Well,... It seems I have returned to the world of writing fanfic sooner than I anticipated, but this idea was too good to pass up. So, without further ado, I present the result of a plot bunny gone wild. Enjoy

Summary: Because her blood would continue to seek him out, now that he had marked her as his.

" Are you sure she'll be safe here?" the young man asked quietly, as he laid the sleeping figure in his arms on the bed near him.

" Yes" the older man replied briskly, as he moved around the room checking the locks on the windows and doors. " With all the things that have been happening between the Hunters and the Council, this is probably the safest place she could be right now."

The young man groaned internally, as he leaned against the wall. " Surely the Council realizes that the more they attempt to control the Hunters, the more control slips away?"

The older man's face turned thoughtful " It seems almost as if they want to create unrest amongst the Hunters, as if they have their own ulterior motive for doing so... but who knows what they could possibly have planned".

'She's so much like her mother... 'he thought sadly wishing the girls mother was still alive to see her. Snapping out of his reverie, he turned to address the solemn pureblood who was gazing at her also " It's a shame she had to be awakened so suddenly".

" Yes,... it would have been much better if I could have told her about everything myself, but the circumstances at the time didn't allow it. " the young man said sighing slightly as he took one last look at the sleeping girl. Regaining composure, he turned to the older man as he headed for the door, " So Headmaster, I assume you will enroll her as her memories return?"

" As soon as she's ready. And I assume you'll be back to visit as soon as you explain your absence to the moon dorm ?"

"But of course Headmaster Cross" the young man said grinning, the tips of his fangs in view " After all, we are betrothed."

I know people are going to kill me for this short chapter, but I am the slowest typer in the world and I am still editing the first (real) chapter of this story.

As always constructive criticism is appreciated, and for the record, their is a difference between constructive criticism and flames.

JA NE