Crimson Ties

by Makilome the Lady Autist

Decades after the events in Santa Carlo, David is called back by the voices of his lost family after a long international trek to forget the pain to find Aserah Mayfair, steeped in the occult, powerful, and the direct descendent of his Maker, who brings them back. Catch: she belongs to all of them now, even as revenge draws nigh. OC/Lost Boys harem

10. A Changing of the Guard

Chapter 10: A Changing of the Guard

Mona and Aserah take the newly enlarged Pack for a night out on the town, using it to draw out the Froggs and declare open war on the wouldbe Hunters. The fate of Laddie is made known, getting everyone's favorite Brat Prince volunteered to take back Claudia's tragedy and make it right by bringing a son back home. Quin uses the opportunity handed to him at the Harley Dealership to make aquaintances with Michael and his mission to set a rooster in the hen house starts out beautifully.

He could never replace what she took

the bonds she broke and the life she claimed

when she bonded himself to her and set his will in her chains

and put his life and family to the torch, danced with the flames

without remorse, without pity, without care of the price she took.

All that he wanted, his future, his dreams

Everything that was good, the people he loved

she drove them away pulling his puppet strings he knew nothing of

all his dreams vanished in the mist of time and wafting above

and now the strings begin to fray and break at the seams

He will take from her the price for stealing life and will

for days spent in blind obediance

answering and obeying her each and every whim

he is breaking away from the bonds of her sins

Hw will let open the gates as her enemies close in and go for the kill.

-The Settling of Accounts by Makilome

Paul's POV

He opened his eyes, excited about the night out, particularly with the pure debachery he was sure his new and mot excellent partner in crime would insist upon! That and those elicous ideas on how to properly christian his new ride with his minx of a witch! For once pleasure and business were one and the same, as by their very deliberate intentions on creating sheer havoc they were opelny declaring war on the amatures that dared style themselves Hunters by the name of Frogg! It still bugged him that inspite of themselves and their habit of shooting themselves in the foot they had managed to get the drop on them all those years ago. He wished they had the time to make them pay for their crimes by the currency of screams and blood, but Lasher had to be dealt with, and with every second he gained more power. His Aserah's life was far more important than his desires for vegence. At the very least he could watch while his witch introduce the traitor to her Iron Maiden before she took the blood that would take her out of her demon's clutches and into their arms, never to be seperated ever again!

He could not deny that the homicidal freak of nature hung at the back of every thought, casting a shadow of fear over his heart on what he could loose if they should fail. It fyeled his anger and his beast, sending adreniline through his veins. He had no qualms with taking his rage out on the cause of all heir problems! If they had not been killed, Max could have got Aserah out long before, and the Mayfair monsters would have never been the threat they were now, and not her alone! He forced himself out of his gloom thoughts while he found the leather pants that made his Kitten swoon like a teenage girl and her idolized guitar god Dimebag Darrell of Pantera t-shirt. He thought about annoying her by putting his hair back as it used to be, or as she called it "the horrific 80's do of DEATH!" but decided against it, though the idea did make him giggle. Instead he just brushed it and left it unbound, guarenteed to create alot of attention from the fairere part of the species.

He wouldn't mind creating a little jealousy, as an angry Kitten is a deluctabbly, finger licking, Sex Queen on legs when she was pissed, and she would take it out on him in the most delicous of ways, ways that would probably have his toes curling! He pulled out his biker boots, a little giddy about matching them to the right Harley. Mona and Aserah had demanded that they all get Harley's, and if there was a scarier duo on the planet he sure as hell never heard of them! Beside it was funny to hear them rant about riding like a team that belonged on the Boardwalk instead of a ragtag group of rednecks. He just went along with it, as he did favor the brand, he actually got to have a top of the line bike of his own choosing instead of having to steal it, and seeing the girls so insistant and demanding amused and lit a fire in every male there except Max, even getting a sly little grin out of the usually stoic Dwayne. Apparently, with his Kitten around, Hell was going to start freezing over alot more often! Who knew the wonders getting laid would work for Dwayne's personality?! But then again it was about time that his brother removed the stick he once believed was lodged permently up his ass!

As suspected, he found her in the kitchen, but instead of cooking her and Mona both had two nicely sized wine glasses filled to the brim and they were doubled over in laughter. He didn't know whether to join or to run like a bat out of Hell. Those two women were unlike any other he had ever met, with sadistic streaks that rivaled possibly even David himself or all of them combined. To hear them cackling in there immediately put him on guard as it could very well mean someone else's demise! "Oh come and take a seat Playboy! Don't be such a baby!" His Kitten's voice, as it usually did, had him melting like butter and he began to wonder when the hell he had become such a sucker. But as terrorfying as his gorgeous dark headed goddess was, that wasn't really a bad thing. He walked in with an amused smile and a quirked eyebrow. "Evening Mona, you are looking delectable." he held Mona's hand out and gave it a peck before taking a seat next to her and turning to Aserah, trying not to turn into a puddle!

She was stunning! Her long dark hair was half unbound and straightened, falling in shining layers of silk over her shoulders and down her back. The other was pinned up in elbaorate braids, glistening with crimson and silver ribbons braided in. On either side of her temple two tendrils spiraled down and drew you to her face. Her eye shadow was a rather interesting combo, a violet blue blue with a glistening white streak creating a lighting affect that made the stormy sea of her eyes reach out and draw you in. A light peach pink, more pink than peach gave the effect of the oncoming of night. Accented at the corners with silver and mixed with grey and charcoal colors her liner was solid black and instead of the usual egyptian look an artful whismy got a hold of her and she drew artful, curling vines upwards to accent her bone structure, tiny red crimson crystals set here and there as though hanging droplets or glistening fruit caught at midnight in the light of the silver moon. Her cheeks were barely kissed with slight pink, enough to draw in those high cheek bones and then those gorgeous lips instead of bright read matched her outfit and braids, a dark crimson, pouting and begging to be kissed!

And the outfit! Made entirely out of silk, the dress resembled a lolita dress, made out of black silk and bordered and trimmed with crimson. But instead of the sweetheart strapless neckline this dress had an open neckline of black silk, leading down to the corset of beautiful silver dragons chasing across of sea of black, lacked together with crimson and reaching down to a delightfully short, layered skirt, each layer also himmed with crimson. Tight sleeves opened just at the elbows, breaking into elegant layers of all three colors. She wore a chandalier like choker of multiple onyx black beads that reached gracefully down to just above the neckline and glistened in drops that resembled blood and clear water. Unerneath that was skin tight leggings, showing off her glorious legs that were the same crimson of the trim of the top and revealed gorgeous riding boots of solid black with steam punk buckles that reached almost half way up the boots. They reached 3 inches below her knees and the platform bottoms reached 6 inches high.

It would appear that it was he who would be the one feeling the effects of the green eyed monster tonight, she was an absolute vision, and paired with her cousin, just as exoctic looks as her, in a strapless, off the shoulder, gathered blouse that matched Aserah's black that left the mid drift bear and split open at the elbow into bell sleves. A single jewel sparked from her pale stomach, her one of three peircings and she wore skin hugging black leathers. Her red hair was bound back in a tight bun but for a single long tendril left free in the back in a long spiral. It would be a wonder if Quin would be able to look away long enough to do what he had set out to! Gorgeous as his friend was, the raw sex Aserah exuded in that moment, carefree and wild, could not be matched and he knew the rest of the Pack would be as mesmorized as he was! It took a long moment before he was able to get his head straight, Kitten indulging him with a teasing smile that yet also seemed to have a genuine shyness to it. He personally thanked his lucky stars no one came along to take her away before the Boys could find her!

"And you my dearest Kitten are mind blowing, I think you do this to torture me. To look like a Dark Goddess to drive us all to distraction!" it was all he could do to keep from taking her right there on the table, and to his surprise, Mona wore the same look. "Don't be prude Playboy. It wouldn't be the first time, or did you never wonder where her taste in red headed girls comes from? But there is time for that later. You have got to hear about this!" both girls failed at keeping in laughter and the blood rushing to their face made them that much more alluring. The sheer child like joy on her face was not something he got to see on his witch as much as he wanted, so of course he wanted in! Mona turned her head to his, glee sparking in her emerald greens. "Baby Girl here has put her daytime hours to some very interesting uses! She was just giving me the blow by blow!" He raised an eyebrow, wearing his trademark smirk that he knew who woman adored. "Oh? Well don't stop, do go on!" if this had anything to do with that traitorous whore, he wanted all the juicy details he could get!

If Kitten had not claimed her, Paul would have made sure the gypsy knew what happened when a witch betrayed her coven. An uncontrolable smile broke out on her face and her eyes lit up with electricity, the excitement increasing the growing change from emerald to crimson. He tried to keep a straight face, but with Mona giggling and the sheer hilarity the red head exuded they both were in deep, almost in tears from the laughter. Aserah cleared her throat, like a school teacher taking back control of her class. "When you are both quite one, I shall make clear to you the final demise of Star Emerson's sanity." she countered, and he decide to not look at Mona once he was calm, or he would loose it all over again. "Right then, I got a idea watching one of my favorite anime's this morning..." he put a hand over her mouth, loving how she blushed and wondering how far it reached. "First off Kitten, pretend I have no idea what anime is." she rolled her eyes at him. "I really do need to bring you into the 21st Century! Japanese anime. You name it and their's an anime for it. Do your brain a favor and never look at hentei!" she shuddred in horror.

