A/N: I'm not going to complain about reviews this time- coz u lovely people have already started reviewing my last chapter since I first put it up yesterday!!! Anyway, as promised, here is pretty much the second bit to chapter 8, but I think it works better as a chapter on its own.

Oh and special thank u to:

Jamra: THANK U SO MUCH!!!!! im so glad u're enjoying it so much :P MOST of ur questions shud b answered here… but the 1 about cassian… well… u might have to wait and see ;)

UchihaSayuri: he is deffinently HOT - not sure when he'll be making his next appearance tho… : ( ah welll…

Hope u enjoy the next chapter

What You Are

"It's so pretty out," sighed Dylan, leaning back on her hands, gazing out across the city she loves to so much.

As they sat on the edge of the roof, over looking the city of London, they barely noticed the people below, scurrying chaotically in the streets below. The ambulances had arrived, for the few that had been harmed. Already most of those seemed to be all right. The police had yet to arrive.

"Mmm…" agreed Jezebel, his eyes were fixed on the sky rather than the lights of the town.

She glanced at him. "Bel…" she said quietly.

He looked at her.

"Why do you hate us so much?"

He smiled softly. "I don't hate you."

A smile twitched in her cheek, but she forced it away. "You know what I mean…"

"Humanity?" She nodded. "Because human's are the only creatures on earth that try to kill each other for revenge… only we can steal… only we start wars… we are not worthy of the world we've been given." He looked at her sharply. "You know that as well as I."

Her brow furrowed into a frown, she tossed her hair back so she was looking out across the city again, her face bathed in the artificial light. "No, I don't." She felt him start beside her. "Human's are guilty of a lot," she agreed, "but we're dominant for a reason. Give us a chance, Bel, you could be surprised."

"I gave up on humanity a while ago," he said, almost coldly.

Dylan scowled. "I'll never know why. You're one of us. I don't care if you have a soul like an animal, or even if you empathise with them much better. You are human. Get used it."

A small smile graced Jezebel's face as he half closed his eyes. "I'm used to it, but I'll help our friends as much as I can." He looked at her, from beneath his long lashes. "You should too."

Jezebel almost fell from the force of her glare. It was only her hand on his that stopped him from loosing all balance. Though he was officially a card of Delilah, and held a certain amount of sway in the society… this strange girl whom had come to get so close to him scared him like he never realised he could be scared. Yet at the same time, just like his half brother before him, he found himself inexplicably drawn to her.

"I love my life, Jezebel," she retorted coldly, "I love my queen ship, and I love my people. I would be this way, with or without my… my ability."

"Do not refer to it so coldly, Dyl," pleaded Jezebel, "it's a gift. My only gift to my friends is science. I'm a doctor. But you… you can…"

"Communicate with them," her voice was so harsh, it almost sounded like nails on a board, "I know…"

"I don't understand… why don't you like it?"

"I would have been left alone to look after my people if I didn't have it," she snapped back coldly, "I wouldn't have had to put up with your people on my back the whole time."

Jezebel shuddered. Her hate was unadulterated. He never understood how a girl who should have been brought up so sheltered could turn out so opinionated and cold. "You can't blame father," Jezebel replied, "your gift could be a great asset to Delilah-"

"No way," she snapped, "not a million years. Not after tonight. You tried to kill us tonight."

"The Card-master promised, after he saw you that he'd make there be a mistake…"

"You know so well that is so much bull," her words were harsh and cutting, her friend half wincing away from her, as though she was physically hurting him, she put her arms out in front of her and looked at her skinny arms.

"Look, Bel," she stated, "I was in the box right next to the stage. Look at my arms, look what your bomb did to me."

He looked. He could see little pinpricks of blood, slowly dripping down her fair skin. There were still very small bits of wood left in her skin. One's she evidently could not bring herself to pull out.

"This was a bomb that was not meant to do too much damage?" She dropped her arms to her side again. "If I hadn't been there, Mary could have died. Cain would have survived, his reactions are lightening, but Mary only could because I pulled her under me. Jezebel… that bomb only didn't go off properly because of a fault, not because your father ordered it to be dulled. This was an attack gone wrong- by accident."

"How can you tell?" asked Jezebel curiously.

She shrugged. "Few hints. The fact that it blew up so much, but killed so few- that was meant to kill, not simply to harm." The man looked at her sceptically. She sighed. "I had a few friends tell me of what was going on."

"Ones you know?"

"Nah… made some new ones."

"When did you have the time?!"

She sighed, "human's can't communicate directly with animals, even if they can with us. We're just to blind to notice."

"You're not."

"No…" she replied through gritted teeth, "I'm not." She hated the fact that Jezebel was so jealous of the fact that she could communicate with the animal kingdom. She didn't understand why he wanted the power so much. It seemed to simply bring hell to herself ever since she was little. "It's not just vocally I communicate with them, it's… it's through the mind as well."

"Telepathy?!"

Her large eyes stared at him. "It has a name…" she said flatly.

He gained a sort of half smile. "Sort of. Tele as in the greek for distant, because this communication is through a certain amount of distance and pathetic as in patheia, which is 'to be affected by'. So because you transmit thoughts, it's rather fitting."

