sisterly love and torture.

"Mate." the word slipped out of my mouth shocked me because never in million years was I looking for my mate. And to be honest, I wasn't going to.

Now standing in front of the man I'm supposed to be by his side, I want to by his back, ready to rip his throat out.

I lunged at him with a cry and pushed him down to the ground as I was on top of him. I let my claws out and started ripping at his chest. I think he got an idea that I wasn't going to ravish him but kill him, because he caught my wrist just before I was about to slash his skin for the.... I didn't count. I was so angry and hurt that I don't even looked at him. I don't even want to know what he looks like.

I just want to end him. I want to to go away. Quite permanently.

He flipped, and I was under him which I didn't like. Not even the slightest. I locked my leg with his right one and broke it. He grunted in pain and I was quick to flip back to me on top of him and giving him more pain. I dug my claws in his chest where his heart is but halted as I heard a really agonising scream.

Veronica.

My head whipped to her and I saw the most pained look on her face. I forgot what she looked like when she was hurt. And it was not pleasant for me every time I see that look. She lost a friend today. And it was on me. No, on him.

I almost forgot the man under me... who was no longer under me. I fell face first on the ground but quickly got up to end him.

But then I saw. I saw him.

He had the most beautiful grey-blue eyes ever. Night was dark just like his hair. His whole body was covered in blood but he stood straight as anyone healthy. He was tall, maybe five foot ten. His built was lean but muscular. If only he was standing in light, I would see his skin and the colour of his eyes. His T-shirt was ripped by my abuse, though there was no scratch. This picture is pasted in my mind for eternity, I know it.

He killed Charles.

That was enough reminder for me to be on track and kill him. I lunged at him for the second time but he caught me and moved from his place with his speed. I growled and turned back to him and saw him smirking.

He's going to die a torturous death.

"Tsk. C'mon, let's talk beautiful. Tell me, what's your name?" he said.

He's going to burn!

"I apologise for that. The thing is, I don't like people to touch what's mine." he said pointing towards Charles. He really didn't meant that sorry.

I'm going to pour acid on him multiple times then dump him in active volcano.

He was just about to say something else but didn't saw my sister breaking his hand and then another hand and then his leg. I smirked as I watch her assault him. She caught him completely off-guard and took her chances. I forgot she can be raging bitch when she wants to.

"You are going to die for that!" my sister screamed at him while he looked pained. I got up to my feet and stride to him. I watched as he crouched down because his legs were broken. I stood up to him. Craning his neck, he watched me with a disgusting grin. His teeth were covered in blood. I don't know whose, Charles or his. I pressed my leg to his broken one just to show him I wasn't going to be easy.

"Scar... Bring chains and wolfsbane." my sister choked out. I looked at her with a sympathetic glance.

"Break his legs, let them heal, break them again." I said angrily.

"Scar!" he said excitedly. "Scarlett!"

I snapped my fangs at him and snarled.

"My friend mentioned a new vampire in the town today." he informed. "How was jail?"

I froze.

His friend. Jail. Today. Bryan.

"That vampire!" I said with my teeth clenched. My jaw was set so tight I was afraid I'm going to loose my teeth.

I turned my back on him and entered the house in search for wolfsbane and chain. The chain was for the killer and wolfsbane... It was for Charles. Wolfs were covered in wolfsbane just when they dies. So that the herb triggers the wolf form and changes to fur. They are buried in their fur as a tribute to their wolf form.

Charles kept this wolfsbane just like any other wolf, just in case...

I exit the house with the herb and chains in my hand but there were two bodies on the ground. It wasn't the killer's body, it was my sister's.

"No. No. No! Ver!" I screamed dropping everything from my hand and in a flash I was by her side holding her close to me. Her chest was not ripped open, so the heart wasn't gone. She's alive. "Oh.. Oh thank god! Oh my... Ver..." I panted. I know I could live without a breath in my lungs but this was pain.

He snapped her neck.

I picked her up and sat her down on the couch after entering the house. I stared at her lifeless body, "I'm going to make him pay, sister. I swear, it won't be easy." I whispered a promise then turned back to say goodbye to Charles.

-

Later that night, Ver woke up with anger running through her body but it soon turned to grief. She cried on my shoulder for an hour. I had a hard time consoling her but she soon calmed down. She promised to get revenge for Charles as did I. I buried Charles before anyone knew it. He wanted this, no crying while his body was rotting every minute. Ver called his parents and informed them and I didn't wanted to know how they took the news. Because, who am I kidding? It was my fault he was dead. My... Mate killed him. I feel disgusted even by saying him my mate.

I didn't tell Veronica who he was, because I didn't wanted to drop something like this on her head. She had enough already. I stayed up all night in the kitchen. Then I decided, I'm going to fulfil my promise. For that, I had to start with an alibi.

Bryan wiloughby.

-

"Oww! No. Bitch! That hurt." he shrieked again. I gave him a bored expression as I put the hot iron rod down.

"We're doing this for the seventh time, we won't stop even if it's seven hundred time." Ver said. She was bored too. But the iron rod was her idea. I was going to go for ripping his teeths one by one.

"And for the seventh time, I don't know what you guys are talking about." he hissed at us. This morning I freed Bryan and locked him at our house. Call it a little shift, with torture free.

"Don't act like you don't know another vampire in this town exist." I said, then raised the red hot rod and stabbed him in his hips. "Who did you talk to yesterday?"

"Man!!! What is this? Middle school? I'm getting tortured because I talked to someone without your permission? And who are you by the way?!?! My mom?" he grunted and I digged the rod in with more force.

