𝓥𝓸𝓵𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓲 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓮 • 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 4 - 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬 𝓐𝓽𝓽𝓪𝓬𝓴

Tears stream down her face. The young girl was faced with reality and had to accept the truth. She was surrounded with immortal vampires. All the proof was in front of her. The man or vampire, was torn from limb to limb by the two "kings" as the one holding her snarled and clamped it's teeth at the dead guy. As she watched the vampire get brutally torn apart, flashbacks started portraying in her mind. Causing her to go emotionless.

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"I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean to knock over the juice." As the little tiny seven year old clutched her teddy bear, she looked at the enraged man in front of her. The little lady had a midnight blue nightgown that went all the way down to her ankles with nice white painted toe nails. A pink ribbon was neatly tied into a bow for her long ponytail.The man she called father lifted his calloused hand and pulled it back as far as he can. He whipped it hard forward and it collided with the little girl's cheek. Making her head swing to the side and causing her to lose her balance and fall to the floor. A scream came from the girl and she started crying while clutching her cheek.

The man snarled nastily and started spiting out harsh words at the younger girl, slurring his words in the process. The younger girl curled up in a ball and started rubbing her finger tips on her nicely white gelled fingernails. The more she kept doing it the more her brain and thoughts became calmer. Wishing her mama would come running through the house doors coming to save her but she never came. Mama never came home.

"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD!" Then not a second later a hard punch swiftly meet her skull and all she saw was black.

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Without Hazel realizing it, she was rubbing her pink gelled finger nails and was curled up in a ball in the man's arms. The man was so caught up in his anger he didn't notice his distressed mate. As he held her in his arms snarling, he and the brothers were speaking harsh words in Italian using their vampire speed. It was unrecognisable for Hazel to understand but she wasn't paying attention anyway. Her breathing picked up and the brothers still didn't notice.

"That lunatic!"

"Complete asshole!"

"We shouldn't kill him! Let's keep him alive and tournament him for centuries brothers!"

By this time Hazel's chest was heaving up and down hard. She was struggling for air, and panic filled her. Goddam she was trying not to have an attack but she couldn't help it. Her stress reliever wasn't with her and she hasn't used for a day.

It was getting out of control and she was practically gasping for air. She felt as if someone was stopping her form receiving her daily dose of air. And she hated it. The brothers felt off and snapped their heads to their mate. Marcus looked down and his snarl was wiped clear off his face and panic filled his heart.

His mate was struggling and he didn't know what to do. Are and Cauis were the same as Marcus and replaced the anger with fear. Speeding to their mate they tried to help her but nothing was working. It got so bad she faded in and out of consciences.

"Alec! Now!" And everything went black. Hazel's last thought was, "Welp. What a nice day in Italy. Am I right?"