We came back, and they came back - the dreams, the voice, the calling.

It was as if the woman was waiting for me to come back home; her voice was more urgent this time around and it haunted me. Now not just in my dreams, I was disturbed every waking moment too, thinking about the woman who could be in great danger. Who was she and what did she want from me? This voice didn't resemble the woman who had warned me that day - it was different and much more familiar.

Did she want me to save her from something? If she did, why wasn't she telling me?

Celeste and Cynthia went silent inside me, and I learnt quickly that they were not going to be of any help to me this time around.

I was literally on my own.

I couldn't sleep a wink in fear that the voice would come calling again, and what I actually feared was that this time, I would follow her. Everything inside me wanted to go to her and wanted to know who she was, what she meant to me and why she needed me. I wanted to know if she really was in danger and I wanted to save her, protect her to never hear that fear in her voice again.

I was scared of her, and wanted to protect her at the same time.

Just remembering her voice made my heart break and my body shiver.

I eventually gave in to my exhaustion, my ceaseless thoughts had taken a toll on me and I needed my sleep to be able to function.

It didn't take long...

"Moon," The voice came again, and I shivered. Why she was doing this was something I didn't know exactly.

Ever since we came back from the trip, I barely met Aiden - it was like he had a lot of work piled up after he took an off for those 3-4 days when we were enjoying ourselves in my human home.

"Please tell me, who are you? What do you want?" This time around, I was more prepared for her. I was not going to cry in fear or in longing. I wanted to be strong enough to keep my sanity while trying to figure out what the fuck this all was. And if it came to me having to save her from something, then I needed to be prepared.

I was tired of being afraid of it. I wanted to get to the bottom of it and find out why all of this was happening to me.

"Come to me, Moon."

I heard her carefully, my steps automatically making me follow the voice. I didn't know where I was heading; everything was pitch black around me and the silence was unnerving. I couldn't hear anything else except her, I couldn't feel anything else except her, I couldn't see anything at all.

I could feel it as I moved forward - I knew who the woman was. The bond I had with her grew stronger and stronger as I kept moving, my feet following the flow of the bond.

"I need you, Moon," the voice came again, and I was almost running now, not afraid of bumping into something.

I ignored the pang in my chest when the voice called out and kept heading, my focus only on finding out who the woman was and why she needed me. Why all of a sudden, had I started to get these dreams? Were these even dreams?

I had a lot of questions and I needed answers to them.

I kept running like a mad woman in that endless darkness, sometime whizzing in different directions, from where I felt the energy the strongest. There was a moment when I had to stop and wonder if I was really doing this and if I was really ready to face what was coming.

I took careful steps forward now; the energy - the bond - was so strong that I could feel it to my bones. I was shivering, and slightly afraid, as if I just had to turn right around the corner -

"What are you doing here, Cynthia?" Aiden's masculine voice brought me out of my dream and I blinked once, then twice to register everything that was around me.

I could only see Aiden first - his brows were furrowed and he was looking at me with the same worry that was always brought along with these dreams of mine - like he couldn't understand what was happening to me - a downside to the vampire mate bond. Then I saw around and I realized I was very, very far from the bedroom I had been sleeping in. I looked around to see where I had come to find the entrance to the dungeon some feet away from me.

And this was just the place where Aiden forbade me to explore.

I frowned, wondering why couldn't I really go inside there. Surely the prisoners weren't tortured that badly, right?

But that didn't explain the bond I felt.

"I don't know." I looked around. I could see he believed that I was telling the truth; I was really confused. Was the voice leading me to the dungeon? Aiden would never let me go in there. If I wanted to go, I would have to sneak in. And then the guards outside - I was sure there was strict security inside and outside.

There was absolutely no way I could go in like that.

I buried my face in Aiden's chest, "I have a habit of sleepwalking sometimes," I lied, "But, I've never come this far. I don't know what's wrong with me." I said, jutting out my lower lip and making it wobble as if I was going to cry.

I didn't have to fake an inner turmoil - I was already worried and confused about the situation I was currently in.

"No, my love, it's okay - it happens. Come with me, I'll take you back home," he said gently, holding me to him.

We walked back towards our house and all I could keep thinking was about the damned dungeon and why the voice was leading me towards it. I wasn't dense to the possibility of the voice being in the dungeon but...

Was the voice coming from the dungeon, or somewhere else? Maybe it was just a prisoner who knew how to manipulate dreams and stuff - whatever it was. I couldn't really believe and trust all the stuff that was happening around me.

That was something I didn't want to be a possibility. It would mean that Aiden was hiding something from me and I didn't want to doubt the man who was so devoted to me. I already felt guilty about a lot of things when it came to Aiden, and doubting him would just make me feel worse, especially if he turned out to be completely innocent in the end.

I was supposed to trust him and love him blindly, right? But then, why was it something that had become the most difficult thing for me to do?

