Avina waited for him to unlock the door. While she was waiting, she looked around for the source of the smell. There are not very many scents that could block her sense of smell, but there was enough garlic in the room to keep her from smelling Devin and he was right in front of her. “I would definitely agree with you. This will hide our smell. But what about the trail we left to this house? Or the sent we are leaving up stairs?” she asked as she followed him out of the house. She took a deep breath of the fresh, and less garlic dominate, smell. In the morning, her nose was so going to hurt, but at least she would be alive!

Once the smell of garlic was more or less out of her nose, she turned to Devin and challenged him to a fight. After all, he was the one that insisted that they had to fight in order to mend things between them. She forced herself to transform and then stop in the middle of it. It was painful, but she was used to it. She told him she was ready then next thing she knew she was flat on her face with him on top. She wasn’t sure if his sudden move made her mad or made her want to laugh. Either way she knew she couldn’t stay on the ground.

Pulling her hands out from under her, she put them on the ground near her shoulders and shoved herself up, throwing him off in the process. She turned to face him while slowly backing up. She was putting herself closer to the house to keep him from getting behind her again. He was faster than she had thought he would be. She hardly even saw him move before he had her on the ground, but if the way she shoved him off her back was an proof then she was stronger. Therefore she knew she was going to have to be smart in this battle to get the upperhand, which means she is going to have to anticipate him moves before he makes them and cover herself at all times.

Brice looked down at the little vampire as she came up to him. Part of him wanted to be angry with her, after all she was a vampire too. However, he knew he couldn’t be mad at her. She did not choose this life, she didn’t ask to be a vampire. With a sigh he held out his hand for her to see. “If you are not afraid of a big bad wolf, that is.” He said with a small smile. The skin still sizzled, bleed, and oozed a white liquid. It was painful, but he was good at ignoring pain. “It has been so long since I have seen a womb for an extended period of time.” He remarked with interest.

Jessie put her hands on her knees and pushed herself up to follow Logan to the kitchen. “You have such an interesting accent.” she said as they walked into the kitchen. She started opening random cabinets trying to figure out what all there was to eat. “Don’t you ever get bored of having to stay in one place?” she asked as she shut a pair of doors. It dawn on her that he had said something about a sister. “Wait, didn’t you say you had a sister? Where is she?” She stopped her search and turned towards Logan.