Hallo!! Welcome to my first Blood Ties Fanfiction, now sadly I don't own any of the characters(apart from mine of course:P) or the plots of Tanya Huff or the creators of Blood Ties, enjoy!!!

The crowds, hundreds of humans undulating in dance, lost to the emotions that gripped at them in the frenzied movements of the ancient and primitive. The scent of the humans swept fiercely through the thick and sticky air like a tidal wave, confined within the area of the clubs four walls; an miasma of sweat and acrid humanity lashed against me in overpowering rays and clung to the small and fine hairs of my nostrils, to my clothes, to my hair. It dragged me down into the swamp of humanity, where I had once; so very long ago belonged to.

The myriad of human emotion that rushed through the air freely, more freely than they could have ever done in the stern rigidity of everyday living, their inhibitions leaving as alcohol passed their lips and burned down their throats.
I could feel everything, the normally feathery brushes of emotion turning into needle sharp daggers that dragged across my mind and filled me with feelings of freedom and happiness that I had not been privy to for a long time.

But even through this, the out of control chaos that thrummed in time to the screaming hums of trance music, the shuddering thumps beating next to my very own heart-I could smell something else, something so very old and yet familiar, it smelt of home and of my childhood, it sent the warmth of the sun on my limbs and brought with it vague remembrance of safety and comfort; it was a scent that had not touched me in nearly five centuries-it was his scent.

My hand flew to my heart, my white fingers grabbing a cluster of the black velvet, feeling the hard coolness of the centuries old pendant that hung at my throat. Icy tendrils snaked their way into my veins, their icy shards tearing and cutting, the painful emotions bursting in my chest with such strength that I half expected to look down and see a great, gaping hole resting in its place.

His name, a murmur of wind passing between my lips, followed by a strangled cry and I surged forward, shoving past the dancing and carefree humans in my path, breath bursting in jagged gasps, desperation colouring my senses red. I tore at my hair, spinning on the spot, glazed eyes feverishly through the enquiring eyes and stifled laughter at the antics of the mad woman that had taken my place. I called brokenly, my voice cracking my words into its separate syllables, a rough edge of hysteria bordering on my sobbed shouts-the scent was fading.

And the scent bleed away, that sharp musky smell blending seamlessly into the thick stench. I could feel my world twisting around me; the remnants of my sanity leaving with his scent. I snarled; the scent of my blood swirled to me, emitting from the wounds my nails had inflicted upon the skin of my palms and with a blood curdling scream, I released my sorrow to the earth and collapsed to the floor, the black velvet dress pooling like black blood about me, the sheer blackness absorbing the flickering of the crazy strobe lights and emphasized the abyss I found myself seated in the middle of.

The faintest swirl of his unique smell remaining behind in my memory and I clenched my eyes shut, ensnaring the salty tears in inhuman green cages and I cradled my head in my bleeding hands, my blood mixing with the pure, crystalline tears that had slipped past their barriers.

"Come on love, I think you've had to much to drink"

A male voice, hands gripped at me, hauling me to my feet, leading me away unseeing and bleeding, only barely aware of the sudden kiss of cold and clean air and the blissful retraction of the horrible stink, nothing mattered at that moment.

Find him, don't let him leave again

A whisper in my mind, and one that had me laying down ideas in a rapidly forming wall and I began to chant softly, a mantra in my mind-I am a hunter, he shall be my prey, I will find you-My brother.

Dawn, I could feel its distant caress against my partially bare skin, the gentle warmth that would only grow increasingly hotter as the sun steadily rose, until it was full and high in the sky and it rays were scolding and destructive, lashing death and aggression upon me and once again I was barred from the earth and left to hide in darkness.

A sigh, a slight exhalation of breath brushed against my lips and with it, it brought a melancholy that ate away at me without mercy; he had been so close and I had allowed him to slip through my outstretched fingers. For hundreds of years he had been at the back of my mind, but he had been only a memory, a fond memory that I could look to when I felt my worst; but even with that fondness of remembrance came that pang of unbearable loss, the reminder of centuries of rumours and false alarms, the reminder of your hopes being dashed again and again and again, until you were forced to admit you have never been right in the first place-I had used to believe him to be alive and my obsession to find him had lead me to near killed me more times than I could ever imagine and it had driven me slowly insane, but it had been all that had driven me to stay alive.

Yet after about two centuries of madness, of obsession and of pain , I was forced to admit that I had never been right, that deep down he had always been dead and that all I had been following were pipe dreams that would never come true; I mean who can raise the dead? Certainly not me and that's what had hurt the most, he was dead…long dead, centuries dead and I still had searched for him, like a child chases stray balloons on the wind, I had been a fool, following a crazy route.

But tonight? Tonight had changed everything! Every rumour and reported sighting I had ever heard had been right, hundreds of years of thinking I was caught in the grip of delusions and insanity were blown away, decades of believing whole heartedly that I simply couldn't let go of an old ghost wiped clean and it was more damaging that I could have ever imagined, it was pushing me perilously close to the railway lines of madness once again.

The rays of the sun began brushing the pavements, causing them to glow in such a kaleidoscopic array of colours that for the briefest second all worries were soothed away, before the scalding heat became unbearable and I dived through the doorway of a nearby derelict building, unable to reach my home in time for the suns rising, retreating into the shadowy confines, looking out over the budding light and sighed, the soft sound conveying my regret and sorrows and an desperate longing for the sun on my skin, as it had done when we had been children.

The burdens of my soul suddenly became heavier and the lunacy vibrated through my veins with renewed urgency and I knew of only one cure that could save me from the clutches of madness-my brother,

"Henry"

So, what does everyone think? Do you think I should continue? I would really appreciate feedback! Thank you!