Joss' POV:

I remember the last time I was in Stokerton. It was when I took the job from D'Ablo to hunt vampires in Bathory. The building was still moldy and non-vampiric. If you didn't know better, you would've thought this was a regular business building. I walked into the lobby and was greeted by a pretty blonde behind the large mahogany desk.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked looking up from her laptop screen.

"I'm here for Otis Otis." I replied.

"Oh yes," she reached for the phone, "Excuse me, your name?"

"Joss McMillan."

"Oh, you can go right up." She said setting the phone down.

"Thank you." And I head towards the elevator.

I'm standing next to a vampire on the elevator. He is very young and he just stood the humming to himself. All of the sudden he turns to me.

"Slayer?" he said calmly.

Oh crap, I forgot he could read my mind.

"Um, yeah but I'm not like the rest."

"Oh I'm aware of that. You are here for Otis, aren't you? I was sent here to wait on you to help you get to the office safely." He pressed his hand to an invisible panel in the wall and the glyph glowed sliding inward. Then he pressed the button labeled "Lobby" and stepped back.

"I'm Dracus, by the way." He said staring at the doors.

"Beijing council?"

"Yes Slayer."

"My name is Joss, not Slayer."

"Oh I know."

And soon there is a soft ping and the door slides open.

"This way Slayer." Dracus steps out the elevator and we walk into a dark conference room with a big mahogany conference table in the middle with nine chairs around it. Otis was sitting at the head of the table looking over papers.

"Otis, I brought you the Slayer." Said Dracus as we approached the table.

Otis looked up and slid the papers away from him. "Thank you Dracus, and his name is Joss, not Slayer."

Dracus nodded his head and left.

Otis gently waved to a chair for me to sit then rested his hands on the table. His white skin was a shirking contrast to the dark table.

"Joss, I'm glad you came. Now, I'm sure you are aware that Em was killed by, um, one of your brethren."

"Em killed by a Slayer?" I let that sink in. "How long ago since this happened?"

"Maybe a week or so. Her body was found a week ago today actually." He said.

"But Otis, I work at the headquarters for the part of the world in New York and there was no report of a kill in three weeks. Every time a Slayer kills, it is recorded. And if that Slayer fails to report, let's just say it's easier to just report it." I explained to him from the cross the table.

Otis nodded his head in understanding. "But Joss, we are 100% positive she was killed by a Slayer."

"How so?"

"She had a stake through her heart." He leaned forward on his folded hands for effect. I looked up and saw a glimpse of sadness. Em was his grandmother.

"Oh, well we have to find out who did it. Because they certainly didn't report this kill and Otis," I lowered my voice, "I'm sorry. We are trying hard to change who we kill. I've been campaigning that we make kills only if the vampire was reported as dangerous. You know, like a bounty hunter kinda thing."

"Thank you Joss. Now enough about deaths how's Meredith?"

"Oh he is great. It's like living in a pink hell with her, pink everywhere Otis. I'm to be sitting here in the near dark to get away from the pink." I sat back in my chair.

Otis laughed and Dracus walked in again and whispered something urgently to Otis. Otis' mood darkened within seconds. "Excuse me Joss, but I'm afraid you'll have to leave right now. The rest of the council is coming in and they're not happy. But thank you for sharing that little information with me. It's been great seeing you." And with that we shook hands and I left the building.

I got in my car and sat at the wheel for a few minutes. A kill unreported? What the heck. I groaned in frustration and turn the car on. I am getting to the bottom of this.