She simply stared at him. "You do realise definitions normally bounce right off my head."

That made him laugh.

Dylan was so surprised. In all her time for knowing Jezebel, she had never known him to laugh freely. It had always made her feel a slight glow when ever she managed to simply make him smile. To make him laugh was a feat she was always very proud of.

"Oh Dylan… why won't you join us?! Your gift could help us so much-"

"I want you to leave there," Dylan replied, her tone becoming icy again, "why the hell would I want to join it. I hate hypocrisy."

"But-"

"No. Bel, as much as I love you, there is no way I'm joining a society that simply does evil to the world and creates… things that should not be here. I mean… sacrifices, lazaras creatures, pure copies… it's not right! We are human-" he flinched, "not some sort of demigod. It's not right to play with nature."

"And that's how you speak with animals," snapped Jezebel.

"Yes," she replied, "I don't know why I have it. I don't know how. I just do. And I was not experimented on."

He opened his mouth to argue, but found himself with a finger to his lips. Hers.

"No," she said calmly, "I miss you. I love you. But no. When you break free of what ever hold Hargreaves has on you, I will help you with what ever you want. But till then?"

She shook her head

"He should not be revered… that demon," she snarled, she sounded almost like a wolf, "look at how he treats his children. He leaves his only daughter, and forgets her existence. He treated Cain so awfully. And you… he just…" she shuddered and reached out to touch Jezebel's cheek. He half winced away. Yet when he realised he touch was gentle, he laid a hand over hers, keep her hand close. "He's a demon. A devil. I hate the idea of you being near him."

"He's my father," he murmured, "the apple never falls far from the tree."

"The apple gets blown about by the winds of change as it falls."

He looked up at her, her eyes had become a piercing blue, one that seemed to see right through to the depths of his soul. Again it scared and attracted him towards her.

"Dylan Nymphadora O'Toole," he said softly, "what in God's name are you?"

"I dunno about God," she replied, "but I'm me. A black sheep and a trouble maker." She winked at him, smiling mischievously.

He laughed, and pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. A gesture she had sincerely missed from him. Her own father never touched her, her brothers saw her as a problem to the family. Jezebel was the closest thing to a big brother that she would ever have; and she loved him for it.

"Go home, Dylan," he whispered, stroking her hair, "before my little brother has another attack of heroism."

Dylan chuckled and stood. "You don't give him enough credit," she told the doctor, "he's a recluse and attracts trouble… but he's not a bad man." She bent and kissed Jezebel's cheek. "Stay safe, big brother," she murmured softly.

She turned and left Jezebel to his thoughts. The heels of her shoe not making a single sound on the concrete.

As she passed through the roof door, her hand snapped out immediately, trapping the little lackey against the wall. Her fingers were already tightening round his scrawny neck.

"Where's the other one?" she said, flatly, without even glancing at him.

The boy felt his skin pimple with goose bumps, though he was attempting to claw at her hand and squirm his was out of her grip. But she was so strong. She appeared to be the usual dainty lady, but this proved that all wrong. No lady or any description was so strong.

"Which other one?" he croaked.

"Small, black hair, handy with knives, moves and speaks like a man… Cassian."

She liked Cassian. He was a decent guy, and always treated Dylan with enough respect that he knew of her history, but enough casualness so she felt at ease. She had always wandered at his age, he spoke with too much fluency to be the age he presented to the world.

"I don't know," the boy gasped, "I was just taken in to serve the doctor! Let me go! I can't breathe."

Dylan finally turned her cat like eyes on him. He saw them almost reflect the light, just like a cat's would. Her grip tightened. "And why should I do that?" she asked, as the boy's face turned redder and redder, bordering on purple.

"Because I live to serve your doctor!" he pleaded desperately.

"Pah," dismissed Dylan, she let him go. He hit the ground with a thump, gasping back the air denied him. "You serve the card-master," her eyes narrowed at him, "you make sure you look after the doctor… otherwise I will find you and I will make you pay. You hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he mumbled, still gasping for air.

She allowed a smile. "Good boy. Now go to your master."

Falling over his own feet to get away from this… this being! The boy scarpered out onto the roof. As he left, he did not even hear her shoes make a sound on the hard floor, but as he looked back, she was no longer there.

"Sir…" said the boy, coming towards Jezebel, who now stood. His shoulders were squared, facing the city, his long silver hair flapped in the breeze. "Who is she?"

The doctor looked down at him. "She's Lady Dylan Sedgewell. Surely you've heard of them?"

The boy nodded quickly. He also knew that she was the illegitimate daughter, adopted into the family to legitimise her. Everyone knew that.

"But who is she to delilah?"

"A would be asset. But she repeatedly turns us down."

"Why not be rid of her?"

"There is still time," the doctor replied gently, "she is only a teenager. There is still time. Besides, the card-master holds her family is very high esteem."

The doctor once more looked out on the city that sprawled before him. He let his gaze wander downwards, and he spotted a fleeing figure, in the shadows. He suspected it was Dylan. He sighed to himself.

'Stay safe, little sister, stay pure.'