Sebastian Oakborn was strolling along the New York streets authoritatively. He was being watched. Several 'inconspicuous' persons had been trailing him all the way from the corner of eleventh and fifth. He knew, of course, but he also knew he couldn't let on. Being watched was bad enough, but letting them know that you knew... that was practically asking for it. There were five of them tailing him at the moment, but he had noticed at least three switches so as not to alert him to their presence.

'Yeah right' he thought, smothering a derisive snort. 'Like you could catch me out'. They were switching again, he could see them out of the corner of his eye. Vampires from the looks of them. He recognised the predatory gait, like they were stalking something.

'You' A little voice inside him piped up helpfully.

He turned into Washington Square Park, under the mini Arc de Triomphe, and was swallowed up by the leafy May trees. He continued to survey his watchers from his vantage point in a verdant maple. They were puzzled. He knew the risks of this strategy of course. If he was caught up the tree, they could hardly ignore the fact that their cover was blown, and that could certainly have side effects. Death for instance.

They remained for a few minutes before spreading out to sweep the rest of the park. He waited, checking carefully the positions of the nine vampires he'd already seen, and scrutinising everyone else in the fear that there may be more nearby. He dropped silently from the tree and started sprinting.

He was barely out of breath when he reached Mercer Street. Being superhuman sure was swell. He chuckled quietly, carefully over-looking the street and its occupants for possible enemies. He entered a nondescript brownstone house, typical of the area.

"Oakborn!" came a voice from the end of the passage, bright and cheery despite the awful situation. The last Wildpower still had not been found and the millennium was ticking ever closer. But even in the hardest times, Saffron Heall was, still, gently beautiful. She had soft, sculpted features, bright amber eyes and wavy flame coloured hair midway down her back. She hugged him, hard.

"What kept you? We thought you'd had a run in with a stick" She joked, her almost luminous eyes crinkling with mirth.

"Saff, this is serious," he said, uncharacteristically grave. "I was tailed today. I lost them in Washington Park but they'll be back as soon as anyone spots me." Saffron's eyes had lost their twinkle. She looked searchingly into his sapphire blue eyes. The depth of her gaze made him think, just briefly, as if she could see right into his soul.

"Nightworlders?" She asked, already knowing what the response would be.

"Looks like it. I'm sorry Saff. But it looks like they only have their eyes on me at the moment, so I won't come here anymore. I can't risk... WE can't risk them finding this place." The unassuming brownstone was one of the most important locations Circle Daybreak owned, apart - of course - from the safehouses where the three Wildpowers were currently in hiding. All the main operations for finding and protecting the fourth Wildpower were based here, in New York City.

"We'll set you up a place" She said resignedly. This eventuality had been planned for, but it was still heartbreaking when one of your main operatives had to be relocated. Until it was safe for both him and the others, he would be effectively renounced from Circle Daybreak.

"All right" He sighed. It had to be done.

"I'll miss you Oakborn. We all will."

AN: thankyou to those who reviewed! (I now have a multi chapter fic! *dance dance*)