"I can be your worst nightmare, trust me." I said pulling the rod out which was covered in blood, then I placed it in fire. "Answer the damn question!"

"There are many people! It was an officer then the cleaning lady then a new vampire the cell next door but apparently she escaped in a badass way, then there were many news people, a friend of mine..."

"That!" I shouted.

"Jeez, keep your voice down! You're a really bad or good hunter if you're doing this on purpose." he said while trying to cover his ears with his shoulders. Oh, his hands and legs were tied in iron chains. He doesn't remember me and I don't want him to get to know us. At least not veronica.

"That friend of yours, who's he?" Veronica demanded.

"He's— wait, how do you know if it's a he?" he asked. I raised the rod from the fire and stabbed him in the thigh. "Arggghh"

"That's right. We're in charge here." Veronica said.

"You keep your nose out of our business or I won't hesitate to cut it off." I threatened. I saw him visibly gulp.

"Umm... Hmphm."

I threw him a confused look, "What was that?"

He cocked his head down his lap then I realised that I dug the rod deep down that I started to feel the bones. I pulled out the rod then set it in fire again. His eyes were wide and full of fear. He looked back at veronica with pleading eyes but she looked away.

"I'm just so lucky, aren't I?" he mumbled.

"Your friend." I demanded.

"He's dead once I get my hands on him. Tell me, what has he done now."

"He's dead once I get my hands on him." I snapped. "And you're dead too if you don't get to the fucking point!"

I pulled out the rod and stabbed him in the foot.

"Aarrgghhh!" he panted. "You're going to kill him. He's my friend. Are you really that dumb to that you don't know the bro code!?"

And just for that I pushed the rod in deeper.

"You want deeper?" Veronica whispered in a sultry voice. The shocked look he threw at her made me a bit confused.

"Umm. . . No I'm good." he cleared his throat. I looked at veronica, she looked on edge.

Ughh. Please tell me it's not what I think it is.

"What?" she asked. I just rolled my eyes at her obliviousness.

"Do you want me to give you a moment." I asked in a calm voice.

"No." she retort. "Just let this get over with." she did the helpless hands waving thing. I shrugged then went back to see him. He's eyes clenched shut and his jaw locked.

Oh right the rod. Forgot. Again.

"Oh, thank god." he relieved.

"No. Thank me." I said. "Now, if you don't say everything you have on your buddy... Let's just say how's your sister doing?" I smirked. His eyes widened in recognition then fear then anger.

"No! You don't do that! Leave her out of this or so help me god!" he looked full of rage and hot. Okay I shouldn't be talking about my sisters mate like this.

I looked at veronica, she was looking at him in awe.

We're so fucked.

Like mentally...

"Now that's a vampire! I almost thought you were lying." I said in approval.

"Oh! Shut up. Just let me out of these and you will know what I am and how I am." he threatened.

Why didn't he do that before then?

However I did not questioned him. His anger must be the trigger to his vampirism.

"You tell us everything about your friend and you will go unharmed. You and your sister." my sister said. He looked at her and immediately his anger vaporised back into his playfulness.

"Sweetheart, you really wanna get rid of me?" he smirked. While my sister was not at all amused. She held the red hot metal in her hands and stabbed him in the shoulder.

"You have no idea." she hissed. And flipped her brown hair.

Looks like we both have some mate problems.

I went back to Bryan who was again hissing in pain. "Look, that friend of yours killed someone close to us, we just want to return the favour, you know. It would be rude not to."

"Well I think killing my friend would be rude." he snapped at me then turned to my sister. "Close, she says?"

In reply my sister stabbed deeper while he shook in pain. It really does looks painful.

"Your sisters name is Ella, she's a vampire too, living with his boyfriend, occasionally visits you, her boyfriend is also your buddy... Should I check up on them?" I asked innocently.

He froze then turned his ice cold eyes at me and said, "You lay one finger on her and I'll show you my friend. But then he would be the last person you'll see."

"Oooh. I'm frightened." I deadpanned. "Trust me, he won't get there."

Ver looked at me with confusion I pretended not to see her. She removed the metal and set it in fire. "What are you talking about?"

Did I heard accusation in her voice? "It's nothing. I just think he would've killed me when he saw me, but he didn't. So I think he won't be planning on killing me."

"Do you know him?" she asked in the same tone.

"Jeez Ver. You're saying it like I'm the one who asked him to kill Charles." I said looking straight to her blue green eyes.

"But it looks like you know something more than I do! And he said something last night!" she raised her voice.

"The point is; I want to kill him. And I plan on killing him." I said calmly with no emotion.

"Tell me what you know." she demanded.

"I know that I'm going to kill him! Is that not good enough for you, sister?!" I raised my voice. And she clamped her out shut gaping at me with hurt in her eyes. I immediately regretted.

"I didn't mean to..." I mumbled looking down at my feet. I rubbed my hands on my thighs and exhaled a hot breath. "Look, let's just get the information, because if we really want this, he needs to start talking." I said pointing at Bryan.

"He will not say anything unless you. tell. Me. The. Truth." she stood in front of me with fury.

How am I going to explain that Charles is dead because my mate is a caveman who doesn't like anyone that touches someone who's 'his'.

"It's complicated, Ver." I shook my head really hoping that she would let go.

In a flash she injured my leg which caused me loose my footing and drop to the ground on my knees. I held back.

"Scarlett, tell me." she demanded.

I sighed. "Please, let it go, sis."

"Tell me!"

"He's my mate!!"