Time was never Cal's friend ... well Cal had very few friends but that was beside the point. Time never seemed to go at a designated pace, sometimes it flew and sometimes it dragged. Cal was quite often in life or death situations and it's not like they dragged out but the time in between them did. Most of the more severe life or death situations he found himself in involved his relatives. In that case many people would think his father belonged to a crime gang or some crap like that but they couldn't be more wrong. No Cal's daddy wasn't a criminal, he was much worse. He was a monster. That is not an insult to his father it is the plain, literal truth. Cal Leandros' father was a walking, snarling, maniacle, psychotic nightmare. This nightmare had a name, he was known as an auphe. The nightmare of the supernatural comunity. While human mothers told their kids not to be afraid of the monsters under their bed, supernatural mothers told their rugrats to be afraid, be very afraid of the auphe.

'What's the time?' Cal thought. 8:38pm. About six minutes since the last time he asked himself. 'Suck it father time. You're seriously pissing me off.'

The twenty-three year old half human, half auphe was lounging on his living-room couch having pleasant thoughts about how he would kill time ... although plotting how to kill an inanimate concept wasn't nearly as satisfying as plotting to kill something living with a beating heart. Something that would wriggle in your grasp and fight for it's life. The sound of the apartment door opening interupted Cal's disturbing musings and the young being reached his hand under one of the sofa cushions where he kept a desert eagle. It was his favourite gun, light, neatly shaped and easy to load. This particular one was a small six inches which Cal kept around the house just incase. Just in case what? Some might ask. Well, you never know. The twenty-three year old had a firm grip on the aforementioned 'Just-in-case-gun', as he dubbed it. This grip loosened immeidiately when he saw his older brother come through the door.

Niko might have thought his little brother was being paranoid. Of course it was him. Who else had a key to their apartment? However no-one who knew Cal could really blame him for acting like that. You could even argue that it was paranoia that kept them alive. Niko had spent his fair share of time in that mental state himself. Niko took off his coat and sat himself down beside his brother, "What's wrong?" he demanded.

"What makes you think something is wrong?" asked Cal not looking at his brother.

"You have that tense, irritated look on your face. I haven't seen that look on your face since the first time we met Goodfellow."

Robin Goodfellow was a puck. A centuries-old creature who was as old as humanity perhaps even older. The two of the brothers had made friends with him a couple of years ago. Cal cared for the annoying, sexually charged immortal but he would never tell him that. Right now Cal didn't want to think about Goodfellow he just wanted to lie down and go to sleep, forget ... everything but at this rate Niko wasn't going to let him go to bed any time soon. "We can stay here all night if you want little brother but like it or not you're going to tell me what's bothering you."

Cal gave a long-suffering sigh and decided that, as usual against Niko obedience was a less troublesome path than defiance. Cal took another moment to curse time and turned to face his brother. Just as he was about to open his mouth the phone rang. Both brothers looked at the phone Niko with an expression of annoyance and Cal with one of gratitude. Niko turned to face his brother. "Don't think this is over," he warned, "we're still going to talk." He then walked over to the phone and picking it up and putting it to his ear he said rather irritably, "What?" Cal could hear mumbling on the other end of the phone but he couldn't make out the words or the voice. It was male but that's all he could tell. He felt he owed this guy thanks for diverting his brother's attention.

"What do you want Goodfellow?" Ok forget thanks, Cal decided. He'd just be less sarcastic the next time he saw him. "I'm in the middle of something," said Niko sounding annoyed. No-one who didn't know Niko would have been able to tell he was annoyed as not much about his expression or his tone changed but Cal could tell. He had spent his entire life looking at Niko's face and he could tell when the slightest thing changed like how dark his eyes got when he was angry or how the muscles in his face softened when he was happy. How his voice seemed to get harder when his mood got darker. Cal looked at his brother dreading the conversation that was to come the minute Niko hung up the phone. It wasn't so much that he didn't want to rely on his brother although he did feel guilty that he had spent his entire life doing that but the main problem was that he didn't really know what was going on inside his head himself so discussing it was going to be a difficulty. The younger Leandros frantically tried to think of the way out of this. By the impatient look on Niko's face Cal deduced that he probably had less than two minutes to come up with a plan and get out of the apartment or face a dreadful conversation. He knew even if he did manage to get past Niko which was a great difficulty in itself, he would have to face him later and also face heavy consequences for his great escape but he decided it was worth it. He needed time to get his head together before he talked to his brother.

