All rights go to the original creators of both Blood+ and Fablehaven. I only own the OC's.

The day was anew. Mist floated across the bay, as the suns beams began to break the ever going fog apart. The town began was coming alive in the early morn, as farmers, and fishers came to sell their produce.

Hagi stood on the balcony of the hotel, and began to unwrap his deformed hand, his demon hand, the hand that seemed so powerful, but was useless now.

The sun beamed down on that hand, making Hagi want to mutilate its very existence. That hand didn't deserve to see light, and yet, here it was, winning the battle. Hagi knew the hand had been a protector, but now, he could not use it. It was literally useless.

"Hmm," he closed the demon hand, holding it over where his heart would be. No beat, no rhythm. Nothing.

'How could I love with no heart, a meaningless body, meant only for one thing.' He thought. He knew his purpose, and his purpose would soon be fulfilled. Would he see that sun again? He did not know.

"H-Hagi?" croaked a lazy voice. Hagi turned, not bothering to try and hide the hideous hand. Cece walked onto the sun bathed balcony, while rubbing her ruby red eyes.

Rubbing the tired from her exotic eyes, Cece noticed the disdain in Hagi's eyes. Usually, his eyes held a dull feeling, but Cece saw nothing but hatred, and quickly realized where that hatred was being directed toward.

"Oh, Hagi...you...you shouldn't," She could not finish her sentence, for Hagi, with a simple glance, told her words were not needed, that his curse, was something that only he could deal with.

Cece knew this, knowing if she pursued, he would merely tell her it was not something she ought to even think about, so, she faced the the balcony, gazing at coming day.

"Hagi,"

"Hmm."

"...I had another dream."

Desie slept quietly, with Franky laying lazily one her stomach. She had been so deep in thought, that she completely lost track of time, feel asleep around 3 in the morning, without a blanket covering her.

Earlier, she had noticed that an escort car drove in and then immediately out of the massive drive in. No one came for her after that, not even Corin, which was odd considering the scene she had just left.

THUMP

Desies eyes launched open, and she jerked her torso up, causing Franky to slip off her stomach. Before he slid completely off the bed, Desie grabbed his long body, and hoisted him up.

"What the?" She questioned openly. The thump noise was loud, not like any she had heard...recently. However, it did not happen multiple times.

Franky growled lowly. Desie quickly shut him up, thinking she heard voices from below her room.

She slid off the bed, and and slowly pulled the carpet from the wooden floor. Then, she placed her ear to the floor, hearing the voice more clearly, but still, muffled.

"Here...believe...not now...die."

She caught those bits, and they were coming from a heavy Spanish voice, that was feminine.

'It must be Del a Rose.' Desie thought.

She kept her ear to the floor.

"What...this spot...they know...how?" Came a deep, smooth voice. Amshel's voice.

Franky came close the Desie, snuggling her.

Desie laid a hand around him, while telling him everything was alright.

"CORIN!"

Dog and human jumped in surprise. Amshel had yelled her name, the booms of his voice reaching right into Desies room. It was like her was standing right outside her door.

Desie heard the muffle of a door shutting, and bangs. Someone was pounding on the same door that had just shut. Fear circulated throughout Desies body, and she held Franky closer, as he growled, fur on his back standing tall, teeth baring, and ears pinned back.

The corgi was ready to attack anyone that came near Desie.

She heard several footsteps heading toward the end of the house.

'What is going on?' she questioned, terror still climbing up and down her body.

Suddenly, Desie heard the secret door from her huge closet open, and Franky began to go crazy, barking ferociously at the door.

Desie sprang to her feet, and rushed to lock the door, Franky ever close to her so that he might protect her.

But she was too late, and Corin stepped into her room, a thin stream of blood running down her arm.

"C-corin!"

"SHH!" Corin went over to the three entrance doors in the bedroom, and locked each of them.

"CORIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

"Hush girl."

Franky glared fiercely at the servant, his growling stopping.

"W-what's going on."

"We're leaving."

"WHAT? NO!"

Heavy footsteps were coming up the North hallway.

"Come, gather your things."

"NO!"

"Desdemona!"

"NO, what's going on? Why is there blood running down your arm? Where's Amshel?"

Her questions poured out.

Corin ignored her, and went right for Desies dresser, and grabbed one of Desies many suitcases. As she began to gather clothes, someone began to pound on the North door.

"DESIE COME AND OPEN THE DOOR!"

Amshel.

"Desie let's got." Corin placed a tough hand on Desies bare shoulder. She was still wearing the dress and sapphire necklace, having forgotten to take all her formal wear, as she had fallen asleep due to over thinking.

"Why?"

"Huh...listen Desie. You're in danger. I'm getting you away from here, and will be taking you somewhere safe."

"CORIN! DESIE!"

"I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING LATER! Desie we have to leave now...it's about 4 in the morning, we have to be outside in 15 minutes."

The door was beginning to break from all of the pounding.

"DESIE OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"

"Let's go."

Desie couldn't accept this, and on going war was swimming in her mind. Should she leave? Should she stay? Was she really in danger?

Confusion was fueling these thoughts, and this meant more time was being wasted.

Franky had started barking, worse than before. This time his barking was directed at the door. From beyond the now caving door, Amshel aggressively threatened to euthanize the dog.

"Desie." Corin was beginning to panic.

Desie's confused face looked up at her servant.

Corin held her hand quickly out to Desie.

"Let's go. You're in danger, trust me." Her eyes told Desie that she should leave.

And she did, with Franky at her side.

All 3 entered the closet, making sure to secure it effectively. Just as the door was secured, Amshel began to bang on the closet door.

The closet was pitch black, so Corin laced her hands with Desies, while the other hand held a suitcase filled with Desies clothes.

"I've found the secret door."

Again, I'll go back and revise these chapters, I'm just busy with school. More will come out soon, I promise. Please go and vote for which name I should use for the alter. series I'll be making for Red Eyes Blue Eyes.