Damien's POV

　　Cracking my neck from side to side, I stretched across the bed, searching for my ruby rose; a groan slipped from my lips, finding the sheets cold and empty. Flopping over onto my back, I could smell Red, so I knew she was here somewhere. 

　　"Get your ass back in bed!" I grumbled, hearing running water somewhere in the background. She had apparently gotten up to have a shower after last night... Pausing, I tried to recall the night before, our dinner with my father? But there was nothing. No memories, no recalculation of Red and I! The last thing I could remember was training with my father, and then nothing! No matter how hard I clawed at my memories, whatever had happened last night had been erased from my mind, and there was only one male with enough juice and need to do that to me! 

　　My father!

　　Opening my eyes, my green hues fell on the pristine white ceiling, with no mould, no dirt or no peeling paint. This wasn't Abigail's room; it was mine. Sitting up in the bed, panic seized my core, scanning the room quickly for a sign of Red or any hint of her or the night before. However, the room was as empty as it always had been, with white walls, minimal furniture and everything in its place, no scattered clothes and chaos that seemed to be Red's trademark. 

　　"Good Afternoon", My father's cold voice cut through the room; my eyes darted to him as he stepped out of the bathroom, drying his hands on a hand towel that he quickly discarded into the wash basket; my eyes narrowed on the blood-stained marks covering it. The scent of blood ripe in the air.

　　"RED!" I fumed, my body moving before I gave the command, darting across the room, my hand squeezing around my father's throat as I threw him back against the wall. 

　　"Where. The. Fuck. Is. She!" I hissed low, no longer caring about family loyalties! The only person I cared about was nowhere to be seen, and my father WOULD answer my questions. 

　　"I don't know, son. Why don't you tell me? You were meant to go and get her last night, and you came back without her! Covered in blood!" He accused me, nodding to my naked torso. Glancing down at my chest, I scowled, seeing the blood staining my skin. My father tapped on my wrist, bringing my attention back to where I was restraining him; his eyes darkened as I tightened my grip ignoring his request to be released. 

　　"Bullshit!" I snapped, squeezing his windpipe, my eyes meeting his in a deadly battle of wills; on a typical day, we both knew he would come out the victor, but today was different! I was enraged, and he was the course of my despair! He was lying to me, hiding my girl! A girl I would burn down the world for! 

　　"Why would I hurt her? She is MY daughter before she is YOUR whore!" He spat his audacity to think he had more right over Abigail than I did, only served to enrage me further. 

　　"YOU might have fathered her, but you are not fooling no one with the devoted father act!" I snorted, squeezing him a little harder before pushing him back into the wall; the plaster crumbled under my force, but, ultimately, I knew if I hurt him, I would get nothing from him! That didn't mean I would stand here and listen to his bullshit about giving a damn about Red! 

　　"IF you gave a shit about her,  you would have sought her out before now! And let us be honest... you wouldn't be letting me.." Sighing, I let go and turned away, running my hand through my hair, infuriated by him. 

　　"Be letting you? Fuck your sister?" He laughed bitterly, finishing the sentence I could not! Regardless of how crude he was, it was the point I was trying to make.

　　"Yes! But I am not just fucking her; I LOVE her!" I snarled, glancing over my shoulder at his arrogant face; my temper flared watching him scoff, not believing my declarations. 

　　"Boy, the only thing you love is the sound of your own voice!" My father remarked as he straightened his tie and dusted his hair down. God forbid Bernael the Fallen should look anything less than perfect! Eyeing the blood-stained mark I had left on the crisp white collar of his shirt, I grinned, deciding not to tell him; finding out later that he had been walking around with that stain all day would upset his father worse than any comment I made now!

　　Shouldering passed my father, I headed into the bathroom, picking up a cloth to clean the dried blood off me, searching my mind for a hint of a memory. It wasn't Red's blood I knew that I would be able to smell the purity in it! But it wasn't human either; if I had to guess, I would say wolf, but there was something else in it, something familiar! The faint itch of a memory I felt at the back of my head was driving me insane. 

　　"Ares?" I sighed, trying to communicate with my beast, but there was nothing, no tension, no anger, no uncontrollable need to bug the shit out of me. 

　　He was M.I.A again! 

　　Leaning my head on the cool planes of the mirror, I sucked down a few deep breaths to compose myself; I needed questions from my father, and I knew that going at him all guns blazing would only make him seize up like a nuns cunny! I wanted to go out there and demand he tell me what he was so desperate to hide from me; I wanted to grab my phone and call Red, but something told me that would be pointless; she wouldn't answer! She couldn't! Not because the blood I was coated in was hers but because that would be too easy! And my father never made things easy!

　　Slipping into the shower and cleaning the blood off quickly, I watched it circle the drain with no remorse; it wasn't my girl's blood! I knew that, so whoever I had seemingly slaughtered did not have any consequence to me! All I cared about was getting my girl back in my arms- where she belonged. 

　　"Did you manage to slip her that potion?" My father asked casually, sending chills through my body despite the warm water. 

　　Fuck! 

　　I don't know! I had a plan in place, a plan to ensure she drank it without questioning it... and now, with my memories of last night gone... so too was the answer to that question, a question that would change Abigail's life forever!