(Book 1) Phoenix Blood:

CHAPTER - 5

      I can feel Logan's right hand around my throat squeezing it slightly, almost like he's reluctant to hurt me more than he already has. There seems to be conflicting mannerisms in his actions tonight that I can't ponder right now. I need to focus on getting out of whatever this is.
       His left arm tightens it's hold on my waist bring me backwards so that I am completely pressed up against him. His chest feels like it's as hard as stone. His icy breathe washes over the skin of my neck. This causes goosebumps to appear upon my flesh and the hair on the back of my neck to rise for the third time tonight.
       It almost feels like he is waiting for something or for someone. By the way his breath is washing over my neck, I can assume that he is looking in the direction of the tree line. That alone tells me that he is waiting for someone. Most likely, he is waiting for Joseph, possibly even Jack. That's the two people that pops up at the top of my head when it comes to who Logan could be waiting for right now.
       Am I supposed to be a part of a plan to emotionally harm Joseph or am I just the bait to lore Joseph to this meadow, like a fish being lored to a hook with a worm? What makes Logan hate Joseph so much that he would want to harm me, someone Joseph holds dear outside their family? What happened in their family that makes these brothers fight this way? Not even my two brothers and I fight like this. This is going way beyond a sibling rivalry. What could Logan be hoping to achieve by doing this? Nothing good could come from this, could it? Surely nothing that would condone the hurting of someone. It must be something quite valuable if Logan's trying to gain it this way. I only believe that trying to gain whatever it is he's trying to gain that it won't end well.
        "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard." ,I yell at him my voice full of anger and my saliva flying into the air, "I won't be some tool for you to use in order to hurt your brother, Joseph. I don't understand why you seem to hate Joseph so much but why don't you just get over it already? He's your youngest little brother for crying out loud."

      So Taylor doesn't know what me and my family are? You would think that Joseph and Jack would have already brought her into the fold and sworn her to secretive at this point from the amount of time that the two of them spend time with her? At the same time though it kind of makes sense. They wanted to protect her from our world, but there will be no point in protecting her from our world after tonight because after tonight she's going to be part of our world. A world that hides in the shadows.
        I think this as I pull Taylor closer to me by tightening my left arm around her slim waist, letting out an evil chuckle. She is the bait that will lore Joseph and Jack to this meadow like a worm on a hook loring in a fish and then the real fun can begin.

      Logan just let's out an evil chuckle, the sound reaching my left ear directly. It makes my skin crawl, the way that he chuckles. It's so cold and unfriendly, sharp as the edge of a dagger and as cold as ice. It sends a shiver down my spine.
        I feel something long and wet make it's way over the skin of my neck and I can't help but shudder. I quickly realize that it is Logan's tongue that has touched the skin of my neck. I am instantly repulsed by the feeling.
       "Such a delightful taste you have, little lady. It's almost mouthwatering like freshly picked strawberries.", Logan says as he trails his tongue from the area just below my left ear, all the way down to crock of my neck leaving behind a trail of saliva in its wake that has me wanting to cringe," It's a wonder that those two idiot brothers of mine that you hang out with haven't taken a taste of you themselves especially since their scents linger on your clothes. You must spend a good amount of time with those two and they must care about you deeply. Unfortunately for them and my six other brothers, after tonight even if they want to they'll no longer be able to do so because after tonight you won't have the same mouthwatering taste about you."
         He seems to be taking great pleasure in both seeing me and feeling me trying to break free from his grasp. His grip on me is like the grip of a vice.
        I am beginning to get the feeling that he is not human because of the strength of his hold on me that makes it impossible to break free from.
       If he isn't human than that means that Jack and Joseph aren't either? Should this be true,then can I really trust the two of them like I have been doing? If they aren't human then what are they? Are they some sort of creature that one should only be able to find in legends of old? Can they be trusted or should I forsaken our friendship for my own safety? Either way I feel a weight weighing heavily on my slim shoulders. The question that remains is what am I going to do if I manage to survive whatever this is?
        I feel that there is more going on than I know about and I highly doubt that I want to be a part of whatever it is that is going on with the brothers but it seems like I am about to be given no choice about being a part of whatever is going on between the brothers. I won't go down without a fight though.
      Suddenly his head pulls away from my neck and I no longer feel his breath on my skin or the sickening feeling of his tongue. Out of the corner of my eye I see his wife tense as if she is readying herself for some sort of attack, but the evil smirk on her face does not fall away. Attack from something standing in the tree line. Without the lamp my eyesight is only half as good as it is in the daylight hours so I can only see so much in front of me right now.
      I barely make out a flash of a gold and red cloak and the gleam of silver thread to another one under the light of the moon. I know without a doubt that it is Joseph and Jack, but I get the feeling that they are not on their own. There's someone with them. Someone that I don't know. The question that remains is it some that I can trust with my life.