A/N: This story is very AU and touches on fantasy (supernatural abilities). I do intend to keep it as realistic as possible and my lovely beta, Babyjamo, is not a fantasy buff, so she will keep me in line ;-) So if fantasy is not really your thing, you still might want to give this a go.

The storyline is very near and dear to me as this is one of the first original stories I wrote and actually completed. It's been lying around for years and recently I decided that maybe what the story needed was a little Calzona! Everything gets better with a little Calzona, don't you think?

I truly hope you will enjoy this story as much as I enjoy writing it. The chapter titles are all nods to some of my favorite TV-shows and songs. Extra brownie points if you get the reference!

Not all characters in this story are mine, some of them I borrowed from Shondaland. Since ABC and Shonda aren't using them, I'm just making sure they don't get too dusty.

Chapter 1: I write sins, not tragedies

Callie Torres looked into the mirror and smiled at the beautiful raven-haired woman looking back at her. The reflection that greeted her was particularly good tonight, winning cases in court obviously had a very positive effect on her. That and the thumping of the upbeat music in the background surely helped in making her feel pumped. She leaned forward over the sink in front of her to give herself a closer look in the mirror, winking at herself. She licked her fingertip and ran it over her perfectly shaped eyebrows, making sure no hairs were out of place before leaving the bathroom.

"Oh my God, this is my song!" She yelled as she rejoined her group of friends on the busy dancefloor of the most popular nightclub in Seattle. "Dance with me," she husked in her friend's ear while she pulled the redhead's body into hers before wrapping her arms around the slender woman's neck.

"You are absolutely crazy and I love it," Addison replied as she rested her hands on Callie's hips, swaying with her friend. The redhead had been one of her best friends for years, the both of them used to living the high life, coming from rich families. Addison had spent quite a few extra years slaving away and had become a doctor, something Callie's father had hoped for her too. Callie had no such interest though and preferred the theatrics of being a lawyer and fighting cases in court, using her intelligence to outmaneuver her opponents like a boxer in the ring.

While she continued dancing with her friend, Callie looked around the club and could not help but smile. This was just the life. Work hard, play hard, she lived by that motto. She had worked hard today, won a case and now it was time to play hard. And later on find herself someone, man or woman, so she could play even harder later.

"A little party never killed nobody," she sang along loudly with the track currently playing. She used her momentum to move away from Addison and make her way across the dancefloor to a very handsome guy she had spotted earlier. Addison managed to smack her butt, making Callie turn around and playfully flip her friend the bird before she returned to her mission, stalking her new prey.

Just before she reached the man, something made her stop dead in her tracks. Something caught her eye and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. It was something she could not lay a finger on, but that awoke her hunter instinct. A feeling that normally lay dormant deep inside her, a feeling she had learned to control over the years. She forced the feeling down for now and looked around the room to find whatever was setting her off.

Not wanting to look like an idiot in the middle of the dancefloor, she started moving her hips to the beat of the song that had started playing, while her eyes carefully scanned the room. Her eyes zeroed in on a blonde woman that was walking past the dancefloor. She was gorgeous and there was something about her that made Callie want to get closer to her. As she watched the blonde move towards her table, she could feel her instincts kicking in again. The tension in her body started slowly building, like a fire starting in the pit of her stomach. The sensation she felt was similar to that of arousal starting to build, but she could clearly tell the difference.

Callie narrowed her eyes as she followed the mysterious blonde through the room. As if the woman could feel Callie's stare, she turned towards her and their eyes met. The mystery blonde's piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through Callie's deep brown eyes, staring straight into her soul. Even though the blonde turned away after a few seconds, Callie still felt like a bolt of lightning went through her. All of a sudden, Callie could see the aura of every single person in the room.

