It all started with a blood curdling scream, which rang around the house like a horrible echo.

Shadows’ first instinct when he bolted up in bed, startled by the sudden shriek that filled his mansion, was to glance over at his wife, to make sure she didn’t have a slit in her throat or was bleeding profusely across the white bed linen. Instead, she was curled up, peacefully sleeping like she had been all night in his arms- except now her eyes were flickering, and slowly she began to hear the scream like he had.

“What the hell? What’s going on?” she murmured, and he shook his head, getting out of bed and pulling on his clothes. Something had happened, and something told him that a certain banished man was behind it.

“I don’t know honey bee. You stay here, I’ll send Johnny over to stay with you” he said without a second regard that she wanted him to stay here, and as he buttoned up his shirt and almost flew out the room, barely hearing his new wife whisper,
“Be safe baby”

He had a gun in his back pocket, just in case there was some of sort of killer in the mansion, one that had been smart enough to get past their complex and slightly painful security measures. Zacky and Johnny were already awake and alert both with weapons in their ends. They were talking in quiet whispers just outside of Gates’ abandoned bedroom. That was where the scream had come from.

“Johnny, go get your sister” Shadows growled, stepping forward and nodding at Zacky, who loaded the gun and held it up so it was almost resting against his cheek.

Johnny was about to argue back, probably with the statement that it was his wife, why didn’t he do it himself- when he saw the black stare that Shadows threw him, and he closed his mouth and walked into the bedroom where his sister lay. Matt nodded at Zacky and he kicked the door down with his foot, the two men jumping into the bedroom to find it almost devoid of life.

Lain across the king sized bed was Natalia, Syn’s pet, blood spilling out of her throat onto the white bedspread.

Her eyes were wide opened and glazed over, and her apple red lips were parted in an oval shape, like the dead body was letting out a silent scream. It wasn’t often someone died in Hell, and as the two men walked forward, examining the body, a draught filled the room from an open window. Someone had obviously escaped after they’d done the dirty deed.

“Jesus…” Zacky whispered as he tucked his gun in the back pocket of his jeans and knelt down to press his hand against her wrist. No pulse- not even a dead beat. Just silence.
The door behind them creaked, and both of them turned instinctively to see Hurricane and Johnny stood in the doorway. She clasped a hand across her mouth when she spotted the dead body, but she didn’t move an inch. Slowly, clutching at the bed sheet she had wrapped around her naked body she walked towards her husband, who for the first time, didn’t go to touch her.

“How? This is Hell, people don’t die here…” Hurricane whispered, resting her free hand on his large bicep and he shook his head, glancing up at Johnny.
“She was a half-blood. Half demon, half human. But there was enough human in her to die. Obviously the person who killed her knew what she was, otherwise they wouldn’t have even tried” Johnny muttered.

“Not even the mansion is safe anymore. Whoever got through must’ve been especially skilled at getting through security breaches. I’ll go downstairs, see if anyone else’s been caught” Zacky said, taking one last look at the corpse that was lain against the bed, before beckoning Johnny to follow him. But before he could leave, Vengeance stopped in the doorway, letting his friend go ahead of him.

“Shadows, watch over your new wife. No woman in this house is safe anymore” he muttered and disappeared, leaving a horrible sinking feeling in Hurricane’s stomach. It felt like part of her protection had been breached.

If Shadows couldn’t protect her- who could?

“Don’t let his warning get to you, honey bee. I’m sure Natalia’s death was a one-time thing. It’s happened a few times before” Matt explained, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the top of her forehead, securing her in his firm grasp. But still she felt like she was being watched, a dark pair of eyes that followed her around the room, and something she couldn’t run from, not even when she tried to escape it’s glare.

“I think it’s best if we return to the bedroom, hm? Maybe I can get rid of some of those nerves Zacky seems to have given you” Matt suggested, kissing lightly up her neck as his hands fought to pull down the bed sheet.

“Baby, much as I love you- I feel weird making out with you in the same room as a dead body. Take me to bed, OK?” Hurricane asked, her eyes flicking worriedly over at the dead body of the pet that still lay on Syn’s bed and he nodded, picking her up bridal style in his large arms and carrying her back to their bedroom, where he carefully put her on the bed and began to kiss her- a lot more tenderly than he had the previous night, where he’d had her screaming for him.

“SHADOWS! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE- WE GOT ANOTHER ONE!”

Matt broke away from his wife, sighing as she pouted. She wanted cute morning sex with him, not to have him disappear so soon and investigate yet another murder in the house she lived in.

“We’ll continue this when I get back” he smirked, kissing her passionately before getting off of the bed and thundering down the stairs. A little annoyed and a lot freaked out, Hurricane got out of bed and grabbed some clothes out of the closet, pulling them on. She wanted sex- she didn’t want to actually be wearing clothes.

But, Shadows liked the way she dressed, and she’d do anything to keep him eager to please her.
Facing the floor length mirror on one side of the room, she ran a brush through her dark hair and grabbed her expensive red lipstick, the colour of French Wine, and ran it over her lips, wondering if she could seduce Matt by just the way she looked.

When suddenly, someone put their hand over her mouth and pressed something sharp and cold to her throat.

Glancing at the mirror, and barely having time to let out a muffled scream, she saw a masked figure standing behind, holding her to his body and a knife at her throat, ready to make a slit just like it had to Natalia. Was this her killer?

“You don’t make a sound, Kitten, and this will go a lot easier, alright?” the figure hissed and she nodded, terrified. Where was her husband now- why couldn’t he save her? The figure chuckled and then lead her over to the large window, where another two masked figures were waiting, ready to take her away.

“Your precious Shadows can’t save you now, Kitten. Now….jump” he hissed and pushed her out of the open window, smiling as he watched her fall from grace.

You are mine now, little Hurricane.