"What are you going to do with me now?" Sybil said sullenly, sitting at a dining table, and empty bowl before her. She'd just finished eating a surprisingly good lunch made by John Dee, and was tired. "Kill me? Make me get the twins for me? We're all utlaga. We can't use our auras."

"You did," Dee sat to her left, looking older than he had in years. He was terrified that the Elders would take away his immortality and he would die. It was his greatest fear, and now it was closer to reality than he would have liked. "You didn't die." He had a slightly annoyed look on his face.

Sybil regarded him with intense dislike. He'd always repulsed her- his brute force methods, and his arrogance. Even Machiavelli was better than this idiot. "I can control what people see." The immortal was feeling a little better, in her 26- year old body, but if she made too much movement she felt dizzy. She felt cold all over, and her left arm hurt to raise. She didn't tell anyone about the Disir, or how her hand felt numb.

"Even our ex-masters?" Dee asked skeptically, finishing his own meal. "They are very powerful. I doubt you can keep everything from them." Sybil just raised an eyebrow. "Is that a yes or a no?" He was perpetually annoyed at Sybil, because of how powerful she was, and how infuriatingly vague she was all the time.

"Soren, I know you're powerful, and I'm only going to ask you one thing." Niccolo said, "teach us how to disguise our auras." To Sybil, it was an odd request, but she brushed it away. "Sorry, Sybil, I mean."

She let out a harsh laugh. "Why? So you can go on killing people without the goddy Elders knowing? Even if I did teach you, you might die trying." Her accent was slightly Southern, but sounded a lot like the elves from the movies. Niccolo smiled at it, amused, but didn't say anything.

"You know when you're going to die, and you don't care. I have the same thing- I miss my family." He was being completely truthful, but Dee snorted in disbelief.

Sybil stared at the Italian in amazement. "You? I don't think you're telling the truth, cousin. Nobody can imagine you missing someone, yeah?" She stood, and stepped towards the door of the apartment.

"Wait- Soren, please?" He asked, sounding slightly desperate.

"No. Do you know how annoying you are? You sound like a kid." She snapped.

"Fine. At least heal my leg. It's from the Nidhogg- thanks to Dee here." He pulled up the leg of his pants to reveal a large bandaged wound. Sybil studied it, then sighing, she placed a hand on it. There was a multi-colored glow, and the faint smell of the sea. The bandages fell off, and Niccolo smiled, as Sybil turned to the door.

"Don't mention this to the Alchemist." Dee called from behind her.

"I'm not going to find the Alchemist. I'm going to find decent company." She said, a hint of sarcasm leaking through her words.

"And we're not?"

"Definitely not."

So sorry for the Short Chapter!