Not much grossed out his witch so now he was a little concerned but he couldn't stop the reeling of his imagination or morbid curiosity of all that is obscene. "Tentacle porn." Mona's silent answer to his unspoken question made even the pervert in him recoil. There were things that were just multiple levels of wrong in this world and he was pretty sure tentacle porn was in the top ten! "As I was saying..." she gave him a playful glare "I was watching an anime called Bleach and in the show there is this lecherous talking stuffed animal. And I had a very brilliant ida." this was getting interesting! "You remember the teddy bear you told me about, the one you had me cover in gore and ripped open?" Paul nodded, smiling at his own handy work. "Well, taking my cue from the anime, Star now has a ripped open, bloody, beat half to hell teddy following her around both in her waking and non waking hours asking her why and saying "they're coming you know. Coming for you. They came home from where they float. They all float down there, and when it's your turn to pay the price, you'll float too, you'll float till every second is repaid! Time's up!" and at the end of every single time, teddy vamps out and jumps on her." she finished. At first he was astonished and probably resembled a fish.

All the Boys knew how deeply Star had been disturbed by the character of Pennywise in It and her love for that bear. To blend them together like that in the form of such a harmless thing, it was sheer genious, the kind that would make their leader proud! Uncontrolable laughter bubbbled out of him and it got even worse as the imges played inside his mind! Mona was giggling like the mad woman she was and Aserah wore a smug smile and looked rather pleased with herself. He couldn't tell how long it took him to gather his wits, but he was not awar when David had come in and joined him, only that the next time he looked up, his leader was there with a satisfied and mirthful grin on his face. "Well, does that, or does that not make your evening?" he commented jovially. His leader was dressed to kill, no pun intended, in a fitted royal blue shirt and leather pants, a dark biker jacket folded in his arm. The mullet was now gone, something that he and Marko finally gave in on to their witch and it did do wonders for their leader!

"That is one of the most sadistic and sick things I have ever heard, and I have heard plenty! Pour me a glass, such awesomeness should be celebrated!" he responded in praise, filled with pride. His girl had more balls that some of the most feared of his kind in the world! She got the glass and held on to the bottom while Mona poured him a healthy amount. Neither one believed in the fancy filling of the glass to only half full. Taking a long sip he said "I think I want to look into this anime, if it inspires such genious" he remarked, saluting his lader with the glass before setting it back down. What a way to start a night!

David's POV

He couldn't help the proud grin that crossed his face as was again his mind recalled the delicously evil images his Little Bird tormented the woman who had cost not only them, but Aserah, Michael, and another one, one who's life would send his Boys into a tell spin as soon as the truth came out. Naturally, after he and Aserah had put bringing the Pack back into motion, he put in another call to Stirling Oliver and pulling on his sympathetic heart strings got him to look into what had become of the little boy they all had come to look upon as their own son. Not little brother, but as though he had been born into the pack. And it had always felt so, from the very night the little guy stumbled into their cave, half starving and covered in bruises, hiding from the Surf Nazi's that got a taste of retribution later, and they found him, draining the crystal bottle containing Max's blood out of thirst. They took them to themselves immediately, careful to never let him repeat the tragedy of Lestat's precious Claudia. His species made it so that as long as the boy remained half, he could still age to adulthood. When the Brat Prince first published his side of the story David felt automatic sympathy for the heartbreak the Brat Prince must have felt every time he gazed on the daughter who probably never knew just how devoted to her he really was.

The information Stirling uncovered sent him reeling, and truth to be told the shock still left him numb, tingling, on the edge of a rage that rivaled that of the ancient serpents of old that breathed fire upon helpless villagers for sins they did not know they committed. After the fight with them was over, the Frogg's dropped Laddie, thinking him Star's responsibility, something he would not fault them for, thought probably the only thing he wouldn't fault them for. Of all the things she had done and everything she was, he always thought, deep down that Star cared for Laddie, that she did what she did that she could save him from the life of a vampire. That after they had been taken down she would look after him like he was her own. It was the whole reason Max had allowed the then lust blinded David to turn the gypsy in the first place. The heartlessness, the coldness of this woman boggled the mind of even a fiend like him who enjoyed what he was and never apologized for it!

The tramp had used all her focus onto tightening her spell to the point of turning Michael into her personal puppet and follow, worship, and care only for her and left the boy out on the Boardwalk to fend for himself, never caring for what happened to him, never looking for him. The Surf Nazi's however remembered him and took out vengence against them on the defenseless boy, using him as target practice when they were not using them as their personal punching bag. A pimp vacationing from New York and looking to expand his territory and his business took one look at the boy and saw past the bruises to the handsome young boy underneath and bought him from the gang on the spot, cleaning him up and putting him to work immediately out on the violent, gun riddled streets of the dark alley's of New York. Records showed him alive but nothing more than that, being the smart one he always had been he kept out of the radar and out of jail. But the blood connected them. He reached out for his little dude and he felt the anger, the rage, the blinding pain and the detaching numbness.

It made him sick! He felt nothing but boiling rage for what had been allowed to happen to an innocent child because the gypsy couldn't be bothered to do anything except for herself! Enslaving one soul to her own whims and saling the other to constant torture and torment! He hadn't told the rest of them yet, he didn't even know how to begin! He had been the closest to Paul and Dwayne, and the moment they learned he knew there was going to be hell to pay! And there was his Little Bird, someone who knew all too well everything he had gone through, who had walked that horrific path on the leash of her own parents. The price Star Emerson had to pay was one that she would never be able to refund in full in this life, and his witch was powerful enough to make sure that she paid for every rape, every slap, every punch, every drop of blood, every tear! The 9th Circle of Dante's Hell was to good for the likes of Star! Unfortunately the two astute and powerful witches catch everything and every image that passed his mind and the look on his Bird's face made his blood run solid ice cold!

Solid onyx eyes with black lightening circling her tiny frame, weaving in and out of her aura and Paul looked over at her both scared and also concerned for his Kitten. "What's going on?" he asked. "Laddie." Mona growled, eyes lit in ultraviolet red, so bright and burning it hurt to look directly into their dangerous and deadly light. Solid red bled into the physical realm of the seeable around her and engulfed the whole of her aura, her murderous intent clear. Something came over his brother. A fear, a heart wrenching pain and a bitter rage came out as he spoke again. " What has happened to Little Dude? David, don't you dare hide this from me! What has that sick bitch done to our child!" he demanded. Paul did not ever demand anything from him, for him to to ever do this showed the turmoil going on underneath his immortal frame. A thousand horrific images that made him sick and he was begging him to tell him that they were not true. But that sad thing was, it was worse!

But it was the darkly powerful goddess, his Priestess that answered, the images bleeding so strong into her mind that it flew into his brother's own. "Star happened?!" her growl was animalistic, primal, the sound of a tigress on the hunt for those who dared threaten her cub! It was no matter if she had not set eyes on Laddie. Pack was pack and Mona and Aserah were mother hens who took care of what was theirs but whatever means need be! The power between the witches rose like electricity, the house began to rock on it's foundations and the items shuttered and locked together. Paul reached across the table and grabbed her hand, pulling her up, into his lap and locking his arms tight around her while everything he knew inmore detail poured out of her as tears fell down her cheeks. David moved forward and using the power of his authority wrapped his arms around Mona's shoulders and radited calm.

Slowly the power began to receed and grief, all consuming and shattering fell upon them and a rage unlike any he or any of the others felt before filled their hearts to the very brim. It was one thing for them to do as they did to the Pack. They were vampires and they did feed on the living, Hunters were bound to come around at one point or another. But the complete disregard of an innocent like Laddie and allowing him to be used, abused, and left in danger for his life like that was unexcusable under any reason! As the older witch regained herself she gave David a nod and a small sad smile, showing him she had the situation under her control now. She reached out, grabbing one of Aserah's hands as Paul continued to hold on, eyes still solid black and red holding onto to her as though she were the last link he had to sanity as he kept mouthing the word no over and over again. "Baby Girl, Paul, look at me." the authorative tone Mona's voice took on filled David with a new respect for the girl.

Both turned their attention on to her. "We'll find him. We have certain connections, Quinn and I. But you dear Paul, and your brothers will have to let go of your little jealousy over Aserah so that we can work together in peace and find the boy all the faster." she said softly. The dark haired witch looked up. "Armand?" she asked. She shook her head. "You know of whom I speak, Baby Girl. You know who has the resources, the means, and the reasons to help us find the boy." she said. A slow, wondering looking, blooming into a hopeful grin formed on her perfect crimson lips. "Lestat!" and that single name caused more emotion, fear, jealousy and anger than any other could coming from the lips of the woman he loved more than any other in the world. It was the awe in her voice, the light in her eyes as she spoke it, the hope that meer name comanded that filled him with strange feelings of possesiveness. Laughter bubbled out of her as she turned her now emerald once more eyes to his and she pulled Paul's arms tighter around her and leaned back, causing his brother to close his eyes and enhale her scent.

"Fangs, you do realize that Lestat is a brother from a different mother to me, and to choose him would be like some weird incest with an older brother right? I don't even want to think about it! It screams multiple levels of just wrong! Just, just levels upon levels of wrongness!" that honest shudder in her small frame as she got up from Paul's form and the digusted look on her face dissapeared and she walked up to him, his arms automaticly encircling her slender waist as she stepped up on her toes and gave him a kiss that made the badass vampire turn into a puttle of goo! She pulled back with a half smile and said "We're going to have to do something about that temper of your's!" she said teasingly. He pulled back in and said "Don't act like you don't like it!" with a purr that sent a shudder down her spine and madehim smirk. Soon it would be him and her, the taste of her, the softness of her skin, the feel of her body moving with his, unting with another being in a way he had never done before, even as a mortal man as the war between the states raged across volatile battlefields of the south.

