Restlessloner. I thought about what you said, and I respect you because you were the first person to call me on it. I knew and still know that the majority of readers on this site are American, and still I felt the need to rant and give my opinion.

I have such opinions and am free to speak them because while in the states I received unfair judgment, because of my style and because I was seen flirting with a man of color, by many many people (I'd sympathize with one or two but it passed that by vast majority). I too offense to that. But because I respect you, not as an American, but as a person, I took it down.

The fact is I said what I said because I admit that I do not know the names of cities of states. I admitted this so American bashers could not flame me for faking it, it has been done and I saw no need for it. I am not American why should I know the capitals especially when said bashers tried to name Toronto as our nations capital in their flame.

"Swim nationals bitches," Reid shouted over the noise of the subway car he and the entire swim team of Spencer rode upon at the moment, completely unconcerned about the quartet of strangers that sat at the very rear of said car.

They were heading back from a night of thorough celebration that had been had in the state Colorado where this year's national competition was being held. All of them totally riled up and extremely excited about the days to come that none had noticed the oddity of the group of people with whom they presently shared transportation.

The group was clothed to the fullest extent. The only bits visible were pale faces and in a few rare cases even paler hands. If they'd been closer the red rim around their irises may have thrown them off but no one really cared with whom or what they were riding with at the moment.

Even if they had known they wouldn't have really feared overly, not with the Sons of Ipswich at hand. Everyone at Spencer knew the power the sons had, everyone knew that in the world around them Caleb Danvers, Reid Garwin, Tyler Simms and Pogue Parry could hold their own against things that went bump in the night.

That was why they didn't know or care that the group of individuals who ignored them as thoroughly as they were ignored were Vampires.

Yes, Vampires exist as do many other atrocities, other paranormals of nature in this world of which we reside. And yes the world in which we reside knows about them. They know about the Sons and the Covenant.

The sons were accepted easily so as per their human nature, in other words that fact that they die like normal people, others though were not so lucky. Centuries of fear and prejudice won out.

Jealousy held sway even more so. Humans as a species like to believe that they were the furthest evolution has ever gotten, that they were at the top of the food chain and that the only thing that held any threat was death but that was a threat that everything had to deal with. To find out that there were things that could kill a person as easily as said person could kill a cow was unsettling. To discover that death didn't effect everyone that resided in the 'center of the universe' wrought discontent. To find out that humanity was not the most evolved creature in the world, that they were not the height of power, well only terror and anger could follow, thus leading to the anti-inhuman terrorist cells that were ever popping up, nothing more then terrified citizens trying to make themselves feel better by attacking first even if provocation has not yet been offered.

The entire get the threat before the threat gets you theory holds more sway in humanity then anyone would ever try to admit.

The Sons of Ipswich though had managed to curve the fears of their peers. The spoke of the rights the "Para's" had within the limits of their school and managed to turn a few from the fears of their forefathers. The student body of Spencer had become the new generation, accepting the world around them as what it was. Even if they had known the nature of their traveling company they would not have even uttered a word of hatred, unless provoked of course.

That wasn't so true of those who stumbled aboard the subway a the very next stop.

A group of some seven individuals, six males, one female all around the ages of seventeen to perhaps twenty. All of them absolutely roaring with laughter drowning out the cheers of the Spencer team.

Tyler and company watched the new comers with mild interest momentarily pondering if trouble was about to rise up and rear it's ugly head.

How right they were to wonder.

The single female's head snapped around so fast one might have thought she'd been struck by an invisible hand, the only thing that wrought this thought false was the wicked grin she had in place as her eyes focused on the rear portion of the car with the intensity of a hound that had just caught wind of it's prey.

Tyler took in her thick mane of dark brown hair, and a mane it was reminding him of a lion so that he thought for a mere second that perhaps she was a lion shifter, then of course the though vanished as everyone knew only the male shifters would have such a mane. Her dark brown eyes though were filled with a wild manner that was somewhat exotic to behold and told of some animalistic nature. But then even humans can fall to the primitive characteristics of the wild now and again.

Her small hand snapped back and struck one of her companions in the chest lightly to catch his attention. In turn he glanced at her in questioning concern before following her gaze only to have the same feral grin fall into place across his smooth features.

It was obvious to anyone that these two were twins. The same strong build, smooth features and similar coloring. Even that wicked grin that spoke of pleasure and pain at the same time was the same. The sense of self knowing and the air of confidence bordering on arrogance surrounded these two not competing with one another's aura, but reinforcing each other. Not to say that it brought to mind that each needed the other, by all accounts it was obvious that these two would do just as well individually as they did together.