'What can I do?' thought Cal as calmly as he could. Niko's back was to him but even so he knew couldn't sneak out the front door. Even with his attention diverted Niko's senses were extremely honed especially when it came to watching his brother. 'Could I use that?' Cal thought, considering using the thing Niko expressly forbade him to use. No he couldn't? Could he? No, he wouldn't. Cal quickly thought about the layout of their apartment. The kitchen had a window that lead onto a fire escape. 'Yes,' Cal thought triumphantly, 'I can use that.'

Cal picked up his glass and wandered into the kitchen making it look like he was just going to get a drink. He closed the door as casually as he could making it look like habit hoping Niko was too deep in his conversation with Goodfellow to notice. He stood in the kitchen and counted to ten and when Niko didn't follow him he decided he was safe. He did actually run the tap into his glass and take a large gulp of water before climbing over the kitchen counter and out the window. He winced as the fire escape made a clanging noise when his heavy boots hit it. He glanced back into the kitchen half afraid that Niko would come charging through the door and drag him back inside ... but he didn't. The noise must not have been as loud as he imagined it. It was probably just anxiety playing with Cal's mind.

As quietly and as quickly as he could Cal shut the window and made his way down the fire escape, the cold air easily stinging his skin through his thin T-shirt which made him seriously regret the lack of jacket.

When Cal reached the bottom of the fire escape he took a quick look up at his apartment window pushing his body against the cold, stone wall in case Niko's face suddenly appeared at the window. Cal was positive that if Niko caught him sneaking out then he would bolt down the fire escape and kick Cal's ass. Probebly three times over. The young being thought about running for a second but then disregarded the idea as he needed to clear his head and running would only remind him of the many times he had been forced to run for his life. That was not the images Cal wanted in his head right now. Sure Niko was dangerous and sure there would be hell to pay when his brother caught him but Cal couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. As long as he wasn't running for his life he would walk slowly and expend as little energy as possible thank-you very much.

Cal's laid back attitude of 'live now and worry about the consequences when they come', wasn't ideal when it came to his life style. A life style which involved running and fighting for his life against creatures that any sane human would deny even exist but this attitude is probebly what kept him sane. Well, as sane as a half human half flesh eating monster could get.

The young man looked at the sky and prayed that it wouldn't rain despite the fact that he seriously doubted God existed and even if he did exist he wasn't too fond of Cal. "I bet it rains," said Cal to the sky with a scowl on his face. Cal looked at his wrist to check the time again but found his watch wasn't there. Another annoyance, but one that was easily solved by the fact that he had his phone in his jeans pocket. 'Almost 9 o'clock,' thought Cal. How could such little time have passed and so much have gone through Cal's head. He needed to meet this Father Time and when he did, he'd make sure he had a gun with him.

"Oh shit," cursed Cal, slapping his forehead with his palm. "I don't have a gun."

When running away from the nightmares of the night the Leandros' had learnt very quickly that it was a good idea to be heavily armed. Now Cal was out in the bowels of the city where God knows what were lurking in the shadows. He really wished God would get off his ass and tell him already but the young man knew fine well that, that was never going to happen.

'Not in a million years Almighty thanks for nothing!'

Cal looked down at his left hand and realised that he was still clutching his phone. He quickly switched it off not wanting to hear it ring and see Niko's name appear on the screen. He was half afraid that he would actually pick it up.

Now that he was completely alone he dropped to one knee and patted his right boot making sure the nifty little knife Niko gave him for his birthday five years ago was safely tucked there in case he needed it. When he was satisfied that he had at least one instrument of defence on his person he stood up and continued on his way to ... he didn't know where. All he knew was he had to clear his head. So he pushed out thoughts of Goodfellow, Niko, the auphe and everything else that happened to be playing on his mind tonight. He kept his guard up though, he wasn't stupid. New York was a dangerous place at the best of times. Even Niko, his kick ass big brother who was as smart as hell and knew more martial arts that Cal cared to remember the names of, wasn't safe on these streets.

