I slide the two dead bolts, the chain, then lock the door. I stop catching my breath.

My hands tremble as adrenaline courses through my veins. Why did he let me escape? This isn't good.

Yes, let me get excited before sinking your fangs into me. Blood tastes much better-is stronger- when the human has some strong emotion going on fear, rage, embarrassment, stress, excitement, love, envy, hate, anxiety, lust, pride etc. More delightful and tasty.

Shit, I'm like an animal getting fattened before slaughtering.

The door splinters partially with a THUMP! in one place.

An arm shoots through grabbing me by my throat and hoists me up. The door is still splintering.

I can't feel the floor with my feet anymore.

I get a glimpse of my pendant. It has a soft, red, steady glow.

Oh sure! Now you choose to work.

I gasp my lungs starting to cry for air. My hands frantically gasp, fight, scratch at the arm to let go. Everything starts going black as my chest contorts in pain.

A piece of silver flashes in front of my eyes as drops of blood, jumps onto my face.

The arm slithers back through the hole it came from.

I drop to the floor, sputtering, coughing; gratefully gulping in air.

"You okay?"

I nod and stare up at Zade.

Thank you Mama for having so many kids.

I stand slowly.

"Mira, what the hell is going on!" Zade says "I'm having the nicest sleep of the century, when you scream like a psycho, I fell off the bed, you know,"

I move to my bedside and pull out a small silver briefcase, ignoring the last part of Zade's ranting. Zade and Vladimir are two people who get very irritable when they wake up.

The bangs on the door resume.

Zade's pendant is glowing brightly and levitating like crazy.

"Mira?"

"Triplets," I whisper, pulling a sleek, silver 9x19mm out of the case and start loading it.

Yes, I am very efficient with a gun.

"What?" Zade asks "Darius, isn't it?"

I nod still breathing slowly.

"What does he want?"

"To eat me,"

"What!" he says sharply.

I stick the rest of the ammo in my pockets and walk over to him, till we're standing side by side, slamming back the gun's hammer.

"Promise me something, Mira,"

"What?" I ask.

"When I get serious, I don't want you anywhere near the premises. Understand?"

I nod.

"Because what you see may scar you. I swear I might kill the son of a bitch,"

A small smile crosses my face. Zade, getting serious, that's something you see once every blue moon.

The door splinters and what's left of it falls to the floor.

We both know what to do.

I fire at the first person I see. Daeden.

Darius ducks into the room, surprised. He expected me to be alone. I ignore him, intent on my first target.

The bullet made impact. I walk up on him still firing while Zade tackles Darius.

He staggers backwards, grabbing the wall for support before crumpling to his knees.

I still keep shooting, aiming at his chest, fueling all my rage each time I pull the trigger.

He collapses on his side to the floor coughing up blood. Then goes limp.

I'm out of bullets on that load. I pull the gun down.

Using my foot, I push him onto his back. Daeden's chest area is coated in blood. His open dark eyes are lifeless while his chest lightly rises and falls getting weaker each time.

He's not dead- yet. Papa would never forgive me for killing a Rin- especially Lorn's son. Papa and Lorn grew up like brothers, though, I have no idea how Papa can stand him.

I sigh. If it wasn't for the element of surprise.

I'd be dead already.

It's not easy killing a vampire. I recommend decapitation or impalement through the heart, if you can get close enough with their strength and speed. Then again, that'll kill anybody.

Holy water, running water, a cross, the Bible, those are all myths. They don't hurt vamps. Garlic, please, they have a strong sense of smell- any strong odor affects them Gorgonzola, garlic etc. Then there's sunlight. It depends- for those in clans- the strongest of purebloods its not a problem; half breeds- most are immune to it, since their human blood protects them from its effects. It's only human- turned vamps that have a problem with sunlight. SUN SCREEN- I know it sounds ridiculous- actually helps with those with a mild sensitivity to light.

Change in eye color- a mark of strength and bloodline again found in only clan vamps. Vampires are mainly nocturnal, dark creatures of the night, I guess that probably contributes to the human clichés about sunlight.

The immortality- is a lie. They just have really long life spans. Centuries long, along with their self healing powers, but no regeneration.

I stare at the incapacitated Daeden if I chop his limbs off they won't grow back, reattach then within a certain amount of time and he'll heal right away.

Zade flips back before throwing a dagger at Darius.

He dodges.

I duck out of the way as they both come crashing towards me and the impact makes me hit the floor -hard. Ow! knocking the gun out og my hand.

Two other figures appear out of nowhere and fall to my bed. In an instant, one is un top- strangling the other.

Zade stands up- breathing heavily.

"Tired already, half breed?" a voice full of malice taunts.

Zade stares intently at Darius, not replying.

I really wonder what is going on through his mind right now. He isn't at full power yet- and I hope he doesn't unleash it. Mama forbade him for some reason,

My attention turns to the two figures struggling on my bed.

