Mark's view:

"Sweetheart, please say something," mum whispers as she rubs my back with her hand. 

I say nothing but cry into my pillow, soaking it.

"Sweetheart, it will be ok, we are here for you and we will help any way we can. Are you going to hunt tonight?"

I shake my head against the pillow.

"Sweetheart, you need to drink something, it is not good to starve yourself. You are weak, I can feel your energy. Come with me and we can hunt."

"How can you know my energy levels? I'm fine, I will live. I need to go find Isabella. No time to hunt."

"Listen here young man, you will NOT be starving yourself, you need to feed."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

"You are my son and I will worry. If you aren't going to hunt, then you can either drink from your bottle or feed off me or your father."

"I ain't doing either!" I yell, sitting on my knees immediately.

"Tough luck, mother is right," my brother says as he comes over and sits next to me.

"My point stands," I say, staring down at my legs.

"Hey, don't be like that. You are gonna top me in stubbornness and we don't want that do we? I'll give you two options myself, feel sorry for yourself or be good and feed."

"I ain't going hunting for fuck sakes."

"You've fed off me once and I'll allow you to do so again."

"Just get my bottle and fuck off."

"Feisty little one."

"I ain't little."

"Oki," he says before he disappears and reappears with a bottle in his hand. "Look, for what it's worth, I want to help find her. I'll make that motherfucker pay if I have to."

I nod, taking my bottle from him as I sit there. "Can I be left alone for a bit?"

My mum and brother nod, a forced smile equipt on their face. I watch them leave my room, closing the door behind them. I look down at my bottle, swirling its contents before I take a sip and put it down onto my bedside table. 

Blood is like wine, blood is life, survival for life. I need to find her; I need her back.

I spend a small while thinking, barely touching my drink - blood - and staring at the wall. 

How can I find her? Where is she? Why would they take her? I need to find her, sooner or later.

I try to think of ways to find her, each coming to a dead end. After an hour, darkness surrounds my vision and I fall asleep. 

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Once I wake up, the sun is setting, a beautiful red-orange hue surrounding the horizons, clouds barely covering the sky, indicating it is nearly the end of the day. I rub away the tiredness in my eyes as I look around my room, then spot the clock on my wall - 5:20 pm.

"Huh? It's the next day already? How long have I been asleep for?" I mumble, rubbing my head as it throbs. 

"Fifteen hours," Vamp replies. "We were starting to worry about you."

"I'm fine," I lied.

"I guess you needed the rest."

"I really didn't but thanks."

"Mum thought something was wrong when you didn't wake up earlier."

"We're vampires, aren't we meant to sleep during the day?"

"Um, you are forgetting one thing. You rarely sleep during the day."

"I do sometimes."

"Not always."

"Fine."

I sit there for a while, watching as Vamp leaves my room, then I decide to get up and grab my phone from the backpack I had with me yesterday. 

I sat back into my coffin and switch my phone on. I scroll through the series of missed calls and messages.

2 missed calls mum

3 missed calls Falcon

2 missed calls Josh

3 missed calls dad

1 missed call Collin

18 missed calls Britany

1 missed call Aunty Beth.

As soon as I see Britany's missed call, I instantly switch to checking the messages I missed during my sleeping haze. 

10:05 pm: Mark, are you ok? You haven't answered my calls - Falcon.

10:06 pm: Mark, this isn't funny. Speak to me. - Falcon

10:42 pm: Marky? Are you ok? You didn't answer my calls at all, please call me when you see this. - Britany.

Oh god! Even in my messages, she is annoying. 

10:52 pm: Mate, I ain't gonna push you to talk to me since you probably want to be alone but answer one of us! - Josh

11:08 pm: Son, are you ok? Your mother is worried, you have not answered her calls and mine. Your mother and I are here at home if you want to talk. - Dad

12:30 am: Mark! I swear to the fucken lord I am gonna hunt for you if I have to. Where the hell are you? - Falcon

9 am: Mark, you have 12 hours to reply to me or else I'm going to go after you and find you. I don't care what it takes, I will skin you alive if I gotta! - Falcon.

5:45 pm - me to Falcon: Look, I am fine, can you all stop worrying now? Isabella went missing and well, I was trying to see if I can find her. I'm going to continue my quest to find her soon enough. 

5:46 pm: Falcon to me - Mark, you need to feed if you haven't, We'll help you find her if you want. 

5:46 pm: Don't worry, you boys don't have to do anything. I'll be flying solo. 

After I send my last message to Falcon, I quickly call Ethan. The phone only rings one time before he picks up.

"Hello?" he asks, his voice raspy.

"Hey, remember me?" I reply cheerfully.

"Yeah, how are you doing?"

"I mean, could be better Mate. How are you? Hope you are ok?"

"Yeah. I could be better as well. Mum's surgery is creeping closer."

"Hope her surgery goes well, I need to talk to you about Isabella."

"Issie? What about her? Is she ok?"

"Oh, she is... Alright, I can't lie about this. She is missing."

"How?! Where?!"

"I'm going to explain and if you interrupt you can kiss your chances of knowing what I know goodbye, got it?"

"Yes. Tell me already!"

"Ok, so after you went home, Isabella's parents, and I decided to surprise Isabella with dinner at Eternities. Long story short, we were eating and well there was an altercation outside our booth between two males. Isabella mentioned something about a Mitch guy and went to sort it out. Next thing we know, she is gone."

