The fevered screams emanating out of Chester's hallowed sub clubs tipped off the members of the nine who had returned from the third conference of Dublin's immortals. Two figures bathed in shadows, moved infinitesimally faster at the sound. The man leading moved like a boxer on cocaine. He was sleek, cold and calculating. The patrons of Chesters would best describe him as the businessman with the face of a scarred Gucci model. The business man referred to in his present incarnation as Ryodan furrowed his brow at the sounds of the volatile massacre occurring on his premise.

"Fuck boss…Fade was supposed to be on watchout duty. The fuck is he doing?" Lor growled.

"Not his fucking job, that's what."

The two figures quickly crossed over to the secret entrance reserved for them, and shot down into the depths of depravity which was the nightclub.

What awaited them was something which would cool even the blood of the most savage and barbaric. Ryodan and the man named Lor looked down over the railings of Chester's upper floor to see the remnants of a blood bath. Every single fae in the nightclub was dead. Fae corpses littered the floor. Seelie and unseelie indiscriminately slaughtered everywhere one cared to look.

Blood was haphazardly splattered over each and every surface of the different sub clubs. From their vantage point they could see that the shrieks, cries and wails of despair came from the human waitresses and waiters. Those who were able to still stand were huddled together, trying to compress themselves into corners as if they could hide. Many were sprawled out on the floor; whilst some still had the sense to crawl behind bars and tables in shelter.

But, what caught the nine's attention was a solitary figure, bathed head to toe in blood. The feminine figure stood with an almost… casual air? She was surrounded on all four sides by the soaked blood red walls of the kiddie sub club. Humans clambered around her like she was the scourge, running for the exits. Yet she simply hooked on elegant calf around the other and tapped her fingers on her thigh. Looking no more discomfited than if she were caught in a minor traffic jam. Seemingly waiting for something.

The beast turned machine named Ryodan took all this information in milliseconds and narrowed his eyes. He knew exactly who the solitary figure was. Hell her blood lived in his veins. How could he not know? The Nordic blond was much slower on the uptake however.

"What the fuck? Who's this bitch?"

The female figure heard the soft utterance and her head shot up in their direction. The blood red had drenched already red hair, so that her breath taking face was framed by a surreal halo of deep red. Her stunning features not marred one bit by the blood sprayed over her cheeks. Rather strangely enhanced. Her brilliance and intensity magnified. She focused her luminous green gold cat eyes on the two figures watching her. Her casual stance immediately corded with tension.

"What the f-? Who the hell?" Lor silently swore.

"It's … Dani."

And so chapter one ends...lol. Review if you want more? I need an outlet for my Dani and Ryodan fangirling since there are a pathetic amount of fanfics about them. I thought I'd make some? Tell me what you guys think?