This is just a few parts in the book that I would have loved to have heard Abe's POV. It's not the full story, just bits and pieces. I hope you enjoy it

Warm blood came down my throat in a steady rhythm, soothing the burning hunger that never completely faded. I felt as if I had been in a dry heat for months and was now bathing in icy water. Excitement came in bursts as I fell into blood coma. I was in a place where things didn't matter and people lived without regret.

I minute passed and I wanted to keep drinking. Every muscle in my body screamed at me, telling me to drink and never stop, if I didn't stop, I would finally calm the never ending hunger.

This was a battle I fought with myself, with every visit with a feeder. It was a battle we all fought. What everyone –that isn't Moroi—doesn't realize, is that we have to have a great deal of self-control just to eat. I –of course—ignored the raging voice and pulled my fangs from the moaning woman. I looked on –amused—at her dopey smile.

Suddenly my cell phone rang. I wiped my mouth and pulled it out as I walked out the door –ignoring the cheerful girl telling me to come again soon.

"Hello?" I said answering the phone when I was out of ear shot.

I heard someone clear there throat and narrowed my eyes. What the hell?

"Abe" My heart stopped and I practically dropped the phone. I juggled with it for a moment before getting it to my ear again. I opened my mouth to speak, but realized I didn't know what to say.

"Janine?" I said finally.

"Yes" she said formally. I smiled. Being a guardian was something that she never took a break from. It used to annoy the hell out of me, but it had been such a long time since id heard her voice, it made me happy.

"What can I do for you today?" I asked cheerfully. I couldn't let her hear the raging emotions that were flying through my head.

"Um" her voice cracked and my heart broke. She coughed again, in a way that made it seem like she were angry at herself for showing weakness. Some things never change. "It's Rose." My heart broke. Again.

Hearing her name made me feel an empty pit in my stomach. Rose. My daughter. I absently pulled a picture from my wallet. It was a little girl with deep brown eyes and long brown hair. It was the only picture I had ever seen of my daughter. Janine had sent it to me. It was her first day of kindergarten . I coughed and put on my –as Janine would have called it—guardian face.

"What about her?" I asked trying –unsuccessfully to keep the worry out of my voice. I loved my daughter. I loved her without even knowing her. The first time I looked at that picture, I had cried. The love that racked through my body for that little girl, was too much to bear.

Janine's façade failed and the fear and worry in her voice came loud and clear.

"She's gone. I—I don't know where she is! She dropped out of school, and left. She didn't tell anyone where she was going. Not even the princess!" I knew who she was talking about. I may not have known my daughter, but I knew a lot about her. "Abe I'm worried. She—her mentor died. They were so close. I have never seen her so upset, and now she's gone! Oh God, Abe. I'm so worried." My heart was pounding a mile a minute. Gone. My daughter. My little girl. Gone. I tried to wrap my brain around it.

Janine coughed seeming to realized the desperation in her voice. "I know you have contacts and I need you to tell them to find her, Abe. She was so upset Abe. So depressed. I'm so scared she might do something stupid." With that I snapped out of my daze.

"We'll find her, Janine. I'll find her. Don't worry." I put all the worry out of my voice and replaced it with fake confidence. Janine was so scared right now. I had to make this better. "Everything will be fine." I vowed.

She took a few deep breathes. "I have to go." She said "Find her Abe." She said so fiercely "Find our daughter." With that she hung up. For just a moment I imagined my daughter, I imagined what she would look like now, twelve years later. I imagined her as a beautiful young woman. All the sudden and image came to mind of the beautiful child in the picture, on her own. All alone walking. Rose was a very capable fighter, everyone, everywhere knew that, but still. The worry flooded me like a tidal wave. I was drowning in it.

I stabbed in the numbers of my first contact. I gave them all the information they needed, and told them to call me if they found her. I had told them this with a fierceness I had never known. A fierceness only a father knew. I called many more people after that, giving everyone I knew her name, and telling them to find her. I wouldn't let anything happen to my little girl. I. Would. Find her.