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  She huffs and quickly glances around her to make sure she has been the best host as possible. A grin creeps across my face knowing that would never be me. “Fine,” she says coming and sitting before us.

  She relaxes into her chair as the siblings fall into an easy conversation as they catch up on the details of their lives, giving me a moment to study the woman before me. Her dark hair stands out against her pale features, which compared to Rylan’s, flawless tanned skin, is probably the only difference between the two, you know, apart from the obvious girl/boy stuff.

  Her dark eyes, which resembles the ones I love so much, glance towards me. “Bianca,” she says with a smile, “I hear you’ve been keeping my brother in line.”

  Rylan scoffs beside me as he throws his arm over my shoulders and pulls me into him. “Definitely the other way around. Bianca here is a bit of a wild card, though I’m pretty sure I’ve managed to tame the beast,” he jokes.

  A sadness flashes behind her eyes and is gone within moments. “Be careful with the wild ones, they tend to cause trouble,” she says with a wink. Though I’m almost certain she is talking about her own past on that one.

  “Don’t I know it,” he mumbles to himself.

  The morning flies by in light conversation and soon enough Kaylee and I are in the kitchen working on lunch as Rylan does his brotherly duties and takes himself around the old cottage with a tool box fixing anything and everything he possibly can, while also sending me into absolute heart failure.

  “So, Rylan mentioned you just finished your mid-terms? That must have been pretty exciting?” she asks, sending me into a full blown discussion of what I’ve now been referring to as ‘hell week’.

  “Hold on,” she demands fifteen minutes later. “You mean to tell me that you actually beat Rylan in the weaponry fight? Whoa, I was under the impression that he was unbeatable,” she comments with laughter in her voice.

  “Pft,” I joke. “He’s not that good.”

  “Oh really?” the deep voice from my dreams says from behind me.

  I turn on him, giving every last part of confidence within me. “Really,” I confirm.

  His eyes heat. “You want to prove it?” he demands.

  “Why? So you can show Kaylee how you’ve lost your edge?” I tease. “You know, I beat you at paintball, then with the target accuracy and the weaponry fight, oh and I also managed to punch you in the face last night,” I say as Kaylee breaks into laughter beside me.

  “You know, I let you win at paintball, right?” he smiles. My face drops as I take in every last memory I have of that day. Nope. There is no way. I won that fair and square. Right? “And,” he continues, “I think you’re forgetting the hundreds of times I’ve annihilated you during training. Which happens every day. Frequently.”

  “Hmmm… I don’t see any witnesses who can prove your theory?” I ask.

  He shakes his head in exasperation and throws his hands up. “You’re such a smart-ass.” A grin comes alive on my face.

  I. Win.

  “So…,” I say turning back towards Kaylee. “Where was I?” I laugh.

  We sit down at the table and begin to dig into our lunch. “So, I’m assuming The Academy is pretty impressed with you at the moment,” Kaylee says.

  “Yeah, I guess you could say that,” I groan.

  She glances up at my tone. “Oh?” she asks, fishing for more.

  “I’m pretty much on the verge on guys dropping their pants and asking me to sign their asses,” I smirk. A scowl suddenly comes over Rylan’s face which has us girls breaking into yet another round of laughter.

  “I bet The Council would have had something to say about your performance.”

  “Ugh. Don’t remind me. They’re hoping I’m going to roll over at their will and become their precious poster girl for the doomed.”

  She pulls a face that mimics the one on my own. “That’s rough. Be careful. You’re their princess now,” she says. “If only they knew you were sneaking around with your instructor,” she laughs. “I’m sure that would change their minds.”

  I take a second to consider the risks involved in actually spilling everything to the Council members. Anything has got to be better than becoming their poster girl.

  “Whoa, Bianca,” Rylan scolds. “That shit that you’re thinking about, needs to stop.”

  I glance over at him, a petrified look on his face. I reach out and grab his hand. “Stop stressing, as if I would do anything to risk being with you,” he holds my gaze as a million messages pass between us.

