The wound once deep within an internal organ has healed now that lovers and brothers alike were found, an abandoned house acting like a cage never to be entered or exited. Though the eldest of the circle had discovered the hidden place, many centuries later after the sorrow and retribution had rooted deep between his stomach and lungs. Bloodied knuckles and breathless the vampire had to rupture the walls they slept in, four lovers brothers resting in a hell that wasn’t thought they would escape from. “Brothers, wake from the command of the white oak, wake from the life of my palms.” The eldest’s pale digits wrapped around each dagger, Tristan, Adrian, Dominic and Spencer was the order they were resurrected. “Brothers?” Questions the empty space, no longer the only living dead.