Cal sighed wrapping his arms around his body in a feeble attempt to keep warm. When this attempt failed he let his arms drop to his side and placed his hands in his pockets. With his shoulders slumped and his head downcast Cal walked leisurely on the poorly constructed pavement. He let his long, midnight black hair fall over his pale face allowing him to blend in with the night. That was what Cal thought of himself, a creature of the night and he would be doing the whole world a favour if he just faded into the background. The only thing that stopped him from doing that was his brother Niko. He had to stay in the foreground for Niko's sake. His brother had already lost him twice and Cal wasn't prepared to let him go through that again. Just then the young being felt guilty for sneaking out and leaving his brother in the apartment to worry about him. Cal switched his phone on and texted Goodfellow, 'Tel Nik not 2 wury bout me. Jus need time 2 think.'

That absolved Cal's guilt a little bit. Even though worry for Niko still lingered in his mind that wasn't what Cal had to focus on right now. His head was spinning with confusion and worry, he had been feeling very different lately. He tried to think were it started. It couldn't have started that long ago because Niko was only noticing it recently and if there was anyone in the one in the world who was a master at picking up the slightest change in Cal's demeanour it was Niko.

Now that Cal's phone was switched off he had no way of knowing what time it was and strangely enough it was better that way. Having no concept of time except for the fact that it was very late that easily recognised by the blackness of the sky, was very calming and made it easier to clear his head. Having no thoughts about his brother or his friends or his daemonic family made him feel more at peace than he had in a very long time. In fact his mind hadn't been this clear since he had been a child eating fish fingers and yoghurt with Niko sitting watching over him.

Cal took some time to think about his childhood. Now that he was a mature adult ... well mature in some senses, he knew that it had been a less than ideal one. He had known that for years. His innocence was taken away from him at a very young age not so much by his situation but by his mother. Sophia was what you would expect an evil fairy tale stepmother to be like. She was beautiful and mystifying not to mention manipulative and clever but she was also a rotten to the core and as cruel as mothers come. She may have never physically laid a finger on Cal but she had left her mark like an iron brand. His earliest memory of this was when he was about three or four years old. He was sitting at the tiny table in the old trailer eating a bowl of oatmeal Niko had made for his breakfast when Sophia walked in and leaned her elbows on the table to look Cal directly in the eye with a wicked grin and cold stone grey eyes that portrayed disgust and say, "Well daddy came to visit his special boy last night didn't he?"

Cal was too young to know what she meant back then but the hate and repulsion in her eyes and the sourness of her words made the young child all too aware that she thought he was a monster and if you tell a child often enough that he is a monster it won't be long before he starts to believe it. No matter how many kind words his brother drilled into his brain they didn't erase the brand Sophia had stamped on him. No matter how many times Niko tried to tell him he was human the memory of his mother's words destroyed any comprehension of the reassurance coming from his brother's mouth. Sophia was the reason Cal thought the word monster was stamped on his forehead for all to see. And everybody did see it. Humans had senses and instincts that they didn't give themselves credit for, when Cal met a human they usually knew instinctively that there was something wrong with him. Of course they could never tell what it was but their brains told them, 'This person is dangerous. This person is wrong. Stay away from him,' and they did. Cal never blamed them for their prejudice but he couldn't help resenting them for it slightly. It was even worse when he was a child as no-one would play with him or even talk to him and if they did it was just to remind him he was a freak. It was unfair on Cal but instincts were hard things to deny and the fact that the auphe were once human kind's greatest and most feared predator (in a time that was too far back to remember) didn't help things in the slightest. These senses humans carried around with them may have been prehistoric but they were there and they kept any human contact away from Cal. Sometimes Cal even doubted if he should be allowed around Niko despite the fact that Niko was the only human to give him no reason to believe he was a freak. The problem was, Niko was only one man.

Now, the people in the supernatural community i.e. werewolves, seers, revenants, ect, they were all well-informed enough to know to stay away from Cal without the help of instincts. Most of these creatures of the shadows could smell that there was something wrong with Cal and they didn't like it one bit. Living mostly among supernatural creatures he had been told enough times that his scent was less than desirable.

It wasn't just humans that were hunted by the auphe back in the dark ages. These monsters weren't picky about their what they hunted, as long as they got to play with their food first and play with it they did. Apparently in the most gruesome and incomprehensible ways imaginable according to Goodfellow who could very well have had first-hand experience in dealing with the auphe. No, as long as they had fun with their prey they didn't care what it was. So even though they were now all extinct save Cal, supernatural beings still had nightmares about them. So Cal was seen as the embodiment of a nightmare everyone wished would just go away.