"You do realize the second I get you in an empty room I own you right?" she said aloud, and damned if that didn't send his libido into overdrive! "And why must it be empty, Little Bird? After all, Mona likes to watch!" he growled into her ear. "Damn straight! Must see entertainment, the red head would be pleased!" she chimed, making him chuckle. She was definately growing on him! "You sure you want an audience when I rape you?" she asked playfully. "All I know is you tow better not hold out on me!" Mona mumbled causing everyone to bust up. They were interupted when a dark head dodged the doorway and took the now empty seat by Mona. "So what did I miss?" Quin asked. "All the good stuff, like usual." his Little Bird quipped. "Yep, it was quite the show!" Mona added sagely. Quin eyed both the witches with an amused look. "What am I going to do with you?" he asked. "Whips and chains, how many times do I have to tell you whips and chains Blackwood! And for godsake, wear a little leather!" Aserah teased. Mona nodded in agreement. "Yep! The Aserah is wise and all knowing. Whips, chains, leather!"

Around those two it was impossible to keep a pokerface going! "I'll set a camera up, just for you Little Red, show Blackwood here how it's done right and proper!" he said, loosening his hold on his witch and ruffling Mona's hair. "Be sure you do. And put your back into it! Aserah likes it long and strong!" said witch squiggled out of his hold to smack Mona on the back of the head. "DO you ever think about what you're saying before it comes out of your mouth? she quipped. "Now were would be the fun in that?" Mona fired back. He could well believe that those two were the terrors of New Orleans! "Sorry Kitten, but I got to go with her on that one." Paul said, weighing in. "Of course you would." she said with a playful roll of her eyes. Soon they were joined by Max who wore a rather amused expression. "Interesting tastes you have Mona!" he said. "You are just jealous becuase you aren't cool like me, Old Man!" she replied without skipping a beat.

"If that is what it means to be cool, I'll leave the causual voyeorism o you." he said. "As you should." she said. David was pretty sure he might meet his third death through pure laughter if they didn't stop soon! "Never to fear Davey, we are on a schedule to get our bikes and raise havoc!" Paul joked, causing his Little Bird to snort in a very unlady like manner. He fake glared at her, which she saw right through. He would have to get use to someone knowing not only all his secrets, but every single thought as well. The others came in and Dwayne, which didn't surprise him in the least, came up behind her and pulled her back and against him, and she reacted by leaning back, causing a small smile to come out of him that he had only witnessed since the Little Bird had become one of them.

Dwayne's POV

"Vampiric teddy bears, don't know whether to be amused or disturbed, Princess." he said in her ear. "Be disturbed, be very VERY disturbed." she countered. She was in high spirits. But there was a shadow upon the room and for once, it wasn't Lasher. He could always pick up on that, particularly with her. "Are you going to tell me what has everyone rather homicidal?" he asked to no one in particular. The pain filled look on Paul's face put him offguard, there was a twisting pain deep in his gut, growing all the worse with the dangerous magick surrounding the Mayfair witches and the utter lost look in David's eyes, a look that he had only seen on his leader's face only one time before. When he lost them all. "It's Laddie, our little dude!" Paul's voice wavered, a mixture of pure hatred and peircing pain ripping right through everyone in the room. It was like someone had taken away his second chance at unlife in a blink! "NO!" he screamed, trying his best to keep a hold of himself. But Laddie, more than any of the others, was his son, biological or not! For anything to have happened... And the swirl of power, the power of sheer rage that visably bled black around his witch's tiny form told him he was not alone, even if she had yet to set eyes on him.

It was she who set him at ease and filled him with worry and hatred in a single moment. "The so called oh so righteous Miss Bonafide Star left him out on the Boardwalk to die while she raped Michael's free will away from him! The Surf Nazi's found him first, taking out their hate for you on a defenseless child, a punching bag, their favorite moving target before selling him to a vacationing pimp from New York! There have been sparse sightings but with the war that bares down on the Talamasca, you know, the one they want Mona, Quin and I to win for them, that is all the information we have. All we can tell you is that his aura still shines bright and his heart beats." angry tears flooded her flawless face as he wiped them away with his thumb, Mona holding on to Quin like a lifeline. THe lives the two witches led left them to only lean on one another. To think of the gifted child all alone without protection... as the thoughts crossed the entirety of every part of glass of the neighboring house and three street lights shattered. It was David that gave them a single ray of hope.

"There is a way, still. Mona thinks we can find him, that we can bring him home, to finish what had begun so long ago and take him has part of the family, as he always should have been." he sent the redhead a blank look. "How in the fuck do you purpose to do that?" he asked. She took his mood in stride. "Remember who we are when you look and Quin, at Aserah, and myself. Remember the lines from which we draw. There is someone who has ample resources and considerable power and connections that could do what others have failed to do. But for him to do that, you have to not pull to strongly on your hate of his closeness to your witch." she said. A bitter smile peaked out. "You speak of Lestat. And why would he do us this kindness?" he asked. "Because he would not see the torment of Claudia be repaid if he can do something to stunt it. If it would redeem the act of taking a child that young and locking her in the frame of a beautiful 7 year old doll forever nearly a century, he will do it, that her silken footsteps haunt his dreams no more." Quin answered.

He had a deep love for his mate's Maker, an affection that went deeper than any in the room wanted to know about. It was a chance, and as much as he may not like the man's influence over his Princess, this was Laddie! There was no way in hell he was going to leave him out there with bitter memories, out to die! And as for everyone who ever dared touch him, they were all dead, something the whole of the Lost Boys Coven could agree upon. "Do it, do ladies! Bring him, hell bring the Devil's fiend if you must if it means it will bring him back!" the tears fell and were quickly wiped away. Mona gave him a compassionate look. "I shall send forth the call. Meanwhile, it is time for use to take what is ours, and send forth a declaration of War to our would be Hunters. Let's make those bastards pay for every small scrape they ever caused on that innocent little boy and do it with glee in our hearts!" and everyone, even Max, who had his own plans to contact another old contact by the name of Marius de Romanus, had a glass filled to the brim with the wine that Aserah, Mona, and Paul had been drinking.

"To bringing the Balance back to Santa Carlo and the hand of justice to pedophilic bastards!" Quin sounded, causing Dwayne to begin to warm a little more to the still standoffish Blackwood. Aserah explained he had been a sheltered boy with extrodinary gifts that kept him on his small farm till he aged and he was hoping he and the boys could get him intiatiated right and proper! They all left, his Princess tied to him and eyeing him and Paul like the fine pieces of meat and well he enjoyed every eyefull she took and gave her playful winks that she returned with those lustful looks that made him weak! Dressed in crimson velvet shirt he matched his witch in style well, with fitted black pants that glinted in the silver light as they headed towards the cabs that Max had ordered before hand. He would not let her go out of his line of sight, he desperately needed the comfort of knowing that his witch was safe and that he was there to keep her next to him. THe whole in his heart that was for Laddie was breaking him and to loose her would mean to loose any reason to continue.

Paul met his eyes over the car and a mutal understanding was found as they held each other's gaze. The weight Aserah bore up and did with such power and such grace filled him with the kind of pride he never felt for another person! The monster that loomed like some undead Necromancer of unknown power haunted everything that she did, tainted every moment she had, every smile she wore, every happy laugh she ever let fall from her full lips. The deaths of her fellow witches at the hands of the Froggs bore far harder on her than she led on and she meant to take her vengenace on those who dared lift a hand against those who struggled only for study, for peace, and to help others against forces they did not understand! Dealing with the pain as it grew inside her, the magick making her wait for the gypsy was tearing her apart and unlike the other mates, their oneness made it so he felt it as though it was his own even though she never uttered a single world of complaint. They needed one another, to feel one another, to feel the sinlge being they made together.

Paul needed his strong, near immortal witch to act as his anchor, to hold him in place, to brace against the winds of the searing pain of what his little dude has been forced to endear. In the end it may be that all the boys would have their time alone with the traitorous little bitch that was Star, and if Quin suceeded in his mission, Michael more than even they had the right to have his turn before Aserah turned and joined them completely and left to lead the life he had always longed to. His situation being as it was, he was more than shore the Talamasca would seek to compensate what she had taken from him, enough for him to start a new life with it's own adventures, or to add his mortal gifts to their humble Order and learn the craft, begin the journey of the Great Work, and have his own story to tale before he passed. Begged into submission the cabby gave Aserah the wheel of the car and the beginning of a wild ride began with a serious talk.

"If you would do right by Laddie, you will maintain control, take back your town, and make sure they remember who you are and what you are capeable of. And you'll enjoy every second of it! Every howl you let loose, you do it for him." she spoke. Dwayne grabbed her hand and willed himself to not drawn himself in those emeralds. Squeezing it gently he said "I don't think that will be a problem, Princess," with a half smile, matched by the jesters that were Paul and Marko who gave twin cheshire grins, the kind that only meant one thing, they were out to do what they do best, create absolute chaos! All of them rolled down their windows but the cabby, who was still compelled but the subliminal part of the mind that was telling him he should be afraid for his life had him shaking like a leaf. "What do you say to a little practice, boys?" Dwayne asked them in a devilishtone that had the cabby's face turning into a more depleted, ashen gray color and had spiraling laughter coming out of his Princess. She was the first with her body half way outside the car, driving in a highspeed manor that would make many a race car driver grim with envy and stunt drivers baffled by the sheer nerve! She let out a long winded howl, a rather impressive one that sounded more like a close imitation than simply embracing the Call of the Wild.

