The club is, surprisingly busy for such an early time. I glance around the crowd nervously, taking in all the shady people. Many of them are vampires, others a werewolves. Neither of whom like the Faren. Licking my lips, I follow an equally as nervous James through the crowd towards the backstage area. Why I let Trix dress us, I haven’t a clue. I’m in black pants, which are hanging off my hips, with a black silk shirt, unbuttoned to show part of my pale chest. A black pinstriped blazer hangs over the top, the sleeves rolled up slightly. It’s not my fault I’m short! To top it all off, she’d slicked my hair back under the black hat. Shit, I look like Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter movies! James isn’t any better only he’s in navy. “Next up, we have Jay and Hunter!” My heart stops and I gulp, allowing myself to be tugged onto the stage, eyes taking in all the curious faces. He’s here, in the back by the bar. I watch him with narrowed eyes. Is that….a toddler he’s passing around? Oh Christ! He brought Gus to a vampire bar! I shoot my brother a look and he nods.
‘Follow that dream, I gotta follow that dream Keep a-movin, move along, keep a moving I've got to follow that dream wherever that dream may lead I've got to follow that dream to find the love I need When your heart gets restless, time to move along When your heart gets weary, time to sing a song But when a dream is calling you, There's just one thing that you can do Well, you gotta follow that dream wherever that dream may lead You gotta follow that dream to find the love you need Keep a-movin, move along, keep a moving Got to find me someone whose heart is free Someone to look for my dream with me And when I find her I may find out Just what my dreams are all about I've got to follow that dream wherever that dream may lead I've got to follow that dream to find the love I need I've got to follow that dream wherever that dream may lead I've got to follow that dream to find the love I need Keep a-movin, move along Keep a-movin, move along Keep a-movin, move along’
My father stares straight at us, three sets of blue eyes meeting, a look of realisation appearing on his face. Snarling, he clutches Gus and heads for the door, “No!” I all but yell, vaulting off the stage and pushing through to get to him. I’m almost there when I’m grabbed by the scruff of my neck, being yanked backwards and thrown against the wall. James is pinned beneath to bears/werewolves. I writhe and squirm as he straddles me, hands groping my body. I panic. My baby. “NO!” I scream, my attackers being thrown off in all directions as my face contorts, fangs visible as I deliver a solid roundhouse kick to the bear, Chuck Norris style. He flies off and I help my brother up. I bottle smashes me in the side of my face, shredding the skin of my forehead, cheek and neck. I stagger sideways, giving my attacker time to tackle me to the floor, delivering punch after punch to my face. Clawed fingers grab me by the hair, cutting my scalp as my head is cracked off the stone floor. Then darkness. ~~~~~~~~ I groan, moving my head slightly as I wince in pain, “Shiiiit…” I grunt, rubbing my eyes, sitting up. The club was empty, bar James and myself. He lay not to far from me, still out cold, blood oozing from him. I looked down at myself. Claw marks, bite marks, boot prints, fist prints, hand prints, you name it, I’m covered in them. I think they shattered my knee cap too, cause I can’t feel it, nor can I move it. Managing to prop myself onto my elbow, I use my arms to drag myself to my brother, hitting him weakly, “Wake. The. Fuck. Up. Asshole!” I’m glad I didn’t bring Brian or anyone else. It would have been a massacre. James groaned, “Just five more minutes” and flopped his head sideways. I don’t believe it. He wasn’t unconscious. He was ASLEEP! I furrow my brow and run my tongue over my fangs. Or I would of, if I had any. So I scream, long, loud, high pitched and succeed in scaring the shit out of James as he sits bolt up and groans, “Urgh!” There are tears in my eyes as I start to cry. “Are your hormones acting up little brother?” he asked nervously, awkwardly patting my back as I open my mouth. “They ripped out my fangs. And yours too” And that causes James to start crying. ~~~~~~~~ It is in that position, 2 hours later, that Ben and the rest of them find us in. After getting over the shock of seeing us lying bruised and bloody in each others arms crying, we reveal our fangless mouths. And luckily, Ben says, they will grow back. Needless to say, I don’t think I ever smiled so widely in my life, although it feels weird not having my fangs prodding my lip when I do so. We’re hauled back to the penthouse to heal, Brian never once leaving my side as I lie there, staring at the ceiling. Then I panic, sitting up and, once again, groaning. “What about our baby!?” I squeak looking alarmed. “BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN!”