Seeing auras was something she had been able to do ever since she was a little girl. It had come in handy in her line of work and in life in general. A person's mood was reflected in their aura, a thin, cloud-like layer hanging around their body. The color of that layer would tell Callie exactly how that person was feeling. For example, red would mean passion. This could mean a person was just really horny, something she could see a lot in the club around her. But there were slight nuances because red could also mean anger. Anger was a different shade of red and would make the cloud-like layer flash, almost like a thundercloud hanging around that person. It was something she had learned to read with the help of her father, who had happily taught her all there was to know about her special ability. One of the key things he had taught her, was to control her power, letting it lie dormant when she did not need it.

What shook Callie to her core was that she could not control her power right now. Since she was not working and had no use for reading auras when she was out partying, she had conveniently turned off her ability. It was unnerving that she could not control it now. Even though she had no idea what was going on, she knew this situation was being caused by the blonde woman. Whereas she could see all colors of the rainbow washing over her from the auras of the people around her, the blonde's aura was pure white. Something she had never seen before. White did not reflect any kind of mood, since it was not really a color.

Who was this woman? And why had she not noticed her before? As Callie stood there, absentmindedly dancing to the beat of the music while shamelessly gaping at the blonde, she could not make up her mind. Should she go over there or not? She had her mind set on this guy and was not one to change her plans at the last minute.

Their eyes met again, but this time the blonde did not look away. She held Callie's gaze, not backing away from the little staring contest. Callie knew she had a stare that could make people quake in their boots or blush all colors of the crimson spectrum, but it seemed like it did not phase the blonde one bit.

Someone roughly bumped into Callie, making her avert her gaze, effectively breaking the spell she seemed to have been under. The auras around her were gone and just as she was about to cuss at the person who had disregarded her, she noticed it was the man she had her eyes on earlier.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry," the handsome man said while holding up his hands. "Can I buy you a drink to make it up to you?"

She was only half-listening to the man, her eyes in search of the mystery blonde once again. The woman had gotten up and was heading towards the exit with the people from her table. "Fuck," Callie all but growled.

"No," Callie replied angrily. "But I know something else you can do." With that, she pulled the man closer by his shirt and pressed herself against him, moving to the music. Since he had ruined an earlier moment, she would have to create a new experience for herself. She needed that buzz to continue her high tonight and he was going to give it to her.

"Oh…wow…well, suuuure." As handsome as he was, he did seem a little on the dumb side, but Callie did not care anymore. She felt his hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her curves. He might have his hooks in her flesh, but she was the one doing the baiting here. She was the one in control.

Callie nuzzled the man's neck as he started grinding against her. She planted her lips on the pale, sweaty skin below his ear, essentially marking him. "Wanna get out of here?" She spoke in a husky tone of voice, her lips almost touching his earlobe.

"Fuck yes," came the all too eager response.

Before the song even ended, Callie all but dragged the man out of the club to get him alone. Yes, she slept around and it was no secret, but she did have a professional reputation to maintain. There was no way she was going to get herself caught necking like a teenager with some random guy at a club. That was not a good business card for one of the self-proclaimed top lawyers of the city.

Ever since the little moment with the mysterious blonde had ended, the world had gone back to normal and Callie had managed to keep her instincts under control. She was no longer seeing random auras and it left her feeling less overstimulated. She pulled the tall man towards her vintage T-Bird in a hurry, intent on going back to her initial plan for the night. He had a big grin on his face and grabbed onto her before they reached the car, his lips connecting with hers the second she was within reach.

"So, you're that hotshot lawyer, huh? I've seen you on the news," He mumbled in between sloppy kisses to her neck as he pressed Callie against her car. "Nice ride," he added, his hands moving up under her tight skirt.

"Uh-huh," Callie answered, not enjoying herself as much as she hoped. She was still slightly distracted by images of the blonde woman in her head.

The man, whose name she did not even know, got a little rough with her and pinned her against the car with his strong hips. She could feel his arousal poke against her hip as he attacked her lips again, his hands moving up to cup her left breast. Sometimes, she liked it a little rough. Apparently, she had picked the right person for tonight.

