Midnight Mates

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Author's Note: So I'm working on a couple of other stories(one with GabriellaCadogan, and one without) that I like just slightly more than this book.

*GAAAAASSSSSSSP* MUTINY/???!!!!11

Lol no. I'm not abandoning any stories, it'll just be an excruciatingly painful wait between chapters. I'M SORRY. Y'know what? Write fanfiction. Watch a TV show. KEEP YO'SELVES OCCUPIED.

Also, at some point or another, I'm going to unfollow a massive amount of people. If you don't write anything, or write FNAF imagines, I don't really need to be following you, do I? I respect and love authors who are still getting the hang of the writing process(lol me) and just want feedback. Thas' cool. I'll keep following you guys. But I just can't do the thing where I follow everyone who follows me back anymore.

Oh, and one more thing. If you need an editor, you can message me(I probably won't answer right away because I suck) or you can message my dear friend growlsandgiggles. She's pretty cool.

~Onyx

*Viola's PoV*

I sighed as we drove through our old neighborhood. Alex and Vincent remained in the backseat chatting amicably, and Luke had called shotgun while I drove. A wave of nostalgia passed through me and straight into Luke. We passed by our old school, where Luke had been the subject of much teasing before he hit puberty.

A little ways down the road, past neighbor Pete's farm--where he had often chased my friends and I away from his lettuce patches like we were rabbits--was our old home, where our mother was waiting. "Our mother" is a term I use lightly. After all, she had been the one to practically disown Luke...

"Hey Luke?" I asked.

"Hm?" he replied, his gaze not moving from the window.

"We haven't seen Mama since that day..." I trailed off and waited for him to say something, but he remained silent. I sighed.

"Luke--"

"I don't want to talk about it, Viola!" Luke shouted, causing the two in the backseat to stop their conversation abruptly. I pressed my lips together in a thin line and refused to say anything else. Alex leaned forward.

"Luke? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" Luke snapped.

"Quit treating me like a baby," he added, pouting slightly.

"Only babies pout," I teased.

"I'm not pouting," he insisted, still pouting. I smiled lightly until we pulled up in front of our old home. I killed the engine, and for a few minutes, we sat in silence, until a familiar figure stepped out onto the porch.

"Remember, we're only here to find out where the seer is--"

"What makes you so sure she knows where the seer is?" Luke interrupted. I smacked him.

"Don't be stupid! ...Mama used to be one herself. If we can't get her help, we could always find out who took over her position." Luke sighed and I could see him hopelessly scramble for some sort of excuse--anything to avoid our mother. Eventually he gave in and angrily threw the door open. I followed.

I never missed the rare--for me at least-- stone cold gaze of our mother. Her eyes--simple brown, unlike the green Luke and I share with our father--were cold, despite the heat, and watched every slight movement, like a bird of prey. I loved her. I had loved her. But I couldn't love someone who could cast family aside because of a difference in DNA.