(A/N hmm what to write. Muhahahahahahaha -half expects to cough- hey all right I got it! A thanks goes out to Kurisutaru6. And to all those who pointed out my errors thanks to you to although I still don't see where I messed up .)

Galas walked up to the two of them and stared into Deodesh's eyes for what seemed to be an eternity. "So has our Guest been made ready for dinner?" He inquired still starring blankly at his "guest".

"Yes m'lord he is ready" Miyra answered back sheepishly. "Shall I show him to the dinning room?" She stood near the door slipping past Galas.

"You shall take our guest to the dinning room and then help with the cooking" Galas turned around looked to Miyra with an icy glare then walked out.

"Is he always in such a wonderful mood? Or is just me?"

"Come sir Deodesh" she turned and stepped out of the room lightly and waited in the hallway against the far wall. Deodesh finally joined her and she lead him down the hallway to a grand room, with a mahogany center table with intricate designs over it, at each end there was an mahogany chair that was padded with what looked like lace or maybe satin. A large fireplace was on either side of the table and were both lit. "Please sit sir" at the command Deodesh took a seat at the seat nearest him, and Miyra disappeared into another conjoining hallway.

"Now what have you gotten yourself into." he wondered aloud. He began fiddling with his thumbs until he overheard someone talking in the hallway he had just left. He strained to hear but found it too difficult so he got off his chair and scooted silently as he could over to the wall for better "listening".

"Go tell the prince I have found someone for the job" it sounded like galas's voice but he couldn't be for sure so he moved around to the corner and took a quick peek. There was galas in a dark red shirt with light red pants whoever dressed him didn't know what they where doing obviously. But there was another man who looked somewhat similar to galas in the "shaggy" department he had been dressed in a off white cotton top that was tucked into a tanned brown hide pair of pants complete with a very large brass buckle that dawned his belt.

"Yes my sire" The obviously younger man said before he turned and walked away.

Deodesh quickly tiptoed back to his seat and sat down just as Galas entered the room. He bowed his head and Galas did the same as he took his seat at the other end of the table. "Tis a very humble abode you have here"

"You fancy miss Miyra do you?" Breaking to a new subject in a matter of fact tone.

"I do not sir." Deodesh was becoming uneasy with the subject and was fidgeting around in his chair.

"Tis a pity then she seems to have taken a liking to you" Galas put both his paws on the table and joined them together looking down the table at Deodesh. "And you would have made such a good pairing"

"I do"

"You do what?" Galas had an amused look now

"I do like miss Miyra sir" Deodesh looked up from his lap to see that Galas was mere inches from his face. With a jolt he fell back onto the ground and hit his head again.

"What's wrong you look like you saw a ghost." He jumped off the table and kneeled next to the now fallen man looking over him again. "Would you like to be with miss Miyra then?"

"I'm not sure what you mean sir" He stayed laying down half frozen by fear.

"Come come now your smatter than that aren't you? Tis a simple question do you wish to be with miss Miyra?"

"Y..yes sir I would." Galas leaned closer and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Forever?"

"Yes sir for the small time I have known her she has already stolen my heart, I would do anything for her name it and it shall be done" he was gaining more confidence obviously.

"Good to hear welcome to the Gangrel" Galas jumped onto Deodesh and held his arms down with his legs. He was much heaver than he looked but he tried to free himself anyway to no avail.

"What are you doing!" He screamed. The other did not respond only leaned forward and grabbed his head with both hands then twisted it to the side, The bone in his neck gave a few pops as he did. Deodesh almost blacked out when he felt a pain like two daggers impale his neck. He couldn't move anything nothing would respond in his body. His body grew weak and his vision began to blur Galas dismounted and leaned over him watching Deodesh try and look around.

"What's wrong having second thoughts?" He drug a nail over his wrist and put it over his own mouth crimson red blood trickled from his mouth as he removed the wrist and put it to Deodesh's mouth. "Drink"

Deodesh had no choice in the matter so he leaned his head forward and drank the rich life giving blood. It was sweet like candy, he grabbed Galas's arm and started drinking more.

"Enough" Galas half yelled as he yanked his arm free.

Deodesh fell back to the floor and lay there. His body began to burn with the power of the sun, he let out a scream as he convulsed and twisted in shear agony. The pain grew until he could not stand it any longer finally blacking out.

(A/N Oy this chapter sucked. but it's the best I could come up with so go on and flame for all your worth. I'll probably rewrite this though later. tell me what ya think)