For a moment Cal's thoughts went to George. The young redheaded seer was probably the only person on this planet besides Niko who loved him despite his supernatural side. Cal had loved her too, her purity and her sense of peace was simply entrancing. Also the fact that she didn't hate him because he was half auphe made her very special. Since she was a seer she could see that Cal wasn't a monster, just a young man in need of love and companionship just like anybody else. She was more than willing to give that to him but unfortunately he was not willing to take it. The reason being that despite the fact that he desperately wanted to, he felt like he was putting her in danger. Just being around him was dangerous and he wasn't willing to put her in those kinds of life threatening situations. There was also another reason. This young woman Georgina was quite possibly one of the most powerful seers in history but she never used her powers to try and change the future. She professed to Cal that she had tried many times, she had tried to stop the nice neighbour she used to know from burning alive in her apartment but she couldn't. She had tried to change many things before she then decided that the future could never be changed. She would help find lost pets and lost keys and maybe even take a peek into tomorrow but no matter what she would never look into the future and see something terrible happening just so she could experience it all over again in the present.

Cal had sighed many times over this situation. He had this woman whom he loved and who miraculously loved him but because she wouldn't tell him any damn thing he needed to know he could never be with her. Cal doubted that in this lifetime and in any lifetimes that may follow this one he would ever truly find love. Luckily enough Niko had found someone that he loved. She was a vampire whom they had met around the same time as Goodfellow. Cal didn't trust Promise. To be fair to him though she had never given him many reasons to trust her. She had told many lies and kept things from his brother. This had caused them plenty of grief. However Promise did make Niko happy and that was more than enough for Cal. He had learnt to care about Promise and he would protect her with his life but that still didn't mean he trusted her.

Love. Why did such a sentient emotion that was said to be one of the most noble things a being could feel, have to cause so much pain and confusion? The answer to this question elluded Cal just as it had done so many other people, human and otherwise.

Confusion and doubt clouded Cal's mind and made him more than a little worried. Not that his mind had ever been truly clear before but before it had been clouded with fear and death and primal urges that he found himself struggling more and more to ignore. Now his mind was focusing on things he had never stopped to think about. Like his failed chance at companionship, perhaps even love with a girl he cared about deeply or his brother's slightly disfunctional relationship with a dangerous woman who seemed to have no quams about lying to him. He never doubted that Promise cared for Niko, undoubtably loved him too but after seeing what he had seen of her and her life, he just couldn't bring himself to trust her with his brother's heart. Cal shook his head to try and clear it. He didn't want to think about his brother or his brother's girlfriend. The very reason he was out here alone in the first place was to get his thoughts in order and try and work out what in the hell was going on inside his fucked up head.

He tryed to think back to when this feeling had started, tryed to remember what on earth could have got him in this state. His world was not perfect by any means but it was stable ... for now and these feelings were rocking the scales of his conciousness back and forth and if he didn't find a way to steady them soon Cal was sure he would go out of his mind.

'Let's think,' thought Cal quietly to himself, finding it amusing that the one time Niko wasn't around to see it he was actually using his head. He racked his brain for god knows how long trying to find an answer and for the life of him, could just not remember when he started to feel this way or think these thoughts. Thoughts that were all but alien to him, thoughts that he tryed with his whole being not to think because they tended to hurt too much. Thoughts on love and his mother and his childhood, these were all the things he could not stand to have in his head. Yet here he was alone in the city contemplating aspects of his life that made him ache in places he couldn't stand to hurt. Bullet wounds were fine, knief in the leg no problem even a bite wound on his shoulder was ok. All that, he could live with but he had created his world to be carefully devoid of any feeling unless it was for his brother and even then he didn't express his emotions in any other way besides killing every flesh eating, bone crunching, rotten smelling monster he could get his hands on seeing as those he had been spwaned from were now extinct.

Someone or something was knocking the pillars of his carefully constructed world and that scared him. That scared him more than any auphe or monster or mother ever could. In fact the only time he could remember being more scared was when he thought his brother might be taken away from him and even then in his fury and urgency to stop that from happening he didn't have time to stop and contemplate just how freaking scared he was. Now he had time to do that. And in that awuful second he wished he had just stayed in the apartment and tryed his best to say something to Niko, anything, enough to keep him happy and then just go to sleep. Now that he had silence around him save the sound of a few cars and the distant sound of music coming from local clubs, some created for humans others not so much, he couldn't stop his repressed thoughts from haunting him. Being on the run for his entire life he never found the time to think about anything other than himself and his brother but now for the first time in his life he had time to think, I mean truly think and what lingered in his mind was freaking scarey. Although despite that, what lingered there was surprisingly human. There had always been that creepy voice in his conciousness telling him to cause pain and havoc but as he delved deeper he found entirely human musings on loss and fear and trust and for some reason that scared him a hell of a lot more than the creepy voice that no doubt belonged to his auphe side, the side he had been trying his entire life to push out.

