sending a friend for you, Ok?"
She grew curious, "Um, Ok, what should I look for?"
"He's driving a dark blue motorcycle, he'll have red hair and he's a know-it-all so just ignore him, but he's one of the few people I trust to be near you."
She smiled, "Ok, then I guess I'll be seeing you shortly."
"Yeah," he sounded as though he had run a mile.
"I'll let you go, so relax ok," she said softly.
She heard him gently laugh, "I'm not going to relax until I have you in my arms."
Her chest grew tight, "Yeah, same here...bye."
"Bye iubi."
She didn't want to hang up, but she knew she had to or else he wouldn't either and as she took the phone away from her ear she heard him call out to her, "Alona, wait."
"Yeah?"
He grew silent, huffing harshly, "Never mind; see you soon."
She smiled, "Bye, Tristan." She laughed, returning her phone to her pocket, drawing her knees against her chest, wrapping her arms around them to await her ride.

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Chapter 6

Alona gave an extra tug to the heavy black vest that encased her chest before swinging her dark leather coat over her arms, her hands shaking as nervousness made her stomach spin uneasily.
Blake had been adamant about her not going on this trip since she had told him about meeting Tristan again the night before and from his angry yelling, she had been glad that she hadn't mentioned the kiss they had shared.
"You are not to leave," he had cried, his eyes wide and wild, "You are not to even think about going on this trip."
"Blake calm down, Tristan was just trying to pay us back for the concert we lost," she had told him calmly.
Blake's fury grew, "He is the reason mom is dead and I forbid you from going anywhere near Tristan Balan or any member of his family. You are to stick with clean up and forget about any future hunting trips until he and that family are dealt with."
Alona's fury flared as well, "Don't you dare take this from me. I've spent my life working for this trip; you are not going to ruin it over something as stupid as me being friends with a vampire. I thought we were supposed to be on friendly terms with the Nobles."
He glared down at her, "That house is the exception, they would just as soon throw you into a nest of fallen. I'm giving you two options, stay away from Tristan Balan and become the hunter you were meant to be or continue your meeting and end up like mom, need I remind you that your life isn't the only one on the line?"
She continued to glare at him but conceded, "Fine but you had better keep your word. I will not waste my life following you when you know I'm better."
Alona tightened the straps to the holsters at her legs when Blake yelled from the next room, "You ready?"
She fastened the last buckle on her jacket and leaving her room, "Yeah."
His face was solemn as he mulled her over, "Then let's go," he said sharply.
The two of them made their way through the manor to the underground levels where they found the rest of their clan doing ammunition and weapon checks.
Alona let out a heavy sigh as she sat waiting since she had already done her checks, ignoring the glares she received from the others, occasionally her hearing picked up their whispers to one another, "What's she doing here?"
"We're dead before we leave."
"She should have died with that traitor."
Alona felt her chest grow tight, as she tried letting out a heavy breath to release her growing anger, "I'll show you all that I belong."
"Alright folks," Blake called, "just so we're clear, this is a kill mission. From what recon has found there have been at least five confirmed deaths in the last month. There are roughly fifteen Fallen, that leaves us only slightly outnumbered, but with what we have it will be a simple in and out."
"Hey Blake, why'd you have to bring that thing with you," a man called, "we aren't babysitters or are you trying to get us killed?"
Alona tensed, digging her fingers into the sleeves of her leather jacket as a hiss escaped her lips.
"Don't start Ronin, Alona is a part of this team so get over it," Blake replied.
Alona stood, "You won't be complaining when I pull that leech off of your throat, or should I just put you down now."
"Alona," Blake scolded.
"We'll see," Ronin yelled, about to lunge at the woman.
"I would hope that there is no squabbling among comrades," a woman said happily from behind them.
Turning, they found Shera smiling sweetly.
"No ma'am," the man replied, glaring one last time at Alona.
"Oh good," Shera replied, her smile growing as she walked through the group to stand with Blake and Alona, turning to everyone else, "This mission may seem small but I pray that each of you return safely."
They all bowed before her, dividing themselves into two groups and ducking into two dark colored vans.
Alona began to follow her brother when the older woman grabbed her arm gently, "Pay them no mind; they'll come around one day."