He shared a window with Marko, who was small enough to let him have some space and soon they were following their call, getting everything from amused grins to looks of utter horror from the current residence of this town. Some of the children kept out that late howled along with them as they passed by, and he grined with the feel of the wind blowing his long hair back, the feeling of freedom and vitality of life one was given in doing wild things that made them remember that in the end, they were still all kids, really. A long throaty growl like noise came from deep within Aserah's throat, something he wasn't sure she intended or not but it sure as hell got Paul's attention! He pulled back in the car immediately took the back of her seat in a strong hold. "That's it Kitten! You have driven me quite crazy enough! I can't anymore torture, and I invented the game of torture to pleasure! You are mine tonight!" His eyes bled to a more golden hew, unmistakeable look of lust and longing on his face as his eyes caught every fluid movement she made.

A laught spun from her lips causing him to grin and making Paul groan. She reached backed and patted him on the shoulder. Oh relax, do you think I could deny that face! St. Theresa couldn't deny that face! But first, all work and no play makes Aserah a dull girl.. Let's have some fun!" she replied as they hit the Harley Davidson parking lot. She had managed to beat her cousin by 5 minutes which apparently gave her bragging rights for the next decade and as for Dwayne, he just like that smug tug at those lucious lips and fought to get his mind on choosing his next ride. He grabbed her hand. "Come lets get our bikes, the night should still be young when we ride from this place." he said softly and she nodded. Her face already wore a calculated look, scanning rows of multiple choices of very well bilt bikes. As far as he was concerned, Paul could claim his time with her later! He was still reeling from polar opposite emotions of the fate of Laddie and becoming whole again. By the time Mona had pulled out he had pulled himself out of his jealous funk. It wasn't that he resented Paul, it was simply time spent alone with the others was time not spent alone with him. And she as his soul, and he her's, damnit!

To his surprise, when Quin got out with the rest of them his eyes were pealed in a direction no where near the group. Curious about what caught the stoic mannered vamp's rapt attention he followed his line of sight and there he was, dark, curly haired Michael, who did not seem to have aged any more than they had except for the tale tale signs of clothes that ruled the streets of the 21st Century. Mona reached Quin's shoulder. "Now is a good a time as any, darling." she said. He nodded, leaving the group and beginning the recruitment process that if it was sucessful, would deal the greatest blow to the Frogg brothers and evenly more important, Star. He did his part, slowly leading the group out of the Emerson's line of sight and silently wished the other raven harired vampire luck. He had indeed always thought that somethng was up with Michael's very sudden change in behavior and personality, quick enough that even in only days of knowing him, he had been able to catch it. He didn't wish things different anymore, he bore him no more ill will. He was just another unwilling pawn in a game he never wanted to play in the first place.

Knowing now what he did, he could see that all that drastic change was far to fast to have been his reaction to Max's blood alone. It brought out the volatile nature, the inner beast in every woman and man to be sure, but what came out of Michael was something he had not seen the like of before or sense. That utter abandonment of the very things he fought so hard in the beginning of meeting them should have cued them all in that he was not himself. He had a feeling Michael, if he had not wanted it, would not have put his family at risk. He simply would have packed them up, and walked away. Now he would see what would happen when the glamour was taken off and his free will became his once more. Anything he knew of watching him from limbo after all these years is that all his rage would be focused in the tiny form of the gypsy. It wasn't in him to be a killer of mankind, he is more like the gatekeeper when the Barbarians were camped outside the gates of Rome with Alaric. He would make his secret deal and let open the gates, and leave Star's enemies to close in while he went about with repairing the damage one woman had wreaked upon his life.

He hoped he did take that position in the Talamasca, even if he didn't think much of what they had done with Aserah. There was something that boy was meant to do, someone he was meant to meet, and that fate that he saw laying on him in that cave all those years ago was still visable, vibrant, and stronger than the glamour and obesession of one woman. She had only delayed the enevitable in the end. And for her crimes against all of them, the greatest against Laddie, she deserved the very worst of fates, and knowing his witch like he did, she would make sure that she felt everything she made her victims feel while drawing out the pain and the screams. She would pay dearly for what she had done to an innocent child who looked to her for protection! He turned his mind from the heavy price the Emerson family had been forced to play to the manipulation of a witch using magick far to big for her that she had no control over. And the Order would not lift a finger to save someone who willing betrayed her coven.

She tried to make others believe that she did not know what was in that bottle that fateful night Marko threw it to her. But Dwayne had watched her and Paul kept arguing with David silently that this would not end well. That she was far more than she appeared! He knew she knew exactly what they were from the moment she laid her eyes on them, and she knew what was in that bottle and what it would do to her! She had wanted that power, that freedom, that strength against the world, and one look at their leader sent her on a lust filled spiral to use what little she had to manipulate the moment and get what she thought she wanted. But Star did not have the strength to bare the price of Immortality. She was horrified with what it entailed, the monster she would become. Even though Paul had been sure to not sugar coat a single thing, she never believed him. She only knew he hated her and he and Dwayne were the only two she could never manipulate. She never took responsibility for her actions that night. She threw all the blame on them, and when she couldn't find a way to keep the power she wanted and not turn into a vampire starved in blood frenzy, she reacted like a woman scorned and took out her anger on the young kid.

Dwayne always felt a connection to him, and with the blood in the kid's veins from a Native American relative he could very well have been a member of the same tribe, and in everyone's eyes he became his child, his son, and the only light within them all, the only right thing that sense becoming the Lost Boys that they had ever done. To know what she had left him to made him physically sick! Deep down he had always believed that whatever else she was, Star was a lady, there was some decency in her that made her recoil at them but that she would make sure that he was taken to the right places and be taken care of. As he spiraled down the whole a hand went on his shoulder and the unmistakeable smell of the love of his soul, of lives beyond count reached out for him. "Star is going to pay for the lives she has taken, has ruined, and for violating the greatest rule of the craft. She is going to pay in ways that you could never imagine. My Archangel, you and the boys, you know of the things that lurk inside of me. But not really.

Within every powerful Mayfair witch, there lies a Predator. That dark part of our soul that reaches out like the vengeful hand of a pagan god to take back or to turn events to what fate should have been. You and the Lost Boys have only seen the good in the small coven of Aserah Daniella Dellenoix and Damona Eiselle Mayfair, the light in us that led us on this path, to bring back what was stolen, to restore balance, to remove the hand of a witch who plays with things she has no business playing with. But the Predators are going to come out and all of you are going to learn why the name Mayfair and even why the names of Aserah and Damona are so feared. For every crime she has committed, every life she took, and every fate she sought to destroy to hold on to someone who in the end, would not have chose her of his own free will once he saw past what she was, and the file says that Michael's guardian spirits were not going to sit on the sidelines for much longer. For every sin committed against the son of this cousin, she is going to pay the price in full. And when you see all of me, you will begin to understand.

Mona and I were marked for this life a long time ago. And this coven, here, and now." she took his hand into hers and he squeezed it, staring into that gorgeously young face with those dazzling eyes that yet held age along with youth. The mirror image of himself, eyes that had watched the ancient waters rise above the island that started this whole thing. And the end of his story with the woman who reached to far and got burnt and the Priest and Priestess bound soul to soul in all lives, to find only one another alone in every single one, to be as One forever past that though very real love she bore for his brothers and their coven, could never reach past who and what they are. "We all, even Michael himself was meant to walk a path. A important, vital path all his own, connected even as we are to his own half of his soul. All she has done is delay the inevitable. And by doing so she has taken a tremendous price. But you shall witness her payment." and that was when her hands shook.

"Not a single man in this coven will ever let you get away from us, Princess. As you said, to witness what is to come is to reinforce for all of us who you are, what you are meant to be to us, what are meant to be with one another. I am as deeply in love with that powerful primal power, that dark Predator that lurks underneath such a perfect face as I am the strength, the grit, and the elegant beauty which touches you in everything you do, whether it be or simple, or monsterous." she gave him a knowing smile. "I know, but it's nice to hear it, all the same. It is time for the Lost Boys to grow and change, Archangel. Deep down, even Paul and Marko know they have evolved past the Sleep all day, party all night, and reign terror on the town. This shall always be our town, the same as New Orleans will be the homing beacon for the Mayfair's and those of the Lioncourt line. But we have immortality, it is time we spent it on things that matter.

No more feeding just to feed, on some poor passer by unless it can't be helped. I am not talking about being the dark savior of mankind. I am talking about taking out the trash. About finding the predators, predators we can find that will wreak the destrictive path on everything they touch, as Star has, and take them out before they can begin. TO reach out to the Great Ones that would teach us things that not even a Mayfair can imagine about the world. I do not agree with the Brat Prince that we have no place in this world. That is under the belief that there is a set destiny. Fate does rule and always has. But we make our own place in this world. We give our own beings meaning and purpose. It's time to rise and be the Lost Men of the world, to put down the bottles and the teenage behavior that doesn't fit any of you anymore and become everything I know you have it in you to be. And it starts here in our santuary, where it will always be a sanctuary.

Put a leash on the supernatural underground of this town before it destorys itself. Help me become what I was born to be. Intiate Quin and Mona, who belong more to us than the other coven in the first place. And we will start it here, right now, by choosing our bikes and making connections with others who can help us rise out of the rut I know not even David wants a part of anymore." her words saw way past her years and into the hearts of the thoughts he had been having since she had brought them back into the world. It was time for being a Lost Man, as she called it, to actually mean something. They were past the fledgling age of party and then pillage. Even before they had been taken out, it had started to ware thin on the group and they began to long for something more. To become something more. And now with the reforged group they had their one chance to do these things. And he knew that David and all the others whom cued into these words had agreed.

