~Sang's POV~

When I finally awoke fully I felt weak and disoriented.

The boys who had woken me from my deep sleep had run out before I could utter more than a few words to them and I hopped they would come back.

I had no strength left, not even to leave my bed and blood was a necessity.

Hunger twisted my stomach painfully making sweat bead in my brow and my fangs refused to retreat, but the worst pain I felt was the pain of betrayal and madness.

Marie had made sure to drain me of most of my power before she imprisoned me in the tower.

She wasn't powerful enough to kill me, so she did the next best thing; she'd put me in a coma-like state for hundreds of years.

The problem was that Marie didn't have enough strength to make such a powerful spell work properly. Which meant that instead of simply sleeping deeply, there were times along the hundreds of years of captivity that I had been aware.

And that was how I knew I had slept for a really long time.

Long enough to know that those few people for who I had cared for were long death.

The world around me had changed. I knew that every time I managed to stretch my sense of smell and hearing beyond my tower.

Over time I had managed to put spells on my tower, since in my weakened state I was left defenseless.

Glancing around the room where I had lived in my whole life and been locked into I felt a pang of loneliness and wondered what the world was like outside of these walls nowadays.

Did the people dress the same way? Follow the same rules of society that I had as a young lady? I knew just a bit from the people who had lived in the house before.

I wish those boys were back to talk with me.

In my youth, a lady never stood alone in a room with a man unless she wanted to lose her reputation and chances of ever finding a good husband. But there was something about those boys that had attracted me deeply.

Well, aside from the blood thrumming through their veins, of course.

I had felt them both before. In those few moments of awareness that I had, sometimes there was something that tugged in my consciousness; attracted my attention from the depths of sleep.

It had happened more and more frequently in the recent years; always I awoke to impressions; the connection to a boy.

There were quite a few of them, I wasn't entirely sure how many since the spell left me confused but they called to me even without realizing it.

An anguished song playing in a violin; the desperate tapping of a soundless keyboard; the rushed traces of the paintbrush; the frustrated hitting of metal against metal; the disturbing silence preceding a storm...

There were so many impressions that crowded into my mind, waking me from my forced rest.

I sighed tiredly "Well, nothing to do now but wait."

I closed my eyes trying to fall asleep, but in the darkness of my mind, where I had been locked for so long, it was their faces that haunted me.

Deep-brown eyes, blown wide in fright, a face that artists would beg for the chance of painting, long blonde hair with threads of gold shinning red in the candle-light.

He was a beautiful boy; that was for sure. But the muscles I had been able to see through his clothes proved he was no idle boy.

I took a deep breath, taking in his scent and that of his friend.

Vanilla for the blonde one and something warm and floral for the other that made me think of spring time.

The other boy had been a shocking sight.

His eyes had been a clear-blue, almost crystal-like. The look in them, wild and excited had turned to fright at the sight of me and sent a shaft of pain through my chest.

His hair was the most surprising part of his person. It was two-toned with most of his hair being the color of a rich brown and only two locks colored a lighter shade of blonde like the other boy.

His clothes were also very colorful, in shades I hadn't seen before and once again I wondered how much the world had changed.

Keeping my eyes closed I let my senses expand, following their scent trail downstairs, through the manor house and out onto the street.

They were still close by, thankfully.

Deciding I might as well investigate a little I let my hearing expand as well to listen to their conversation while I tried to gleam information from my surroundings.

There were new smells in the air that I couldn't identify, like mixtures of smoke and other things. There were also weird sounds of very heavy things moving at a very fast speed.

I sighed again. The world had become a very strange place, indeed and I hoped I could find someone capable of helping me to adapt.

~Luke's POV~

Gabriel and I had run screaming all the way down the stairs, expecting to be attacked by a beautiful vampiress at any moment. When we reached the pantry we closed the door behind us and quickly put all the shelves back in their place, impeding the door from opening.

Then we turned around and ran back outside, spilling into the sunlight with a sigh of relief.

"Do..." I panted, "Do you think she can follow us into the sunlight?" I asked him while trying to control my breathing.

"I fucking hope not." He answered panting as much as me.

I pulled my cellphone out of my pocket and red-lined Mr. Blackbourne. I had no idea how I was going to explain this situation to him, but we had to try.

"What is that?" Gabe suddenly asked me.

Looking over at him I saw his gazed was locked on my hand, the one not holding the phone.

There was a mark at the top of my hand, a drawing of vines like the one that had appeared in the door when it had shone bright blue and light pink before.

The vines ran up my arm, from the top of my hand to my elbow, like a tattoo made in clear blue paint. It looked pretty cool, but its presence was worrying.

"Report!" Mr. Blackbourne's voice shouted into my ear, drawing my attention away from the slightly disturbing sight.

