I got off the plane at the airport and began with my usual to find a place of accomodations removed from society and thought of my old cabin before shit went south the one I hid in. as I was walking past the elevators to go to the exit I thought I seen sam inside the elevator and froze. despite that I thought it just had to be my guilt playing with me so I continued on. I walked out the front door and swore I heard Kat's voice talking to someone and turned around and thought I seen her. I rubbed my eyes and she was gone there was no one there with the man. I kept walking and just really couldn't fathom it. as I made my way through the woods to the cabin I picked up a few other items that were your typical over the counter store bought things. I had assorted together blueprints for the old house they lived in and a few torture devices to make it easier to obtain info on how to get past the enchantments or to get someone to do it for me. as I began methodically watching the place I swore up and down I seen sam and kat come and go from there on multiple occasions but never anyone else. one night I decided to get in there and see if I could find out what was going on. as I approached one night it was strangely quiet and no spells charms or any kind of wards guards prevented me entering. I walked through the place then the smell hit me hard it was strange it'd been 3 years since I'd been back. the house had the smell of new death and old it wreaked of it. the stench reminded me of that cave and the slaughter that ensued after and I swayed with the memories feeling my fangs come out. I spun but not fast enough as someone took me by surprise knocking me out cold. when I came to I was tied to a chair and I was in a cave and not just any cave the cave where I started. I could still hear the words in my head join or they Die. I swore I'd never return so whoever knocked me out wanted me here. then in came the dead I thought I was hallucinating till they snarled baring their fangs eyes going black as night. "Sam, Kat your...your.... how did you survive?" I went to snap the ropes and thorns dug into my wrists and I felt the immediate affects of a poison start to sap my strength. "tsk tsk don't want to move too much we may heal quickly but if wolfsbane stays in the system to long it will weaken you to the point of a coma." sam smirked having made a statement of genius she felt I should be awed by and instead I looked at her shocked she could think she was the only one who knew our kind. it was a look she anticipated as boredom and inherent lack of respect and complete belief of utter idiocy. the one look was all it took to piss her off after all they knew just as much as I did and they are the ones who put me here. "we know you slept with both us and love us both so we were willing to share" hope flared bright that they might not be here to destroy me after all "but you killed us and made us into these things. you didn't dispose of us properly or even give us your gift no matter how weak and diluted it would've been no you left us to be these things so full of rage and bloodlust for violence. so you must pay because your love meant you didn't love us at all." they both knowingly smirked to eachother and I thought they were going to kill me but instead they left and I heard a thud and what light therebwas disappeared though I could still see due to my wolf eyes. I was alone they intended to starve me to death and let my system end up poisoned and put into a coma. I'd be here for god knows how long and it was cause they were turned into verdalaks and they learned how to deal with lycans. I couldn't believe this. I failed everything and the book wasn't even there where I thought it was. I roared howled snarled and struggled but the more I did the more poison entered my body spreading the paralysis. I quit screaming and what felt like hours started planning and trying to figure a way out of here. as the time ticked by I felt my stomach growl and the beast inside me started to knaw at the bindings. I needed to escape and fast or I'd be losing my sanity and control to the beast within. the prophecy ran through my head and if it delt with me there was no way on this world that I was to die like this.i heard that full prophecy so much there was just no way that I could die here. I sat there and went back to the past and dwelled in the good moments of bliss and happiness before this nightmare took place and I knew deep down that I was doomed. the happiness was preferred to this external nightmare as I sat down I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to suffer inumerably throughout my life. even so I made sure I compiled my knowledge into books that I guarded well. I disguised them to look like old leather bound books and the home I built removed from the world undisclosed to any had a hidden study behind the bookshelf in the living room. I kept all my knowledge safe and compact everything I collected that the world despised and destroyed. I thought about my collection and how trying to grow it led to my death. then I heard the rock moving and there they came striding into my line of