Everything was so confusing.

"Hey," he murmured, kissing my head, "You still look upset. Was it a bad dream?" he asked, staring at me; trying to read my eyes, or perhaps my emotions.

"I don't remember anything," I told him, "This is so weird; I'm so sorry." I shook my head, looking down at my feet. I was actually embarrassed - because I didn't even feel a tinge of regret while lying to him.

And then all of a sudden, like nobody's business, an intense arousal hit me and I knew my heat was just hours away. This was going to keep on intensifying until I didn't give in and have sex with someone.

Wrong timing, bitch. Just when I had pressing matters to think about, my heat had to come and make me a sex craved bitch so that I was occupied for the entire week.

I stared in Aiden's eyes, entranced as I watched them darken with lust for me. It wasn't something new, but at this time, when I was so aroused already, it felt different. Aiden felt different - much more precious, much more sensual and so hot. Every inch of me was aware of him; my fingertips were tingling where they resting on his chest, his arm around my waist felt warm, strong and sent tingles straight to my core.

And then he said my name, "Cynthia,"

My heart danced; my core throbbed with need. I didn't know PureBloods went through something like heat, too, or perhaps, it was 'just hybrid things'.

"Aiden," I moaned, when he tightened his arms around me.

"Fuck, your heat!" he murmured more to himself than to me, and then scooped me up in his arms. Having more of him in contact with me brought some relief, but I still wanted more. I wanted him inside me.

I was dropped on the bed, and I groaned at the loss of contact. I opened my eyes to see pure animalistic need in his eyes, and I knew he was going to be rough.

Oh, I was so ready.

I've been wanting this for so long, and now Aiden had to comply with my demands. I was going to jump his bones anyhow, anyway.

Aiden ripped his shirt, standing at the foot of the bed. I sat up, staring at him, my hands beside me, wanting only him to touch me. I drooled at the display of his bare, muscled chest - he was so fucking gorgeous that it hurt right where I needed him. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, lick him, suck him and do all dirty things to me.

I wish I could tell him what was going on in my mind...the dirty, erotic thoughts that were taking over me.

Skin on skin, sweaty naked bodies, grinding, slamming, screaming, moaning.

"Fuck, Cynthia!" He looked frustrated, as if he was trying to hold himself back before but now his control had snapped.

He crawled onto the bed, and grabbed my ankles and spread them apart.

My body shuddered with need. My legs wanted to wrap around his waist while he was pounding inside me.

But he held me in place, not even letting my legs twitch.

My core was now burning with need and I didn't know what I was going to do is he didn't stop teasing and do something about my arousal at the same time.

And then I saw them glint - his fangs. They ran down my legs, tearing through my pyjamas until he reached me where I wanted him the most. I was holding my breath, and I didn't move or make a sound. I didn't want him to stop.

My pyjamas and panties were off me, leaving me only in my camisole. I was bare, unashamed as he stared at me and licked his lips.

"Oh baby," He whispered with a smirk on his face, "You're so wet for me..." He licked his lips, staring at my core, "You're so beautiful, love."

And then he went down on me. I think my soul had left my body when he did that and a loud moan left my mouth. My back arched off the bed and my hands went into his hair.

He was a devil, a torturer. I had no idea what he was doing with his tongue down there but... But...

Oh my Goddess... I couldn't hold in any longer and rode his face while I came all over it.

"It's time, baby. I was ready to wait for aa long as you wanted, but now I can't hold back... " He murmured, and before I could say anything, he slid inside me.

It was rough, animalistic, needy and full of lust; far from what we called lovemaking. Again, I wasn't the one to complain - my ache was satisfied, my itch was scratched and I wanted nothing more from him at that time.

I was delirious.

I never knew my life would ever be this fucking eventful, being fucked by two gorgeous at two different times. I was in heaven both of the times and both of them were incomparable. Both of them took care of my needs before theirs, and my desperation make me latch on to Aiden even after we had gone through several rounds. I still ached for him, and didn't care about anything else in the world other than having him inside me.

Goddess blessed me with a wonderful appetite and I was thoroughly sore and overused by the end of my heat. Now all that was left for me and Aiden to do was to complete out mating rituals so that we could finally have the future that I had been dreaming of.

My heat and the sex just made me fall deeper for him, and I knew that leaving him wasn't going to just hurt my PureBlood, but it would hurt me and Celeste as well.

I shivered, just imagining such a situation.

I had already realised that I was deeply and irrevocably in love with Aiden.

Poor me.

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Where is it? Where is it? Where in the ever loving hell is it? I remembered keeping it here and the last time I saw it, I knew it was here. How could I fucking lose a thing so important to me?

I was finding my grandma's photograph, the one which I always kept with myself. I had packed it in that bag that we had taken to my human house and I knew I had brought it back. It was probably crushed between all the clothes that I had dumped here when I came back.