The first thing they were going to do was to secure their base here and make sure that it never was that vulnerable to Hunters again! It was an embarrisment that amatures were able to achieve what they did. After breaking the glamour off Michael and starting him off on his own path, one that lied with a witch with a legacy as dark and long as Aserah and Mona's own, their next quest would be to work with the Brat Prince and anyone else for whom he had to set aside his own feelings of envy to find Laddie. THe connection he shared with his son was so strong that it had not been broken after his 'death'. He knew that Laddie was still alive, and he knew that he was in trouble that was to great for him to be able to pull himself out of. If it meant giving the blonde, violet eyed fiend who inspite of what his witch said, he knew that underneath there was a special interest in her or he wouldn't feel him feeling for her across continants every night. The startling suggestion that on the Mayfair side, in the days the human Lestat walked the streets of Paris and indulged in his falling in love with all the women who adored him, especially the strongest, had him feeling that two connections could be that strong.

She may be connected to the Brat Prince by blood and if found to be true, he would never be able to be out of his presence. He had voiced this concern before and she told him. "We may have a bond, he and I, a bond that won't break. But it is not the bond we share. He is not mine in the way that you are mine, I am not his in the way that I am yours. You have things to learn from him, or not. But he is no concern that should plague you. I want you, always you, and it will always be you. And if I ever have to choose between my life and yours, I will let my go for you everytime. He is a fiendish father to me, and you owe him a debt. If not for his timely intervention, I may never have gotten here and convinced myself out of it. Now because of him I am where I belong, with my hand in yours, waiting to start the first battle of a war that has encompassed more centuries than I care to count.

He will do this because it is something he must do for the daughter he loved more than any other before or after her, though he will never say so to anyone. More than even Louis himself. He will do it to save another from having to be sealed up in blood frenzy in a stone tower with a moon roof to burn. It is his tribute to her life, a way to finally let her go into her next life where perhaps they will meet again. THis one thing he will not look to find some way to cut us out. He knows what you feel better than any other vampire in the world. The only thing you need concern yourself with is the fact that for his love of me and for Laddie, he will insist on checking in. And once you know him, you will realize that he and David are not really all that different at all. Now, lets find us the beginning of our journey!" and taking his hand while Paul sent a wink in both their direction and Aserah shooting him a smirk and blowing him a kiss that made his brother smile and catch it like a base ball and hold it to his heart like a lovesick teenager, exaggerating to pull him out of over analyzing everything, he pulled his mind off of Laddie and the tainted Savior with a Lion's Mane that he had a feeling might get sucked into their expanding world at somepoint as well.

All of the bike's were gorgeous, each with their own single beauty, greater than any diamond and more precious than any gold to him and the wonderful and darkly gorgeous woman at his side. He was looking for something that had both endurance and speed. Beauty was important but like his last ride, he had this strange belief that machines had a soul, and he would not settle for anything less than the bike that had been built to be his bike and his bike alone. It was a traight he shared with all of the boys. Pulling him after something sparked in those dazzling emeralds, his Princess began to follow along the rows, like being pulled by an unseen cord wearing a smile that would have dropped Henry the VIII to his knees and make him beg like a 10 year old boy! Ignoring his libido for once, his heart race picked up. Their connection had him filling that pull, and he kept his eyes peeled in front for the perfect ride that seemed to be guiding his beloved into it's direction.

And the masterpiece that she stopped before had his jaw drop! It was a dazzling beauty, something light weight and built for speed, but unlike the others that had been built for that same reason, care had been taken into building it in the classic style, with hand crafted solid metal made to last for years! The ruby red color caught the eye, and the siren like color he would usually avoid for the flash drew him in like a honing beacon! The chrome shone out, polished and without a single flaw, baffling as the machine was a 2110 gorgeous red chopper and was used! Eyes glowing he looked to his girl who gave him an indulging smile, encouraging hm to straddle the bike, seee how it felt underneath him and it was like a dream! The weight was perfect, the machine itself not overly bulky, it had just the right amount of speed, of flash and style and yet it was understated enough to catch his fancy. He gestured for her to take a seat. "Oh no no, I may do many things for you who carries my soul and my being. But I don't ride bitch!" her comment made him laugh outloud!

The more he thought about it, he realized with girls like her and Mona, they never rode bitch. They raced with the boys! He gave her the smile that was just for her. "I had hoped so. I need look no further, this girl is mine and you need to find your own soul machine." she smiled like a wicked fiend and whistled the sells rep who came running, wearing that plastered smile that had he not been in such a great mood and he was back in the old days he may have just been killed for. But if he was going to sale him this bike and do it at a price that would have him fired later, Dwayne being a master at negotiation and this man not even on par with a Avon salesperson made him appreciate his life a little more than he would have usually. "I want this one and no other. Lets get the papers signed, I'm taking her home tonight and I won't take no for an answer!" inwardly shuckling as his witch put her feelers out to find her own machine.

Dwayne's bike: .

excerpt: Mona chooses a ride along with Quin, as does Paul, David, and Marko in the interlude and they are below, as this is a very long chapter, but very needed one and I hope you have the paitence to continue to read it as you need to as their night continues.

Mona's bike: /3d/3d_harley/3d_harley_

Marko's bike: . (because real men can ride violet bikes and still scare the hell out of you!

Quin's bike:

David's bike: .

Quin's POV

He was making eyes at a beautiful 2011 Solid royal blue sportster, so engrossed in his own world that he didn't notice Quin's steady approach. He had to clear his throat to get him to look up at him. Whatever of Max's blood was still working in his system it made him recongnize what he was automaticly! There was a panicked look on his face, making him wonder where he found the guts to go against the Lost boys in the first place. He raised his hands up, the universal sign of surrender. "Calm yourself Michael, I am not here to do you any harm." he was given a disbelieving look. "Is that so? Then tell me, what business does a vampire have with me and why would he know my name?" he asked. I am doing a favor for the Talamasca. You know who they are. They were interested in your gift as a natural medium, and your welfare. They still are. A friend of mine named Summer is in charge of your case and has found out something disturbing, something ongoing that is being done to you that you need to know about."

The dark haired man visably relaxed. A sigh of relief sounded out of his mouth. "I had heard they had made an alliance with some of your kind. Here is not the place to talk." he replied. Quin smiled at that. He had done the right thing in invoking the name of the Talmasca. "TO be sure. I was hoping you would be willing to walk with me." he replied. Slowly, Michael nodded. He petted the bike he had been oggling before turning to leave the lot, Quin steering him away from his new coven even as Dwayne kept the group out of eyesight. He really liked Dwayne and Aserah was right, the man was gorgeous! But unlike the rest of the coven, Dwayne had no desire to share. He worshipped his witch and her alone, and even tonight he noticed he was so caught up in her that all the other gorgeous females other than Mona who was a friend didn't even get so much as a glance. Quin of course was rather proud, but still, it was a shame.

They were quiet for a long moment, and Quin saw the beauty in Michael that had enamored and ensnared Star and in turn him, a victim of his gifts because one night he rean into the wrong woman. He could relate in more than one way! It's why he felt he could reach out to him. Michael and him almost had an identical story, only in the end, though happy, Quin still was turned into the monster that he was. He hoped to God and all the Saints he would take his offer. "My name is Quin Blackwood, and when I was human,my gift was like yours. THe kind that puts us on the radar of powerful supernatural predators. Gifts that put us in vulnerable situations, and our enemies and our friends are not always who we think they are." he started. Choclate eyes locked onto his own. "Am I to understand that I am in such a vulnerable position." his voice carried vemon and a warning. "You are, placed there by those you love the most." he replied. He began laughing.

"THough they are friends, I wouldn't put the Frogg brothers in that catagory" Michael said. Quin shook his head sadly. "I do not speak of the Froggs, Michael. You know of whom I speak, have even begun to suspect something. Your feelings are no longer so intense, nor your desire to answer her every whim. The spell's hold is at a weak point, your own desires are clearer to you than they have been in years." Quin continued. A hostile look was now on his face, as he knew it would be. "I don't think I like where you are going with this."he said, a low snarl coming out. "I didn't expect you to like it, I epect you to listen. You owe that much to the people who truly love you. People whom you put in a deadly situation, a situation that could have cost your then 10 year old brother his life. Tell me Michael, that whole time did you spare one thought towards what he was risking, what he was going through, his life, his wefare? When before Santa Carlo you were over protective almost to a falult? Have you spared him even so much as a thught sense he served his purpose?" he could see the rage boiling before he caught his fist speeding towards his head.

"Look at me, Michael." and he defiantly did. "Apare him th thought now. Read Summer's file. Look openly and honestly within yourself and learn the real truth behind you and Star. Do it for yourself! This is not the path you are meant to take! There is another fate for you, another life you are meant to lead, lives you are meant to save and deep down you are beginning to know it for yourself! Read what Summer has risked so much to get for you. Or do you fear to much what you might find?" he said evenly. Michael slowly softened, the blow hitting him like a sucker punch to the gut. Grief filled him, grief over his now dead mother taken by cancer who's funeral he didn't bother to attend because he was to caught up in his wife to be there for his brother when he needed him the most! To get his brother out of a life far to dangerous for him! He saw the wheels turning in those eyes that were just beginning to clear. He took the file and reluctantly began to read. He became more and more disturbed with every ugly detail.

