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Paris's POV:

"Sir, we searched everywhere but we found no traces of Dylan Ainsworth," one of my newborns told me as he stood in front of my desk. I frowned a little and leaned back in my chair and looked towards Richard then before raising an eyebrow. This isn't good... Dylan is missing and the twins are with the Hunter's Association. Who knows what'll happen to them? They're too young for the HA to have any interest in them besides the fact they're Caden Ainsworth's children. I bit my bottom lip in thought before taking in a deep breath. I'll have to let Blade know we couldn't find Dylan.

"I hope nothing bad is happening to him," I muttered and looked at Richard. "He's a newborn- alone... He probably thinks his whole family is dead and he was given the burden of eternity." I just wish he would find his way here so I can help him. Richard frowned as he looked out the window then nodded.

"Call him, Paris. Ask him to check up on the twins in the HA to make sure that they're safe. He might not be able to get his hands on them... but he can at least find something out," he told me then rubbed his throat with a small wince. His eyes slowly turned towards the newborn in front of my desk before he gave a hungry growl and started for him as his fangs sharpened. He's hungry...

"Why visit when we can go there ourselves," I suggested. "Now is a good time to strike them while we're wanting to show them who is boss in this territory." He tackled my newborn to the floor and moaned as he sunk his fangs in deep, tearing out a chuck on his flesh before he started to gulp the blood down greedily. I eyed them over and frowned as I watched my newborn yelp and widen his eyes as he tried to get free from Richard. He pinned him down and gave a starved growl as he tore into his neck, his nails digging into the newborn's wrists and making him bleed. "Richard, save it for the hunters," I chuckled out. He sat up slightly and looked towards me as his eyes tinged red, the newborn's blood dripping down his chin. He gripped my newborn firmly as he watched me curiously, but as soon as my newborn squirmed, he was all over him, tearing back into him hungrily. I shivered a little as I eyed him over. When he blood binges.... he goes full out.

After my newborn's blood started to run stale, he pulled away from him and licked his lips, wiping at his chin then licking the blood off his hands with a small moan. "Hmm~ That feels so much better~"

"You've starved my poor newborn," I told him and frowned. "You could at least save it for a human... Let's go see someone," I told him and stood up. "You'll like who I have in mind." He looked towards me quickly then purred, getting to his feet and climbing onto the desk as he came for me.

"Oh?" I widened my eyes and blushed before snatching his hand and teleported us into town and started to swing our arms as I glanced around and started to pull him with me.

"Perry's bar should be ready by now. Remember the thief we gave money to?" I asked him. He nodded and was about to say something, but as soon as we passed someone, his attention was snatched away from me as he looked after her hungrily, his fangs sharpening at her scent. His hand started to loosen on mine as he slowed down like he was going to follow her. I tightened my grip on him and yanked him away from her. He widened his eyes slightly as he looked towards me then squeezed my hand as he walked with me.

"Paris," he murmured sweetly and kissed my shoulder, purring towards me already. I looked at him and purred before wrapping my arms around him quickly. He nuzzled his head against my chest then leaned in towards my neck, kissing it before he started to suck on my earlobe. I gasped and pushed him back slightly.

"Richard," I snapped. "We're doing something," I reminded him. He looked me in the eyes then smirked playfully as he put his hands in his pockets.

"Perry, right?" He asked me then started to walk down the street. "I think it's this way." I followed after him quickly.

"Okay," I mumbled.

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