"Leeches."

The word hit the air like a curse and the twins moved forward together.

The male headed straight down the middle walk, direct and abrupt. His sister though weaved in and out of the metal poles gracefully the thrill of the hunt evident in her eyes. It was obvious that in a fight she'd dodge blows easily and slip into one's guard without much trouble while her brother would walk right through the defensed unconcerned by the harm that may happen to him in the process. Together they'd make a formidable pair in any rumble in this concrete jungle.

Suddenly it all made sense. With that one words everything about the situation was explained.

Leech was the greatest insult one could give a vampire. Just as Mutt was the chosen insult in return for Werewolves.

Everyone in the world knew the hierarchy or humanity had been changed. Everyone knew that the two species at the top were ever at war with one another ever since their conception.

Werewolves and Vampires were the strongest, the fastest, the immortals in a mortal world. One lived off the lives of those around it stealing lives, strengths and abilities, the other lived with basic desires and instinct. The best of the best that humanity and pack had to offer all into one. Basic instinct is basic because it works.

Wolves despised Vampires because they were nothing more then parasites, they lived off of others, something no self respecting wolf could do. They may live in a pack but they never shirk duty and lean on family to protect them.

Vampires despised wolves for their freedoms in life. Their adaptability, their complete lack of need. Wolves didn't need to eat. They didn't need to prey on others. They didn't even need the packs they live in. All they did was live as they chose to do and nothing more.

They are the highest of high in this structure of life. They were it in this world in which we lived. And now, at this very moment, they were it on this very subway car.

After those two ever warring fractions of evolution were the Sons of Ipswich and every other Warlock on the planet. They could die but they were certainly hard to kill. Along side them in this second place position were shifters, and smaller weres; foxes, coyote and the likes. The strength of an animal but human nature. They could never give into killing instinct as the moonlings.

Bronze went to Witches, servants of the circle. They were only given this space because they were above humans, barely so, forever choosing peaceful alternatives to violence. Though once in awhile a witch was born that went above her race, bringing some sort of pride and shame all at once. Along side them were the servants of others, zombies, the rare seer servant to the inner eye, chameleons and those such things that have no real power.

Dead last was humanity in all it's weakest forms.

Tyler glanced at Caleb and the others. Their 'leader' merely shook his head indicating that they were not to get involved in any way shape or form. This was not their fight, and truth be told, they didn't exactly stand a chance against true immortals.

The first twin swept by, power in each step seemingly oblivious to the congregation of bleeders they had on this train ride.

His sister though smiled almost seductively as she scanned the group of humans. Her eyes clearly telling what she'd do to them given the chance.

It was said that Werewolves had an inner demon. One that they kept in check. One that their energies powered. But without releasing said demon the strength was ever going so a new outlet had to be found. It was said that sex was their chosen outlet. It was assumed that all wolves were nothing more then promiscuous whores who would probably kill you if you didn't satisfy.

Of course that was what was said and Tyler was never quite sure if he believed it. The part about the demon part he knew to be true but the whores part never really clicked into place. It made sense to him that rather then use their energies to destroy life the alternative was to use it to create it. That wolves were just very free spirited and the morals of humanity should not be forced on things that just weren't entirely human.

Her smile faltered when she met his eyes though. As if seeing the thoughts that ran through his head. That he didn't agree with the normal assumption of her kind. She met his eyes and stopped.

Tyler swallowed hard as he continued to stare into those dark depths that were windows to her wild soul. He couldn't tell if she was about to lash out at him in anger or in passion and her eyes gave away nothing but an animal lust for something. Blood or bliss, it didn't matter because he knew that both were something wolves lusted after.

"Damn."

Her lips barely moved and her voice was soft but it carried to his ears as if she had whispered it onto his neck.

"You bleeders better move to the front of the bus this is about to get ugly," A deep rumble of a voice came from beside her.

Tyler tore his gaze from the she wolf to the man who suddenly stood before them.

He was of average height but slightly more then average build. A boxer probably by the looks of him. He was light on his toes as if constantly waiting for a fight, a fight that was about to break out right then, but he also looked like he'd give it twice as good as he got.

Caleb nodded and stood, Tyler and the others following suit.

The youngest son of Ipswich caught one last glance into those deep dark pools of passion before he was ushered along to the front of the car.

Before they even completely relocated hell broke loose behind them.

They'd heard insult thrown briefly but one of the Vampires attacked without warning leaving claw marks across the male twins face.

Tyler caught sight of the unknown girl leading the way into the fray, slipping under one of the leeches guard and snapping his neck.

