Vampire Wedding Ch 13 - Betrayal and Weapons

CHAPTER 13

RYAN'S POV................................

After Meghan and Harper left, Ryan went and sought after his parents. They needed to talk about how they were going to deal with the whole mating thing. They needed to plan and organize and so much other stuff. Just thinking about it made his head hurt. There was so much to do and he didn't know how long they had before things got terribly worst.

When he entered his father's study he almost turned around and walked back out. His mother was sitting on his father's lap giggling as he nipped at her neck. He knew that they still...did it, but that didn't mean he wanted to see it.

He cleared his throat and tried to suppress a smile when his mother gasped and jumped up in the blink of an eye. He knew that if she were human she would be as red as a fire hydrant. His mother, Clara, smoothed down her hair and close before gifting her son with a smile.

His father on the other hand wasn't as shy as his mother. Charles Villisaci was the most compact cool person he had ever met. Little surprised or unsettled him so Ryan wasn't surprised when his father only stared back at his son waiting to see what he wanted.

"Ryan!" His mother gasped embarrassed. "I thought that you were still eating breakfast. What are you doing here, dear?" she asked with a nervous chuckle.

"I came to talk to you about the mating plans, but if your.....buisy," he added with a wry grin. "then I can come back later."

"Stop teasing your mother," his father said chuckling. "And yes we need to get everything organized. Where is Meghan anyway?"

"I sent her with Harper to get defensive training."

His father's eye brows rose. "I do hope that she'll be alright. Don't you think Harper is kind of rough, son?" his father asked stroking his chin in thought.

Ryan sat down in the chair across from his father. "I think Harper is one of the best we have and should be successful with Meghan."

They seemed to agree on that.

Ryan told his parents what Meghan's schedule for the day was and that she would be meeting her mother at 3. Then they got down to actual business.

"I have seemed so new information on the rebels that are breaking away from us, son." His father said gravely. Ryan didn't like the expression on his face.

"Well what have you heard?"

"It's Xavior."

That one name made Ryan see red. Xavior was the one person that Ryan swore if he ever saw him again there meeting would end up bloody.

"What about him?" Ryan asked through clenched teeth and with a taught jaw. He knew that he wasn't going to like whatever his father had to say.

"He's trying to convince Lyson's clan to start war. He's already the leader of hundreds."

"DAMMIT!" Ryan roared shooting out of his seat. "I should have gotten rid of that son-of-a-bitch the last time we fought." He was pacing angrily back and forth.

Clara sympathized with her son. She knew how much Xavior got to him. "It's not your fault, sweet heart. He was your friend. You have to know that it would be hard to try to-"

"No, mother. The first time he betrayed us I let him off with a warning. The second time he should have faced the consequences. I was to weak to do what needed to be done but I promise you this time he will not walk away. This time he will be torn apart and burned with the rest of the ones who betrayed us!"

Clara did not like the look in her son's eyes that he had before he stormed out of her husband's study. She trembled violently in fright just thinking about what Ryan might do or get himself into. She was shaking so hard that her husband had to hold her steady.

She turned in his arms and buried her face in his chest. "Oh, Charles what are we going to do. Ryan was absolutely furious."

"Can you blame him, love. The only thing we can do is hope that he's not hurt. He is his own man and has to deal with this his own way. We have to be there to support him."

Charles was just as fearful for his son as his wife was, but he spoke the truth. The only thing they could do was hope that Ryan is not hurt.

****Meghan's POV****************

"Are all human's this bad or is it just you?" Meghan rolled her eyes and growled in anger. She was sore from training with Harper who had her run laps, do push ups, sit ups, and a whold bunch of other body bruising things.

When she told Meghan that that was just the warm up she almost cried. Now here she was with a black and green haired giant that had piercings all over his face. He also had an attitude.

"I'm trying here!" Meghan snapped lowering the .38 pistol that she had in her hand. She was getting just as frustrated as Mark when she wasn't able to hit the target. His little side comments weren't helping.

"Look don't yell at me just because you have the worst damn aim in history." he shouted at her.

"If you keep talking I'll use you as target practice."

He narrowed his eyes at her before saying, "I wish you would."

Meghan raised her arm and aimed at his foot. When she pulled the trigger Mark looked up at her in surprise.

"You actually shot at me!" he gasped. When the shock wared off he narrowed his eyes again. "Why you little-"

He was cutoff. "Hey!" both Meghan and Mark turned to look at Harper in surprise.

"What in the hell is going on here?" Meghan and Mark looked at Harper then to each other, then back to Harper before trying to tell their side of the story at the same time.

"Every time I shoot he-"

"She is the worst aimer I have-"

"then he always says-"

"QUIET!" they both shut up.

"Jesus bloody Christ I can't here myself think with the two of you buggers bickering on." she put her head to her head and rubbed her temples.

"What happened?"she asked again then quickly added. "one at a time."

Meghan opened her mouth to say something but Mark rushed on first. "She shot me!" Harper's eyes widened in disbelief. She looked back over to Meghan as if she grew two heads right in front of her.

"No I didn't. I shot AT you," she corrected.

"Same difference."

Meghan was ready to actually shoot him this time. She normally wasn't violent but there was something so irritating about Mark that made her want to punch him in the face.

"It is not you stupid son-of-a-b...."

"Enough! Geesh" Harper walked over to Meghan and took the gun that was still in her hand for good measure.

"Come on, Meghan. You need to get ready for your meeting with your future in laws."

Harper took Meghan's arm and guided her out of the room. She was looking forward to a hot shower that would ease her aching muscles. She was also happy to be a way from Mark.

Unable to resist Meghan looked behind her and stuck out her tongue at Mark who retaliated by flipping her the bird. She almost ran back to punch him like she so desperately wanted to. 'Come on Meggs. Just go take a shower like a good girl and forget about him'

The thought of a shower perked her up so that she would have been skipping back to her room if she wasn't sore.

******MEGHAN'S POV LATER************

After getting out of the shower Meghan felt a million times better. She wasn't sweaty and her muscles wasn't as sore. She figured a good nights sleep would finish the job.

'Where am I going again' she thought as she started to comb her hair that was still wet from the shower. When she remembered she had to go meet the parents her eyes got wide and she let out a shriek.

"Aw holy hell!" She began rushing around the bathroom looking for other things to help her get ready. She was meeting the parents and first impressions were lasting impressions.

She found a blow dryer a brush and other hair care products that looked as if they were bought right before she came there. She quickly did her hair drying it and flat ironing it. She put half of it into a bun at the top of her hair and made the other half fall down her back. She then took her bang and flat ironed it and fixed it so that it hung and stopped just before her eyes.

Meghan studied herself in the mirror then rushed to get dressed. She looked through her bag and pulled out a sky blue sundress and carefully put it on. Then she pulled out white heels and slipped them on her feet.

She found the clothes she was wearing and the purse she had with her and took out the nude pink lip gloss on her lips.

Just as she was finishing up someone walked through the door. Meghan turned around and saw Ryan.

He looked as if he just had a shower as well. He wasn't exactly wearing a suit but he was wearing slacks and a silk shirt that outlined ever muscle and the ripple of his abs at his stomache. He looked delicious.

When he saw her he stopped and stared. Meghan began to worry that something wasn't right.

"What is it? Is it my hair?" She selfconciously ran her hands over her hair then turned back to look at herself in the mirror to check it out.

He shook his head but still stared as if he were in a trance. "You look absolutely perfect."