Mark's view:

"Are you bloody crazy?! No, no fucking way in hell! Do you want us to get caught or even worse, killed?! Why would you even think of this stupid ass plan!" Vienna screeches, her voice high-pitched as she jumps up from her bed, invisible steam shooting from her ears. 

"Look, hear me o-" I start, waving my hands around like a headless chicken.

"No! Oh no, you do not. As much as I adore Isabella but I can't. I have not shapeshifted in so fucking long and you are asking me to do this?!"

"Listen, I h-"

"No, shut up asshole and listen. I can't tell which of you is worse, you or Vamp. You can't just decide to do this and put me in the middle of it."

"Actually, you and vamp will be do-" 

"And have you told Vamp?"

"Not ye-"

"I ain't gonna do it!"

"But-" 

"No."

"Hear me out!"

"Nope!"

"Just hear the kid out," Vamp says from the doorframe of the room with his arms crossed, walking into the room and closes the door behind himself.  

"It's a dangerous and dumb idea."

"Hear Mark out and stop complaining."

"Look, Blade agreed on helping us with our shapeshifting abilities and re-train us. He is going to send me some images from Mitch's company so we know who to shapeshift into. Once we master this we can save Isabella," I explain, looking at them both.

"Blade? You are gonna let Blade help us? Him out of all people!"

"Yeah, why?"

"He's a shape-shifting demon. Him and I just never get along too well."

"Well, that's on you two, you both are adults so I am sure you can handle this like one. You both have to get along till all of this is over."

"Easier said than done. I wish it was that simple but whatever."

"Look, Vamp, you have a bad temper. That's why not many people get along with you," Vienna says bluntly, her arms crossed. 

"I have a temper? Me?" Vamp chokes, his eyebrow raised.

"Yes, I've known you long enough to know you do have one, don't lie and say you ain't got one. Don't forget who is older."

"Well, I don't have one."

"Hey, you two! Are you children gonna argue all day? Cause I feel a migraine coming along!" I yell while rubbing my temples. 

"You talk like you are the adult here. Whose meant to be the older siblings here?" Vamp states, crossing his arms.

"Obviously not you," I say as I walk out of the room and down the stairs.

As I pace around the living room, a bright blinding glow comes from the corner of the room. As I look up I see Ethan and his white suit with wings appear in front of me. 

"Hey," I greet, forcing a smile.

"Hello," he replies, beaming a smile. 

"Surprised to see you here."

"Yeah, I know. I didn't plan it but thought why not come and check in on you. So yeah, how are you?"

"Good, good. Planning a small rescue but nothing major, how are you?"

"I'm go- wait did you say small rescue? Who are you going to try rescue? Isabella?"

"Yeah, like I said nothing major."

"Are you nuts? That is dangerous."

"I know. Maybe I am crazy but it isn't that dangerous. Come on, pull in a few shape-shifting vampires and you got yourself a great idiot-proof plan."

"You are setting yourself up for suicide by doing something like this!"

"What's wrong with the plan?"

"Oh, nothing much, just Mitch's men have high powered guns, explosives and such. Again, nothing much. You are also just forgetting that Mitch is obsessed with Isabella and will stop at nothing to have her. Again, no big deal."

"That is nothing."

"Nothing to you but one wrong move and you go kapow!"

"By kapow do you mean I'm dead? Because you seem to be forgetting I'm a vampire, we are immortal. Nothing kills us."

"Except a crucifix... maybe."

"As I said, I'm doing this plan whether you agree or not, it ain't your business."

"It is when I am your Guadian Angel. I am hired to protect you an-"

"Blah blah blah. What's new? There must be a reason why you are here."

"There is."

"Go on then."

"I feel like something is coming your way. Something bad might happen, war once again or even death. A great evil has launched herself back into this world but that is all I know."

"Who?"

"I don't know."

"Evil Queen Victoria?"

"As I said, I do not know, I just know something evil is coming and it won't end well."

"To think your kind would know, thanks I guess. How is your mother?"

"She's is okay, fighting. Her surgery is almost here, tomorrow actually."

"I hope it goes well," I lie.

"Thanks. You know something, don't you?"

"No."

"You are a terrible liar."

"I know."

"So tell me."

"I can't. You will find out sooner or later."

"Fine. I have to go visit my mother in the hospital, I trust you will keep yourself alive until I see you again."

I roll my eyes. "Yep, sure. See you."

He disappears the same way he came - a blinding light and I am left on my own again. 

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After a while of watching videos on my phone, I get bored and decide to change into a singlet and shorts and hit the indoor gym downstairs. 

I hit the treadmill for a small while then do some weight exercises - crunches, bench presses, lunges, bicep curls, shoulder presses, tricep kickbacks and weighted situps.

Once I finish from my workout, I rush upstairs to shower and change and head back downstairs. As soon as I sit down, someone knocks furiously on the back door. 

Bloody hell, if this is Falcon, he is in big trouble. What the fuck does he want now?

I slowly walk to the back door and whoever is behind the door starts to knock again furiously. 

"Who is it?!" I yell agitated. 

"Hurry the fuck up and answer!" Falcon yells.

I sigh and open the brown, wooden door and to my surprise I see Falcon, but he isn't on his own but with a barely recognisable Alfred.

I look from Alfred to Falcon then back at Alfred. Alfred is bleeding heavily - a pool of blood quickly surfacing underneath him. His body looked weak as he leaned against Falcon, barely able to hold himself up properly without help.

"What the hell happened?" I ask, eyeing them both as my body is frozen to its spot. 

"Heal now, question later!" Falcon urges as he pushes past me, letting himself in as he drags Alfred with him.

He lays Alfred on the wooden floorboards of our second living room. But before we could say anything, footsteps sound from the hallway and soon come to a stop behind me as I kneel beside Alfred's near unconscious body. 

"What the hell happened?" mums furious voice comes from behind me.