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Viper

Viper's hands were balled up into fists as she listened to Emmanuel. She hated this decision, she hated that he didn't consult her first, and she hated that it wasn't up for disscussion. But he was the alpha and she had to listen to him. She respected him and she would respect his decisions as alpha. Even if she thought he was wrong. But right now, she didn't want to listen anymore. Viper bit her toungue and walked away from the pack meeting.

She couldn't think straight. Humans that could kill them? She knew that humans have done it before, but she didn't think there was more than a handful of them. It was hard for her to wrap her mind around it, but she eventually would have to accept it. She sat down in a chair and rubbed her temples. 'He could have at least told me.' she thought. 'That would have been nice.'

Viper sat up straight and took a deep sigh. "This will be fun." She said sarcastically. "Shit. Shit. Shit." She repeated the word over and over until she felt somewhat better.
Then, she made a mental list of the vampires she would have to try really hard not to kill. All of them. Specifically Aurora and her asshole of a second-in-command, Julien. Seriously, she hated that guy. He thought he was so suave. A sexy vampire? Really creative.

Morgan and Erik

Erik had moved his sister so that they were both sitting on the couch. They would be going with the vampires to live with the werewolves. Though he hated to admit it, the twins needed some protection. But more than that, Erik wanted to kill some of these humans. Though he wasn't sure of it, he had a feeling their ancestors had something to do with the witch trials. It would make sense. He closed his eyes and thought of his parents. They would finally be avenged.

Morgan had stopped crying, though she rested her head rested against her brother's shoulder. Her eyes were red and she looked like a bit of a mess. Her stomach was swirling with anger and sadness. "Erik?" She whispered. "Yeah?" He responded. "Do you think they killed mom and dad?" Erik took a deep breath and nodded. "I think they may have. If they hate paranormals, the witch trials would have their names written all over it." Morgan moved closer to Erik.

"Why do they hate us, Erik? It's not like we chose to be Warlocks." Morgan sounded like a little girl, a very strange occurance. It seemed as if her bitchy front had melted away, revealing the vulnerable child underneath. Erik shrugged. "You can never be sure why people do what they do. I think it's because they don't understand us." Morgan sighed. Her once-lover's face kept flashing in front of her face. "They keep ruining our lives. First, they took out parents, then they took my love. Will they try to take us away from each other?"

Erik smiled softly at his sister and took her hand in his. "Listen. We'll never be apart. You're my only family left and I don't think I'd make it another day without you. I mean, life would be unbearable without a familiar face everday." Morgan smiled weakly. "I love you Erik. I'm sorry about what I said. I guess I just get made that people like you better. They always have." Erik gave a devilish smile. "Do you want to tell you why?" Morgan raised an eyebrow. "Because I act like a bitch. You always tell me." Erik nodded. "That's right. People would like you better if you started caring about more than youself."

Erik waited for a response, but it didn't come. He looked at Morgan to discover she had fallen asleep. "Cute." He said with a smile and he wrapped one of his arms around her.