It took her a bit, but once she was finally into it, finally started really enjoying herself, she was being pulled back into reality, causing her to groan in frustration. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up again and her eyes snapped open. Her instinct immediately kicked in again and she put her hands on the man's chest, pushing him off so she could find out what had changed the mood. Within seconds, she saw the cause. It was not a surprise, because as soon as she had opened her eyes, she was seeing auras again.

At the edge of the parking lot, she saw the mysterious blonde again, walking by herself this time. The white aura lighting up the whole place. It was so bright, Callie almost felt like shielding her eyes from it.

"What's going on?" The guy asked, panting slightly.

She had literally been consumed by the light and energy of the blonde woman across from the parking lot, she had totally forgotten about the man in front of her. Her earlier mood was completely gone.

"Yeah," Callie said as she looked at him. "This," she pointed her finger between them, "is not happening."

The man raised his eyebrow and angrily ran his hand through his hair. "What the fuck?"

Callie knew it was a bit of a dick move, pun not intended. But she needed this guy to get out of her face. "Sorry," she said with a shrug as she pushed past him, her eyes trained on the blonde.

"Fuck you," he growled before walking off, muttering curse words as he went.

"Ha! Something tells me I'd do a better job myself anyway," Callie answered under her breath, well out of earshot of the man. Her eyes followed the woman with the white aura until she got into a car. She drove off and out of sight before Callie could collect her thoughts.

"What the hell are you?" She mumbled as she stared at the red tail lights going off into the distance.

She got into her car and bit her lip. This whole thing had thrown her. The last time she had not been able to control her powers had been during puberty when her hormones had been out of whack. Her father had worked with her ever since she was a little girl, teaching her to control her instincts and dormant feelings when she was part of the human world. It had taken a lot of practice, but Callie had mastered being part of the human world and only using her powers to her advantage. Having run into someone that could disturb her mastery without even trying was as unnerving as it was exciting.

Apart from the excitement she felt, her curiosity also peaked. The white, unfamiliar aura on the woman was something she could not only see, she could actually feel it. It was almost like some kind of magnetic force, pulling her in. She regretted now that she did not follow the woman, but somewhere deep down she knew she would see her again. It would just be better to be more informed for the next time they crossed each other's paths.

It was not until she pulled up on her father's driveway, that she realized she had driven to his house. She stopped the car and looked at the closed gates for a moment. Her father was not there. He had not been there for a while. It had been almost a month since he had disappeared. Callie had known from the start there was foul play involved in his disappearance, but since he was a grown man, the police had not taken her seriously. Not that the police could really help in this case, but that was beside the point.

Her mother had died when she was born, so for as long as she could remember, it had been just her father and her. Together against the world. Even though they were not always on the same page, she would still go to him if she had any questions. Especially the kind of questions that she had now. And that was exactly why she found herself on his doorstep. No matter how old she was, she still needed her dad.

She was particularly worried about her father right now. Callie's instincts told her something was wrong, she just did not know where to start looking. When he had not contacted her for two weeks, she had gone to his house to search for clues. It had proven to be very difficult since she had no idea what she was looking for. Then there was also her father's study. The one room she could not enter, the place where her father kept his files and held his Royal meetings. The door to the study could only be opened by entering the right code into the keypad. Callie had tried the most obvious codes, her birth date, her mother's birth date, but none of her attempts had gotten her into the room.

Since she was here anyway, she might as well do a little check on the house. So she got out of the car and walked towards the heavy, wooden front door. She had always joked that her father lived in Castle Dracula, which was fitting in this case. Callie's father sort of was the Dracula of the city. The leader of the pack. Which would have made her the princess, if she had decided to follow in her father's footsteps. Much to his dismay, Callie had chosen to live a normal life, abdicating any rights and privileges she had gained through her father's status.

She used her spare key to open the door and cringed at the squeak the hinges made as she pushed it open. Every time she walked into the house, she half expected things to be like they had always been. People hanging around, the maid mumbling in Spanish, probably cursing someone for not wiping their feet, her father coming up to greet her with open arms. But the house was empty and almost eerie quiet now and her father was not there. She quickly went about the little routine she had built since she found out he was missing. She checked the mail, watered the plants, and went up to her father's bedroom to make sure he had not secretly returned and was taking a nap.