  An hour later we are saying our goodbyes and heading down the long path towards his SUV. “How much does your car mean to you?” I ask as an amazing idea begins to form.

  “A lot, why?” he asks cautiously.

  I give him a sweet smile and even bat my eyelashes. “You think I could drive?”

  Indecision crosses his perfect features as he considers not wanting to tell me no and the safety of his car. He looks between me and the car a few times, his face scrunching up. “Shit,” he groans, digging in his pockets and pulling out his keys.

  “Are you serious?” I screech as he hands them over. I jump up and down and kiss him on the cheek.

  “Don’t make me change my mind,” he warns.

  I run around to the driver’s side and hop in, adjusting the mirrors and moving the seat as far forward as it can possibly go to accommodate for my small size. Rylan smirks as he watches my little routine but wisely remains quiet. I start up the car and smoothly pull away, feeling extremely badass with my boyfriend’s running commentary.

  Not long after I pull off the freeway into the petrol station to fill up. Rylan fills up the tank while I head inside to find all the different chocolates that Jacinta loves but we can’t get at The Academy. Five minutes later Rylan joins me inside and we head over to the old man behind the counter.

  We go about paying when a sign behind the man’s head demands my attention. A picture of a young couple with the word ‘MISSING’ has an awful feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. “What’s that?” I ask the man, hoping for as many details as possible. Rylan's focus quickly draws in on the sign. His eyebrows instantly pulling together.

  The man with the name tag that reads ‘Charlie’ turns around to figure out what I’m talking about. “Oh, awful shame that is,” he grumbles. “They went missing from here last week. Lovely couple they were, came asking for the bathroom and never came back,” he says as he finishes ringing up our purchases.

  Rylan gives me a sideways glance, confirming he is thinking exactly what I am. Vampires. “So you haven’t heard anything since then? There have been no sightings?” he asks Charlie.

  “Nope, nothing. Apparently, there’s been a few disappearances ‘round here lately. Serial Killer if you ask me,” he says.

  I pick up Jacinta’s chocolates and head for the door with Rylan trailing behind me, my eyes suddenly alert. That same strange feeling settles in my stomach as we near the car. Rylan suddenly shoots his arm out across my chest, stopping me in my tracks.

  My eyes searching frantic for whatever it is that Rylan can sense. I look towards the car and hear the slight whoosh of air and realise all four tyres have been slashed. “Stay right on my ass, Bianca” he orders, in a way that is more than just my instructor, but one of a natural born leader.

  He heads towards the back of the petrol station which is surrounded by forest, the most likely area someone would go to snatch up a victim. He reaches behind him and slowly pulls the gun from the waistband of his jeans before handing it back to me. We step further towards the back section of the petrol station and I quickly check the gun and flick the safety off.

  A dark figure sprints across the opening of the forest, way too fast to be human. Rylan and I take off like two bats out of Hell. Our training pushing us harder and faster than any normal human. The vampire heads further into the forest, slowing his speed as we come up behind him. He turns on us, a wicked grin spreading over his face.
/>   “Ah, you make this too easy,” he laughs. “What kind of idiots come after someone in a forest?” Ah. Mindless banter, he must be a newbie, one who most likely has no idea who the Front Lines of The Guard are. Loser here thinks he is about to get the drop on us, but the surprise is on him today.

  He flashes his fangs and disappointment clouds his eyes as he takes in our lack of fear and shock. “So, are you just going to stand here with all your chitter chatter, or are we going to get this show on the road, because I’ve left my best friends chocolates sitting out in the sun and I’m going to be really pissed if they melt.”

  He lets out a booming laugh. “Of course, of course. We’ll move this right along,” he says as a wicked grin creeps across his pale face. He begins to stalk forward. Rylan stays controlled and motionless. The look on the vampire’s face suggests this is going to be easy pickings.

