"Booker?"
"What?"
"I have a problem."
"Lemme guess, it's your little pest?"
"Yes, she left the mansion."
"And?"
"She can't think she can go wandering off now."
"Okay, you seem to be having a conversation with yourself, little brother."
"Teach her a lesson!"
"Ha! Me? She isn't my pet!"
"Dammit, Booker.. Fine. Send in her bro-"
"NO!"
"What? Why?"
"He's busy..."
"Dammit! Fine I guess I'll deal with her."
-.-.-

A knock shattered the broken silence. I looked up, who wanted to bother me, now?

Damian barged in, his eyes blazing, his lips drawn into a frown; his brows furrowed.
"Mother fu-" was all I could say, before his hands coiled around me and slammed onto the bed. His face was red from.. frustration? Or something else. His breath was warm and moist and the whole situation had got hot and heavy too fast. I slammed him off me, with a brute force that was all too new.

Slowly, Damian recovered from the impact and breathed quietly. "Sorry. I-I just.. you see, when I'm angry the whole vampire comes out." He sat on a nearby chair and looked at me with his eyes full of regret, but that quickly changed as he remembered what he was here for,"Why'd you leave?"
"Am I not aloud to leave?" I remarked.
"Not after sunset.."
"Lame..."
"Again, why did you leave?"
"I wanted to take a walk."
"Nice, now tell me the real reason."
"That [i]is[i] the real reason." I couldn't tell him, he find Terror and tell him everything.
"Am I suppose to believe you?"
"You don't have to, but it's the truth."
"Okay, Blade, but you're not aloud to leave this mansion, without me, ever again. Are we clear?"
"About clear as the blood you drink."
"What wrong?" His eyes narrowed.
"Let me get this straight: I can't leave because [i]you're[i] afraid. Not to sound like the bad guy here, but you're kinda being a p-" I cleared my throat,"wimp?"
Annoyance pierced his words as he hissed,"Whatever, Blade, if I even see you mover toward any of the exits in this place, I'll rip your fangs out."
"Don't worry, nothing in the world would make me want to leave this [i]amazing[i] palace of torture."

"Good. jantar in an hour."
"What mais blood?"
"Only the best."
"Thanks but no thanks."
Damian's face darkened,"Than you can sit in here and starve."
"Good! I'd rather die than be like you."

Stopping at the door, he turned, his eyes narrowed,"You can't fight it forever, you'll give in, trust me." And with that he slammed the door and I was left futher into this damn vampire thing, than I wanted to be.