Callie sat down on the bed and ran her hand over the super soft cover. "Where are you, daddy?" she said to no one in particular. "I need you."

Normally, she would only go about her routine and leave after a quick visit. But tonight, she did not want to go home. The bed still smelled like her father and she needed to feel close to him right now. He was the only one that could help her figure this out. She kicked off her shoes and curled up on the big bed, hugging her father's pillow close.

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On Saturdays, Callie did not go out with her friends to the club she usually frequented. She was going out though, just to a completely different place in a completely different part of Seattle. Even her make-up was different this time, thick black lines around her eyes, making the dark brown orbs pop out even more, and red lipstick that on a normal day would seem too much was gracing Callie's lush lips. Instead of wearing her normal attire, she was wearing a leather skirt and a form-fitting dark green top. Tonight, Callie Torres was going to The Basement, a club that was a good drive out of town and was only frequented by a certain type of people.

The entrance of the club was in a back alley. One would not think it was the entrance to a club by its looks, but that was just what was intended. There was, however, a bouncer by the door. The tall, dark man recognized Callie and smiled as the vivacious woman planted a kiss on his lips.

"It's good to see you," he said before opening the door for her, "you look delicious."

Callie flashed the man a smile and patted his shoulder. The soft thump from the music became louder and beckoned her inside. She went down the stairs in a dimly lit hallway and entered The Basement with a big smile on her face. All the people in the room, about fifty or so, were dressed in dark colors. The women were wearing the same type of make-up Callie was wearing, dark lines around their eyes and their lips colored with all the different shades of red imaginable. The DJ was playing slow metal, the singer on the track was singing about being dragged to hell and back and all kinds of pain he was put through. Even though the lyrics were melancholic, the tune and sound of the singer's voice turned Callie on. Who said only happy things could be sexy.

She swayed her hips a little extra as she walked onto the dance floor with an air of confidence around her that could knock down buildings.

Tonight, Callie wanted to be picked up by someone. She was normally the one doing the hunting and taking the lead, but whenever she felt like being swept off her feet by another person, she would always come here. It was not your average club and most people did not know if its existence. Which was a good thing since most people would probably not even survive a night in this place.

"Cal!" A black-haired woman called her name from the bar, lifting up two shot glasses.

Callie smiled and quickly made her way over to her friend. "Did I already tell you how much I love you?" She said as she took one of the glasses from the dark-haired woman and held it up to toast with her friend.

"Cheers," she added with a wink before downing the shot in one go. She could feel the liquid go down her throat, leaving a soft burning sensation as it went. It finally settled in her stomach, the warmth spreading out throughout her body.

Without another word, the black-haired woman put her hand on Callie's neck and pulled her in for a kiss, which Callie more than happily leaned into. This was just what she wanted right now. The best thing about this was that it seemed Callie was being controlled by the other woman, but in fact, it was her who had the most control over this situation. It was something she had laid the foundation for a long time ago.

"That never gets old," the other woman said with a smile and an amused look in her eyes as she leaned back. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, which was prominently visible since her skin was very pale. "How is my favorite lawyer doing?"

Callie just smiled. She licked her thumb and removed some of her cast-off lipstick from the other woman's upper lip. "I'm doing fucking fantastic, Lena," she answered, excited by seeing the reaction her action caused in the other woman. Everything that happened in this place seemed to be more electric, sexier, and more dangerous than in any other club she had ever been to.

As Lena's excitement rose, her brown eyes seemed to darken. She licked her lips and rested her hand on Callie's hip. "I love it when you say fuck," she said, emphasizing the word fuck, pulling the taller woman closer to her.

Callie smiled and looked straight into the other woman's eyes. It was such an awesome game to play, getting Lena's eyes to darken to the point they were the same color as her pupils. Now all she had to do was get the other woman to show her fangs and she would know she had won her over once again. But before she got a chance to do so, she was tapped on the shoulder.

