A/N: I got a great idea to use Shane O'Mac (Nicolai), Lance Cade (Lysander), and the Undertaker (Terrion) as three past enemies of the Nightwalkers. Thanks for the awesome idea, Ashley!

Chapter 34- A New Threat

Three mysterious figures lurked outside the Manor. "How are we getting in there?" one of them asked.

"Hmm," Terrion, the leader of the three, murmured. "We'll have to be let in. We have unfinished business to do with those assholes."

Nicolai glared at him. "And how do you propose that will happen? Their housekeeping staff is trained to NOT just let any old body in. You know that."

"We'll have to make them let us in is all," Lysander chimed in, a smile laced with pure evil on his cherubic face.

The trio continued to look into the house and worked on their plan to destroy the Nightwalkers.

"Wow, that was some lunch!" Ayla exclaimed as she and Hunter returned to the house. "We should do that again sometime."

Hunter laughed. "Aye," he remarked, a twinkle in his ice blue eyes. "That we should. Next time, I'll cook." He began to unpack the basket when his eyes suddenly went violet. An earth shattering growl escaped his throat.

"Baby," Ayla said, shuddering, "What's going on?"

Hunter looked at her. "I think we have some unexpected danger outside. Stay here. I'm going to try to get a hold of Dame and X."

"You don't need to do that," Damian said as he and Anastasia appeared before them, with Xavier and Eve following behind them. "What the hell is going on?" he asked. "Fuck that—let's just go see what is up, shall we?"

Xavier's eyes went dark blue. "Indeed we do have company—but you won't believe who it is."

"Who?" Damian and Hunter asked.

Xavier sighed. "Remember the warlords that asked us to take out all those people who never paid them back for their work back in the day? Well, those motherfuckers—Terrion, Nicolai, and Lysander—the same ones who had those blasted coffins created for us—are alive and well. And here on the premises."

"What?!" Damian roared. "I thought I dealt with them. How is that possible?"

Xavier sighed again. "I think I know how. The Elders that were against us. They just never let anyone on their plans—especially when that involved resurrecting the dead."

"Wonderful," Hunter hissed, throwing himself into a chair. "We have to get the girls to safety—or something."

Damian spoke up. "What if we just turned them? Forget the Transformation ritual for now. We can do a formal ceremony later."

Eve became panicky. "What are we going to do?" she asked, while in tears.

"Calm down, bella. We will figure something out," Xavier assured her. "Girls, take Evie upstairs. We will be up in a while."

"Okay," Anastasia said, as she and Ayla took Eve's hands. "Let's go into the upstairs living room and watch some Keeping Up Appearances, okay?" she said.

Eve nodded her head as she allowed her friends to lead her upstairs. Once they were upstairs, she began to cry. "What if they don't know what to do?" she cried. "What if we end up killed or something?"

Ayla looked at the wall, a blank look on her face. "I don't know, Evie. I just don't know. They will do something, and they will get rid of this threat."

Anastasia nodded. "If I know Damian well enough, which I do now, he will have some sort of plan to get rid of these guys. They won't win—no way, no how. Don't worry. Evie. They will do something about this."

Eve smiled. "I know they will," she said. "I just feel that something may happen to us—before they do something about it. I don't want anything to happen to X is all," she added, fresh tears falling down her face.

"So then," Damian said as he paced back and forth across the room, a look of pure rage on his face. "What do we do?"

"Easy," Hunter said. "We take them on. It's simple. If they think they can get rid of us, then let them. They aren't going to be hard to defeat. Trust me—they want a fight, let's give them one."

Xavier pondered the thought. "They're idiots. Why would they choose now to do this?" he asked, his eyes flaring.

"I know why," a voice said. All three Nightwalkers turned to face the voice.

"Damaris?" Hunter asked, shocked out of his mind. "What do you know about this?"

Damaris took a deep breath and began to tell what she knew. "Ah," Hunter said, a smirk on his face. "So the Elders we killed wanted to really get rid of us. We'll see who wins this battle. I think we should call a meeting about this. And tell them we mean business."

Damian and Xavier shook their heads. "I think so," Xavier said. "Dame, feel like breaking hands?" he asked.

Damian growled, completely agitated by the situation. "Nah," he replied. "I feel like causing a few nightmarescapes to occur. I'll let them live, because I want to hear what they have to say. If it involves something to happen to my Ana, they'll die by my hands later."

"Well," Lysander said, smiling. "I say we go in there, kill everyone, and get those whores they have. I feel like giving a girl a good fucking anyway."

Terrion laughed. "This is all you think about. You need to settle your nerves."

"I agree with Terrion," Nicolai said. "We have a task at hand—to finally rid the world of the Nightwalkers once and for all. Plus, they aren't going to rest until they get rid of us." They continued their plans, completely unaware that they were being watched by Damian himself.

Damian smirked, his eyes glowing crimson. "Wait until I get my hands on you, Terrion," he raged. "If you come near my Ana, I promise I will make your very short afterlife a living fucking hell—trust that." He laughed as he continued to watch every move the three warlords were making.