Chapter Two

[P.O.V Zyston Woods]

Smelling the fresh autumn air blowing threw my truck window while driving back home. It has been three hundred years since I was last home. This whole time I have been traveling around the world. I can't stay in one place too long with how young I look; humans get suspicious after awhile. It, not the only reason I'm coming home; I have an elder brother and twin sister I have not seen or heard from. With how long I have been gone until recently, they have contacted me.

Informing me that our enemy after all these years has resurfaced. 'Stupid damn Witch Hunter's anyway always causing trouble there like dirt underneath my feet.' Thought to myself, not only do they hunt witches but any supernatural species. Using their dark magic to catch and hunt their prey.

Driving past a sign saying Dark Wood 50 Miles. Three miles from the sign on the left-hand side was a dirt road. Taking that road was nothing but forest following it. At the end of this road is a nice driveway leading to a mansion. Painted all white with the stone running along the bottom with some black shudders around the windows. Pulling up in the driveway, turning off my truck, and grabbing my duffel bag out of my back seat.

A woman with black short hair that spikes in the back and bangs to her chin. Deep green emerald eyes with a hint of gold and a little blue around the pupil, 5,8 in height, white skin, And perfect curve body. Runs towards me and jumping into my arms. Making me drop my duffel bag to catch her. Her legs wrapping around my torso, squeezing me in a bone-crushing hug. Putting her down on the ground, she stood there, checking me out.

"Damn, it has been a long time since I last saw you. You're looking mighty sexy with that facial hair." The woman says.

"What about you? Finally, you have come into your woman curves and looking might find yourself." Replying to her, the woman hugs me again. This time it wasn't bone-crushing. Placing her head on my chest, speaking softly, trying to hold back sobs.

"I missed you, my twin."

"I missed you to Katrina." Pulling her face back using my thumbs, wiping her tears away. Smiling at her, she smiles back. Taking each other hand and grabbing my duffel bag, we walk into the house.

Waking into the Foyer, a huge dark wooden staircase greets. To the left is the dining room and the right was the living room. Walking up the stairs and turning left. Down the hallway was a bunch of doors on the left wall, and the right wall was made out of glass. The end of the hall was a dark wooden door. Turning the sliver handle walking into my room.

A huge king bed sat in the middle, with black and gray silk bedding. Next to it was some bedside tables with lamps on top. The left wall has a balcony door with a small living room area. On the right side, the wall was a walk-in closet and the bathroom—two bookcases next to the bedroom door and dark grey carpeting.

"Wheres Vincent?" Asking Katrina placing my duffel bag on the bed. Taking a seat on the bed with Katrina sitting next to me.

"He's out taking a run. We will see him later." She replies.

"Surprised, your not with him."

"That is because I wanted to see my twin and maybe?..." Looking at Katrina's face, she had this up-to-no-good-look.

"I know that face, and the answer is no." Telling her sternly.

"You haven't even heard what I have to say yet!" Standing up, crossing my arms on my chest, looking at her.

"The answer still no."

"Hear me out! They're a great bar in town I really want to take you to. Great food and amazing drinks, not to mention cute servers." She tries to persuade me.

"You have a Mate. How does that benefit you?"

"Your right and I love him with all my heart, but the server idea was for you, considering you don't have a Mate yet."

Those words coming out of her mouth stung like stabbing a knife into my heart. For years I have been looking for my mate. It natural for a half breed like myself to find their mate by 100. But I have been looking for mine for 245 years. I'm getting to the point where I think she might have died or she with someone else. Just thinking about it puts me in a bad mood.

" Shut up, Kat!!" Her face looked hurt after shouting at her.

"I'm sorry, Zyston. I didn't mean to upset you."

"If you want to go out? Then fine, I will go, but when it comes to talking about my mate, I rather not talk about it." A huge smile crossed her face. She hugged me tightly.

"Thank you for accepting, and I promise I won't mention it anymore... Until you meet her." Rolling my eyes at her.

"Your welcome. Now get the hell out of my room." Letting go of her, I grabbed my bag and headed towards the shower.

[P.O.V Adriana Braxton]

Can this night get any longer? This is why I hate working Friday nights; they are busy as hell. We are almost completely a full house, mainly people coming in from the city. Lights flashing, Music playing, And dancer dancing. Horny men and women are trying to get a hot night with each other. Thank goodness I am just the bartender and only have to serve drinks and listen to drunk people. Even then, I give them a piece of my mind, and they learn to shut up most of the time.

It only 11 p.m. two more hours, and I'm finally off. A woman with long blonde hair with the same outfit as mine with a small waist purple apron and high heels. She comes towards me, handing me an order for her table with a huge smile on her face.

"The normal for the Woods siblings." Says the young woman. The Woods siblings have been coming here for a while now. They have become a regular of ours. Looking at the paper, it reads red wine, scotch, and whiskey.

"Whiskey? That not normal for the Woods siblings," Said with wonder and fact.

"I know.. You know that twin of Katrina?" Tanner's asks me all excited

"The one who went traveling?"

"Yes! He's in town, and may I say they look exactly alike except one a female and the other a male. But my hot glory, he is gorgeous." Placing the drinks on a tray, she picks the tray up and walks to their table. Stepping on my tippy toes trying to see him, but couldn't because there too many people in the way.

'It not like one of the members of the gorgeous families in town would be interested in me anyway.' Thinking to myself, rolling my eyes, and continuing back to my work. The rest of the night, I couldn't help but have this gut feeling. That told me that something big was about to happen.

Finally, it was 12:30 a.m. everyone has left for the bar has closed. Cleaning up the bar and washing my glasses, I got out at 1:15 a.m.

"Jake, I'm heading home!!" Yelling for him to hear me threw the kitchen door.

"Alright, be safe!" Jake yelled back. Some nights Jake works a little later than I do. Making sure everything cleaned up and dealing with the really drunk people by calling them a cab. The night he does work late, I walk back home. I really don't mind if I run and jog a lot. I enjoy it, he tells me to take his truck, but I refuse. Walking through the back door heading home, breathing in the fresh air. Putting my headphones in, listening to Halsey.

Outside of town, almost getting home. Two trucks were parked on the side of the road with a group of guys drinking and chatting. Getting a weird and bad gut feeling, I turn back around to town.

"Hey, where you going, pretty lady!!!" Drunk guy, 1 yelled. Ignoring them and picking up my speed, I can hear the engine roar to life, driving my direction.

Moving my feet to run with my heart pounding hard. The truck stops in front of me, making me scream. Running back the other way, another truck stops in front of me, making another scream leave my mouth. Men getting out of their trucks, making a circle around me. Anxiety really flowing through me. 'Why didn't I wait for Jake to get off? or take the truck?'

"What do you say, boys? Should we let ourselves have a little fun?" Drunk guy 1 ask. They all cheered and agreed on it.

"Be a lot more fun without those clothes on." Drunk guy 2 says. Hearing this made my heart drop, old memories flashing of a man raping me. Tears fall down my face. I couldn't even utter a word because I was so scared.

Pushing me up against the front of the truck holding me down, drunk guys 1 and 2 both start ripping at my clothes. Using a knife putting it under my sleeves, cutting into the fabric. Trying to fight them back, but they're just too strong. My shredded shirt falling to the ground. Cutting my bra straps and undoing the button on my shorts.

" P.. pl..please... St.. stop.." My words coming out in sobs. They all laughed at me, closing my eyes, waiting for the torture to end.