Edmond remained silent as he led them past the glass enclosure. The vampires in the room, stood close together, looking at them. all of them with their heads cocked in the same direction wearing the same smart ass smirks across their faces. Cornelius sneered as he followed, leading the other wolves past the glass enclosure. Neither one seeing the tiny red and white strips of cloth intertwined in their hair. What Cornelius did notice was that one particular vampire from earlier, who wiggled her finger, made a gun gesture with her finger, mouthed BANG and tapped the glass lifted her hand, put her middle finger against the glass and quickly scribbled, SURPRISE! And her body shook with laughter. She leaned her head to the opposite side of the others. And the other quickly tilted their heads in the same direction.

Vampire humor... Edmond spoke as he took the doorknob and opened the door. they do that sometime... he slowly shook his head, brought his hand up to his glasses and adjusted them. they do like to fuck with you...he said, looking over his shoulder at Cornelius. Rvana would always play along. It amazes me sometimes...the way her personality changes.

Maybe they feel safer inside than out... he growled, flared his nose aggressively. Maybe I should go inside and teach them a lesson.

Edmonds' stiff expression broke with a chuckle. Go ahead, motioning in the direction of the glass enclosure. The doors unlocked...always is...

Cornelius fretted his brow so tight it looked painful. Turning his head in the direction of the sound of a door opening. Two small vampires, the ones, Madeline and Lillian, from earlier came in from the hallway, dressed in primary school uniforms, the same hallway they had originally entered from, each one carrying grocery bags, Lillian lead the way as they walked across the lab, put her hand against the glass at the far end and pushed it opened, stepped inside and the other one followed.

Like I said... they listen to her...he cleared his throat, and now, so do you.

The room was black, thick in nature mixed in a reddish hue. A figure wrapped by thick heavy looking straps hung like meat from the ceiling. And another walked with ease around in the darkness. Rvana wore a dissatisfied mask over her face, her amber brown eyes showing more concern than dissatisfaction. She brought her hand up to the figure wrapped in thick heavy leather straps, attached together by heavy iron buckles slowly swung at her touch. Rvana pouted her lips, groaned slightly. Why do you do this...? she said with a sigh. Just say you'll listen to me... not obey. With a tilt of her head, her eyes glistened, shone and her soft mouth curled. Cute attack!

It didn't work.

The leather wrapped tightly around the hanging figure covered head to toe, plastic tubes ran into it. two in the neck, one at the wrist in each arm, another in the middle of the chest and two between the legs. The only part not covered was around the eyes. Beautiful, clear hungry feminine female eyes glaring, following Rvana's every move. She put her hand on the leather straps, where her cheek were if uncovered, raised the other and turned a small connection attached to the tube and quickly filled and ran down the tube connected to her neck. the good stuff...

Even buried underneath thick heavy straps her figure proved to be alluring. Rvana smirked, brought her hand down placed on the bulges of her breasts and slowly, drew a line along the lines of her body. Those eyes following her every move rolled around in dismay. As if she could speak, whatever? Pervert!

She sighed, not as nice as flesh but... still, I can imagine. Those eyes thinned, glared and the hunger faded. Rvana stood eyes to eyes, please...say you will obey. It will only be for a little while. I promise...taking a deep breath, gently kiss the heavy, wet stained leather wrapped covering the mouth. She groaned, her shoulders sagged, disappointing...she shrugged, those eyes stared back at her, she nodded as if she had been answered, yes, yes, the kiss and this situation. But you gave me no choice. You came to see her anyway. But the Baron's little plan got in the way. She spoke to herself in imaginary conversation. You had to step in to protect them...only to get captured yourself. Besides...she thinned her lips, and eyes, both you and I know you can escape if you really wanted too...so why not...just give in to me... Bast...Rvana spoke her name. You could help her... you know... her words soften and went silent.

But then Rvana's eyes went distant and still, her mouth moved slightly as if in a trance. One more night and everything could change...she whispered, a great sacrifice, a challenge to see if one is worthy, words of claim and it all falls into place. She quickly blinked, her cheeks blushed, Ooops sorry, Bast...got a little lost... damn super wolf blood moon. She giggled.

She took a few steps back leaned on the desk, popped herself up, sat on the desk... I've exposed myself...she said, playfully putting her hands between her legs, winked over a Bast. that really doesn't bother me...but... she gazed worriedly over to the hanging figure, I was so mad, having to help him, of all wolves...but a promise is a promise...she stared through the darkness to the floor. But to expose Artemis... she said dangling her feet. Who am I kidding she said, closing her eyes tight and opened them. They glittered and glistened, like colors in a kaleidoscope, images flashed across her mind, actions and reactions, alternative endings rolled around chaotically until she found one hiding beneath the veil.

