Darkness Chapter 38: One Weeek Later

**Nelly**

It's been almost a week since he proposed, and I still can't believe it. Today, we are meeting with the new rebel leader in hopes of putting an end to this senseless war. On top of that, all of my physical issues have miraculously disappeared. No more freezing or heating spells, no more fatigue, and no more joint pain. Vincent has also become much more relaxed since then. He was concerned that my body was rejecting his blood, as there have been rare cases where recipients have died. He had his lab technicians working on serums to address this issue, too.

"Do you think he's going to listen?" I ask.

Vincent shrugs, "I hope so. I'm tired of humans trying to kill us."

Alec chimes in, "Hey boss and bossette, he's here. I brought him into the conference room."

"Thanks, Alec. I want you there too," Vincent says. I agree. Alec is like family to us, and he deserves to be present.

"Of course," Alec nods. "Oh, and Dylan is with him."

“Oh, is he. This should be fun,” Vincent says with a smirk. My mischievously sarcastic dark god is back. How did I ever get so lucky?

“Let's do this.” We walk in and sitting is an older male with strong features and tired eyes. He's seen his share of fighting. Maybe we can finally put this to rest. They stand when we come in.

“Thank you for meeting with us. This is Alec, my number 2, and my fiancée Nelly.” Dylan’s eyes go wide. The last time he saw me, I had put his balls in a vice using my heels. Sniveling fucking snake with a Smurf’s dick. I glare at him.

The older guy says, “I'm Greg. I took over for Aaron upon his demise. This is Dylan.”

“We're familiar.”

Greg replies, “Your name is familiar.”

“I used to be a rebel until I was turned on by Aaron and my best friend Tarawho tried to kill me.”

Greg cocks his head. “I had heard you died, so you can understand my surprise that you are standing here.”

Vincent says nonchalantly, “I wasn't prepared to lose her, so l turned her.”

Dylan looks at me, “So are you one of them now?”

“Yes. You have a problem with it, dickhead?”

“It's Dylan and you know that, Nelly.” He is a condescending asshooe. If we weren't trying to broker peace, I would show this asshole his place.

“Dickhead suits you better, you snake.” Vincent holds back a snicker because he hates flippers as much as I do.

Greg says, “Enough. What did you want to discuss, Vincent?”

“A truce. An end to all the fighting. You guys stop hunting us and trying to experiment on us in exchange, we'll release those in the cells and those being tortured. As well as those we have placed in our services unless they wish to stay,” Vincent proposes.

“So you want to end this?” he asks.

Vincent nods, “Yes. I think we have all endured enough loss in our lives.” 

“Why should we trust you?” Dylan asks.

“Could say the same for you because I know you fed intel to the hordes because I was at one of those meetings,” I spat.

Just then, the door opened and Quinn came in with what I'm assuming is his pack mate. “Are we late?”

“Quinn, now is not the time for games,” Vincent says.

“Oh, I couldn't agree more. However, I have a question for this little prick.”  He points his finger at Dylan. “Do you think it's funny to hunt my pack? If so, I will rip you in half from throat to balls.” I look at Dylan and mouth ‘Ouch, you fucked up big time.’

Greg asks, “You can't be certain it was him.”

Quinn grins, “Oh, I do. Would you like the pictures?” We all turn and look at Dylan.

“Quinn, how was your pack attacked?” Vincent asks.

“Arrows,” Quinn sneers. Oh, shit! Dylan is so fucking dead! Vincent was turning red, and I saw his fists clinch.

“Vincent, baby, don't do it,” I plead.

Greg asks, “What is going on?”

Vincent's intense gaze pierces through Greg and Dylan as he speaks. "Your friend there sent someone to attack the wolves, resulting in Nelly getting shot in the leg by an arrow last week. I took care of the guy, but now I'm starting to question if they were targeting Nelly and me."

Alec interjects, "If that's the case, I believe it's time to end this meeting."

"No! I want this resolved, and I want to return to whatever family I have left. Dylan, what have you done?" Greg demands.

Dylan nonchalantly shrugs, "Nothing, they're lying."

Quinn scoffs, "Really? Then explain this..." Quinn presents a photo of Dylan with three men armed with bows - one shooting at the wolves, one shooting at Quinn, and one shooting at me.

“You fucking bastard! I should rip your dick off and shove it in your mouth before I rip your head off!”

Dylan shakes his head and puts his hands up. “It's not what it seems.”

“Seems to me that you are playing both sides,” Greg replies.

“Your men took a shot at Nelly! You are the reason she got hurt! I'll kill you!” Vincent roars.

“Boss…” Alec warns.

Quinn chuckles, “Hate to burst your bubble, Living Deadman. I want him. He killed two of my pack mates.”