It wouldn't kill the immortal just render him useless for a moment or two. A moment he obviously did not have as she placed a boot onto his neck, crushing it even further before reaching down and literally ripping the head off of the body.

Sounds of disgust and one of his peers being physically ill was heard but all Tyler saw was this brown haired demon smiling into the dead face of her victim before being caught from behind unawares.

She fell to the floor a snarling she monster of a vampire on her chest trying to bury claws into the brunette's throat but enable to do so as said brunette caught hold of her assailant's wrists and was holding them at bay, barely.

"Siv!" Her twin roared as he dove for his sister only to be knocked aside by another vampire.

"Koli," she snarled back suddenly releasing the she-vamps wrist and wrapping a hand around the undead's throat just as claws sunk into hers. The shock held the night walker at bay only for a moment, a moment that once ended would lead to Siv's demise.

Tyler lashed out suddenly saving Siv's life by crushing the Vampire against the subway car's wall for a second.

The three remaining vampires glanced at him for a split second and he briefly regretted drawing attention his way.

Vampire's are not fools though. They may be able to take on a Warlock, or even four in this case. But four warlocks and seven werewolves? There was no chance in hell.

The woman leech flew upwards, attaching herself to the ceiling of the car and ripped open the emergency escape hatch, disappearing seconds later leaving her comrades to follow of fall.

Follow seemed to be the more popular choice as the duo went for the hatch at the same time, struggling momentarily before escaping what would be certain death.

Koli stood slowly his dark eyes, mirrors to that of his sisters sans the lust, fell on the group of humans and Warlocks.

"Siv?" He called softly without removing his gaze from Tyler.

"I'm fine," she growled as she stood up four and one puncture holes in her throat, all of this bleeding a fair amount down onto her pale green graffiti t-shirt.

"Good," Koli replied before making his way towards the Spencer students.

"Leave him brother," she snapped sensing his intention.

Koli glanced back swiftly as if believing he'd misheard.

"He saved my life." She replied simply stepping forward, laying a hand on her twin's shoulder, eyes resting on Tyler.

"That's not the only reason you want him spared," Koli all but spat.

She smiled knowingly, "You're right. Either way," she shrugged in sudden dis concern.

"Either way they can go to authorities." Koli replied eyes coming back to the pack of bleeders.

"They won't." She replied the picture of calmness.

"They will."

She removed her hand from his shoulder, eyes suddenly a dead cold, Tyler only caught a glimpse of it before she turned to stare her brother down, "I'll fight you for it."

Her words hung in the air, the individuals of their pack who stood behind their Alpha's perked up at the declaration. It was always a show and a half when the twins went at each other. Sibling rivalry and all such things.

Koli, as on the rare occasion, backed down as the train rolled to its next stop.

"Bleeders aren't worth it."

"They aren't. Warlocks might be though," she smiled as her brother growled in warning.

"This is our stop, get off." He pushed her towards the exit.

"You know it's not this one. It's the one after the next," she replied calmly still making for the door.

"GO!" Koli roared as if she'd stopped to argue rather then continued on the course he'd set for her.

She exited amongst a pack of snickering werewolves, her brother's pack to be precise.

Koli made for the door but before exiting took one last long hard look at Tyler as if weighing his worth then reached into his jacket pocket.

He pulled out a small white card, flicked in with his finger as if to be sure Tyler's attention was focused on the small piece of paper, then tucked it into the metal seam that was between the wall and door.

With that the Alpha left the car and the card to the discretion of the bleeders.

Silence reigned supreme as the rail car lurched forward returning to its never ending journey, every set of eyes planted firmly on that small white piece of paper left by the pack of Werewolves that ever threatened to fall to the floor with every rough patch to subway car hit.

"Screw this," Reid snarled with impatience starting forward before anyone could stop him. He all but tore the card free causing Tyler to momentarily fear his best friend tearing it in half.

Reid's gaze scanned the card with mild concern.

"The Full Moon. It's a business card for one of those shifter were night clubs," he stated matter of factly as he made to return to the congregation of humans and Warlocks.

Caleb reached out for the card which Reid handed over without argument before throwing himself down into a seat.

Tyler felt his best friend's eyes following as he leaned over Caleb's shoulder to catch a glimpse of the message from the wolves. There was the print of a black moon, a cut out of a howling wolf, clique but gave good insight as to what the club consisted of.

"What are we supposed to do with that?" Pogue asked as he followed Reid's example and took a seat.

The rest of the team edged away knowing full and well that when the circle of warlocks start a conversation about their world norms would be better to make a swift exit.

