You have no idea how many times and in how many different places I have started writing this, written two paragraphs, then stopped. However, I kind of know what's going to happen in this chapter. Hopefully it'll be better than the last one.

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For the third time in twenty minutes a cackling Alexis clasped his hands around a - suitably surprised - pigeon. You would have thought that someone coming up behind you cackling after you just watched them take two of your friends would warn you that you might be in trouble. Unfortunately for this particular bird he had been busy trying to figure out if the lady pigeons had been nodding their heads at him or just … well, nodding their heads.

Even more unfortunately for the pigeon, they weren't looking at him at all for the very reasonable reason that they were dead

. Jizabel had found himself with the job of distracting the other birds and of course he immediately though 'I know! I'll reanimate dead pigeons and flirt with the men!' Because, you know, he's normal.

After Alexis had successfully captured the unsuspecting pigeon he straitened up and called to his son.

"Well done Bella!" He shouted while trying to stuff the bird into a rather small and uncomfortable-looking cage. This of course put 'Bella' in rather a bad mood, he then proceeded to start yelling and waving his arms around and turn a strange colour in the face.

"For the last time dad," Jizabel shouted at his, ever-so-slightly deranged, father "I'm not a girl! I have a stupid enough name for you to call me by but my name isn't Bella. Just because I have long, silvery hair that floats in the wind and glows like moonlight, doesn't mean I'm female…It just means I have incredibly sexy hair," He finished dramatically putting his hands on his hips and posing.

"Yes, yes Bella, come along." Alexis said calmly walking way from the other man who was standing in stunned silence figuring out whether he should slam his palm into his face or not.

He did.

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Later, back at the manor house that Alexis had somehow managed to acquire despite everyone thinking he was dead, Alexis got Jizabel to follow him to the obligatory creepy dungeon to hang pigeon cages from the ceiling. When they got down there Jizabel realised why his father had been spending a strangely large amount of time out of the house.

There were pigeons everywhere.

"I suppose you're wondering what your father is doing with all these pigeons? Well son, you see I have a diabolical plan!" He was looking upwards rather dramatically at this point and looked almost ecstatic that he could share his scheming with someone.

"I would wonder but you've been muttering darkly about it the whole time we were gathering pigeons so I pretty much have the gist of it already."

Alexis looked downtrodden for a moment before hatching an idea. "But that's just a gist right? I mean you don't know all the details. Here, allow me to elaborate." With this he beckoned Jizabel over to a chair that Jizabel swore wasn't there before, and picked up a stick.

"I shall use this amazing technology," he said indicating the stick, " combined with some advanced arm movements, like this, to severely agitate the bird to the point where it goes insane!" Alexis shouted this last word causing Jizabel to flinch back into his seat slightly. "Then I'll set them loose on an unsuspecting London to run riot! They'll peck off children's faces, and eat cats! And… kidnap horses!" He kept going but by this point his ever-so-slightly effeminate son had stopped listening.

"So you're going to poke them with a stick until they get really annoyed?"

"…Yes"

"Father, I'm afraid this goes against my anti-animal cruelty policy, if it where orphaned children from workhouses you would have my support but pigeons? You're taking this too far."

"Well, then I suppose I'll have to eat them."

"No!" Jizabel yelled, arms raised. "You don't have to kill them!"

"…No-one said anything about killing them."

In the end they went with the first plan.

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A few days later Jizabel had just finished his extremely evil daily routine of reading a newspaper in a shop without paying for it and had noted a very panicky sounding front cover. It had read 'All London's pigeons missing!' and had gone on to inform it's audience of the fact that they would all just about fit into an average sized manor house dungeon and explain a theory that they had all gone off to mate which apparently they only do every 100 years which explains why no-one has ever seen a baby pigeon before.

As he was walking back towards the house he heard a voice from behind.

"Hey baby!"

He turned around to see where this annoyance had come from and found himself looking at the same man who had mistaken him for a woman just the other day.

"Oh lord, it's you again," was all the speech he could muster. However he did notice that the man hadn't managed to get a shirt since they had last met, either that or he had lost this one as well, and, as such, he still had the two girls following him and trying to keep him warm.

"Are you sure you're not a woman? You look pretty womanly to me." The man, Crehador, was looking at him curiously.

"I am not a woman!" Jizabel shouted.

"Fine, you're male, no need to get so touchy. We didn't really get a chance to talk properly before. You know my name already; these two lovely ladies are Victoria and Gwendolyn.

The two girls blushed. "Hi," they muttered in unison while giggling and waving rather pathetically.

"That's wonderful." Jizabel replied flatly, tearing his eyes away from Crehador's chest and making a mental note to stop walking down this road at night.

"Hey! I know, why don't we go to the bar together?" He looked up at Jizabel. "We were going to this bar, you know, alcohol, girls, opium… men, if you're into that stuff. Wanna come?"

Jizabel was about to refuse when Crehador spoke again. "Unless you're not man enough of course, unless you're a chicken." With this he took his arms from around Victoria and Gwendolyn's necks and started flapping them like wings while making weird chicken-like noises. Jizabel was extremely disturbed and didn't really want to go. However he was worried that if he refused he might start doing the weird chicken dance and that was the last thing he wanted.

A short walk later and Jizabel found himself in the aforementioned club drinking surrounded by women (and men) and opium fumes. If he was being completely honest he was slightly scared. There were drunken people and thrusting and they all seemed terribly poor as they couldn't afford any clothes. Not only that but he had lost Crehador too and didn't know where the exit was.

Suddenly he felt his blood run cold and a shiver rolled down his spine. This came with the sudden realisation of what he meant to be doing tonight, in all the excitement he had quite forgotten. That, and someone had tipped a bucket of water over his head.

The realisation was fairly important though so he saw fit to rush round looking for the exit sending naked women flying.

"Hey, brother! What are you up to?" Jizabel whirled round, his silver hair waving with the motion, to face his younger half sibling (he wasn't sure if it was really a brother or just a sister in disguise)

Jizabel momentarily disregarded his disgust for his 'brother' and didn't get round to questioning why he was at such a bar in the first place.

"Do you know the way out of here?" He asked in an unusually curious and slightly panicky voice.

Cain did and with Riff, who Jizabel hadn't noticed previously, in tow they headed towards the door. Once opened they were about to step out side when they suddenly halted and stared at the dark street.

There were pigeons everywhere.

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Sorry this took ages! School ate me and I had to find a side door out of the digestive system as an alternative to actually doing my coursework and being pooped out. That was a really weird analogy.

So yeah, ladies and gentlemen please welcome the plot, I'm not sure how long he'll stay around for, he can be a bit temperamental at times and as always liable to change suddenly.

I don't think this chapter is very good to be honest but hopefully the next one will be better, it should have more Cain which will be good.