It took only mere seconds for Lena's eyes to change back to their usual brown as she shot an annoyed look at the person interrupting their little game. "What do you want?" She said, her tone far from friendly.

The petite blonde that had interrupted them seemed not at all phased by Lena's less than friendly approach. She completely ignored the black-haired woman and focused only on Callie, as if Lena was not even there. When she was sure she had Callie's attention, she spoke softly and slowly. "He wants to see you."

Callie's eyes darkened a little, only this time it was not from excitement or pleasure. "Alright," she said with a sigh. She shot Lena an apologetic look before she followed the petite blonde without saying a word. She was led to a room in the back of the club, the door guarded by two buff men that seemed to be pumped up on steroids. Callie knew it was all natural though, these vampires were born as protectors.

One of the men flashed Callie a smile before the both of them looked down, showing respect to the raven-haired woman in front of them. Even though Callie was tall and was wearing stiletto heels, she seemed tiny compared to the two men in front of her. "Thank you," she simply said as one of the men opened the door for her and she brushed past. The petite blonde did not follow her, it was not her place to go past the door. Only very few were allowed to enter, hence the two men guarding the door.

The room behind the short hallway she walked into was filled with red velvet sofas. If she did not know any better, she would have thought she had walked into some tacky strip club. But she did know better. This was where her father used to have his office. Ever since he had vanished, her father's place had been taken over by Oscar, one of the Royal-born vampires. And he had really done a number on the once beautiful, tastefully decorated room.

"Ah, if it isn't the lovely Calliope Torres," the man said with a smile. His fangs showed as if he did not care about hiding his true identity.

It did not impress Callie the least bit though. "Cut the crap, Oscar," Callie simply answered as she sat down on one of the sofas adjacent to where he was sitting. "Wish I could say I love what you've done with the place," she added sarcastically as she looked around. "My father would snap your neck if he could see this."

Oscar laughed. "To what do I owe this pleasure, your Sexiness?" Oscar said in a sultry tone, completely dismissing the low blow Callie had tried to give him.

"From what I understand, you called for me," she replied matter-of-factly, just as unfazed as Oscar.

"I just want to make sure there are no hard feelings. And also to make sure you understand that I call the shots now and that even you have to obey," Oscar crossed his legs and leaned back into his big, fluffy chair.

Callie wanted to roll her eyes, but unfortunately, even if she was only half part of this community, she had to live by the rules. This man-child in front of her had obviously watched way too many movies and he did not realize that he looked like a douchebag instead of a Royal.

"It must suck," Oscar continued. "You used to be the princess around here and now you're just a mere half-blood. I still can't believe you just gave up on all this," he emphasized his words by waving his arm around the room as if he was a realtor showing a house.

Callie just flashed Oscar a smile. "In the real world, I call the shots, honey," she said sweetly. "I don't see you driving around in a nice car or living in a million dollar mansion." It was low, but she had to play this game of marking territory. Oscar might rule the underworld, but she owned him in the world everyone else lived in. She needed to make sure he understood.

Most Royal vampires, like Callie and Oscar, were well off and lived comfortably. But, unlike Callie and her father, Oscar's family was not part of Seattle's high society, and it stung. It was something Callie would gladly remember Oscar of, just to tick him off.

For a few seconds, Oscar could not hide his reaction, his fangs showing as he balled his fists. But soon enough he regained his composure, realizing, just like Callie, that fighting each other was of no use.

"You are not going home with Lena tonight," he said. "She's mine."

Callie raised her eyebrow. She was tempted to quip back with a who said I wanted to go home with Lena, but she knew that would only please Oscar. There would be no fun in that. "And here I thought you would want me to go home with you tonight," she said with a playful wink. "Can I go now?"

Oscar chuckled. "Sweet, sweet, Callie, your time will come," he said. He leaned forward and rested his hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb along her lips. "You know we are meant to be, but I will save you for later. There'll come a time you will be begging to be with me."