I it up to get a better look, wincing all the way. I think I dislocated or injured my arm to some extent when I fell.

Vlad and...and.... and.......A TRIPLET!!

Shit. Wait, wait- hold up!

"VJ what the hell are you doing?" I scream over the noise of someone crashing into my closet.

"Busy killing someone," he murmured " so lay of my case!"

"Is it Darius?" I ask listening to the gasps for air.

"Yeah," he replies "where are you going with this V?" using his nickname for me.

"I don't think that's Darius,"

"Then who is it?" Juniour says impatiently, letting go.

Two hands shoot up at Vlad and he grabs both their hands and pins them on either side of their head.

"Think about it for a moment, I just shot Daeden, he's over there on the floor,"

Vladimir looks up as if seeing the room for the first time "Who? The quiet one? Well, he's not there anymore,"

I hold my breath and turn around. There's a big splotch of blood where Daeden should have been, staining my lovely carpet red. Where did he go?

"You didn't expect to kill him did you?" Vlad says taking in the look on my face. It amuses him.

"No, I didn't!" I wail "I just wanted to incapacitate him not kill him! I just didn't expect him to get back up so fast!"

"He's a pureblood what do you expect?" Juniour shrugged "He won't go down easy. Plus you should have killed him when you had the chance. I told you to use a blade instead of a gun, didn't I? It's more effective. Aim for the heart,"

"NO!"

"Why not?"

"Because Papa said were NOT supposed to kill them, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, but why hasn't Zade done anything yet?"

"He's not allowed to use his powers, Mama said so,"

"Why not?"

"Do you want this entire hell- forsaken school and everything in it to perish?" I say edgily.

"Oh that. Point taken,"

Seriously how is he the mature one?

"Get off of me already, Vlad!" the person underneath him screams.

He has him pinned under him "I still don't buy it,"

Juniour leans over him, till their face to face less than an inch apart "Yup, you're not him,

Vlad released him and Damien- most likely- pushed him off. "What was that about?"

"I don't know if you remember but when we were younger I stabbed Darius in the face. It's healed but still visible if you look close enough. I used a forbidden technique. oh, that was so much fun."

"I don't mean you getting awkwardly close to me, I meant the fact you've been trying to kill me for the past 15 minutes,"

"Oh, that. I thought you were Darius. It's that simple," Vlad shrugged.

Damien (I think) looked as if a ton brick just fell on his head. "But I told you no, already!"

"What the hell am I supposed to do! You three are identical for crying out loud!" Juniour says coldly.

Darius turns to me. I feel shivers run down my spine.

This was bad. I could feel fear rising in me.

He smirks. The bastard. He can literally smell my fear. I hate him.

"So, Vladimir, you've come to protect your little sister?" he says.

"What?" Juniour says surprised "Hell no. I could sense you. I cam e to kill you, that's all,"

My hopes rise, then plummet from space to the hard cold ground on Earth. That was hurtful for me, I had called him after all.

Vlad stretches his arm sideways. A stream of bats later a scythe appears. Long, sleek and black, proudly showing of its sharp glistening curved blade.

I struggle to stand holding my arm. Yup either dislocated or close to it.

Zade is levitating directly over Darius, his pendant glowing brightly "I don't give a damn what anyone says, you're a dead man,"

The room suddenly starts getting darker even though we're in broad daylight, blotting out the sunlight.

Explanation: Bats. They're streaming, circling around inside the room blocking out the daylight.

"Zade, STOP!!"

The bats stop moving.

Zade turns to glare at Vlad.

"I don't know about you but I don't wanna die this young. You forget when you awaken, your powers are very destructive. Think of what will happen if you release that unrestrained power in such a confined space. You'll kill us all-" the bats start to diminish slowly "plus I know how much you wanna kill him but-" Vlad says standing up and brandishing the sythe "he's mine,"

"Fine, I accept your challenge relative,' Darius says raising his hand. A sword appears. Long, thin, proud and strong. Wait, is that a fencing sword?

I close my eyes.

I can hear, cracking, breaking, destruction.

My eyes can shut it out but my ears can't.

I open them.

Darius is standing over Vlad who has the sword through his chest. The bloodied end sticking out from his back.

I take in my surroundings. My room is in shambles. Broken furniture. Blood stains. The shredded curtains and sheets. My dresser what's left of it anyways- torn and scattered its once proud mirror in splintered tiny shards.

Zade is on his knees unmoving. He's trying to regain his composure, resealing his powers that have bubbled to the surface. His eyes are flashing red.

Any fear I have is now a drop more to fuel my escalating rage. I hate Darius but now I'm more angry than hateful. My pendant has a steady soft glow. A hand wraps around my neck and slams me into the wall. pinning me there, strangling me. I glare defiantly at my attacker. Searching their eyes.

Bats flutter- surrounding us. Temporarily blinding me making everything dark.

But I know to everyone else in the room we've disappeared.