"Mitch? The Mitch?"

"Yeah? Why? What about Mitch?"

"Where can we meet so I can explain everything to you?"

"How about we meet at yours in thirty minutes? Just send me the address."

"Ok, sounds good. See you in thirty."

"See you," I say and then hang up the phone, switching it off.

Ok, time to shower and get ready to leave.

I rummage through my drawers and pull out a red towel, black skinny jeans and a black button-up shirt, as well as a clean pair of boxers, then make my way over to the bathroom. 

I drop the towel and clothing on the rail next to the door, then drop my dirty clothing into the wash basket. I turn the taps to the shower; the water turning cold-warm as I step inside.

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As I finish my shower and get dressed, I exit the bathroom to find mum sitting on my bed.

"Hey sweetheart, are you ok?" she asks.

"I'm fine, I'm going out so I won't be back till later," I state as I walk out of my bedroom to avoid any conversation.

I hear mum mumble something as I leave, but I already get in my car and drive off. 

I put Ethan's address into the GPS and follow the instructions until I reach a house in the higher end of town. This house is a three stories high with bricks painted white with a matching outer fence, red-tiled roof and a large front yard with various plants and seating areas. 

I park my car to the curb and get out, the alarm of my car chirping twice as I just stand there staring at the house. After a couple of seconds, I snap my mind back to reality as I enter the house and press the doorbell.

As I wait, I stand there and observe the front porch. Its mahogany flooring complimented by the small swinging sofa and potted plants. A welcome mat outside of the grey door, two white posts on either side of the porch. 

Just as I was admiring the view from the porch, the door opens and Ethan is standing there in a loose shirt and joggers, his face screaming tired with dark bags under his eyes and slouched stance. 

"Hey, Mark! Come in, great to see you here already," Ethan murmurs as he rubs his eyes and holds the door open.

"Thank you, I tried to get here as soon as possible Mate. Have you been crying?" I say with a brief smiling. 

"No, not really, but you certainly have. Look at your eyes," Ethan says with a chuckle. 

"I'm fine, really," I say with a forced smile as I enter the house.

"Sorry, the place is such a mess. I should have cleaned up."

"Don't worry, I don't mind at all. Plus, it's not messy at all."

"There are clothes around here and in my room that shouldn't even be around so I was supposed to clean."

"Where are your parents?"

"Mum's at the hospital and dad's with her."

"You should be with them."

"Nah, I just got back from the hospital. Don't think I can handle being in there a moment longer. Come, my rooms upstairs!"

I nod and take a quick glance around before following Ethan up the staircase. The walls are painted white with matching leather recliners in the living room. The flooring is the same mahogany wooden floorboards as the porch. A grey square rug lays under all three of the sofas and the glass coffee table between the couches. A fireplace greets upon entry. 

The staircase is wooden with a white hall runner, Ethan walks ahead of me, the stairs seeming to get longer within each step. 

"Are we nearly up yet?" I ask.

"No, we are still on the second floor, mine at the end of these stairs," Ethen replies. 

"Wait, there was no door to the second floor though."

"The door is hidden and so is the third floor. The house is fitted to only let myself, mother, father or my sister open the floors."

"Wow, that is handy then. I guess no one can break in and escape nor enter."

"Yeah, it can be handy. Not so much when you are home tired."

"Yeah, guess so."

As we walk up the stairs, we nearly reach the end until Ethan places his index finger against the wall and a door-like space opens up revealing a hallway. This hallway is painted royal blue with white skirting and a matching hall runner. Family portraits are framed along the wall, a black flush mount chandelier dangles from the ceiling. 

We walk down the hallways and reach a room at the end.

"This is my room, I love this end of the house," Ethan states with a grin. 

"Well, come on then. Let's go inside," I urge. 

Ethan opens the door and runs inside, instantly jumping on his bed with a thud. As I enter, his room is just as dark as mine, with a king-sized bed which had a black backboard and navy sheets with matching bedside tables and a lamp on each. The wooden floors followed into his room with a massive grey rub covering most of it. Wall decor alone one side of the room with a mirror along the other side of the room. A grey loveseat in one corner of the room, but no wardrobes.

Where are the wardrobes? 

"Come," Ethan says as he pats the bed in front of him. 

I nod and sit on the bed in front of him. 

"So Isabella got kidnapped by Mitch?"

"Yeah, I should've done something. I should've followed her when she went to talk to him."

"Nah, there was no way you would have known he was going to kidnap her. I need to tell you more about Mitch."

"Please enlighten me about this asshole."

"Well, let's see. First things first is he is obsessive and a spoilt brat. He fell for Isabella, but she never fell for him. He asked her out multiple times, and she always told him no. Isabella moved, and he became miserable and vowed to find her. I never thought he would do something this stupid."

"My point stands, he is an asshole."

"Oh, and another thing, he owns an empire."

"What!? How?"

"His dad was rich and owned a building which was his empire and now that he is dead Mitch inherited it. When he got his hands on the business, he grew it and named it Mitch's Empire or something. I can't remember the exact name of his company and I couldn't care less."

"So he's a spoilt brat who thinks just because he inherits a company from his father he can have whatever and whoever he wants?"

"Probably."

"I'll get him. I'll get him good. Oh, he is gonna wish his mother didn't birth him." I clench my fists, biting down on my tongue. 

"That is if I don't get to him first."

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