Chapter 3 The exhausted Reshard Blackheart once again sighed as he collapsed against a wall, only inches from the dilapidated sofa, inches he didn't feel he could make. Who would have thought a few vamps would have put up such a fight. He was drained, though most of that had come from the effort of controlling his power and the vamp misting he got. Still he chided himself, he shouldn't be so tired, but again he was reminded how much effort control really was. Let out power and destroying things wasn't hard at all. What was hard was caring for others and putting one's self on a leash. So despite the place he fell asleep.

"Aren't you forgetting someone?" a voice said awaking Reshard from his slumber, a voice that he recognized immediately. Opening one eye Reshard took in the dagger that was only inches from his throat and the presence of the vampire woman from earlier.

"What time is it?" he asked as casually as one might ask such a thing without a dagger to one's throat.

"Aren't you a brave one." she began, only to be interrupted as Reshard asked his question again only less politely

"Midnight." She hissed, clearly frustrated with the Hunter's nonchalance.

"Great. I've been playing with you and your friends too long."

"I think the time is the least of your worries Mr. Blackheart."

"Oh and why is that?"

"Because I happen to have a blade to your throat and could kill you at any moment."

"True. About the having a blade to my throat that is, but I seriously doubt you could kill me at any moment."

"Well why don't I give it a try?"

"Go right ahead."

For a moment the vampire was frozen, in complete astonishment, was the Hunter throwing his life away. Then she was even more astonished as she found her blade pinning air, and heard the now familiar crackle of energy that signified the Shadow Reaver's existence.

"You got me." She said coldly, without turning to face him.

"No I don't," he replied just as coldly "and why is that?"

"Bravo Mr. Blackheart bravo," She said again cold as ice "it seems that you pass."

"Pass what?" he asked confused

"Pass your entrance exam into the Brimstone Society."

"The what society?"

"Brimstone. We are the protectors of the human world and we need you to join"

"Why is that exactly? No wait, I don't care!" he said, as the vampire heard his retreating footsteps.

"Trust me Mr. Blackheart you do care, because some rather dangerous people are after you and other individuals in your profession."

"Really? So how exactly did you setup this little test?"

"We captured and sedated the vampires. Arranged a phony message to be delivered to you and I waited at the club for you."

"Hum. so why were you surprised when I transformed?"

For a moment she didn't answer, a moment so long that he didn't think she would, but then she did.

"Because I was getting weak and needed a little drink, not that I was planning to drain you. In fact if you hadn't turned out to be my target I might have given you the time of your life!" she said without a hint of deception and the evilest smirk he had ever seen.

"Vampires!" he said in mock exasperation.

"Not vampire, Dhampir." She corrected then added. "The name is Mynce."

"Well Miss Mynce," he said formally "I must regret to inform you that I don't want to be a part of your little club. As for bad people, I can handle myself."

With that Reshard Blackheart walked set off toward the exit. After about three steps he was flung into the wall as the broken window and a good portion of the wall exploded.

Stunned for a moment he shook his head clear, but as he looked up he had the urge to shake it again because his vision couldn't be right. Filling the makeshift doorway stood what he could only describe as a dinosaur.

"This night keeps getting better and better."