It was supposed to be sexy, but cold shivers went down her spine. Oscar was repulsive and his cockiness only made it worse. A real man did not need to be like that to get his women. It was very unlike her to not react to this advance and to let Oscar get away with this, but unfortunately, she had no choice. Asshole or not, she could not do anything without getting into some serious trouble.

With her father gone for so long, Oscar's father had taken over and had put Oscar in the lead, obliging Callie to obey. It was all a game of power and Callie knew she just had to wait for the right moment. Once her father returned, things would go back to how they were and Oscar would go crawling back into the hellhole he had crawled out of. But for now, she had to be careful. Her father's power and credibility were fading with every day he was gone. Her Royal status had her safe for now, but she was not sure for how long it would protect her.

"Go back out, have a few drinks, enjoy yourself," he said as he leaned back. "And do yourself a favor, stay away from Lena."

This time, Callie could not hide the roll of her eyes, but she only did so after she turned her back and walked through the small hallway to return to the club. The men cast their eyes down again as she passed and she could not resist gently patting one of them on the shoulder. She caught Lena's eyes and shook her head. The black-haired woman nodded and turned back towards the bar, ignoring her friend for now.

Somehow the fun of the hunt was gone and Callie really disliked that she let Oscar get under her skin like that. He was like an annoying little brother whom she could not whack on the head every now and then. The fact that she could not only infuriated her more. It was so tempting to walk up to Lena and claim her for the night, but as much fun as that would be, the world of trouble that would follow was not worth it. She needed to keep her head down now and stay out of trouble.

Callie walked over to the bar and ordered herself a cocktail before sitting down with a huff. The air around her had changed from electric and exciting to the thick air that usually announced a thunderstorm.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," a male voice said. The man that approached Callie sat down next to her. "Two more of whatever she just finished," he said to the bartender as he waved two fingers in the air.

Callie looked at the man next to her. He was ruggedly handsome and apparently he did not seem to care at all that she did not seem to want any company. "Are you blind?" She asked.

"You mean to ask if I did not notice the thunderclouds above your head? Of course, I saw them, but that does not mean I cannot make a move on you, right? I do not see a ring on those fingers and I have not heard or seen any signs of you being taken. I guess that makes me very astute, doesn't it?" The man flashed her a mischievous smile.

As much as Callie wanted to glare at him for being annoying, she could not help but smile a little.

"Ah, so you can smile," he said, a twinkle in his eyes. He slowly pushed her cocktail towards her.

"Maybe this will help you smile a little more."

"Callie," she said as she accepted the cocktail.

"Callie what?" he retorted.

"Callie, lover of cocktails," she replied playfully before taking a sip. "Thanks,..."

"Mark."

"So, do you always drink girly cocktails, Mark?" Callie asked with a grin, emphasizing his name. The guy was obviously new here and had no idea who she was. That was good in this case because most men were afraid of her status as the daughter of a Royal and would steer clear of her.

Mark chuckled, "only since I've been trying to impress this hot chick I just laid my eyes on. You should have seen her."

Callie raised an eyebrow and looked into Mark's blue eyes. He had really caught her attention now. "Really? What did she look like?"

The tall man's smile grew wilder. "Beautiful long black hair," he started, his voice low. He made sure to keep a lock on Callie's eyes. "Dark brown eyes to die for. When I saw them, the only thing I could think of was how good they would look when they turn black." It was totally working, he could see the woman's lips slightly parting as she intently listened to him. He continued, his voice dropping an octave, "her lips full, painted red. I know all the women here have some shade of red on their lips, but this woman...she knew what she was doing when she applied her lipstick. And maaaan, I haven't even started talking about her body yet…..Do you want me to continue?" In reaction, the dark-haired woman just smiled and took a hold of the man's arm, dragging him outside with her.

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Callie woke up, not feeling as refreshed as she normally did. That could only mean one thing, she had not slept in her own bed. She opened her eyes and turned around to see who was next to her. A smirk graced her face as she saw who it was. How could she forget? It was the man who had managed to actually surprise her. After her run-in with Oscar, she had been sure she was going to go home alone again that night. She turned to the nightstand and opened the top drawer. She rummaged through it and got out a little notepad and a pen and wrote down her phone number before slipping out of bed.