  He gets close enough to be in striking range and Rylan doesn’t skip a beat. He kicks out his leg, hitting the vampire hard in the chest, he stumbles backward as shock and rage register on his face. Rylan hardly gives the vampire a chance to recover before he is on him again, he pulls a dagger from who knows where and gets to work.

  The vampire attempts to fight back and while he has incredible strength, he has absolutely no training in combat, making his movements extremely sloppy, which for Rylan, is a piece of cake. The vampire goes down in what must be record timing. “Damn, that one was easier than I thought” he muses as if he was up for a challenge.

  He looks up at me. “You ok?” he asks.

  I give him reassuring smile. “Yeah,” I say. “Let’s get out of here.”

  We walk back towards the car as Rylan pulls out his phone. “Who are you calling?” I ask when he begins typing numbers into the keypad.

  “The Alchemists. Believe it or not, but there’s a hotline for dealing with dead supernatural.”

  “We’ll, that’s kind of weird,” I mumble to myself, leaning down to grab Jacinta’s chocolates and cheering when they are all still solid.

  Rylan finishes on his phone as we approach his car. “This sucks,” he murmurs, looking at his precious car.

  “Don’t cars come with spare tyre's? Can’t you just change them?” I ask.

  He gives me a small grin. “You don’t know much about cars do you?”

  “That would be a negative,” he shakes his head and refuses to answer my car questions.

  We head back inside the store and Rylan gets the number for the local tow-truck company. I sit and chat with Charlie, who tells me all about his grandchildren, identical twins, Ava and Sammie who apparently are 5th graders and love ballet.

  Twenty minutes later the tow truck shows up and Rylan and I head out to help load up the car.

  “How long is this going to take?” Rylan asks the driver.

  The man gives a slight grimace. “Well, the local garage closed at midday, so unless you have another form of transport, you’re stuck here for the night. The garage will be open at 7 in the morning, so you can pick her up after that,” he says as he begins getting to work.

  Oh shit. Rylan looks down at me, an unsure look on his face as he comes to the same conclusion as me.

  Well… Looks like I’m spending the night with Rylan.

  Chapter 8

  The driver drops us off at the local motel, with some inappropriate comments about hoping we enjoy our night and finishing it off with a sleazy wink.

  We head into the reception area and get ourselves a room and minutes later we stand awkwardly in front of the door, knowing what could possibly come from a night together inside this room and to be honest, a certain excited thrill fills me.

  “Shit, I should get another room,” Rylan whispers under his breath.

  “Don’t be stupid,” I scold as I snatch the keys from his hand and begin unlocking the door. “Besides, we’re both adults. I think we can control ourselves.”

  He groans as I push the door open to the average room. Bed. Bathroom. TV. Very original.

  “If you start to feel uncomfortable, let me know, ok,” he demands.

  Ha, like that is going to happen. “Promise,” I say with a roll of my eyes. I glance around the room, realising that there is quite literally nothing to do. “So… What do you say we order a pizza and a movie like the regular humans do?” I ask with a smirk.

  It’s his turn to roll his eyes now. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he grumbles, but sure enough, orders a pizza. Rylan 0. Bianca 1.

  I flop down on the uncomfortable double bed and switch the button to turn the TV on and groan as the screen remains black. “Damn, it doesn’t work,” I grumble to myself.

  Rylan smirks and crosses to the TV. “This might help,” he smirks as he holds the power cord in his hands. He plugs it in and switches the TV on bringing up some infomercial with a lady who looks like she is stuck in the eighties doing some ridiculous form of exercise.

  I begin to flick through the channels, searching for something worth watching. Rylan sits down on the bed beside me and pulls me into him, I relax into his chest. “You never did tell me what all those new tricks are that got you through the exams,” he says as I settle on some awful black and white movie.

  “Ha. Like I’m going to tell you that. I might need those moves one day,” I smile.

  He looks thoughtful for a short moment. “You know I’ll work them out eventually,” he says confidentially.

  “Ok, well, if you can beat me now. I’ll spill all my trade secrets, but if you can’t… You have to admit I’m the best and you didn’t let me win at paintball because I know I kicked your ass fair and square.”

