Gregory dreamt of a girl with beautiful emerald eyes and dark wavy hair. He dreamt of the night he met her, their chess games, and everything else in-between.

"Gregory, look at me when I'm talking to you!" My father snapped, but I was elsewhere. Lost in my the violence that consisted of my mind.

"You mustn't be so harsh, Frederick." My mother cooed, taking my side as always.

"He is hopeless! If he can't understand now, will he ever?" His voice grew louder and louder, but still I managed to block it out. I had more pressing matters to mentally attend at that moment. Someone was messing with my traps, and that just wasn't acceptable. I needed those traps. Deer, in that particular area, were becoming scarce. So, small animals would have to do. And there was no way I could survive on solely cow blood, not with the fatty taste left lingering in my mouth. I needed more, something to wash that revolting taste away, and without properly functioning traps that wasn't possible.

"Gregory, are you listening?!" My father boomed, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yes, Father. It isn't safe for me to be roaming alone, but I'm not a child! For fuck's sakes, I'm almost 317 years old! I know how to take care of myself." Then I left, stormed out of the cavern, leaving my father dumbfound and angry. I knew he wasn't going to be pleased with me, but this was more important. I would have to deal with him later.

Now, it was time to figure out what had been happening to my traps.

I walked through the cemetery with my head down. Twisting and turning, Weaving through headstones and tombs. After twenty years in Scotland you'd think I would have known, or at least noticed, who or what was lurking around these parts. But I was as clueless as any.

After about ten minutes of walking, I finally arrived. The traps I had set up were on the other side of the cemetery, hidden among various overgrown trees and bushes . Very discreet, and yet… Once again, all were disabled.

I couldn't understand it. I had made certain I placed them far from any regular visitors, with in the most ancient area, Headstones dating back nearly 300 years. And until a few weeks ago, it had been the perfect spot for nearly two years.

I sat on the nearest headstone and sighed, pressing my aching head into my palms.

I must have sat there for what felt like hours, rocking back and forth, attempting resolve the conflict. But to no remise. Moving the traps elsewhere would certainly only create more chaos, most likely snapping on unsuspecting mortals. Which mattered not to me, but to my father who strongly disapproved of innocent blood shed.

I remember hearing a small, faint cracking noise behind me. At first I thought nothing of it, it was probably just another unsuspecting animal looking for food. Too bad my traps were disabled...

"Hello, You must be Gregory." A soft, almost mythical voice spoke quietly, causing me to jump. I looked up, only to see a small framed girl with the most beautiful, doe like, green eyes, and long, waist length black wavy hair. Her complexion was pale, almost ghost like, and the smell of a thousand roses cascaded off and around her. I was awe stuck, such a beautiful and flawless girl, dressed in an old fashion dark purple lace gown. And with no other explanation for the lack of the salty iron smell that usual Gregory had to resist, he knew just what she was. Although why who she was and why she was there, I hadn't a clue.

"I didn't mean to frighten you." The girl spoke, cocking her head slightly to the left.

"You didn't." I lied, and shot her a glare. I was shocked by my rudeness, I had obviously been cooped up with my family from far to long.

But all the same, she ignored my harshness, and simply laughed. "Just as I suspected."

"Who are you?" I asked the girl, standing up and inching closer to her. The smell of her skin set me on edge, causing my emotions to run haywire. I couldn't understand why I had such a familiar draw to her, but I felt it, so loosely there.

"Ella Louise Asher, at your service." The girl curtsied, and flashed a brilliantly white smile that left me awestruck. "We've met before, but another time perhaps? I would like to speak with you about these… traps." She gently gestured towards the rusted metal traps.

I stood there in complete shock. All this time it had been her, nothing more than a simple vampire girl.. I should have known. And that was the question. Why hadn't I known?

"You're the one messing with my traps?" I asked, anger boiling inside me, not toward her but himself. I should have assumed as much. Surely I couldn't be so stupid, as to forget there were other vampires in Scotland!

But I had forgotten...

The Ella Girl nodded, and spoke gracefully. "Yes, on order, sire. We must be assured that these cruel trappings will not continue. My lord has sent me to collect you, nothing more than a brief meeting, I assure you."

I was completely taken aback. '..Sire... My lord..' This girl obviously wasn't from this time period.

"You to be clear.." I began dumbly, stunned once again by her beauty.

"Yes, I am a vampire. I married into your clan many, many years ago." I felt my heart somewhat drop, but listened politely as she went on. "And as I stated before, my lord wishes to speak with you about these gruesome traps. Now," She held out her arm, and smiled a small smile. "May we go?"

I hesitated, but looped my arm with hers and allowed her to guide me through the forest, just beyond the cemetery. Our path twisted, and turned leaving me lost and clueless as to where we were.

"Where are we going?" I asked her after several minutes of extremely slow walking though the darkened trees.

"Asher Manner, of course." She spoke matter-of-factly and some what childlike.

Asher… Why had that name sounded so familiar…? I thought long and hard, but I couldn't recall. The girl had said early that she had married into my clan... Asher..

"Damn.." I cursed under my breath. I couldn't remember. Three hundred year really takes a toll on ones memory.

"Only a little further, I promise." Ella spoke, somewhat dazed. I looked towards her, only to study her face more closely. Perhaps it would spark some remembrance?

My eyes scanned her face, taking in every little detail; from the beauty mark sitting gracefully at the top of her high cheek bone (just below her unnaturally beautiful green eyes), to the tip of her tiny little nose. But still, even though he felt he knew her, she could not remember.

Asher...