The Breed 2

*where's Sam? Ah well, Jenna, I've missed you so much! Come to Mama!

Also, for whoever reads, I just started a new Storybook, I'd love if people would join *

Jenna-

Tegan looked at me anxiously. "You shouldn't come," he said suddenly. "Stop the car!" he shouted.

"No, don't! Keep going, Drake. I'll come if I want," I said back.

"I won't let you! Stop!" Tegan shouted.

"You won't let me? Since when did I need your permission to do anything?"

"Since I love you," he said. "Please, Jenna..." he took my hand shakily.

I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes. "Alana's my best friend, Tegan. I want to help her. And I want to help you..." I traced my fingers up his wrist. "I love you too," I whispered.

Jack cleared his throat loudly and I blushed and turned to look out the window. Drake was still driving like a psychopath.

"So," I said, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Plans for once we get there, anyone?"

Gael-

Gael nudged the door to Alanna's room open. She was wearing a ravishing red ball gown. Her hair was curled around her face. He leaned against the door frame and watched her shakily apply her make up, to cover up the bruises. She noticed him behind her in the mirror. She jumped slightly and he walked towards her.

"You look... beautiful." He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down to smell her, "And you smell even better." She was shaking violently under his touch. "Come now, we can't keep our guests waiting."

They walked down a dark hallway until they emmerged into a grand ball room. Music was playing, everyone dressed for the occasion. He did have a twisted sence of humor.


Jack-

Drake was being insane. Jack understood his fear and pain, but still he wasn't showing very good self preservation, "Drake, we need a plan. We can't just go waltzing in there and expect to come out alive."

Drake didn't reply.

"We can't save Alanna if we are dead," Joseph added.

Jenna-

"Well..." I said, breaking away from Tegan and putting a hand over his mouth to stop any protests. "I mean, I could try and distract them. If they're bloodthirsty, surely they'll come after me..."

Tegan's lips began to move but there were no actual words.

"That's very dangerous, Jenna," said Joseph. "They could capture you as well."

"But they won't because I'll be with you guys," I pointed out. "As long as you're doing your job. And I have a knack for surviving."

"But even then, does it help Alana?"

"Look, they're Rogues. They may be sophisticated Rogues but they still suffer from terrible bloodlust. Right? So doesn't it make sense that when they see fresh meat right there they're going to go after it."

Tegan snatched my hand away. "But what about when they catch you? It's not going to work, Jen."

"What if I lead them right into your hands?" I said.

"There are hundreds of them," Joseph said harshly. "It will kill us all."

I bit my lip. "Then we need them when Alana's only in a small group. A manageable group."

"If it was manageable, Alana would have managed them," Drake pointed out.

This was going to be harder than I thought.

Alana:

Alana fought the tears that were trying to fall down her face as she tried to put the make up on that she had been given.

Put it on or die! Had been the command. She had wanted to cover up the brusies he had put on her anyways. She looked at herself in the mirror, she looked dead, and empty. Her eyes were hallowed and no amount of make up, in her opinion, would cover that up. She looked at the dress she was wearing and sniffed. She should be wearing this to go somewhere with Drake, not because she was forced to wear it and was being held against her will. It made her look to pretty, her body at least. She bit her lower lip. She wanted to die if she wouldn't be able to see Drake again. She had tried to get free, killed a vampire with a broken hair brush too, but she had been stopped and hit several times for it. She wiped a tear off her cheek and covered that spot with some foundation powder. She wasn't going to show weakness, she wasn'g going to give in to what he was doing. She wasn't going to let him see her weak again. She wasn't going to let him win.

You can't fight against him thought. She whimpered to herself. SHe had tried, she had injured a few other vampires when she had killed that one, but she wasn't able to go. She had just lost anythign that she could break and use as a weapon.

She looked back in the mirror and sighed, this wasn't going to be easy. She carefully applied some eyeliner on her eyes and sniffed, this wasn't supposed to be happening. What was she even listening to him and putting this stupid make up on. Why was she giving in to him. Because if you don't you will die and won't have a chance to see Drake again. She sighed. She would have to put up wiht him. She would have to listen, it was her only chance. She looked at her reflection, she looked horrible. She jumped when she saw Gael in the mirror behind her leaning causually against the door frame watching her. How long had he been there?!