Alona smiled, placing her hand over the others and shaking her head, "No they won't," she then followed her brother.
They had driven for nearly an hour when they came to a stop, the sky illuminated in dark blues, reds and oranges as the sun began its final leg of its journey.
The group exited their vehicles amongst a clump of oak trees, the trunks grey in the dying light while their leafy limbs reached for the sky like gnarled fingers.
After a quick regroup, they made their way through an old gate, its hinges fused to the old iron with thick layers of rust. They found themselves before an old mansion that had at one point been sprawling and lush but was now run down and in need of deep repair as the paint was now stained grey and green from dust and plants that now grew wild as they climbed over nearly every wall and into several windows that had long since been broken out by vandals and weather.
The path lay in crumbling disarray as grass over grew the lawn, swallowing up the fountain that had once jumped merrily.
The group made its way up what remained of the brick stairs, past wild and thorny roses that crept up the porch pillars, Alona smiled as she brushed her fingers over the soft petals, bending down to inhale the strong scent.
They came to a stop at the front door, splitting into two groups, "You take the porch to the back, we'll take the front," Blake said.
Alona went to follow the second group but Blake grabbed her arm, "You stay close to me."
She nodded, following him through the door; its hinges were twisted and warped, into the house.
Alona listened to the hum of night vision gear being activated, shaking her head as her eyes brought the dark space to light, her face fell as she looked upon the interior, the stairs leading to the next floor were missing several steps as the railing lay in pieces on the floor next to the staircase, a stand across from it balanced on three legs as the mirror over it spider-webbed in several places.
She walked into an adjoining room where she found a sofa that had been split in half, cushions and springs strung about the room.
Alona felt her chest grow tight the longer she stayed in the house, she tried to shake off the feeling but the flood of sadness cascaded over her with the feeling of loneliness.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as her chest began to heave in silent hiccups.
"You ok," Blake asked, standing next to her.
She nodded, "Yeah, I'm good."
"Ok," he replied and left the room.
She went to follow when her chest gave a flutter, dispersing the feeling of isolation as a familiar scent reached her nose. She scanned the room when a strong arm wrapped around her waist from behind, pressing her against a strong chest while a hand wrapped around her lips, silencing her soft cry, while dragging her into a dark corner of the room.
The figure breathed softly as it pressed against the wall, leaning down to nip at her ear once it was sure the woman in his arms hadn't been heard, "Hush my sweet iubi, do you wish us to be caught?"
Alona blushed, her heart stuttering as it fought to regain control. She brushed his hand away, spinning to face him, "Me, you're the one who scared the life out of me," her voice below a whisper.
He smiled, bending so that he could look her in the eye, a cocky grin spreading over his lips, "I suppose I do enjoy watching you squirm though it isn't much fun when you already know when I'm around. How is it," he stopped, drawing her close to him as his face grew grim.
A tall male walked into the room, "Alona it's time to move, where are you?"
"I'll be right there Blake," she called, pushing Tristan closer to the wall.
The man looked in her direction, "Alright, get a move on it before they make a break for it."
"Sure thing."
Blake left the room, leaving the two alone again.
Alona felt Tristan growing tense under her hands as he pulled her against him, "Who was that?"
"My older brother."
He glared down at her, "Blake Schwarz is your brother?"
She grew nervous, "Yeah, why?"
His expression softened, "I'm sorry, forget it. I'll let you go." He kissed her gently, making her breath catch and her knees buckle.
"I'll be close so if you need anything just yell," he whispered after he released her.
She nodded, leaving the room to find everyone gathered in what remained of the kitchen. The overwhelming feeling of sadness began to wash over her again, making her wish Tristan was standing with her. She also caught the strong smell of iron and decay, making her stomach clench.
"Listen up," Blake whispered, "I want to take half of you and go down, the rest of you will take care of any who get past us. Alona you stay."
He swore when he turned to find she was already making her way down the rickety stairs, her gentle steps never making a sound.
When she reached the bottom, she found fifteen beings grouped together desperately clutching onto one another. The clothes they wore were in tatters and falling off of bony limbs, their hair was matted or none existent while dark, sunken eyes frantically searched for a way out.
