It is with a mood of unsettled defeat that each one of the Misfits steps off the plane into what is probably one of the worst rainy days that London has to throw at them. After much arguing and little resolution, we had decided to return home. Breyden and Lilith are in the wind, and there is no way of knowing where they are, so to say that it is pointless in running all over New York City looking for two people that might not even be there is a truth that settled rather soon.
So with a newfound spring in our steps and the determination to find them at all costs, we boarded a plane back home to come to find that much-needed rest that we all deserve. But after endless hours confined in such a small place, we all were faced with the thoughts of to which lengths Breyden will still go to save Lilith, that is if she is not already saved or even worse, if she is not, in fact, dead.
But these are thoughts that we do not wish to entertain as Ethan, Connor, Anastasia, and I pile
Standing in the kitchen with the Winchaser brothers feels like something that should not be from this world. Never in my years, and I am sure as with them too, have I ever thought that I would stand among the same table as two Hunters.There has barely been a wink of sleep between all present, including the poor Vampire Hunter, Zachariah. The man might as well take his residence in the Belmont house, but I don't think that that jealous part of my ego will allow him to stay alive for very long.Though that aside, I take a position next to Connor that is pointing at an article that has popped up on the screen of his laptop. So it is with great intent that we all listen as he speaks, "There has been an incident in town where a man's body has been ripped to shreds."I only but look at him rather concerned, "Werewolf?""Yes," he confirms as he seems to miraculously pull up a coroner's report, and with only a wink, he points to the very obvious. "And his heart
It is another stormy night; the rain is coming down in a loud pitter-patter as it is beating against the window. The wind is howling, leaving a somewhat ominous sound traveling through the hallways. I am here in the darkness of my room, or as they shall say courters. Well, I do find it an odd word to call four walls.In silence, I am staring at the ceiling, focussing on one little pesky bug that I fear will drop onto me any second now. Now true to Vampire style, I have a great Victorian bed with the red curtains and matching linen to go with that. Well, if you are two-hundred-and-eighty, you grow accustomed to certain things.Now, something else that I have grown accustomed to for the past year of my Vampire life is these exact words, "Sebastian, we have a problem." My question being, can no one else in this house possess the skill to solve a problem? But, what else is new for me is that Edward is not the one that is knocking at my door.My beloved has come to i
I do believe that I have just dug my own grave. Now the question begs, do I inform the boys of my intention, or do I go and create complete chaos on my own. I mean, how much mischief can a bunch of Vampires and a Hunter cause, and let us not forget Breyden that, well, the man does find the urge to heal things still.My mind is made up; I shall not be giving the boys a call. I know what their immediate reaction shall be, and they don't even know that we seem to have lost Stefan. Stefan that is now causing his own havoc, believing that elders possess powers.Well, I do believe the boy has his species mistaken, for he is not a Highlander. The most powerful Vampire is me, and he ain't getting anything if he even gets close enough to kill me. God knows what the child does once he has killed the elder, I do have a fairly good idea, but I shall not mention it aloud.And while I am thinking this, I watch as Breyden is about to open his mouth, "You shall know better to k
I think that I have just died and gone to Vampire hell.I am far too scared to turn around and face the man that is behind me. Now, which way shall I go? There is the incredible urge in me to just head on forward and run away, leave Roberto and Anastasia to deal with him. To be honest, it is their big mouths that got us standing here. I can now kick myself for listening to my reckless brother and my restless wife.Needless to say, I opt to turn around and not act like a coward."Ethan, Connor, it is good to see you fellows again."Connor clears his throat rather loudly and steps forward with a rather large dagger in his hand. "Now, what did we discuss about the no hunting thing?""It truly is not my fault," I try to explain. "It is my dear brother and wife's fault."I stand and watch as Ethan bursts out in laughter, "God, don't tell me there are two of you?""Well, you shall be glad to know that he is far worse than me.""How o
I have fallen into a hole, yes, a hole. It is one of those holes that you disguise with grass. Well, my ass has landed me in one. Now, why on earth shall this man have a trap at the front of his gate? Does this also mean that Stefan has not been here yet? But here is where I am being rather dim; of course, the boy can launch himself out of it, which is exactly what I am going to do.Now, if I thought that launching out was going to be the easiest thing, I should have stayed down there. Next, I hear the click of a gun that is being cocked and another one with a clip that is being unloaded then uploaded again. Yes, I have met the very men that I do not wish to have met.A welcoming group of gangsters.I guess the hole is actually aimed for them, and I have just shown them the perfect opportunity to miss it. I do hope Connor realizes that when I do see him again, that I am ripping his clever ass head off. But before I can even bring out my claws, I need to respectf
If ever there was perfect timing, then that is our dear Stefan dying and not finishing his last words. Well, could the man not have told me before I so casually drove a dagger through his heart and in so ending the only, which is believe for now, but could be the only way how we shall know what this legacy is that I shall fulfill.But, that shall be the least of my problems at the current time.I do have a rather furious, Connor Windchaser looking at me waiting to drive his own very dagger through my heart. "I suggest you start talking about this brother of yours."I only but shrug my shoulders at him not having much of a clue about his request, "My dear Connor." And that is exactly where he stops me, "My dear Sebastian, don't even think of starting to sugarcoat things. I want to know why did your brother cause such a rampage in Scotland."I turn my face in the direction where Roberto and the rest of our misfit gang are talking about our recent victory. W
We have never faced a battle after a battle in all the time that we have been finding ourselves dangling our fingers in the hunting game. It is rather an unusual battle that has been playing off, from having to hunt down a delusional Vampire, we are now faced with…Let us do think about this one, who is the battle, the Vampire which as such is my brother or it the other?Whichever scenario that I run through my mind, they both seem just as horrific as the other. So, without having to clog the mind with all these questions, we are making our way forward again. Now our intention is not to go into the abandoned building from which the cackle can be heard, no, we intend to get safely to our vehicle and then hoping that they shall follow us. This is not our playground, it is dangerous and well, fucking scary.So, back to back in our circle of six, we slowly make it through the rain down a road that, if one slips, you will find yourself sliding down. As we move
It can be safely said that we have once again survived another battle, though these were far too close to each other. Now, what else can be said, is that both of these have left us to one conclusion. There is a legacy that they are after…My legacy.Well, in all my frustration, I have no idea as to what they are referring to, but let me say this, I believe that this shall not be the last. Perhaps I have been placed as the one on the hunting block and I have no idea what they are hunting for.Though what else needs hunting is Roberto. I have not seen him since we left him behind between the abandoned warehouse. I have not, and much by the request of the Windchasers, I have not been back to search for him there. I know that he shall come out to hunt, but as for coming to what should be his home, that is not a question that I can answer.Tasha said that there is a great evil that holds him. The day when he came to us the first time I did not see any evil in h