Vulnerable and sickened didn't even begin to cover the thoughts towards the wife that before that moment he had adored as a living goddess for so long! For the first time he saw the Lost Boys in their proper light. David never had meant to harm him or his family! In his own rough way, he was trying to give him the tools to protect himself, to make him belong, to give him a family, and perhaps Max really was in love with his mom, and he had no designs to harm Sam but to take him on as a son, like Laddie. But what put the tears in his eyes was learning of the danger he had put his family in and how he didn't even spare them a thought. He slammed the folder shut. "What happened to me? Why didn't I care!?" his eyes were pleading and scared, confusion pouring out of him, his desperation great enough for Quin to feel it. "Someone cast a specific spell on you, a spell forbidden amongst witches, for it takes away a man's free will, makes it so that his only desire is to please the caster. Your will has not been your own for quite sometime." he replied.

The first emotion was utter shock. He resembled rather closely to Quin someone who had just been shot. He began to tremble, the long burried will struggling against Star's magick. He wasn't even seeing the vampire that was holding him steady. The power of conflicting emotions swept over him completely. But Quin, who knew far more about magick than he did knew it was a battle he could not win. He guided his charge to a bench realizing the very powerful bargaining chip he now had. Soon he would be in the position to offfer the londer a deal, one that he could not refuse. Give to them Star and the Froggs and then, in return, Aserah will break the glamour and give him back his free will and a place would be open for him within the womb of the Talamasca, far away from the seaside town that had taken so much from him.

He snapped out of his musing by a very broken and panic stricken man. "I can't! I can't break the hold? What do I do? Who did this to me?" he demanded. Quin fought the urge to roll his eyes, as the answer was rather obvious. Instead, he put a hand on his shoulder and mastered his features into a look of deep compassion. "The deepest and most painful of wounds are those we recieve at the hands of those who claim to love us the most. Those who carry our blood in their veins, or those who hold our heart. Look within and gather what strength you need to face the truth Michael Emerson. But when you do, don't diservice yourself and languish in denial. Accept it, as terrible as it is, and take the steps required of you that you may remove back your own. It is not in our power to break the spell. And as for who cast the glamour, I think you know the answer. THings don't stop being true because we don't want them to.

You must be brave. You must accept what you know in your heart is ture. And then, you must make allies with those you were used to hurt, to let open the gates, that justice be done. An attrocity has been committed against you, a crim that has one sentence. A witch who betrays her coven must be given over to the High Priestess, and that Priestess is Aserah Daniella Dellenoix Mayfair. They Boys are all returned. Upon news of your sate, they have set aside their hatred and offer you a truce. Not one will left an arm against you on the conditions that you take this offer. Regrain your free ou never knew you had. It will take you far from this town that they never want to see you in again. Regain your will, and take a place within the Talmasca and hone your gifts, reach your potential you never knew you had! Do this and never mention a word about the events that took place here. Slip info when you can, Give them counsel that would lead them to us. The rest need not stain your soul. Hand us the Frogs, open the gates, let Star meet her debt, then enter the Talamasca and get on with that fate that is so important to you and those who need you whose names you do not yet know.

Do this and never look back and we will never harm you or your family ever again. The Lost Men will vanish from your life as though we were never there. But this is the only time I offer this to you. It is not a descision to make easily. But do this and your family, maybe even your true soul mate, might be able to find you and you can rebuild what she took from you. If you do not, Marko will take your life, and not even I will lift a finger to stop him." Michael nodded sadly. Everything he thought to be true had been false. "I need to know something. When David intiatied me..." Quin nodded, he meant to make you belong. TO give you the family you never had, brothers who would protect you and keep you and everyone you love from harm. But that is not the path your life is meant to take. You are a child of the Talamasca, and a green eyed beauty of extrodinary power is in dire need of your help. She fights her own wars against beings that make David look like a choir boy. Those around her use her like their personal servant and she has no one to lean on and no one to help her deal with forces the rest, even the vampire who is her friend, do not understand.

Take the deal and meet your fate bravely.. If you do, we will meet with Aserah and Mona and break the glamour but blood bind you to your word to not directly interfere, deliver the Froggs and Star and then walk away. If you break that blood bond it takes your life that you are just getting back." he took Michael's cell and put his number in it. "Destiny rarely gives us time to consider. What are you going to do?" Quin asked. "Tell them I'll take it. I'll take the deal. We'll set up when to do the blood bond and everything. I want my life back!" there was a life back in those eyes, something that filled Quin with hope for the young man that so much had been stolen from. Something which would bond him to the woman who was his true mate. "I'll wait for your call." and after that he went back to the dealership where Aserah was signing papers for a gorgeous black chopper. Having made an earlier trip Quin picked up his own and the sound of the bikes of the rechristened Lost Men sounded down the highway and onto the Boardwalk after nearly three decades of dreary silence!

He told David silently "It is done. Boy is pissed and when this is over, his destiny lies across the country in a town called Mystic Falls."

Aserah's POV

The bike's lined up one by one, all choppers, Aserah all smiles on her black beast which she would later have put in chrome the name Nocteventus meaning night wind in latin. Her gorgeous onyx chapter felt just as Dwayne described, as a part of your body that calls out to you till you find it, and before then, no other ride will be right for you. And the onyx beauty with the silver flames called out to her like her Patron Bast herself! She immediately and without thinking got on it, Paul right beside it. Beautiful Kitten! That machine is made for you! If only I could show you how you look on that machine... you were right. You never ride bitch! You have to get this one, and then you have to name her." she could clearly see just how exicted this image was making her mate, and with this powerful machine between her legs and the power she could feel from it without even turning on the engine, she could tell that after a night of racing this beauty she would raping her poor Playboy, or maybe vice versa, that look he was giving her was making her a little crazy! Then purchase her I shall, and her name shall be proudly be put in chrome, Noctera.

She wore a proud smile, lust not far from her own mind. He came up, wrapped his arms around her to help her off the bike and pull her to him, he obviously wanted her to know what she did to him, what he intended to do to her later. He gently nipped her ear. "God, I want you, I want you more than I've ever wanted anything! You make me crazy!" she felt every single muscle in that lithe tall frame, and she made sure to mold every curve into him. "Make it worth my while my beautiful Playboy. I don't intend to let you walk anytime soon. But I wish to ask you something." his eyes bored into hers, lust brimming over but yet there was a tenderness there, a yearning that went beyond his carnal longings and towards his desires just to touch her, to be near to her, to be alone where the others couldn't reach him and he could take his time. "You fear to much." he said with a crooked smile that sped her heart up. "My Goddess must be worshipped, to be made mine in everyway I can make you mine. I want you only with me tonight and not a though of any other to even enter into that gorgeous head.

I want your body and I need it, and I need you, hear, feel it." and she reached beneath his jacket for his heart that pounded for a vampire, which meant it was at regular rythm. And everything told her how much he needed her, that the Playboy was now only her Playboy, all he saw was her, all he wanted was her, all he needed was her, to be with her, to touch her, to be inside her, to taste her and make the mark that showed the world that she belonged to him and that anyone outside the Pack that dared even try was dead by default. A silly smile spread across her lips and her eyes lit up. "Then tonight, we will hurry this little bit of fun, and then we will claim the attic, and you will make me yours." she said purring into his ear and smiling at his inner growl. "No, it's more than that. I am going to be Paul and you are going to be Aserah, and I am going to make love to you till the sun rises." he kissed the most senstative part on her neck and smirked when she mewed.

"Now while we did that, your lovely Noctera was made yours." she looked over to David and was blinded by the sight. He was himself again, his gorgeous bike beneath him, his manical smile gleaming from ear to ear, the excitement like electric current drawing all to the ice of his blue eyes. He was a gorgeous fiend, a leader and a man again, and he was riding with the men and women that he adored! The adoring look he gave her almost knocked her over. "I owe you everything, EVERYTHING! I am the leader but you my lady" he kissed her hand "are the undisputed Queen and anything you say goes as if it came from my lips, understood boys?" they all grined like lunatics. "I have something special planed for you tomorrow, My Bird Queen. It's time to know how much I adore you." she gave him a blinding smile before her and Mona shared manic grins and revved the engines. "Up for a game gentlemen?" Mona asked.

Paul looked over at his bestie. "Always my lovely Red! what do you have in mind?" he asked with a michevious look in his eyes. "TIme to play Boardwalk Bowling. Whoever drives the most people towards the most people towards the water wins." she let out a laugh. "Girls! You can't be..." "Addie up or go home Pussy!" Aserah shot him a competitive glare, one that Blackwood could never turn down. "You calling me Yellow Mayfair?" he asked revving his own engine up. "If the shoe fits..." and he laughed. "Alright, game on, but no causualties!" and every single one of them groaned. "I don't believed David died and made you leader, the rules are his call dude." and right then Aserah wished she could kiss her Cherub's cheek! He was adorable when he took down a man a peg or two! She liked seeing this stronger side of him, and she knew that David was surprised and proud of his brother and the change in him. David's eyes glowed a reddish gold. "Right you are Marko! I leave causualties to every vamp's own conscience. But those to squeamish to kill are to squeamish to play with the likes of this lot!" and all at once, they lined up, Mona slightly ahead to sound off the salute.