"It's an invitation," Tyler pointed out suddenly his quick mind able to grasp the importance of the words at the extreme bottom of the card in small print was a less then comforting more then cryptic invitation;

"Keep pace, keep up, follow close or fall forgotten, bask in the light of the Full Moon."

"So first they threated to kill us, then invite us to one of their clubs." Pogue stated smoothly.

"I hear those places are the shit and hard to get into. I mean if you can't get fangs or fur you don't get in." Reid pointed out.

"You're only interested because wolves are all whores," Pogue replied shortly.

"What can I say? That bitch, and I mean that in a literal sense, was hot."

"The only problem is she was looking at Tyler and not you Princess," Pogue retorted with a short smile.

"We'll see how long that lasts," Reid replied returning the smile before allowing his fierce blue eyes to rest on his best friend.

Both Reid and Tyler knew that no matter how much Reid may want a girl if Tyler showed the faintest interest the blond would back off and on top of that give a hand if needed. If anything Reid would compete with the youngest Warlock only to make himself an ass and make his 'brother' look better because he hated how his best friend lived in the shadows of their little club.

"So are we going?" Tyler asked managing to keep the majority of his interest in check.

Pogue and Caleb looked at him brows raised, as if he'd lost his damn mind. Reid merely leaned back, fingers playing on his chin as he smiled in amusement.

Tyler allowed his startling blue eyes to roam over the stands for what was probably the umpteenth time. He didn't know why he kept thinking to see those dark brown eyes, a thick mane of hair anything that spoke of her. He knew she wouldn't be here, why would she come to watch him swim? He didn't even know her name. She didn't even know he was a swimmer. Why would she come?

He was standing on the block, prepared to make his first heat of the first day of the swim championships. Thursday, this day, as well as Friday were given over the the qualifying heats. Saturday was the semi-finals. Sunday was the finals.

The gun sounded, leaving Tyler stuttering in his thoughts, leaving the block far too late.

Reid watched his best friend barely place in his first heat of the day. Fourth and the last qualifying place to move forward. A second Spencer student had competed in the back stroke along side baby boy but everyone thought he'd get fourth, if he was lucky. But there he was, in third with Tyler struggling in behind.

"If keeps that up..." Pogue groaned leaving the sentence open.

"Can you blame him?" Reid countered earning himself a glance from his two distant brothers.

"What are you talking about?" Caleb asked keeping the edge of a demand free from his voice.

"He's thinking about that girl from last night, isn't it obvious? That and the fact that you never really gave him a definite answer about going to that club tonight."

"It was a no, I thought that that was fairly obvious."

"Well good luck with that one," Reid replied coolly leaning back against the wall as he watched his roommate pull himself free of water's grasp.

"What do you mean?" Pogue asked, the demand sinking into his voice quite nicely.

"How often does Tyler get the girl?" Reid replied suddenly as if off topic.

Pogue hesitated pondering where Reid was planning on taking this but Caleb opened his mouth to reply.

"Not often enough and you know that Caleb. Question two, how often does Tyler get a girl as hot as that wolf was?"

This question brought complete silence from the other two Son's of Ipswich.

"Exactly. You may say no but honestly I think Tyler is contemplating going tonight. With or without us. Which would you rather it be?"

A third stretch of silence.

"But she's a wolf," Pogue spoke up after a quick recovery.

"And?"

Caleb stepped in, "You may think Tyler getting laid is a great plan but what about after when he gets his heart broken? He's not a one night stand kind of guy, and you know that Reid She will use him and toss him it's what they do."

"Don't you think he knows that? Tyler isn't as innocent as we'd all like to believe. He knows what they do, it's his choice Caleb. So what's it going to be boys? Do we go with Baby Boy into the den of the pack, or do we just throw him to the wolves?" Reid finished feeling quiet proud of his analogy.

At that very moment a disgruntled Tyler approached them.

"Choke much?" Reid smiled as he clapped a hand on his brother's back.

"Shut up," Tyler replied in distaste slightly more then mildly out of character as his eyes scanned the crowd again in distraction.

"Tyler," Caleb spoke up quietly, "About the Full Moon."

That caught his attention.

"We've decided," Reid jumped in, "That if you place for the semi finals for Saturday we should celebrate. The rest of us will place but you my dear friend seem to be the weak link today. So you place, the Full Moon is ours."

Caleb didn't really appreciate Reid's interruption but the offer did make sense.

Of course Tyler was slightly less then trusting of his best friend's statement and glanced at the oldest member of their circle for confirmation.

Caleb gave it while trying to ignore the feeling of disapproval he had within.