I guess I could bring another player into the game...she said as an off remark. Almost expecting an answer. Silently shaking her head, I can't believe what good luck it is... that little man...clinging, hiding behind Cornelius, like a little dog. But those scars tell me everything. Such a bad memory that day...when they told me of their deaths. Her eyes glistened wet as a small tear clung to the corner of her eyes, they were so much fun to be with. And the little boy...she smiled affectionately, looked up from her thoughts at the figure hanging from the ceiling. He's not a little boy anymore. you'd love him, not afraid of anything...her smile opened, bearing her large canines, or anyone...she sighed and when she finished her sigh her face shone in the darkness, such a young age to seek revenge, her eyes narrowed, but...she absently nodded, he did get it...technically. But to find out the man who killed his parents is alive and well and in Academy City... she chuckled deep inside her chest, brought her hands to the side of her head, pulling them tightly over her face and head, she shimmered, she changed. Slowly deliberately. Her soft skin turned alabaster white, her hair turned a brilliant copper red. Her naked body followed, slender form, ample breast, subtle hips down to her toes. She, a young woman, near her prime with a little child mixed in for mischief, he likes this form...she said, Now...it's a plan...

Edmond opened the door to their room but didn't go inside. Watched without emotions as each one passed him. Letting the door slowly close as the last one went by. He wished he could press the button hidden in the lab and incinerate them all to ashes.

Cornelius walked straight to the bed and sat down. The frame of the bed, sagged underneath his weight, as he put his hands on his knees and shook his head.

If I had known who...no...he shook his head, he didn't care who she was. what she was. His eyes shone and his smile covered much of his face. It wasn't a pleasant smile, this one was tainted by cold nefarious maliciousness. To take a bitch like her...he said loudly as if he were making a proclamation. The others gathered round him. Some stood while other knelt and a few laid down across the floor. The others laughed. how many would die for one like her.... He stared into all of their faces. He saw it in their eyes. all of them would chance it.

Ccc…cornelius the voice saying his name trembled, like a small child afraid of the dark. Or a mouse hoping to persuade the cat from eating him. He worried he would say the wrong thing. Cornelius was someone who'd listen. But if it disagreed with what he wanted, it came at a great cost. Usually pain and or loss of life.

He was sitting half on, half off the bed, next to him. The little man with the scar splitting his face in half. His misshapen mouth struggled with the words, crawling from his throat, Yyou don't mean too... seeing the fear in his eyes. What is it William? He sneered without looking at him. Do you hide behind me...cowering like a little dog...the others laughed. tell me...weren't you the one they once called Bloody William when you hunted vampires.

Yyesss...but what. his throat tightened.

But what...a warning hidden underneath.

You saw what she did...she killed the first...

She killed him because he insulted her... I will not fault her for that. The others nodded at his words. The fact she is a wolf... changes everything. Why couldn't he smell her passed quickly through his mind. He ignored it. Throwing caution to the wind.

But the second time...she...how...could she. His legs trembled. He quickly grabbed his knees. We couldn't even. The horror of the moment, unable to move revisited him for a second time.

Did you piss yourself? More laughter filled the room, I know I did. One of them spoke, not afraid to say it...

Cornelius shook his head in laughter, and why not...a legend right there in front of us...for the taking if we play it right. he said, relishing the moment, as if to reward the others, Perhaps we should do a little shopping before we leave. The room erupted in cheers.

You can't mean? William raised his voice, leaned over to get a look at Cornelius's face, to see his eyes. He was serious. To take her on... she froze us...no one could move. She killed one of you men...they couldn't even fight for their honor or life. How would you?

It is obvious she favors this Mikoto Misaka. Or else she wouldn't tell us not to attack the hospital. So... his massive chest expanded with a deep breath, he exhaled, we will draw her out of the hospital. And trade her for a promise. He said, you heard her...she promised. A promise made is a promise kept.

The others nodded, chuckled, slapping each other on the back, eyes shining at the thoughts of taking a few defenseless females back home. Fresh meat.

A promise or a favor is mover valuable than currency in their world. If one made a promise it didn't matter when, or what. It had to be honored.

We have the schematics of the sewers and the underground city. And the area we entered has some rather enticing distractions. The others enjoyed the words coming from their leader. It had been awhile since they had last entertained themselves. But William closed his eyes, his stomach began to burn, this is wrong. He said, we. I don't even know who she...

She is a ghost. Cornelius spoke, raising his head, turned it and looked at William. An ancient wolf, a ghost wolf, a very valuable wolf who can cast magic to hide herself and others. They'd rather run and hide than fight.

William fretted his brow, pain shot through his side, along the thick scar running the length of his body. Were we in the same room a moment ago?

The others laughed, Cornelius grinned, yes...and it was amazing. We will rest, and then we hunt.