Bab 8: "Your sister's a bitch."

"Welcome to the Family," Blake said, looking at the youthful face of the woman.

Violet ignored the man but focused on the red-haired woman. There was something on the way she was staring at her that Violet found so demeaning. Something in the way that her nose was pointed upwards as if to say she was above her.

That smug, entitled look on the redhead's face stirred something within Violet, made her patience snap instantly. And the insult on her parents just cemented her dislike on the vampire.

She scoffed, "Well not as funny as your Ma, she gave birth to you," she said, eyes narrowed.

Lilith's eyes narrowed, and her nose flared at the hybrid's jab. Seconds later, her manicured fingers wrapped around the blonde's neck.

Violet didn't flinch, not bothering to give the woman the satisfaction, as she slammed her to the wall.

They truly are siblings, she thought, noting she had the same habit as the Abomination had and she wondered what their obsessions on walls were. Did they like the Wallpaper?

"What did you say bitch?!" the redhead hissed. "Lilith!" Aldren voiced out, his tone warning. Violet's eyes bounced from the red-headed to the brunet. And she knew he just made it known he didn't want her dead, yet. For whatever plan he had for her, and she wasn't planning on sticking around to find out. She'll get out of there, as soon as her body can take it.

"You heard what I said, tramp." blondie spat, her hand enveloping hers in determination. Her eye colour shifted to gold, and before either of the three vampires noticed, a bar stool at the built-in bar exploded. A sharp piece of it came crashing to Lilith's back and through her gut.

The redhead screamed in pain, dropping the platinum blonde on the floor instantly. She bent over, holding the improvised steak in her abdomen. Blood seeping out of the would, staining her baby blue dress.

Her eyes narrowed dangerously at the blonde, "You --bitch!" she screamed, gripping the improvised stake tightly and struggling to pull it out.

Violet scoffed, "I missed." she spat, glaring back at her as she moved to stand. Her knees almost folded under her weight. Fuck, she's too weak.

Aldren stood between them, "Now, stop." he snapped, danger under his tone. Then he turned to face his sister, "Stop." he ordered, staring her down. His hand reached to the wood protruding out of her gut and pulling it out. Lilith cried in pain, pressing her hand over the gaping wound and glaring at the woman. She wanted nothing more but to rip her to shreds then and there. But the look her brother shot her meant he was serious.

Aldren threw the stake to the floor, then turned to Violet, jaw clenched. He knew he should be pissed at her for hurting his sister, but he wasn't. He honestly felt entertained at her presence; she had a backbone most men don't. And even with Wolfsbane still in her system, she was still capable of such bursts of power. Such destruction.

However, based on his observation, she wasn't the technical kind of witch who chanted spells and performed ceremonies. No, she was the natural, one with nature. The type that sensed and used the energy around her. An innate talent that not many was gifted; after all, mother nature chooses those who are worthy to wield her hidden strength.

Or possibly, she was forced to rely on her wits and instincts, having no proper education on the craft.

Something he knew might have been due to her constant hiding and running from the Guardians of Purity over the years. And he wondered how strong she could be with the proper training.

The brunet turned to the blond man, who had been watching the whole thing unfold, entertained. Not many dare cross Lilith's path; she was very much like her brother after all. Her temper was short, and she was the type to kill first before asking a question.

"Blake, help Lilith clean up." the brunet said, gesturing for them to leave the common room.

The second the door shut closed behind the two, Violet's knees gave out, and she fell to the floor. Aldren arched a brow at her in curiosity, focusing his sense of hearing. He could hear her heart pounding against her chest, blood gushing in such speeds through her veins.

He crouched before her, looking at her flushed face, anger was evident on her brilliant violet eyes, and she was subconsciously gritting her teeth. She looked at him, and without any sense of, self-preservation she said, "your sister's a bitch."

His lips broke into a small smile, amused. He knew they'd clash more in the future, the both of them too spirited, well that is if she'd long enough.

"Yes. She is." he agreed.

Violet closed her eyes, trying to control the burning rage within her. She'd usually deemed herself as a very patient werewolf—the kind that would look before crossing the streets, a rare quality in her species. Werewolves are known to go out with guns blazing, figuratively of course.

But there was something inside her that just immediately flares up without notice when she hears an insult about her family.

They are dead, all of them.

Because of her.

And the anger she feels to those responsible for their untimely demise burns with passion. And the urge to destroy everything overwhelms her to her core. The feeling was strong enough that she could sense her werewolf part wreaking havoc within her, craving to rip someone, anyone, anything into smithereens.

And her eyes shifted from violet to gold in simultaneously with her heartbeat.

Violet closed her eyes, in an attempt to both hide it and control it, but it wouldn't budge. And Aldren watched in morbid fascination; he had never witnessed something like that before. A hybrid seemingly battling herself.

Suddenly she jolted forwards, clutching her chest and his eyes widened in concern. He could hear her heart stop beating, and she roared in pain and started coughing out blood.

She collapsed face-first on the floor, and he watched, wondering if she was dying. It would be a shame he thought; he was looking forward to playing with her.

Moments later, her heart started beating again, panting on the floor. Aldren pulled her up to her feet,

"Toilet," she said, and he ushered her towards a room and left her there after pointing to the direction of the toilet.