"Tell me boys, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?" Aserah asked suductively, making the reaction time of the rest of the vamps but her, Mona, and Quin just a half second slower and giving her a head start. She kept her eyes only on the prize because she almost wrecked when her eyes landed on Dwayne in head to toe leather black and bare chest cut by the gods visably showing and glowing like the rest of his beautiful form under the silver light of the moon. Like her favorite character in Firefly, another 21st must see to introduce them too, the divine and graceful River Tam, she, Mona, and her Boys belonged to the Black. THey were crafted for it, by the mortal lives they had before, by the moments that lead up to now. And for the first time, none of them, not even her beloved brother from a different mother Blackwood, foght against it anymore. Even as she sped like a bat out of hell, she took her brand new status of Queen of the Lost Men to give out the terms. "Winner takes two fold prizes. First vamp to go under camera and declare open season on the Frogg's gets a long, "special evening with the redone Fave with yours truly, the others haveing to provide the wine, rum, and the set up. The runners up however do not go away empty handed. I designed something a little special for my men. Avenged Sevenfold is in town, a band that will blow any other band you have ever heard before out of the water along with the requisite special brownies, baked by Mona and I ourselves."

"I added extra fudge and we splurged on Jamaican Gold!" "Don't fear Playboy, follow the plan and you will be all mine, with Jamaican Gold fudge that is well, made lickable if you catch my drift. I know this is your area of expertise and I have been riding since I was a child. And wouldn't you..." and an image of him claiming her mouth, hard, against the opening of the cave wall shut up even her iternal dialogue. "Shhh, paitence my goddess, paitence!" meanwhile Mona continued. "The looser will be set in the house, tied by steel, policed by Max and forced to watch all three Twilight movies. No breaks, no escapes, and Max gets to have the best practicale joke to play he has had in YEARS! Now, anyman who wishes to cash in his chips and leave the game now will not go under any of these. Continue to ride with us and your fate is in your own hands." and Mona and Aserah howled. They had planned this all day long. Mona knew how much Paul needed his witch, and though her Baby Girl was better at hiding it, she knew it was mutual.

David knew he would have his time last, it was a gift he chose to give his Men after all the time they had lost, and they both knew that when he took her she would know that she was more to him than just a means to an end. But Paul was in love with her, even if he didn't realize it yet. He longed to touch her every time she passed, to kiss her every time they locked eyes. He dreamed of her when he closed his eyes durring the day. He was not what Dwayne was to her, none of them ever could be, but out of them all it Paul was second to his brother in his absolute need for her, for her body, for her heart. He had to know she loved him as much as he did her. It was an insecurity he hid, a dark past that was all to much like her as Mona's own. And she could never deny that electric spark between them every time they touched, that energy, part animal, part carnal, part human. They simply chose a game that they knew that the two who were the greatest on the bikes would win, as she had done when her and Dwayne had to unite their souls to one another.

It was a weird state. She could never tell the others that her soul belongs to Dwayne alone, and his to her, especially not to Paul. But the human heart in her called out to the human heart, the wounded man in Paul who needed to be truly loved. Not seen as something to be fucked and dumped but to be taken, lain down, made loved too, to be made to belong to someone. She would make sure he never felt anything but wanted, desired, adored, ever again. And the man her soul was understood and loved his brother, and would not take this away from him. It was Aserah and Dwayne in all and every life so he felt no ill will towards the stronger and stronger feelings Paul had that he hid all to well. Besides, he had told Aserah that the others needed a night to be them again, and this was just the right set up. He played the game and led the others by faking images that turned into shadows, a gift David did nto know he had. Even so, He and his blonde leader took an even lead after Aserah and Paul, trailed behind by Mona just barely, in fact she was riding David's bumper and he wondered about something.

It was in his eyes, when he thought he wasn't being watched. There was a growing affection for the wild red-headed Mayfair and the pack, but more than that, a strange connection, something that brought the dormant wild in Max out that had not seen the light of day in more decades that Aserah cared to count and it did not feel platonic. It would be fine if it was one sided, but it wasn't. Mona was the kind that could love and give love to many and be in love and bound to all. But Quin had a possesive love over his girl. Something that he knew might lead to trouble at some point later. No doubt they loved one another. But Mona was stronger than Quin, she was wild, free, in tune with the whims of her soul and dancing to the tunes of the stars. She was a natural part of the Pack, like Aserah, as if the wild Mayfair girls always belonged there. But Quin was reserved. Not because it was an skill he learned as it had been with Max that simply became a crutch from a heart broken to many times but because that was who Quin Blackwood was. He loved Mona fiercly, but Aserah was a witch of great power. Uncle Julien had brought them together for a purpose, and when it was served, Mona would loose her Hamlet. But she would gain, in time the man who would make share she never need to lay upon the water lillies.

Quin sought out Michael because he knew that in the end, his path led in the same direction as the Emerson boy. To stop something she does not quite understand, and to find their Priestess's as Dwayne and Aserah found theirs. (That's right I am pairing Mona with Max and Max is about to get back to his roots. Away with the glasses, the middle aged look that does nto belong on the body that belongs to a person who looks like they are in their mid 20's, and our favorite Red Head is going to bring him back to life! I loved the couple of Mona and Quin, but they don't really fit for the long hall. Mona is wild and free and Quin is in his own way exactly like Louis. I may pair him with an OC, with Lucy Bennet, Caroline, or have a tragic but happy end where he reunites with his Grams and Claudia herself guides him to Heaven. ) It seemed David saw it too. He liked what he saw in her, and more than anything, he liked seeing how Max reacted to her. He laughed more. He lost the prep look within a single evening, there was slight flirting that left his Maker's emerald eye's alight like never before.

That night he took his son aside and told him he had his first dreams about her. Nothing overly intimate like it had been with them and their witch, but playful. He had no desire to hurt Quin, though to tell the truth, unlike Dwayne, David had told Aserah he hadn't felt anything about Blackwood one way or the other. He had asked her to do a reading, and make sure neither Max or Mona knew she was doing it. It was a complicated look into fate that would have to follow the cycle of the moon, and the dreams of her soul sister and her Ada would continue. And if his gut was right, Aserah knew just how intimate those dreams could be. So she did the same for Quin and the fate that may lie for him in Mystic Falls. By the time the fate of Lasher and all of them had been decided one way or the other, the answer would not be able to be distubuted. She focussed back on Paul, flashing him a wild grin and let off a lusty growl before taking a high jump and turning a back flip, pleased at her ability to land the difficult manuever that also ended up send four pedestrans diving for the waters.

His eyes lit up and she was caught up in the passion, the adrenaline, the determination in his veins to win, to take his beloved witch away from everyone in the place he considered home above all others. His voice and hers. She would see the side of him the others would never see. He was far more intelligent that he was given credit for. But he got it from his own gifts, sensory, taking bits of information from everywhere while he slept and somehow being able to make it all fit. It was a skill she didn't think even Marious himself could master. Maharet, perhaps. THey broke faster and faster towards the well lit and modernized cave because she felt the desire burn the greater, the need take over. Her heart was taking complete control tonight and it wasn't relinquishing it anytime soon! The camera was reached before they tore up the old trail, all stoping the race to remember what this night was really about.

"Hello boys, did you miss us? We missed you? In fact, we are all here, and we have gifts for you!" the wicked tone in David's voice sent shivers down her spine. Jumping down and only holding her a short moment he couldn't resist a kiss to her long neck. "You have strange desires, my Little Bird. You are in love with the monsters that the dasmel is supposed to be saved from." he nuzzled her. "Never liked Princes. Bunch of pompeous bastards want to rule my life and make me a proper lady, fuck you! I belong to the Black!" she said. "You know I like that. It fits." he smiled before taking Paul's arm and leading him to his lady. Paul's smile, it was one like she never seen before. And it belonged only to her. Only she would ever get to know this one fully and completely. She was honored and overwhelmed. "Shhhh, hush my Kitten. Don't think. Feel. My walls are down, let go of your own. Don't be afraid." and down they came, the good, bad and the ugly. "So strong, my baby. No one touches you, not even then. Let me take away their stain." he spoke silently.

He would take back the night of horror when she burned her parents alive as Marko took back the unspeakable torment of that perfect and sunny school day in Colorardo, 1998. She was no longer scared about how much her boys meant to her. That they were her everything even now. And she wasn't afraid. It was a weight that was gone for the first time she could ever remember. She leaned back into his arms as he took his turn. "You remember her, don't you Star?" as he gave her a lustful kiss and playfully skimmed the top of her shirt she looked up, eyes solid red, no white to be seen. "Of course you do sweety. Or you will. I know what you have done. You have not only betrayed your coven, but the blood of your sister witche's stains your hands as you helped those pathetic Frogs kill them because you were afraid of being exposed for the traitrous slut you are! You knew what you drank that night, you chose to become apart of their coven. And being a witch, even as next to skilless as you, you knew what that meant.

When you betrayed your coven, what did you think was going to happen? That the three fold law just wouldn't find you? That you were to pretty to die? That anyone could protect you? As the High Priestess of this coven, it is my duty and my privilidge to extract the price of your crimes. You will know the pain of your victims, the loss of those you turned into unwitting love slaves, a thousand deaths of the sisters you helped kill. And then you will know the suffering you put your Brothers through, and then you will pay for what happened to Laddie, every rape, every punch, every tear he ever cried, they will be all yours to cherish. And then I will do what you never had the guts to do. I will take your blood, I will finsih the transition, and I will leave you to rot in Hell with vampire teddy, how rude of me to take his new favorite toy away!" she gined.

"Terribly rude Kitten. He has been so excited! Be glad she takes justice and not vengeance, little bitch. This time, there are no secrets. No daytime to hide behind. Not one single Hunter or witch or the order you in your stupidity pissed off are going to lift a finger to help you when we take your little gypsy into her cage and then make her watch us drain you of your pathetic existance. I wanted to burn you, but David has a thing about things going full Circle and overkill. And when you are gone, We are going to have our witch wreathing in pleasure in your blood." even the threat had him pressing harder against her. She shuddered back and he held her tighter. "He adores you as much as I." he whispered in her ear and made her smile that smile that was just his. Turning from the camera it was time to dally up and as imagined, they had won. She took a look at the now turned off camera. "It's a shame. I thought about giving them a show..."

