Daylight\\A.I. & C.H.

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"Luke, you're breathing so fucking loud, shut up," Michael gripes.

"Why don't both of you shut the fuck up," Calum whisper yells.

"Why are we so far away from the clearing?" Luke asks, readjusting in his squatted position.

"So he can't hear our heart beats, now shut the fuck up," Calum sneers between his teeth.

"Chill," Ashton whispers, almost inaudibly as he rests his hand on Calum's shoulders, feeling his pent up energy vibrating in his muscles.

Ashton sympathizes; knowing this moment of their plan is going to be the hardest.

The ladies are going to lure Neb to the clearing, masking their emotions to deceive him by pretending they are willing to finally be his Brides. They want the guys to catch him off guard, so they will have to allow him time to begin his process of taking Prana from the Vampyress's, for the Betrothal Ritual. Both Ashton and Calum sick at the idea of watching what that might entail.

Veronica is certain he will want blood and be willing to do the ritual alone out in the open under the light of the moon. She warned them sternly to not get emotional and to wait for her signal, which would be a beaconing wave. Her eyes welled with severity as she begged them to promise to wait for her mark.

"There they are," Michael whispers, pointing and everyone looks.

Sure enough, Claire and Veronica walk through the tall grass, leading the way with Neb in tow. He is a short Vampyre; taller than the Vampyress's but shorter than the four six foot plus Australians hiding in the thicketed forest. Although, short in stature compared to them, he is burly with broad, wide shoulders and matching thick arms. His blonde hair shines in the moon as he and the ladies arrive in the clearing, stopping finally.

The guys watch as Neb crosses his arms, listening to whatever Veronica is telling him, a smirk crossing his face before he places a hand on each of their shoulders. Ashton's jaw clenches as Calum releases a deep exhale through his nose, the sight of Neb touching them infuriating him. Michael reaches over and places a hand on Calum's shoulder, willing him to find peace and endurance for the next several minutes to come.

Neb's hand slides up Veronica's neck grabbing her and pulling her face to his, kissing her in a rough manner. Calum's nostrils flare as his hands ball into fists and he looks away, knowing his rage will make him act irrational. Michael keeps his hand on Calum's shoulder, gripping it tightly in sympathy as they watch Claire reach out and touch Neb's shoulder. Playing her part.

Ashton's stomach clenches, reminding himself its not real as he watches Claire steal Neb's attention and Veronica stumbles back, Neb still gripping her shoulder. He releases her and grabs Claire, turning her around before pulling her back to his body. His hand sweeps her long red hair off her shoulder, exposing her small white neck. Her skin glows in the moonlight before he bends around her and latches onto her neck.

Ashton hears her gasp from their hiding place and lurches forward before stopping himself, clenching his jaw as he fumes in anger and his teeth throb in envy.

"Look away, mate," Calum grips his arm. "Don't watch."

Ashton barely hears Calum as his eyes watch Neb's every move, who reaches out to Veronica as he grips onto her tight at the base of her neck on her shoulder. He pulls her to join, pressing her body into Claire's that he continues to feed on. Veronica wraps her arms around them, her legs shaking before her head falls to Claire's shoulder.

"He's going to drain her before she can give the signal," Luke huffs in a panic.

"Be patient," Michael huffs back, his voice shaking, "She needs him to be distracted remember."