“Going somewhere?” Alex asked, watching Josh throw on a jacket, Alaster twisting his hair into a messy bun. Xavier had also stopped, eyeing Alaster as well.“Yeah, going to the other clan house,” Josh said, a frown replacing the once sombre features on Alex’s face. His brows dipped, his eyes scanning Josh’s expression.“Don’t worry, I’ll be back tomorrow morning,” Josh said, Alex shaking his head.“No, it's not that.”Alex refused to say more, sighing, now rubbing his neck. “Never mind.”“Alex, I’ll be fine, apparently there’s some teleportation thingy they set up so we won’t be going outside,” Josh smiled, reassuring Alex slightly but that hardly quenched his worry.“You’re going with Alaster?” Alex asked, Josh shaking his head.“Sadly not, he’ll be going off with Amber and Griffin,” Al

“Don’t,” Alex warned, raising a finger to Amber who was standing right at the bathroom door where he’d just come out of. He wasn’t ready to explain balls shit to anyone, especially Amber who already knew everything cause god forbid she keep to her own thoughts.“If you already know, why do you have to do this,” Alex groaned, wiping his wet face with his shirt, making his way back to the living where Josh sat patiently awaiting his return.His cheeks were still blazing from the scene from moments ago, his chest tightening each time his mind ran over it. If it wasn’t for Xavier being there at the time, he was quite literally going to bury himself in the couch.“So, you gonna explain or are you gonna keep me waiting?” Josh asked, raising a brow as Alex fell next to him. He let out a loud sigh, playing with his overgrown hair, avoiding his friends stabbing gaze. Thankfully Amber had left him alone although

Alex fell to his knees at Xavier’s side, hand wrapping around his shoulder to prop him. Xavier’s skin burnt at Alex’s, the room much warmer, and his breath climbing in speed. Each breath was as hallow as the last, beads of sweat climbing at his temples. He could barely keep his head up, let alone stand without any support. Alex helped him to the bed, laying him down and puffing a breath.It was happening to him too.The worry he’d carried from what he’d just witnessed, doubled. His hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt and he chewed at the inner of his cheek. Xavier turned and twisted, Alex frozen there, barely able to form a thought.His eyes darted around the room, his feet carrying him around in hopes of calming his overheating head. He’d never taken care of a vampire, and neither did the classes with Alaster talk about nursing a vampire to health.They weren’t even supposed to get sick!Alex ran a ha

Alex took off like there was no tomorrow, his legs carrying him faster than they ever have, his heart beating as quick as each breath. Th icy feeling that had tickled his back now enveloped his whole body, the terror like shackles on his fleeing body. The darkness chased after him, climbing the walls and ceilings around him, licking at his heels ready to consume him whole. Alex grit his teeth, forcing his legs faster, the memory of those hellish nights nauseating him. He raced up the steep stairs, taking two at a time, ignoring the burning in his throat. He ran out the kitchen, the monstrous abyss still hot on his tails, devouring everything he ran past. He bound up more stairs his lungs crying in sweet agony as his whole world turned dark. The dread pulled at his insides as he clambered forward, the fear making his knees weak but it barely kept him back. He saw a light at the end of the hallway, the last of his energy pulling him through. With a sharp turn,

“That was a good game,” Alaster humbly said, Josh crying over the last of his ownings falling into Alaster’s very thick pocket. “It was about time.” Alex, who’d lost right after Amber, rolled his eyes. Josh stretched his back, the crackling and popping making him sigh in content. His butt had turned to stone from sitting on the carpeted floors for 2 hours, his eyes blurry and god he never wanted to see a monopoly board again. Alaster wore a casual smile, a taunt to the three that had succumbed to his cruel hand. Amber, who had been the first to lose, straightened her slumped figure, eyes growing with sudden interest. Before a third game could be suggested, the front door opening drew their attention. Luca and Griffin had just returned from their inspection of the territory and it seemed that more than an inspection had taken place whilst they had been out… Luca was the first to walk in, dirt staining his face and clothes, a deep crease present within his brow. Griffin who followed