Oh, poor thing.

Aiden was out working, just this morning the effects of my heat had faded and we both had regained some sanity. Now I was losing it again because I had lost my grandma's photograph and I didn't know where else to find it.

I went inside Aiden's closet and starting going through the drawers in there. I hesitated at first because there was a very low chance that I would find that photograph there, and it somewhat felt like I was invading his privacy because I never touched his things in his absence. But there was still a chance of finding the photo here so I brushed away the feeling.

And then it clicked in my mind; I had remembered giving that photograph to Aiden because I didn't have some safe place to keep it. I had given it to him and he had placed it in some file of his.

A smile of relief took over my face and I couldn't believe in that moment, how stupid I was - and so forgetful. This always happened when I tried to be careful while keeping things safe - I always forgot where I had kept them and ended up turning the entire house upside down.

I literally ran towards Aiden's desk, getting my little toe stubbed in the process. It hurt like hell for a moment - see hybrids can also get the little toes wrecked - then I went ahead to the desk. I started searching for the file like a madwoman, not thinking twice about invading Aiden's privacy.

Maybe I shouldn't have done that, but I could just apologise after I had my photograph back.

I finally found the file after going through some drawers and grinned while taking out my grandma's photograph.

Just as I was about to place the file back, something caught my eye.

I knelt down on the floor next to the drawer and frowned as I took out the picture of Logan's daughter who had supposedly died a good amount of time ago. I had seen a good amount of portraits of her around and knew every inch of her face in perfect detail.

She was beautiful, befitting a Vampire princess and she had that smile that had hearts melting at it's sight. Not mine though - for some reason, I had always felt a stab of envy whenever I caught a glimpse of her face and maybe that was because Aiden spoke of her fondly whenever he did.

She had died at the hands of Jason.

But why was this picture in Aiden's drawer? What was it's significance? I knew this much; the two were close when she was alive, closer than normal standards, but I wasn't the one to judge that.

That photograph didn't trigger as much doubt in me as the next one did, where Aiden and that woman were standing together, his hands on her waist and their eyes sparkling with happiness, looking like the perfect couple.

Envy overtook me, I soon realised that she was wearing a wedding gown.

And you know what was the best part? I fucking looked like her. There were so many similarities that I never noticed; I didn't understand how Logan could stomach flirting with someone who looked like his daughter.

It took me this one photo to make me realise the similarities between our faces.

Alarm bells were ringing in my head; nothing felt right at all. I didn't want to jump to conclusions, I wanted to talk to Aiden and what the fuck this all was about.

Why wasn't this ever mentioned in front of me? Better yet, why didn't I ever see this photograph before? He had never yapped about her in front of me much, and he was very forthcoming usually.

It was only something I had been able to observe.

And then I realized, that I had never, ever bothered to read into Aiden's feelings. Maybe I didn't know how to do that yet but still, only a couple of times had I felt his emotions flowing to me and that was mostly when he was making me feel them.

It felt like my world was going to fall apart, but I held on tight to those pieces because I still had hope.

I was misunderstanding everything. Right. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that, not without hearing his side of the story.

And whatever it was, it happened in the past. This was now, my present, and I wanted to focus on my present and my future with him, not some insignificant piece of past that had ended years ago.

I prayed to Moon Goddess: I had just found my happiness, I didn't want it to slip out of my fingers so soon.

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"Moon," I was waiting for that voice to call me. This time, I was going to follow her to the ends of the Earth if it meant getting to the truth.

I was tired of being in the dark all the time; I knew I had a lot to learn, but now I wanted to feel in control again, and didn't want to depend on anyone anymore. Having the knowledge of things will make me feel some semblance of control over my life and that would help me become independent again.

"Are you ready, Moon? Are you ready for the truth?" The voice asked.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked incredulously, "After all this time of you haunting my dreams, now that I'm ready to uncover everything, you are actually asking me if I want to know. Yes, I do fucking want to know what's wrong with my head and my life!"

I was breathing heavily, furious at her and everything. The photograph was still running in my mind and liquid fury was running through my veins.

"Follow me," That was all she said. It was as if she didn't bother to sympathise with me after what I just blurted.

I was going to go inside that dungeon even if it was the last thing I did in my life; even if it killed me. Not even Aiden or Adrian could stop me from going in there.

I was finally going to figure everything out and the truth was going to set me free. I would finally know who the voice belonged to, and why I felt this way whenever I was around her.

Once again, I ran around and followed the energy where it felt the strongest. I could feel getting closer to the energy, closer to the dungeon, closer to the woman who made me feel like this.

And all of a sudden, my eyes opened as if someone had poured cold water all over me. I could still feel the woman, and her presence was stronger than ever, yet it emitted weakness.

It was dark where I was standing so I moved a little forward and stepped into the light.

I let go of those pieces of my world, letting it shatter around me as I stared at what was in front of me.