When she finished getting dressed, she stuck the note to Mark's fridge before leaving the house quietly. She got into her car and drove home. Sundays were always the days that she would stay in and do nothing. It was a way to recover from the weekend and to prepare for the week to come, which in this case would be a week probably spent in court. And with her defending the most notorious, alleged, drug lord of the city, it was going to be a high-profile case. She needed to be at her best.

As soon as she got home, Callie opted to take a long bath instead of her usual shower. She poured in the bubble bath and played some soft music to relax. She dropped her clothes in the hamper in her bedroom and walked towards the bathroom. She got into the warm water with a deep sigh and closed her eyes. She could feel her muscles relax as the warm water enveloped her body, the anger she felt from last night slowly ebbing away. Just when she felt herself starting to get relaxed, images of the mysterious blonde invaded her mind, instantly making her feel on edge again.

It had been her goal to forget about the anger she felt by partying all weekend and sleeping with Mark, but it had been to no avail. She was angry with her father for not being there, angry with Oscar for being such an asshole, angry with her mother for not being around to guide her through all this. But most of all, she was angry with the universe, for making her who she was and for making these stupid rules. She hated it when rules could not be bent in her favor.

Ever since she had chosen to go through life as a so-called half-blood, she had been used to getting the best of both worlds. She was able to live a normal life, but still enjoy some of the powers she had gotten from her vampire father. Since her father also happened to be the head honcho in town, she had really gotten the best of both worlds. She was a member of the happy few of the city, living a rich lifestyle, which she later on in life started earning for herself, and she got to enjoy the perks of being somewhat of a princess in the underground world she lived in.

The privileges from the underground world had been revoked though. Pretty much as soon as her father disappeared, a new leader stood up, a true blood. This meant most half-bloods got banned from even entering most popular gathering places, with the exception of a few high-ranked officers and so-called 'Royals' like Callie. Most of the half-bloods Callie grew up with, now gathered in new underground places, away from the true head office, which was housed in 'The Basement'. The underground club Callie had visited last night was the perfect front for the base of operations of Seattle's vampire community.

Since Callie had distanced herself from the vampire world, she had not gotten the chance to take over for her father. Even if she had had the chance, she would not have taken it. She was too attached to her life in the human world, the real world in her eyes. Instead one of her father's biggest rivals in the underground world claimed the throne, so to speak. Since he was a powerful man, no one stood up against him. Order was quickly restored, but with all half-bloods being oppressed and all purebred vampires slowly climbing the organization, Callie feared all hell was about to break loose. She just hoped her father would be back before that would happen. The longer she did not hear from him though, the more she feared the worst. Her father was a very strong and powerful man, but even he was not invincible.

She had found it very suspicious that people were not really looking for her father. It had made her think that maybe his disappearance was an inside job and her father had been lured somewhere. The smooth transition to the new Head Royal, someone who happened to be from a rivaling family, was all just too much of a coincidence. Callie had tried to get the police involved, but they did not really want to touch her father's case, not even with a ten-foot pole. Carlos Torres was a known figure in Seattle. A wealthy businessman with a not-so-squeaky clean reputation. Her father had been sued more times than Callie could remember, but none of the charges of fraud, bribery, and embezzlement ever stuck.

When Callie had filed the missing persons report, the police officer taking her statement had seemed more interested in gathering more information about Carlos' business empire than to the actual case at hand. It had frustrated her and had left her not giving half the information she had available. It had become very clear to her that this was something she was going to have to try and solve herself.

Just like she was going to have to find out all about the white aura lady by herself.

Callie closed her eyes and groaned. So much for her relaxing bath. Instead of getting rid of the tension in her body, her mind was now going a mile a minute, causing all of her muscles to stand at attention. Her fight mode was kicking in more and more and it was getting hard to suppress those feelings. It was time for some serious action. She could no longer sit by and watch things unfold, she needed to act.