Hey guys:) Okay, first I apologize for taking a while to update. I won't take this long to update next time. Thanks to anyone taking the time to read this. Let me know what you think. My chapters aren't usually short as the first chapter I promise. I just needed something to get the ball rolling. Okay, so here goes...

"You what?!"

"How could you?"

"Traitor! Ephialtes!"

I roll my eyes and take a sip of my coffee. August glares at each of the offenders which happen to be Marcus and Kir. Shocker.

"Calm down," August growls. Bruce regards me with curiosity as does Hiro.

"Dearest, child. Would you care to defend yourself?" asks Hiro calmly. I can tell that he's trying his hardest to figure out why.

I ponder whether I want to tell them the truth or live up to my badass-ness. But the truth was, I wanted them to know. I'd never told anyone. But on the other hand, it would probably get back to him. And that would be Bad News.

I shake my head and smirk. "Nope. It's true."

The aspect flickers over Bruce briefly, but he forces it back with difficulty. Ezra looks uncomfortable.

"This is like Christophe all over again," someone mutters. The name perks my ears up and I open my mouth to respon- a flash of gray appears outside and I catch onto it immediately. Tracking the movement with my eyes into the shadow of an alley, Ash appears, gold eyes flashing. I leap up, my chest pounding, in part fear and part annoyance.

I should have never have been tracked. I was damn near impossible to follow.

"Got to go," I say, tossing the words over my shoulder with a cocky, uncaring smile.

"Wait! Dru, please!" calls August. But I'm already gone, flashing out the door, onto the street. Ash turns with a wolfish sort of grin on his face and my stomach turns over hard. The only reason Ash would be sent to fetch me was if he wanted me.

"Where have you been, Little Bird?" Sergej asks me coldly. I meet his dark, cruel eyes without flinching. Something I had worked myself up to and considered it a high enough accomplishment to have considered putting it on my transcript to Harvard.

"If it were any of your business you would know," I reply cooly. A comment like that from anyone else, and they would have been dead. I knew I was valuable enough to him to be kept alive, although with my attitude, I felt like my chances of survival were slimming down.

His hunting aura spreads until his fangs reach the bottom of his chin, scraping slightly along the skin and his pupils dilate, covering the iris and whites of his eyes completely. Creepy.

I swallow and aim for an apologetic smile. Unfortunately, I think it's more of a grimace.

He glides closer until we're toe to toe. I almost cringe, but manage to refrain with great effort.

He tucks a stray curl behind my ear, not out of affection, but because I think he was OCD. I hadn't bothered to even put it in a ponytail this morning on my way out so it was a tangled, disorderly mess.

"There are some djamphirs giving me some trouble. Put together a group and exterminate them.". He turns away, considering it a done deal.

"Master. It was agreed that I would not be involved in killing djamphirs any longer."

"So then maim them, intimidate them, stall them until the others can finish them. I don't care. Just take care of the problem," he orders lazily.

I bow my head respectively. Passing Ash and four other nosferatu I order them along.

Ash seems to know where he's going, so I follow him, reluctant to even be coming along to this massacre. It would go down how it always did: djamphirs being ripped apart and crying for mercy or death. My heart shredding itself apart with each cry of pain and misery. I wished that the nosferatu would kill them quickly, but they liked to cause as much horror as possible.

The vampires had already swarmed ahead onto the djamphirs and I could hear their hateful cries from here, piercing my brain and raising the hair on the back of my neck.

Turning the last corner and slinking into the alley, I don't even bother to look at the djamphir bodies that will undoubtedly be gutted.

I glance up just as a dark figure slams itself into me.

"What the fu-" My words are bit off as my head smashes into the asphalt ground.

I toss my elbow out and catch my attacker in the face. He doesn't even react. Getting a good eyeful of my assailant, I gasp.

It was him. Oh jeez, Dru. You just had to have a smart mouth, didn't you? You're dead because of it and oh my gosh, I forgot to put my laundry in the drye-

But it wasn't him. I shove him off and he rolls off willingly looking just as shocked as I was.

"You're Christophe Reynard," I whisper.