Sarah was piling her paintball gear into the trunk of her car, going over some of the moves she and her team mates had used to win the games when it hit her. A pain far beyond any she had ever felt. She doubled over in pain but as fast as it appeared, it was gone, leaving no trace of it behind.

"Hey you okay Captain?" Sarah stood up straight and looked over at her friend Mike who was getting into his own car when he saw her double over.

"Yeah, just menstrual cramps." Sarah replied jokingly, though she knew different. Mike watched her get into her car and drive off. He knew she was lying, he always did. As Sarah drove away from him he got into his own car and thought about his job and the action that was required of him.

Sarah made it home with no pain but that night her dreams were fitful and deranged. She woke and rolled out of bed as her alarm beeped in her ears. Sarah turned it off and stumbled down the stairs to make coffee. As the pot steamed and gurgled Sarah sat at her table and stared out the window. The sun threw purples, oranges, pinks, and golds across the sky as if the man painting the sunrise spilled his paints and they all ran together on the canvas. The smell of the coffee brewing brought her back to the present and she poured herself a glass. Sarah was about to go upstairs to shower when someone knocked on the door.

Sarah opened the door slowly, unsure who would be calling at dawn and smiled as Mike stood before her. Her smile faltered at the sight of his face. It looked like someone had punched him really hard in the gut and he was trying not to vomit. She stepped aside to allow him entrance and he just brushed past her, slamming the door behind him.

"What is wrong Mike?" Sarah was surprised at his action.

"You, you are not one of them are you?" Mike asked stiffly.

"One of whom?" Sarah's fear was rising.

"Psychics." Mike snapped.

"I never claim to be but sometimes I know things I should not." Sarah joked.

"Stop laughing!" Mike roared, one hand reached out and struck Sarah with a backhand to the face, throwing her back into the armoire that stood in the foyer. "You do not understand, your name is on a list." he looked down at her, tears filling his eyes. "I was sent to watch you and find out if you should be on the list or not. I had to tell them the truth." Mike said softly.

"What list? What does it mean for me?"

"A list of psychic women who are qualified to mate with vampires."

"Really Mike? Vampires?"

"It means they are coming for you" Mike went on, ignoring her question.

"Who?"

"To most they are known as The Society"

"What will they do to me?"

"I do not know. There are many things that will happen or could happen, none of them are pleasant."

"What is the least unpleasant thing?" Sarah asked, her mind was racing. Mike lifted his gaze and met hers. His hazel eyes meeting her clear blue ones as if trying to transfer the message so he would not have to utter it.

"Death." He said, his voice held a note of finality to it and It scared Sarah more than anything. That was the last thing he ever said to her, his body was found the next week. It was speculated that he took his own life but Sarah knew differently. She knew The Society, whoever they were, had a hand in his death but she could not go to anyone with that knowledge, afraid to trust anyone now that her life was in danger.