A woman sat at the center of the group watching intently, her dark skin sunken and dull, her once rich lavender dress was a filthy mess like the mop of dark hair on her head.
"My, aren't you a young one," she whispered, "and so very gifted, such a brave little thing."
Alona stood fast, willing her body to relax, "You know why we're here."
The woman nodded, "I have never seen someone like you before, such a rare little creature, yes very rare, pretty too."
Alona felt her chest grow heavy as though it was being placed under weights, a hollow feeling beginning to expand in her stomach as the tears she shed grew in number.
"You feel it don't you little halfling, you feel our sorrow and pain, you should not be here little one. A halfling is useless when it comes to hunting us, you may be strong but your heart flutters. You do not wish to kill us; they wish it, your keeper’s wish it or you will die."
Blake stepped between the two, his gun aimed at the older woman's head, "Alona what's wrong?"
She tried to shake the feeling but all she could see before her was darkness and isolation, the hallow weight continuing to grow until she grew physically ill, heaving with each hiccup.
The other woman stood, "Poor little child, they haven't taught you how to handle yourself, poor little halfling."
"Back off," Blake growled, but the woman continued her trek to the youth before her.
"Alona pull yourself together."
Alona wrapped her arm around her stomach, placing her other hand over mouth, growing more ill by the second.
The woman drew closer, "I see now, you are kept ignorant of what you are, and you are unaware of your full strength."
Alona gasped, giving a final heave, "What are you talking about, what do you know about me?"
The woman smile, though it was weak and hallow, but before she could answer her head snapped to the left as her body crumbled to the dirt as dark fluid oozed from the side of her skull.
Alona's ears rang from the explosion that erupted from her brother's gun, bringing her back to her senses.
Her eyes grew wide as she watched the woman fall, "No, no, Blake what have you done?"
He glared down at her, "Are you seriously listening to a damn leech?"
"Yeah well your track record isn't exactly shiny either."
As the two glared at each other a hiss caught their attention, a moment later the two were fighting off the hoard.
"You're an ass, you know that," she yelled, shooting a female vampire between the eyes as she shot a male in the temple as he tried to make his way toward the stairs.
"Can we talk about this later," Blake yelled, kicking his foot out to collide with the skull of a male that had ran at him, shooting him in the forehead.
"Like hell," Alona hissed, shoving a female off of her, "You'll clam up like you always do and pretend nothing happened."
"Not now Alona,"
"Fine," she growled, kicking a male vampire into another and sending both into a far wall.
She felt fingers dig into her right shoulder, nearly dropping her to her knees as a male vampire bared his fangs and lunged at her neck, though his attempt was stopped as a sudden jolt of electricity ripped through him, rendering him unconscious.
Alona cried out as the same charge coursed through her, dropping her to the ground.
"Alona," Blake yelled, continuing his assault and making his way to the woman. He turned to check on her, yelling for back-up, finding her in the arms of a man he didn't recognize.
"Iubi are you alright," the newcomer asked, kicking out at a male who had attempted to lunge at him, sending him hissing into a wall.
She looked up at him, her eyes heavy, "You need to get out of her," she whispered, "or you'll be killed."
Blake watched in stunned silence as the man bent down to kiss her.
"I don't care what happens to me, it's you who is hurt," he smiled, "now we need to finish this and get you out of here."
Blake spoke as he fired on two more vampires, "Take her, I'll finish this."
"Blake," Alona whispered, her energy continuing to drain.
"Go."
The man nodded, disappearing up the stairs.
Alona waited to be stopped at the top of the stairs but as the two of them raced past them, they appeared motionless as Tristan blew through them and out the front door, stopping when Alona began to thrash in his arms.
He gently placed her on the soft grass where she gave a gentle heave, gasping for air.
He smiled, gently stroking her back, "I suppose you aren't used to going that fast."
She shook her head, grabbing at the choker, trying to pry it off, "No, it's this damn thing."
She cried out when another charged coursed through her, making her fall back into his arms.
He took her hands into his; kissing the burned flesh of her palm, "Stop before you hurt yourself."
She buried her face against his chest, "What happened back there? I felt so alone and heartbroken?"