I quickly recounted to Mr. Blackbourne all that had happened in the last hour since we'd entered the house.

By the end of my report the other side of the call had gone completely silent and Gabriel was staring warily at the house behind us. His gaze going from the back door, from where we'd come out, to the tower that apparently guarded a vampire.

"We will all be there in a couple of minutes, Mr. Taylor." Mr. B's voice sounded reassuring and compassionate and I knew they didn't believe us yet, but at least they weren't completely discounting our report.

Our brothers would come to see for themselves what was going on.

I just hoped we all survived this visit.

~Sean's POV~

Owen and I were in Phil's office when the call came through.

I watched worriedly as Owen whipped his cellphone from his suit pocket and answered with a barked order, already knowing that something bad had happened.

My mind went immediately to a hundred bad scenarios where I would have to operate some complicated medical surgery on someone of my family.

Phil's sudden movement in Owen's direction pulled me out of my day-time nightmare and I watched quietly as he pulled the phone from Owen's ear and pressed the speakerphone.

Luke's distressed voice filled the room as he recounted an unlikely tale about abandoned houses and vampires.

I glanced at Owen and could tell by the annoyed look on his face that he was thinking the same thing as I. Luke was up to one of his pranks again.

But this time he'd gone too far, red-lining Owen and the boy would pay for this.

I glanced up to Phil, expecting to see an annoyed or amused look on his face too. However, the look on Phil's eyes made me swallow deeply and my eyes widened.

Dr. Phillip Roberts fully believed Luke's story and was deeply worried by it.

I grabbed Owen's hand and sent him a look telling him to see what I was seeing.

He followed my line of sight and his own eyes widened at what he saw.

Once Luke was done reporting Owen assured him we were on our way and sent a text for the others to gather at the address he'd given.

Turning back to Phil, showing a united front, we crossed our arms over our chest and waited for him to explain what was going on.

He sighed and moved to sit behind his desk once again, elbows resting on the surface, hands grasping each other. When he looked back up at us his usually blue and happy eyes were a freaky, yellowish tone, completely serious.

I gulped.

"There is a lot you boys don't know about this world. A lot that the humans don't know." He said and I felt a shiver of apprehension run down my spine.

Taking a deep breath, I told myself that this was Phil, my mentor and a man who had raised me in this hospital giving me more attention and caring than my own father had.

Owen was the first one to respond. "Are they in danger?"

"I don't think so." Phil answered sincerely. "At least, not for now." He added.

"Please, explain." Owen demanded in his most commanding voice.

Phil leaned back on his chair, running a hand down his face that showed how tired he suddenly was. "We don't have much time right now. Suffice to say that not all vampires are bad creatures and that this one seems to be too weak to attack them right now, so you have no reason to worry."

He sighed and stood up, "I will follow you boys to the house and see to the situation for myself. It is best that you lot don't get involved in this business."

I didn't know what to think of this whole situation. I considered myself a pretty smart guy, being a nineteen year old doctor and all, but I couldn't process the fact that might vampires exist.

Which is probably why I ended up blurting "What ARE you?" to Phil without a thought to his feelings.

A flash of hurt crossed his expression before he could prevent it and his eyes turned back to dark blue, losing the yellow gleam.

"I am a werewolf." He answered matter-of-factually, face devoid of emotion.

"Ah, shit. Phil, I didn't mean to blurt it out..." I floundered with my apology, trying to undo the hurt I had caused only to be interrupted by Owen's matter-of-fact reply.

"That is interesting." He dead-panned.

I glanced over at him, eyes wide in disbelief. How could he be so calm? We weren't talking about the freaking weather!

"Indeed," Phil agreed, just as calmly, making me want to bang my own head against the wall to see if I was sleeping. "You should see me in a full moon, you'd expect an old man, almost bald, to not have a lot of fur, but I actually do; thought it is mostly white in color, nowadays."

"Fascinating." Owen answered and this time I felt the urge to grab him by the hair and hit his head against the desk in hopes of making him see reason.

"Are you done?" I politely asked instead.

They both glanced at me then and the dark humor in their eyes made my own narrow at them in annoyance.

"Ha-ha." I said. "You are both too funny, today." I turned my back and walked out of the office, knowing they were both following me as we headed to the parking lot. "You know, Owen, I liked you better when you were all sternness and business."

"Of course you did, Dr. Green." He said with a blank expression on his face thought I could swear there was laugher in his grey eyes. "Of course you did."

Now, let me tell you, there is nothing more irritant than your usually stern and controlled best friend suddenly growing a humorous streak on the day you both found out that vampires and werewolves exist.

AN: Well... this was certainly was not meant to be published today as well... LOL You all can thank JustBeYouPookie for this...