  He smirks at me. “You’re on,” he says, getting up and making his way around the bed to the open area of the room, expecting me to follow behind. I stand up on top of the bed and run full bolt ahead, launching myself off the edge. I fly through the air for the quickest moment. I might have made some sort of battle cry, but who can be sure?

  He turns quickly, eyes widening as he sees me flying towards him. He stretches out, quickly adjusting himself and catches me mid-flight. “Sorry babe, you’re going to have to try harder than that,” he says as he throws me back to the bed. I land on the bed with an ‘oomph’.

  “I guess you’re playing dirty then?” he asks, trying to figure out the rules to our little bet as he stalks towards the bed and reaches out for my leg.

  I scramble back towards the headboard and get to my feet once again. “Yep,” I confirm as I stare him down. “You know I’d do just about anything to win.”

  “Oh, I know,” he grumbles, waiting for me to make my move. “You really think you’ve got this in the bag, huh?”

  I give him a wicked smirk and point both thumbs towards myself. “Predator,” I say, turning my hands over and pointing towards him. “Prey.”

  He laughs at my ridiculous comments and soon enough the smirk on his face is resembling the one on mine. There’s a knock at the door. Rylan steps backward towards the door while digging in his pocket and pulls out a twenty. Keeping his eyes firmly locked on mine, he opens the door, grabs the pizza, which I might add smells amazing, hands over the money and slams the door.

  He throws the pizza box on the small table in the corner near the bathroom and begins stalking back towards me. The sexual tension in the room grows heavy with each step he takes towards me. He stands at the bottom of the bed. “What’s your brilliant plan, Bianca?” he asks, easily taking over the roll as predator. Lust fills his eyes, completely wiping every thought from my mind.

  I walk as slowly as possible towards him, keeping my eyes locked on his. “I’ve completely forgotten,” I whisper. His eyes flame like liquid fire as I grow closer. I step up in front of him, the added height from the bed putting us chest to chest.

  I throw myself onto him, locking my legs around his strong waist. His arms snake around my back, holding me firmly against his body. My lips crash down on his as my arms twine around his neck, one hand winding up into his dark hair, the
other grazing over the tight muscles of his back.

  He steps over towards the wall and pushes me up against it, freeing his arms to do as they please. I pull away to catch my breath and he takes the opportunity to move his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck. Feeling brave, my hand creeps down and I slide it up, under his shirt. I run my fingers over the deep ridges of his abs and up towards his broad chest. Needing more, I grab the hem of his shirt and raise it over his head, exposing his beautiful torso.

  “You need to stop me if this goes too far,” he breathes into my neck.

  I place my hands on the sides of his face and gently raise his head to meet my eyes. “I’m ready. I want this,” I whisper, wearing my heart on my sleeve.

  “You’re sure?” he asks.

  “I’ve never been so sure in my life,” I reply. He brings his lips back down on mine with a new energy, gone was the fierce, urgent need, now replaced with sweet gentle passion. He strips me of my own shirt as his hands explore my body, I’m then lifted off the wall as he walks us over to the bed.

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  Laying here wearing nothing but my bullet chain, next to a man. I had always thought I would be nervous and self-conscious, especially with Rylan considering his obvious experience and my lack-there-of. But instead, I can’t imagine it gets much better than this. It was absolutely perfect, especially for my first time. I am his and he is mine. Though I must admit, he wasn’t very impressed when he saw the size of the bruise covering my ribs.

  I lay curled up in his arms as he traces small circles around my belly button. “I think the pizza’s gone cold,” I deadpan.

  “Oh well, It’s better that way,” he laughs.

  I sit up and look down at this perfect man who is only covered by the sheerest sheet across his lower waist, revealing his perfect ‘V’. I mask my features and manage to produce one of pure horror at his cold pizza tendencies. “Oh no. You’re one of those people. I’ve made a terrible mistake,” I joke.

  “Shut up,” he laughs, pulling me back down on top of him.