A week past and life was actually starting to look up for me. Tyler and I were given a room on the first floor that we shared, the rest of the vampires stopped being mean to me, and I finally decided on a few names for my demon spawn.

So far for a boy, I have Daman, Dracula, or maybe Vlad. For a girl, I had Ambrosia, Bella, or Lilith. I'm really leaning towards Dracula but Tyler says he'll murder me in my sleep if I did that.

Mark Anthony has almost killed Tyler twice and has actually snapped his neck three times. Mark Anthony thinks Tyler's my baby daddy so he's basically fighting a one-sided battle over me. Tyler knows Mark Anthony is the baby daddy so he really doesn't care. So far he's kept that secret for me and for that I'm grateful.

Someone is poking me and saying my name to wake me up so I wake up and I punch whoever is bothering as hard as I can.

I don't react well when people wake me up before eight in the afternoon now that I live in a house full of people who don't really like to be out in the sun.

My eyes shoot open and I stare at the man who was poking me for only a mere second before I sit up and begin crying, "J-josh?"

My brother, the one who died five years ago, was standing right in front of me grabbing his jaw.

I pinch my arm as hard as I can to try to wake myself up. He's supposed to be dead. I watched him die.

The man standing in front of me has the same dark brown hair as my brother, it's only slightly longer, the same strong dark brown eyes, and the same crooked canine at the front of his mouth.

He puts his fingers to his lips before motioning for me to get out of bed and follow him. I rub the tears off of my face as I throw the blanket off of myself.

"Ho-"

I can barely get my sentence out before Josh clamps his hand over my mouth and moves his mouth extremely close to my ear, "Not here, too many ears."

My eyes frantically dart around the dimly lit room for Tyler but he's nowhere to be found.

Josh releases me before motioning towards the window. I only think about for a moment before I'm putting my black on black vans on.

Josh quietly and quickly pops the window on the other side of the room and he crawls out.

There are no good reasons for following Josh through a window at two in the morning other than the fact I miss him.

I could still be dreaming. I don't recall a dream that I've ever woken up from by pinching myself. Does that actually work for anyone?

I crawl out of the window without much trouble at all despite being about four months pregnant.

Josh jumps off of the ledge landing on the ground which is only a couple feet away. I take a deep breath before jumping. The second the feet touch the ground decides to bend under me and then the ground is slamming into my face.

Before I can even muster a groan Josh's hand is on my mouth keeping me from making any noise.

Josh helps me up before he continues walking towards the back fence. I ignore the burning sensation in my ankle and I follow him towards the fence even though my brain is screaming to go back and tell someone where I'm going.

It takes me twice as long to get to the fence which I can tell slightly angers Josh but once I get there he picks me up and he practically throws me over.

I expect to make contact with the ground again but instead, two pairs of hands grab me and lower me to the ground gently.

I then watch as my brother jumps over without making any noise and he lands on his two feet.

"Wh-"

Josh gives me a look somewhere between annoyed and angry so I shut my mouth and I look at two people who caught me.

Chase and Becca are working to climb into the white Toyota that's parked a couple feet away. I'm confused. Why are they here and why are they with my brother? Or someone who looks like my brother.

I go to walk towards the car but Josh pulls me back by my sweater hood, "We'll be walking from here."

"Whe-"

Josh aggressively puts his finger to his lip which pisses me off. I know the range that a vampire can hear from. They wouldn't be able to hear us from here.

After being away from Josh for years thinking he was dead, he won't even let me speak.