Kidnapped.

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Aaron got up and laughed.
"Did you really a stake could kill an original?"
The brothers were confused. A splint of wood to the heart would kill any vampire. So they thought.
"The only way to kill an original is to reverse the spell it was turned into in the first place. You see, all original vampires were turned by a witch." He smirked. 
"Correct." A voice sounded from behind them. It was Neiva.
Aaron rolled his eyes.
"Hello sister." He said crossing his arms and scowling.
"Don't give me attitude." She snarled and pushed past him to see Grayson.
She put her arms around his waist and kissed him.
"Ugh." Aaron grimaced.
"Bite me." Neiva growled showing her fangs.
After a lot of persuasion, Aaron finally left them alone. They went out into the hills as dusk fell and raced each other to the top of the hill. They could see people from far away looking tasty. Each of them went down and feasted on various different people's blood. Blood dripping down their chins as they wandered back in the direction of home. It was pitch black now and the only thing that could be seen were the bright lights of the city.
Ethan lay back on the grass and closed his eyes. He was listening intently for the different noises.
Grayson was lying down with Neiva and relaxing. But all of a sudden they could hear a growling from in the bushes. It made their ears twitch as they craned their heads to see what the noise was.
There stood a great beast with its back hunched and it's red with blood.
"A...a...werewolf."
Grayson said under his breath.
He silently stood up and, still shaking, grabbed for Neiva's hand.
But she was no where to be seen or heard. The werewolf edged closer to them still snarling. And Ethan looked around for Neiva. He closed his eyes and set his mind to listen for any noise at all.
A mumbling came from over the hill he could only just make out what what they were saying.
         "We'll take her to the boss. He'll                           be happy."
"Theres no time to deal with him right now we have to follow the voices. I think they have Neiva."

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