This chapter is a bit longer...hell it's a few hundred words longer. LOL

But anyway...I realize I have not done a disclaimer...sooooo

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I do NOT own Count Cain. T.T and that sucks because it's sooooo COOL lol


A man, seemingly in his early thirties, slammed his fist onto a picture frame, shattering the thin glass surrounding the photo. He leaned back in his chair, holding his red, bloody hand in front of him. Glass from the frame was scattered along the desk in front of him.

"Damn it…"

"Lord 'Argreaves?" a young girl, about seventeen, walked to him, her black and white frilly maid's dress fluttering around her knees. She pulled a towel from a bag that hung around her shoulder to her side and wrapped it around his bleeding hand. She sighed and picked up the shards of broken glass and held them gently so they wouldn't cut her.

"He still hasn't been found; that bastard…" the older man growled and smoothed his dark hair back with his non-bleeding hand. The girl pulled a roll of bandages from a pocket along the side of her dress.

"Actually, Sir," said the girl as she began bandaging his hand. "I came to tell you; one of ze seniors 'ere and ees apprentice 'as sent information. Zey 'ave a 'ostage who seems to know ze whereabouts of ze boy."

He smiled cruelly, "Really…" He chuckled and said, "Then it's only a matter of time until he tells us where he is…that man's methods are-" he raised his bandaged hand to his chin and smirked,

"-interesting."

"Sir?"

"Abby, there are some things that are only meant for certain people; even I wish I wasn't one of those people. So don't worry your pretty little head about it," his smile became warmer and his eyes softer. The young maid blushed as she said, "Yes, Sir."

Midnight; Ke's House

The whole place was dark; every room, every wall in every room, every picture on every wall in every room. Everything-dark.

Cain had been shown to the room next to the kitchen, he was sharing it with Edwin. But he couldn't sleep. He sat up in the bed. Too many things ran through his mind at once:

What would his family be like? Would they be polite; the complete opposite of how his family had been back in his time?

Or would they be the same, snobby, rude, money-hungry relatives he'd known and hated for most of his life? Well, whatever they were like, Cain figured, he was sure to meet them.

Edwin, who was on the other side of the room in another twin-sized bed, turned over, grumbling in his sleep. Cain lay back down, hands behind his head, thinking about random things.

What would Riff be doing at this very moment? Would Mary Weather be in her room, fiddling around with her pile of tarot cards?

And then, the strangest thing happened. He thought about Michael. Where he went after he left Amanda's house, and also his home. Then…it happened…a flashback…the torture…then…he remembered the pain…

'No…don't think about that…' he warned himself, cringing as he remembered everything. Cringing as everything Michael did to him ran through his thoughts, invaded the sanctity of his mind.

Interrupting his train of thought was a bluish light. It shone in the small cracks between the door and the doorframe.

"Interesting…" he whispered, standing up and going to the door. He opened it a little, just so he could see what the blue light could have been. But from that place in the room, he couldn't see anything. Cain crept out of the room, being as silent as possible. He even held his breath.

It seemed that the source of the blue light was right down the hall. Not where they had been in the living room, but, and Cain was guessing at this point, in a room that had been branched off from it. Why hadn't he noticed it before.

Silently, he tip-toed through the hall, then the living room. The room branching from the dark, and vacated living room had no regular door that had led to the area he and Edwin shared. This door was a slide in/out, white, (yet transparent) sliding slate.

It was slightly open, so Cain just quietly walked over and peered through. Ke and Carina were sitting in two, strange chairs, or they were strange to him, and staring at a blue and white screen.

"But what are you going to do?" Ke whispered, so as not to wake anyone. Of course, neither her or Carina knew that Cain was already there.

"I don't know. I might have to go back to the states," Carina said, sitting back in her chair, her voice equally quiet.

"But you only just got here!"

"Yeah, I know." he heard Carina reply sadly.

"No WAY. W-we just have to find another way to deal with it!" Ke protested. Cain heard a rapid clicking sound and saw faint, illegible letters appear on the screen the two girls were staring at while they had their whispered conversation.

Unfortunately for him, he suddenly had the urge to sneeze.

'Damn it…'

He immediately covered his mouth and attempted to disguise it, but it came out anyway. LOUDLY.

The sudden noise made both Ke and Carina jump. "Who's there?"

The door slid open more to reveal an angry looking Carina. Cain laughed nervously as he said, "Good morning…uhm…sunshine…"

"Ke what do we do with people who spy on us?" she glanced over to Ke who had turned away from the screen, which Cain now noticed had a small bar at the bottom and many smaller bars were inside of it.

Carina pulled him into the room and slid the slate back over the empty, door-less, space.

"Usually we'd beat them senseless, but I think we should make an exception this time, shouldn't we? I mean, it's kind of rude to beat down someone who we don't know too well, isn't it?"

"Well, we might now know him well, but was still being a nosy little spy!"

"But he still needs to get home. If we roughed him up too much, he might not wake up again," Ke said and laughed.

Cain didn't see it as a situation where it was okay to laugh. He figured if she thought it was funny, he was in the house of a sadist.


Hehehe, who was Lord Hargreaves? A relative of Cain's? Most certainly. Has he taken on the legacy of Alexis Hargreaves? Well, we'll see, now won't we?

Yes, the maid is French and can speak a English, and yes she still has an accent. . I thank the stylings of J.K. Rowling for teaching me how to write with French accents. lol. I DO NOT OWN THE J.K. ROWLING BOOKS EITHER!!!! grrrr. damn disclaimers.

LOL