Miguel was thinking about Mia. And her daughter with Ember. The son he had lost. It was so sad. And it made him jealous. And bitter and angry, and feel foolish. Mean thoughts spread in his mind, that he should've expected something like that from a woman like her. She had known he was going to get married. And she'd wrecked it. But as they say, it takes two. He'd probably been making bad decisions on substances.

It made him sick to his stomach what he was feeling.

There were leaned over the car window and hurled some of his meal up. He'd apparently eaten some type of animal from the forrest. 

Its blood and guts spewed from his lips.

He drank some of his mixed drink, then got out the car with some water. Fuck this, he wasn't sitting here crying about that ho. 

He was jealous. And embarrassed. 

Ember had a chld and he did not, with the same woman. Living child, that is. He was insanely, crazily, jealous. He had to hurt one of them. But he felt afraid. He knew Ember didn't like him. Mia had a living daughter and dead son. Family was important to him. So were his friends. This was sickening, a group of kids had been taken into a supernatural world. Why. Chosen. Why them. 

He needed someone to fill the voic of all the death and the holes from the drug use. Everywhere. Or alcohol. He couldn't help it, he sunk into his bed and started crying, so many feelings, managing to keep up what he'd eaten. He adjusted his skirt and then fell asleep, knowing that we're trained to cry in our pillows. He hadn't in a minute. A long one.

What had been different about tonight?

He was waiting at the auction, for somethIng actually interesting. He had seen it all. Mostly. Being over 100 yrs old. But stuck looking like he was in his 20s. His green eyes noticed a suffering woman, and he knew she was a wolf. He had a secret, he had transformed. Recently. And he was deemed guardian of the hybrids. But oh well. That had been a long time ago. She was trying not to cry, he could tell. She was takIng the pain well... or maybe not.
He was actually angry, angry about Itzl making him this. But Itzl was far older than he. Oh well.He hated wolves. Sometimes. He watched her, predator, he went here for amusement. She seemed so fragile. When he really got a good look at her.
"Ember was known here. "How much for this one?" He didn't want to spend too much... Surely they would cut him a deal. A sadistic smirk went over the vampire's face. He was already exhilarated with the idea of bringing her, or someone home. He stood about 6'7 with long red hair and tattoos all over his arms. He wore a long black coat, and had a cane in one hand. Not too many people knew about this. He could hear her fragile mind breaking under the realizations she was having

Laughter. He was laughng. At the crumpled body of the were woman. With her collar at least makng her semi desirable. He grabbed her by it, wonderng if he'd be so rough the collar would be broken. He sneered.
"Welcome to my home...Puts a whole new meaning to dog," His sharp teeth were close to her. One hand sunk into her blonde locks, carting her away to the dungeon, that many of the members of the castle didn't know was there. Secret. Room.
For...the prince.
He was.
"You may call me Ember, you?" Pale green eyes watched her for her answer. He was like a snake. A skull barbell was in his tongue, flashing as he spoke. He tilted her head with his hand in her hair, he wanted to feed. He loomed, hungrier and hungrier. Some of his exes had thought he was the Devil. Incarnate. Or at least, a devil. And that was truer than true. He ddn't mind feeding off a wolf. He was about to show her the room. Maybe.