sight. they laughed as my stomach growled and they took stock of my well being. "stress triggers the bodies defense. the defense in this case would be the virus and your change." "A female vardalak by the surname of bartell took an ancient book called Shadow Rythm from another vardalak in london I presume that was one of you?" they looked confused and puzzled. then they laughed and spoke "you think our last name is Bartell? oh you fool it isn't we were adopted our mother isn't your Aunt Katrina the woman you killed. no Bartell is yours and your mother's name." the whole world collapsed spinning out of focus it was then I realized how truly screwed I was. I walked into my own karma and demise and the book wasn't even here I was going to go feral and insane and it was going to be easy for these vardalaks to kill me. I hung my head in defeat I was completely and utterly ruined. they laughed some more taunting and belittling me but their words were lost on deaf ears as I was focused inward trying to remain in control of myself. they eventually left and the torture continued and I wasn't sure if I was happy they were gone or pissed or even miserable. it was a confusing mix to see my two lovers were alive tormenting me in every cruel way possible. they would come in kill me and watch as the virus healed and brought me back sexually frustrate me with no promise of release and annoy me to death regaling me with tales of all the men they have fucked and killed personally the last was preferable to the rest at least it was tolerable. none the less it was all excruciating after a while especially with the hunger knawing at me so much the pain was causing me to be in excruciating pain and unable to hold focus for long. I was worried that I wouldn't be released till I lost it all. I ran over what I would do if I could get free but no matter how much I tried the wolfs bane slowed everything that was normal to my body. them killing me took longer to come back then it normally does for my kind I couldn't shift and it sucked I felt weak tired and like I was just beat to death. I was weary and wanted this all to end. one day the rock moved and it wasn't their sickly scent I smelt approaching but it was one I didn't believe could be here or know I was here. I opened my eyes but it wasn't my mother there it was some man that had her scent no not a man at a second glance I now saw he was younger than me but he carried her scent. " I found you at last shit. they have severely tortured you" I mumbled some unintelligible words my throat parched and my stomach roaring like a living entity. my head pounded and my body burned and ached as if I was on a fine line between life and death. despite all of this I know that I had warned him not to remove the thorns it would be detrimental to him. despite this he cut the ropes the moment the poison wasn't rolling in my body I dropped to the floor completely destroying the chair I roared as I forced the poison out through my wounds. once the poison was free the hunger took hold and I shifted skin stretching and muscles expanding hair growing claws extending facial structure sore and tense as it stretches slightly and my gums ache as my teeth extend. I moved fast the shift done in minutes towards this man and his eyes turn black his fangs protruded and he then spun dropping salt then cutting his hand and with his blood drawing a triqautra in the sand by dripping his blood I hit the salt field unable to go further. "brother please come to your senses I'm here to help!" I roared and shoved straight through the salt barrier the pain sizzling through my body as it out off static electricity from my nerves. I hit him full force and we rolled right out the cave and he then used his blood to draw another symbol this one caused severe pain enough for him to disappear like a shadow. at a loss for finding him I ran blindly and fast towards the smell of the next best thing and over took a heard of dear ripping them in half and slaughtering them. 20 dear dead and my dinner bell ringing in my stomaches signaled me digging in ripping entrails apart and devouring every bit I could. once gorged he appeared again and laughed then vomited then stood up again and said with a straight face "that's disgusting how can you take and devour another life like that?" " easily I do what I must to survive now who the hell are you?" " I'm your half brother Jordan. mom sent me to help you cause I'm half vardalak half Wiccan my blood is power unlike many." I seethed here standing before me was yet another of mom's secrets and I wanted nothing more than to punch a hole through it. I turned and walked away and was dead sick of this shit and all these lies. "tell mom thanks but no thanks I don't need you or her secrets but I'll take that book she took from london" he laughed and held his hand up and said "you mean this book?" I spun around and there in his hand was a black leather book that said Rythm on it and was bared for all to see. I moved as fast as I could to grab for it and it seemed to disappear into darkness. I looked at him then full well knowing what that little action alone meant.