"You look... beautiful." He said putting his hands on her shoulders. She wanted to shove him away to kill him. But she was defensless and would only get hurt even more. She already had more bruises then she wished to count from him. He lowered his face down to the crook of her neck and breathed in. She could feel herself shaking, she never thought she would fear death so much, but she wasn't ready to die, she wasn't ready to lose Drake until she knew if he really loved her or if she was just another pawn. She whimpered as Gael started talking again. "And you smell even better. Come now, we can't keep our guests waiting."

She swallowed hard as he led her towards the ballroom her whole body shaking with every step. She bit her lower lip. Was she going to be the one that was sacraficed to revive the great vampire. Probably. She shivered more. He lead her down some stairs as the others in the room acted like he was roalty. She shrunk back at the thirsty look she was given by some of the Rouges in the room.

"Drake's gonna kill you, if he doesn't, I will find a way to do it myself." She whispered in a low voice. He wouldnt' do anything to her in front of all these vampires, would he? "If you succeed. I hope the Ancient kills you."

Drake

Damn it all. They were right; we were about to commit suicide, if I didn't focus and calm down. I reluctantly pressed the brake and slowed to a stop, parking the vehicle on the side of the road.

"Now, what?" I asked sharply. "Anyone got any ideas?"

I looked hopefully at Tegan. In my rage and panic, I was practically braindead.



**Not much, I know. I might add more in a little bit...**

****Someone post on this I refuse to have this die.****

I really don't know what to post.

***Reply to Alana. ***

Gael-

"When I succeed," He said as soft music began to play, "You're going to wish I had killed you in the car." He put one hand in the small of her back and took her hand in his free one, "You're going to watch them all die, one by one." He twirled her around and kept his eyes locked with hers.

"Drake will never let that happen, you will never win." Although she said it defiantly, the slight shake in her voice and increase in her heart rate showed just how uncertain she was. Gael smiled at her fear.

Just then, one of his oldest friends came up to him. He took in Alanna's beatiful figure with his hunger filled eyes. It made her even more fearful and McEntire could feel it too. He would ask for her later, and Gael would consider giving her to him. But he wasn't sure he would let McEntire have her. She was too special.

"Gael," he began, struggling to pull his eyes from Alanna, "they're here. Outside. Should we invite them in?"

Gael nodded and then continued his dance with Alanna. It was almost time.


(Idk why I switched to 3rd person last time with Jack...back to 1st.)
Jack St. John-

The car came to a screetching halt as we arrived outside the mansion. McEntire O'Fallon's mansion. Gael and McEntire had been great friends, before and after they had become vampires. McEntire was the one who led Gael into becoming what he is.

I sighed and opened the car door to get out, "Where are you going?" Joseph asked.

I climbed out of the car, "I dunno. No one has a damn plan. And now here we are sitting ducks outside their fort. " Everyone else began to climb out.

"We just have to step back and figure this out." Teagan said.

"No, we need to-" I began but then stopped. I looked down to see a stake in my chest. It wouldn't kill me, just leave me paralized until it was taken out. I'm sure the look on my face was priceless. Soon there were other rogues surrounding us, but I couldn't do anything. Then I blacked out.

Alana's hoped soared when she heard that Drake was here. She glared at Gael, but couldn't away from him. She was clumsy in heels and he had a hold on her that if she tried to get away he would just tighten it probably resulting in a broken hand.

"If I get the chance I'll kill you myself!" She hissed at him. "I swear it!"

"You won't get that chance, dear." He smiled.

"Don't call me dear!" She hissed. "I'm not your dear!" He chuckled softly at that and pulled her closer to him. She tried to keep him from doing it put the pressure just got harder on her back and he squeezed her hand a little making her whimper in pain.

"Don't fight, please." He smiled. "I don't want to have to kill you yet." His face was closer to her's and she turned away growling at him and trying to push back against his hands again. She bit her lower lip to keep from screaming as he almost broke her wrist. "You are not going anywhere, darling." The huge main doors opened and he stopped dancing with her and held her tight against his side watching the door. She whimpered as she saw Drake and the others brought in. She tried to pull away but he wouldn't let her.

"You hurt him and I swear I'll kill you if it's the last thing I ever do. You can break every bone in my body if you want but I'll kill you!" She hissed glaring at him.

Gael-

Gael chuckled and handed Alanna off to McEntire, "Be good. I want her kept alive." He warned McEntire. Gale then walked over to the others. Jack had a stake in his chest, that made Gael laugh.

There was another girl that was tied up, and three other vampires that were being held by some of his minions. One of the vampires he knew quit well.

"Joseph Konner, it's been...too long." He said.

