This is my first fanfic I hope you guys enjoy it, not sure about regular updates but I'll try :L It's gunna be a multi pov story and it's been stuck in my head for a while. I left off a few years after the end of the last book of the series strange angels. I was unsatisfied with what happened in the end so I might accidently do a bit of bashing. Don't hurt me D: Maybe some smut later in the story but for now it'll stay tasteful

Sorry for the long authors note!

Lots of love Reckless xo

-edit- I added some more description and fixed my terrible grammar

Prologue

I tapped my foot impatiently as the other djampir crowded the new girl; I now understood how Anna felt about my mother. The way they fawned over her making sure very speck of her skin was untouched made me cringe. I chewed the inside of my cheek in frustration

"So who is she?" I blurted out, the tone in my voice was aggressive, and I didn't sound like myself at all. Shaking my head I corrected the sentence "I mean- what's her name and how did she survive? Wasn't that a pretty nasty attack on her family? Why has she been left untouched?"

Hiro looked at me and shook his head "she's still in shock I doubt we'll get any answers out of her at this instant milady Dru" he stated his voice still soft from comforting the shivering reck in the order's sofa, nearest the gilded fireplace. Hiro's dark hair and eyes were shocking against his young face. The leaders of the order were the perfect example of what older djampir were like, wise old eyes that could suck you in, a statuesque like stillness and a terrifying habit of being able to blend into the shadows, but all these features contrasted to their teenage supermodel faces. But none of them could compare to...

I looked to Christophe reluctantly, we hadn't been speaking much since Graves got back from visiting the other wulfen and how I'd so obviously rejected him. I'd felt bad. At the time I couldn't chose either of them, I still couldn't. As soon as I made eye contact with the brown haired djampir I could feel my cheeks rise with a burning heat as his torch blue eyes studied mine.

"Dru, milna, we should let her settle in before we interrogate the poor child," he said an amused smirk on his face, using his trademarked business like mockery. He infuriated me, yet I couldn't help finding myself turning my head away embarrassed. I could see from the corner of my eyes his gaze lingered on me before he sighed then turned. The guy was still bitter over what happened 3 years ago.

"We will escort her to her new courters, Christophe will come get you in the morning and we shall question her then, for now you may go-" Hiro pused then added quickly in respect of my 'lefevre' pride and me being svetocha "-if you would like."

I took the dismissal and left to my bedroom, I didn't even need to look when I was near my room, Christophe was already tailing me. I sighed and turned on him, he smiled at me, the private gesture that he only showed when we were alone. And when we used to talk.

"It appears someone is jealous of our new arrival" he teased and I growled

"Excuse me?" I said eyebrows raised at the accusation and he chuckled

"Well it seemed that way considering how you were glaring at her the whole time we were checking for injuries, she's no threat Dru. I understand that you have a hard time trusting people and especially other female's but-" I let out a frustrated noise

"I am not jealous"

His grin spread even wider, I shouldn't be retaliating and giving him the pleasure of winding me up.

"Don't turn into another Anna," he whispered leaning in close to my ear, brushing his lips against my cheek "you are my little bird; I would like it to remain so."

I shivered against his breath, his scent intoxicated me; apple pie, spice and freedom. I leant into him but before I could press my body against his he'd already moved away and had started down the hall. My face scrunched up and my heart gave a little ache as I watched him walk away. No. I loved Graves, I can't pursue him anymore. I tried to tell myself he was too old for me and that he was scary and that he'd loved my mother. But it wouldn't settle the pit in my stomach. I opened my door and locked it. I didn't want to see Graves tonight in case I might act strange and he would get suspicious. I chuckled to myself at the irony of the statement. Locking him out was just as worry inducing. I didn't want him to storm out on me again, leaving me feeling empty like the last time so I undid the lock but kept my wardings in place so I'd know if anyone entered.

I slumped down onto the edge of my bed and put my head in my hands

'I do not love Christophe' I told myself.

But that was a lie.

Sorry it's short I'll update tomorrow if I can, next chapter will be focusing on the new svetocha ;) I needed to do revision for my chemistry exam but i promised evanna i'd do this chapter today