It was getting late, very late but Cal didn't notice. He had no watch and his phone was turned off. The concept of time elluded him for now and he didn't seem to care. In fact it was probebly better that way. You could tell how late it was getting by how seedy everything seemed to become. You have no idea what kind of things the dark hides until you actually enter it and see for yourself. As Cal walked deep in painful contemplation he still keep his senses alert. Not by choice, it was just a skill he had devised since he couldn't affoard to let his guard down at any point.

The young man lost count of how many prostitutes both male and female, both human and otherwise who aproached him. Some were a little more heavy handed than others when trying to make a sale but none of them got agressive so luckily Cal didn't have to remove his handy little knief from his boot. Some of them called him gorgeous but he knew they were just trying to entice anyone who could pay them money. They would have dimissed him without a thought if they knew Cal had no means of doing that nor did he want to. The supernatural sex workers smiled when they saw his face but when they caught his scent he was pretty sure not even the most desperate whores would come anywhere near him. You needed a special kind of whore for that occassion. His mother was a good example of this rare breed as she got paid by the auphe to bring Cal into the world.

Cal knew he was good looking. Not through evaluating himself in the mirror or through the comments of others. No he knew he was good looking thanks to his mother. He still remembered plain as day the time when he was about eight years old. Niko was out trying to get together whatever money he could to support Cal and himself. The younger of the brothers was left alone in the trailer with Sophia.

Sophia was gorgeous like all wicked fairy tale mothers. She had long inky black hair and a stunning olive complexion. She also had two incredibly beautiful stone grey eyes, grey eyes aren't normally a sign of beauty but they fitted Sophia like a glove. Cal looked a lot like her, he had inherited her hair and her eyes not to mention her fortuneteller like voice. Her voice was another thing about her that was beautiful, she could make 'you're going to meet the tall, dark stranger' sound exciting. Despite his pale, Auphe like complexion Cal was the living image of his gorgeous mother. However her beauty was not what told him he was attractive like she was. It was Sophia herself that told him. It was by no means a compliment however.

Cal was a surprisingly good child. He was quiet and did as he was told. It wasn't until he realised fully where and what he had come from that he started to develop a defensive attitude. Anyway when he was eight years old he was sitting in the trailer doing his homework like Niko told him to when Sophia entered in all her fairy-tale glory with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other. Niko had always told Cal to ignore her and everything she did and said so that is exactly what the young boy was doing. He kept his head down not once looking up at his mother until her shadow fell over him. He put his homework behind him for fear she may snatch it away out of pure spite and looked her in the eye. She had discarded her drink but still held her cigarette. She took a long drag while contemplating her youngest son and blew the smoke into his face. He tried not to wince as it would show weakness and even at eight years old Cal knew that being weak in the face of Sophia never led to good things. The cruel woman chuckled at her son and then opened her plump lips to speak.

"Well you may be a monster," she said with a look that portrayed both repugnace and pride at the same time as she reached over and hooked some of his silky black hair behind his ear, "but at least you're a beautiful one."

After saying that she grinned and turned her back on him, picking up her discarded drink and walking out leaving Cal confused. Even as an eight year old he knew her words weren't a compliment, they just served as a reminder that no matter how good looking he was on the outside, he was rotten to the core on the inside. That was another trait he shared with Sophia. This had been cemented in Cal's mind ever since. It had become clear to him that he should never consider himself good looking because his outsides would never change what he was inside. What confused him however was the fact that Sophia hooked his hair behind his ears. In all his life he had never expected such a gentle touch from that woman. Maybe it was the influence of the alchohol but he had a feeling she was proud of him for being beautiful. More likely she was proud of him for being so deceptivly beautiful like she was. She was proud of him for being able to hide how repugnant he was behind a veneer of silky hair and ivvory skin.

Since that day Cal had become the type of person who didn't want people to know he was attractive. He had developed an unattractive attitude to show people what he truly was. If it meant his mother cease to be proud of his deception then that was fine. He would not pretend to be beautiful when he wasn't. He would not be like Sophia who used her beauty to lure people to her. No, if it meant no-one came to him as a result of his repulsivness then so be it, at least he had Niko.