"Not long enough really." Joseph replied. Gael smiled and then punched him a few times. He motioned for the music to stop and for his 'tools' to be brought out.

Everyone but Jack was tied up to a chair. All of Gael's weaponry was laid out on a table. He was really going to enjoy this. He walked over to Jack.

"Hello brother." He punched him a few times and then yanked the stake out of his chest. Jack gasped and fell to the ground. He wouldn't be able to move for another ten minutes.

Gale grabbed the back of Joseph's chair and dragged it into the center of the cirlced that had been forned by the gathering of rogues around them to watch the show.

He picked a small dagger from the table and walked over to Joseph, "This is for you brother." He plunged the dagger into Joseph's gut. Joseph didn't move, didn't scream, didn't even blink an eye. That dissatisified Gael. He pulled the dagger out and plunged it back in again, and again and again and again. He did it until Joseph started laughing hysterically. He had gone completely insane with pain.


Jack St. John-

I watched horrified as Gale plunged the dagger into Joseph over and over again. Joseph wouldn't give Gael the satisfaction of showing pain, but it began to ware on him. As he started laughing I could also see the tear fall from his eye. A single tear.

"Stop!" I screamed trying to get up.

"How do you like that brother!" Gael screamed maniacally. Joseph stopped laughing and his head fell back. He was dead.

"NO!" I screamed over and over. My best friend, "NO, god no!"

Alana swallowed hard pulling against McEntire. He was going to do this to every one of her friends. At least it looked that way. McEntire laughed and tightened his grip on her. She whimpered in pain but kept pulling against him. She was going to have a ton of bruises if she got out of this alive.

"Stop struggling, human." He laughed dipping his head down to the crook of her neck breathing in. She whimpered struggling as she tried to get away. He chuckled at her increased heart rate. She looked towards where her friends were and caught Drake's eyes. He looked madder then a hornet that had it's hive destroyed. "Your nto a bad looking human." He laughed. She oculd feel his breath against her neck. She tried to angle her body away from him, but only found herself uncapable to move.

"Whose next, Alana?" Gael laughed. She glared at him.

"Go to hell!" She screamed struggling against McEntire. Then she smiled as she stopped her struggling. "Wait, I can pick?"

"Yes." Alana saw something flash across Drake's face. She ignored it.

"How about McEntire?" She smirked. McEntire laughed and she felt his lips touch her neck causing her to wince.

"He meant of your friends." McEntire laughed.

"WEll your deffinatly not that." She hissed back at him.

Tegan watched Drake carefully, cautiously, warily. What would the vamp do? He was mad as hell, that was obvious, but what would he do?

"Drake," Tegan whispered. He wouldn't answer. His eyes were glued to Alana and McEntire. "Drake!"

Drake's glare was cold, murderous, but didn't remain on Tegan for long. He turned his attention back to his beloved.

Meanwhile, Gael sauntered forward, the blade still in hand and dripping with gore. Jenna whimpered as he halted in front of her, studying her closely. A growl tore out of Tegan's throat, one composed of half worry and half aggression. If she was harmed...

Damn. Now he knew how Drake felt!

There had to be a way out of this. There had to be.

Gael-

Gael licked the blood off of the dagger and set it back down on the table. There was his pathetic big brother, losing his mind over his dead friend. Jack was so weak.

"Alanna, I'm afraid I'm not a patient man. You're going to have to pick some one soon." He looked up at Alanna who was squirming under McEntire's hold. He was hungry, too hungry to be trusted.

Gael walked up to where they were standing and took Alanna by the arm, "Go get yourself fed McEntire." He said in a harsh whisper. He took Alanna back down and stopped her infront of the others, "Which one is it going to be?" He asked looking directly at her as she avoided his gaze.

He saw her lock eyes with Drake and a coy smile slid over his lips, "Drake then? Is he next?"

"No!" She started to scream as he handed her off to another of his minions. He pulled Joseph out of the chair and threw him onto the ground. He tied Drake with the same bloodied ropes.

"Time to play!" He said wickedly, standing over Drake, a hand on each side of the chair.

Alana:

Alana pulled against the vampire holding her. "NO!" She screamed. "Please no!" She pulled and pulled snapping one of her wrists and she screamed, not in pain though. She pulled and pulled at the vampire.

"You picked him." Gael smiled.

"No I didn't!" She screamed. She whimpered as the vampire tightened his grasp on her. She stoped struggling and glared. "If you get near him with that knife I'll make myself bleed. Over half your vampires are starving, I can tell. You do that and you'll lose me! Down the drain goes your little game."