He grew solemn, stroking her hair as he drew her close, "You felt what they feel. It's why we Nobel's have such a hard time destroying Fallen ones, we take pity on them because they have lost so every bit of will to live while we continue to go on with our lives, knowing love, but I don't understand how you are able to feel it, until Morgana spoke to you." She clung tightly to his shirt. "Alona she called you a halfling didn't she?"
She nodded, "Yeah, what is it?"
He smiled gently, "A halfling is someone who is half human, half vampire, and it kind of makes sense."
She looked up at him, "What?"
He looked down at her, his smile growing, "Alona I've only know you a little while and every day you do something that absolutely amazes me, like I said before, I just can't stay away from you. Alona I can tell you everything you want to know, I know your mother, Amelia, beautiful and kind woman and your father would be overjoyed to know you." He snickered when another person came to mind, "You also have an older brother."
Alona blushed, "I have a father and brother?"
Tristan nodded, "Yes."
His face grew grim as he crushed her against his chest, his body going stiff as a red hot bullet tore into his right shoulder, making him hiss.
"Tristan," Alona cried as he staggered. She spotted Blake behind them, ready to unload another round.
"I don't know what you're telling her friend but I suggest you shut your trap before you end up like the trash inside the house," Blake growled.
Alona felt her heart race as a hiss left her lips. She looked down at Tristan who lay slumped in her arms, "How dare you," she cried, gently setting him on the ground.
Her mouth began to grow sore as she clenched her jaw harshly, lunging at the blonde man.
"Alona don't do this," Blake yelled, holstering his gun and bringing his arms up to parry her attack.
She hissed feraly, "You think you can control me, every time I came to you seeking your help and protection, and all along you were protecting them from me. I know this thing I wear is a collar and you're using it to keep me in line." She lunged at him again, sending them sliding through the yard.
"No Alona, my life was spent protecting you from them. It killed me when you came to me in tears. You are my sister, my only family," Blake cried.
The group inside the house heard the commotion and raced outside to find out what was going on.
"Master Blake, what's going on?"
"Stay out of this," he called back, not taking his eyes off of his sister.
Alona growled, "You answer them, but you can't answer me, what a shocker."
Tristan stood, the lawn tilting under his feet, "Alona, iubi, forget him, come with me and," he began to fall back until Alona left her brother, running up to catch his descent.
She hugged him close, tears running down her cheeks, "I need to get you help, you were shot with a dead blood and vervain bullet."
He tried to stand again, using her for support, but again fell, "I'll be fine, I'll call Dem," his words cut short as he slipped into unconsciousness.
"Tristan," she searched his pockets, finding his phone, quickly dialing the first number she saw until it was ripped from her fingers.
"Leave him Alona," Blake said angrily as he threw the phone across the lawn.
She glared up at him, lunging to her feet and as she tried to spring at him, she felt a searing pain rip through both of her shoulders, the force sending her sprawling into the grass.
She cried out in agony as the same poison that hit Tristan, now tore through her.
"You idiots," Blake yelled, sending two hunters sprawling, "I had her under control."
"Like hell you did," one yelled, "she's a monster that should have been put down ages ago with that leech loving mother of hers."
Blake struck the man, knocking him unconscious, "Anyone else?"
"Master Blake," a woman replied shakily, never taking her eyes off of the man, "we were told that if she went rouge, we were to eliminate her."
He glared at her, "This is my mission, and I am the one giving the orders. You all will be reprimanded when we return."
He returned to his sister who now lay on the ground gasping, both of her shoulders bleeding heavily. He knelt down beside her, "Alona you aren't ready, and I see that now. I've made a terrible mistake, I'm so sorry." He placed a hand over the choker, whispering quietly, "Schlaf."
The choker grew warm, sending a gentle pulse through her body.
The sensation making her fall into unconsciousness, as her limbs grew heavy and her eyes closed, "Tris...tan."
Finally got my fire back. Been writing away and I love it. I've missed it so much. I missed my Piccolo even more. Of coarse there is the hurdle of life holding me back between working stupid hours at work and those who encourage me to write also not letting me sit down to do so so between writing at my lunch breaks and staying up until 2-3 in the morning but down side to that I have to be up at 6 to get my son up at 7. Trying to juggle my love of writing and making everyone else happy...I think I might just give up my passion and give up my anime and manga.

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