As Cal manoeuvred his way through the dark and the prostitutes not to mention whatever else was lurking in these streets he thought that while he still had Niko, what else did he have? Niko had promise but who did he have? He had never asked himself this question before but lately it seemed to be playing on his mind like a relentless tune you just couldn't get out of your head no matter how hard you tried. His mind had never wanted or longed that for anything before in his life why was it starting now? What in the world had happened lately that got him thinking about what he didn't have?

Cal once again wracked his brain, looking through the events of the last week. Yet again he couldn't find anything that could have caused him this mental distress. From the eyes of the average human this wouldn't be considered distress, it would be considered normal musings and longings for something that was missing in one's life. But Cal was not the average human and these kind of thoughts and longings went to normal for him he preferred his world to be hard and cold that way he could avoid more pain. He wanted his to be like a stone which was the hardest coldest thing he could lay his mind on. He wanted this to be so because you can't hurt a stone.

It had been an exceedingly long night, so much had gone through Cal's mind. Probably more than had gone through his mind in the past year.

He took a quick look around to try and familiarise himself with his surroundings. He recognised when he was immediately. He was in Central Park, luckily for him he hadn't wandered into a part where there were any boogles nests ... well none that he knew of. Anyway he doubted that there were any supernatural beings around this part of the park. This was a park where most humans hung out and despite the fact that a human hangout was like an all-you-can-eat buffet for most of supernatural creatures the latter tended to hang out in seperate areas that were not too far from the snack bar but far enough that they didn't alarm a large group of humans. Cal could rely on the fact that it was so late to assure himself that there would be no hunting to make as most predators knew, it was usually slim pickings at the snack bar when it was this late. Despite this the ice-cream shop was still open. It was called Val's and it served the best mint chocolate chip ice-cream Cal had ever tasted. Of course Niko really ever let him eat ice-cream on account of its high fat and sugar content but whenever the elder Leandros was feeling lenient Cal would go straight to this particular shop and order a double scoop mint chocolate chip ice-cream with colourful sprinkles and a chocolate flake.

Cal took a moment to hate himself for not having any money, he knew that ice-cream shop was open 24 seven and the one-time he was able to buy ice-cream without his brother's say so he had no money with him. Cal was surprised that ice-cream shop was still in business, after all who eat ice-cream at this time of night. Of course he usually went to the 18 shop owned by George's family. Sometimes he went to say hello or to ask for the assistance of her seer abilities. The ice-cream was good there but it wasn't a patch on Val's ice-cream.

He walked closer to the shop and inhaled the relaxing smell on the cool night air. He then shook his head, he shouldn't do that it was making him hungry. Then he saw it, he saw her, he saw the person who was making his mind so disoriented. There she was, just across the street from Val's. He couldn't understand why he didn't remember her. She was a Cult vampire, an entirly different specise of vampire from Promise (and a much more powerful one to boot). He had never met her, never so much as spoken to her but when he and Niko had been hierd for a job by her brother he had made eye contact with her. She had smiled cunningly at him but underneath that cocky top layer there was somthing else behind that smile. Something that was an awful lot like understanding. Like a kind of understanding he had never seen before. Like with one look she had seen his soul, seen his past, seen everything that he had been through and she understood it more than anyone else ever could. It was stupid to think she could do that and it was only a few seconds of eye contact but it was enough to make him loose sleep at night. It was enough to send his mind into a whirlwind of confusion, doubt and fear. It was enough to make him miss things he had never had. It was enough to rock his perfect stone world and as he looked across the street and made contact again with her pretty, laughing eyes in the surpirsingly powerful light of the moon, he felt like it was enough to make his heart melt and long for all the things he had never had. Things he had given up on ever having ... like love.

Hi everyone, did you like it? This is my first multi-chapter Cal Leandros story. I wrote this because I created this story with my own characters but I want to know if the story is any good so I have borrowed Rob Thurman's boys and adjusted the story to fit their world. This is an introductory chapter so I'm sorry that there isn't much action but I promise there will be a lot more action from here on out. I wrote this as the first chapter so you can all see my view on Cal and his world. Please review and tell me if you want to know what happens between Cal and this mysterious Cult Vampire. Things get rather steamy as there is a lot of sexual tension in this story not to mention a whole lot of blood to go along with it.