Paul laughed with her soon to be followed by the rest. "I do love a kinky woman, but not just this time. But when we have them in the spot they tried to destroy our lives, I think it's a perfect idea. Only I won't be alone." he winked at Dwayne over his shoulder and she shuttered in shear pleasure. "Alright, alright, wait till we are out of eyesight! Here are the tickets David. Quin, I'm sorry honey, but you and Marko shall be forced to endure Twilight, and don't even try to run, I got Max and our child retriever who will be speaking to us tomorrow on stand by!" and that was when he walked with her towards the waters. She knew he had no love of the Brat Prince, because he was to much like himself but with godlike power and she did adore the violet eyed vamp, but fancying him, ugh, just no! "I have a surprise for you I left out." she said with a smile. "Oh?" his eyes lit up, and never once left her. "We have a moment before they supply our winnings. Meanwhile, I would like to lie in those rather nice arms and utilize electricity in that lovely home of ours by watching Casablanca."

"And how did you know?!" he nearly squealed. "Max told me, but only me. The boys will think I made you watch it. Your ego is saved." he pulled her to face him. "I adore the ground your feet graces." and those gorgeous blues bored into her own, and happily and willing she dwowned in their depths, tracing the side of his face with the lightest of touches as he couldn't stop stroking her hair. "I could loose my life in those eyes and die a very happy death. As long as you would let me." he pulled her against every curve, every muscle. There weren't words for him in that moment. His gaze deepend. "Tell me what you want of me Goddess." she knew he had never meant any question more in his life. "All of you, this wordless beauty, the wild man, the beast, the darkness, the light, the wisdom, the fun, the fighter, the peacemaker, that smile that bears your heart to me, that is only mine and mine alone, that body you wish to give, truly give to me, that you have never really given to another. I want you, all of you, in fact, want is not a sufficent word. I need all of you. But can I have all of you?" he pulled her in for the most passionate kiss he had ever given her, every filling flooding through her mind like a hurricane, like a caress, like an assurance.

Her breasts were thrust against him now, curves molded in a way that held back nothing. This was no longer playtime. He pulled back with a gentle peck and she did, she saw the tears. "Tell the others you saw these and I'll deny it." she laughed while she wiped them away. Was that a yes Paul?" she teased. He flicked the back of her head. "Of course it was! I needed to know. I know what you have with Dwayne is beyond us. I won't fight that, and I couldn't if I tried. But I needed to know that you belong to me too!" she pulled his arms around her from behind as they walked towards the bluff. "Forever and Always, Playboy. If you didn't know I love you, well I am just going to have to convince you aren't I?" her retort made him laugh. "I certaintly won't protest. Especially if that offer of rape is still good." "Oh it is, especially after that display. You've been holding out on me!" he laughed sofly.

He couldn't make himself stop touching her, caressing her soft skin, to run a hand through a silkin trindril. When she led him to the renovated Cave his jaw dropped to the ground and she wore a proud smile on her face. "Amazing! you acutally managed it!" he breathed. "Aye, and tomorrow if you don't object, the others shall move in." and he laughed again. "My devious minx!" he teased as he walked in, noting a fully restored everything, the tell tell signs of the Earthquake still clear but the return of the posh, upscale turn of the century furniture blended with modern technology blew him away. She took his hand and pulled on it. "Not done yet, you got to see your room!" she said. He pulled her to face him. "Later. Now it's you, me, and everyone's favorite gangster." she squeeled as she pulled him along with her onto the most comfortable of blankets he ever came across. She hit a remote and a small fire started far away. "Every girl wants to have her time in front of a fireplace" she explained when he covered them up and pulled her tight against him.

She started the moving though they barely saw it. "I'm sorry my beauty but your neck diefies all my logic and the ability of thought." he said as he open mouth kissed her pulse point again.

Paul's POV

Her mews were making him crazy! He had an idea this was sensitive but he couldn't think, all he wanted was to hear those soft cries, the warmth of that curved tiny body curled against his, and he wanted more than to just take her. He wanted to hold her there, protect her from the world that had already done it's damage. Whenever he traced a scar on her shoulder he traced it with his lips, wanting to take away the memormy of the pain it once had brought her. He couldn't believe it actually happened but he was madly in love with her, and even if he had to share his mate, he would do it a thousand times over just so she would be his. She saw past what the others did, the facade he wore, to the man he really was and why he became the partying manwhore. In fact she told him to keep both parts, just be her manwhore, which he rewarded as was proper. If the boys didn't hurry up he might do something horrific to them though! He wanted nothing, needed nothing more than to touch her, taste her, take her, move inside her and hear his name fall from those rose lips over and over again, to cry out in that most beautiful of voices.

Finally it was Marko who stuck his head in. He laughed at the pure nostalgia while Cherub boy marvled at Kitten's work! "You are amazing!" he said in an awed tone. "She is, and we thank you but please, Marko." his tone was begging but Marko gave him an indulging grin and left fast, something he would be sure to reward later. She opened the rum first, took a swig, before grabbing another special bottle. "Now, your aid if you please." he grinned and pulled her back as she sat up, unbuttoning the choker, after wich a liquid came out that dulled his senses that she ran up and down the length of her neck to her shoulders and along the color bone. "Dark chocolate, kinky indeed." but just the right kind. He let her pull off his jacket and his shirt, afte which he laid her on her back and at first just stared, in awe.

She pulled him down to her lips by his own necklace, grinning into a deepening kiss, one that grew heated and intense in a matter of seconds. As much as he loved the thought, nothing taste better than her. He wiped her off. "No baby, I just need you. Nothing tastes like you!" and after another softer peck he kissed her deeper, slowly pulling at the strings of the corset, teasing fingers running across thin fabric. She was rather insatiable and that made him a very happy man indeed! As the corset pulled apart he slowly used his hand to caress upward, and she took a finger and the way she had with those nerve endings had him mewing just as she did! Finally it was gone, and his gazed over he from in worshipful reverence. "No woman is or ever shall be more beautiful than you he whispered, kissing up her stomach, unhooking the front of the bra to show perfect breasts, round, large but not cartoonish, with pink hardoned nipples staring up at him, begging for him, and he was nothing if not a gentleman after all!

He raised up and took her mouth and powerful as she was, strong as she could be, she submitted to his beast, it meant more to him than she could ever know. The vampire inside worshipped her now as much as the man. He pulled back and got lost again in those emeralds. "Tell me your mine!" he growled softly. Her eyes were solid red. "Yours!" and he praciticly purred to hear it in that husky tone, the smell of her arousal making him crazy, calling him to posess her entire and whole. But instead he lowered his mouth to her first nipple, and the vampire took over, just a slight hitch when he bit but no fear, in fact the screams he got were from pleasure and when he licked away the blood an watched it heal he smiled a wicked smile. "Definately my girl!" he said, teasing said nipple, kissing her longingly, exploring every part of a mouth that tasted of merlot and strawberry and rum and every spice he ever dared and loved. He bit the other a bit more gently, he wanted to make love to her, not fuck her, not tonight!

When he raised up and she tried to flip him and pended her wrists in a strong hold above her head. "Not tonight. This is for you, Kitten. We have eons to explore other things. Let me make love to you, please!" the need in his voice and she caved, the look in her eyes and he was hers. Other beautiful women just would never be as fair, as stong, as lovely as she. He kissed down, smirking when her back arched when he reached the panty line. Already soaked, he licked the line before tearing them down with a devil's smile. And he tasted his fill, over and over, her calling his name out like an Angel of the Lord again and again, going deeper, but not fucking her with his tounge, but lapping, massaging, rubbing her clit with his thumb making her whole body shake. And finally neither one could stand it anymore. "Please, Please Paul?" she begged. He rose up, both delightfilly tipsy having drank all the wine. He ran his thumb along the line of his stomach. "Tell me what you wish, Kitten." he ordered. "I wish you to take me, make love to me!" eyes widednd slightly act the lick of those lips he complied immediately placing his body over hers and his eyes never shutting, never leaving hers.

He entered and she was so tight, like she was made to fit him. A little moan encouraged him to move at a slow place, but it was a deep pace. He wanted one with his Kitten, to be one thing with her! Her eyes never ever left his, nails trailing gently up and down his back. "I love you Aserah, I needed to wait for this, I needed you to see it, because of who I make myself out to be, but feel me, feel me inside. My heart and my body, I'm yours!" she raised up and kissed him deeply and he pulled her close to his now pounding heart. "I love you Paul. I love Paul the Lost Boy, I love Paul the man who need never hide from me" and he kissed her heart at that before looking back up. "I love Paul the Vampire. And my heart and body is yours too!" and he was over the moon, in fact there were no words. They climaxed together not long after, and then were at it again not long later, and remained so for the rest of the night till Aserah turned the fire out and they went back in were the sun could not harm him and she set a seal of Solomon around them that no one would have the power to touch them.

I know this is a long chapter but it's worth it! I'm getting a bit better with the romance smut. It will get better with them all as we go on with the tales of the Lost Men and the seperate tale where Michael will nolonger travel alone to Mystic Falls. Don't hate but I liked the idea of making Max remember who he really was through Mona, and for Quin, as much as he loves her to realize he doesn't understand her and needs like Michael to find a niche of his own.