The Rogue and The Brotherhood

Chapter 4

With a growl in response to the interruption Henry removed his fangs from Isa’s vein he did not bother to close the wound because the first time he had done so, a line had almost been crossed so licking was off limits on both sides. Scooping up the kid once again the large warrior obediently went after both Demal and Saint knowing that he was no doubt in for it because he brought the chick back in worse condition than she left. As the males helped the female into the large bed and proceeded to remove the knife from her side and patch her up Henry could only grin at how fierce the little female was. Not that he was into that, sure he needed a female to pop his ego when he began to tell the world how awesome he was but he liked his females soft and even better when they stroked his ego and made him feel like a king. Big strong daddy brings home bacon shit. Saint though. He would drink with, eat with and of course go on a killing spree with.

As the female rested Henry glared at the servant who reached up to take the baby. Of course she was only following orders but still! Way to put a male in a vise. As the baby was taken care of Henry lazily rolled his head to give Damal his full attention….sort of. “D. First of all don’t get your thong so small. Secondly she had back up, me, ok? I didn’t see any of these other pansies who signed up for this Brotherhood step up to the plate. I’m sure you know as much as I do Saint would have went all on her own true? So in hind sight this whole thing could have gone down a whole hell of a lot worse, you dig?”

Of course though the male had a point he still got the classic Damal stare down and was ordered to the office or how he called it jail with a nice ass desk. “What the hell do you want? She just needs blood and she will be right as a golden rim. She is alive aint she?” Damal sighed. "Her blood is different, Henry. She is fighting for a purpose thats making her own problems worse..." He sighed as he sat down. "Her rage is getting the best of her..."

"How is her blood any different than mine D? As far as I'm concerned I had her back, and if anyone can butt heads with an ego-maniac it's me. So do me a favor and say 'gee thanks Henry for bringing the chick back alive' or shove a glock up your ass and pull the trigger."

Hours passed when Saint woke up. She held her head. Damn, what a hangover. She spotted her servant with the baby she saved, and quietly went to the restroom. She spotted a dress and twitched her nose. Damal... What are you up to now?

She sighed as her servant helped her zip the dress up. She grunted in disgust, sighing a moment. "Why are you so defiant? This dress is sexy. You look sexy in it"

"Why did the party have to be tonight?"

"Ask Damal" he said. She sighed as she set her locks out of the ponytail, sprayed perfume, and slid on heels. She sighed as she let him go ahead, then her. She had to talk to Damal, so she headed towards this office. She stepped in, stopping Damal mid-sentence. "Damal, why am I wearing this dress?" The door opened and Henry glanced over his shoulder to see Saint, only he did a double take. Sure the female sounded like the hard ass but the bangable beauty in his line of sight was not the same female who slaughtered half an army with just her fangs.

Damal smiled. "the party with the vampires... Damn, you look ... Not you" he laughed. Saint sighed and looked to Henry, whose eyes were wide. "say something, or I'll slay you" she said begrudgingly When she ordered him he snorted, like the animal Damal always claimed he was. "Something princess." He added with a smirk before standing straight and making his way toward the door, "Don't worry. I, Henry, Son of Rhage, will make an appearance to make dear ol' daddy proud." He left without a word then continued to the room he normally crashed in whenever Damal needed him over night.

Isabella turned her head toward the door as it opened, only to be surprised that it was Henry rather than yet another servant with hopes of helping her. "You always did dress the best for these things." He said with a classic half smile.

"I wish only to keep up the façade so that they will leave me in peace." Damal smirked as Saint sent out an aggravated moan. "With that word... Damn it" she said, then walked to a seat, and looked at Damal. "Why, Damal, you have succeeded in getting me into a dress. Now, do I really have to wear this to meet the first generation Brotherhood? I'd rather wear my battle gear" she complained. Damal chuckled. "We are going to meet them. If they ask just say you'll change" he said. Saint blew a lock from her face and chuckled.

When the bell rang, she looked to Damal. "Let's get a move on..."

The entire gang walked in with their wives... Wrath, Rhage, Zsadist, Vishious, Phury, and the rest had came in, just quietly building the room with conversation. Saint silently walked around, keeping her eyes on people that impregnated the entertainment room. "I don't like this many people here" she sighed

She saw Henry with his father, and envied him. He's lucky. He had a family... She had no choice but to sigh. She then wished her father was here...

Damal sat next to her. "You ok?"

"I dunno" she said as she watched the crowd.
Damal saw her sadness and sighed. "missing your family, huh"

Saint scrunched her face up. "Gee, how'd you guess" she asked sarcastically.
Damal chuckled. her tough façade was always funny.

She then waked to the scribe, nodding to her. "Ill need to talk to you" she said silently. She walked out the entertainment room, waiting on her

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'Ah, home sweet home,' Sabine thought to herself, but was that really how she thought of it? The Brotherhood had been her second home, the first being her home country of France, however she didn't know much of that past anymore. Her age, since she had lost track of time, she didn't know. She was old. Very old.

She walked through the doorway, slinging her back pack over her shoulder. Was she the toughest of her kind? That she could confidently say no, but she was stronger than most. Looking at her, you'd think she was just a normal human girl. Pale with red hair, icy blue eyes, and a fit figure. Of course, that wasn't the case, but she usually kept to herself and those she trusted.

Sounded like she trusted a lot more people than normal. She was finally back home from visiting the place of her birth, both as human and vampire, though she never knew the one who created her. He left her to fend for herself with the knowledge that she possessed from hearing the tales of the undead. All she heard was noise. Chattering, laughing, music, noise. In a black, form-fitting sweater that hung off her shoulders, jeans, and open toed platform heels, she could tell that this was not the proper dress for this occasion. 'What day is it?' she thought to herself and why didn't she remember this being planned?

She tried to quickly make her way to her room without being noticed. A hard task, but this place was large enough for her to sneak about avoiding glances, but if she remembered correctly, she was the only one with red hair around here. She sighed. This upsetting moment was too much to bear. She sighed as she sat down.... But felt uneasy. Something was up...

Her heels clacked as she walked into the quieter hallways, grabbing onto a sword and kept her eyes ahead. She smelled the rooms... No problem there. So they weren't in the house... If they weren't, where were they?

She was about to turn to go back down the hallway, and caught of faint scent.... Of baby's breath. She turned slowly and went to the window. One smell... Baby's breath. Right on the windowsill. She growled and speed her stride down the hall, just to miss a dagger by mere inches. She back flipped away, feeling the dagger slice her dress. She growled, her putting her sword before her, looking up at him from her crouching position. "Pale skin..." She growled. This one had no sense of humanity. She growled as she attacked.

As the party eerily quieted, Damal looked around. "Where's Saint?"

As soon as he asked that, Saint and the pale skin flew into the room, her throwing him off her. She yelled, decapitating him. She huffed, then looked to the party. "What are you starting at? There's a whole army of them outside and your standing there" she was panting, running out and going to the door. She could do it alone, she didn't care. No one was dying today