BloodAngel wiped the blood from her mouth and looked around. It was a dark night – no one around. She smiled at Tom.

"Thanks – I was starving." Tom smiled.

"Whatever. So, I take it BloodAngel's back?" he asked, eyeing her up and down. Summer smiled, her fangs denting her bottom lip, slightly. A mindless rambling echoed down the alleyway and Tom and Summer crouched in a defensive stance, answering their instincts. Whoever was walking down the path were drunk, or knocking things over on purpose. Summer gasped when she sure Thierry step forward.

"Thierry?" she questioned, running forward to her brother. He smiled, disguising his vampire qualities and hugged his younger sister. Summer noticed he had blood all up his left arm, splinters cast thickly across his bulging muscles.

"What's wrong?" she asked, putting her hand on his right arm. Thierry winced and she saw he'd massacred that one, too. She rolled his eyes.

"You have no sense of self-control, do you?" Tom started walking up behind her. He coughed to get Thierry's attention.

"Sir, Hunter will be here soon." He told him. Thierry nodded and forced Summer back. He checked her down. She always looked good, no matter what the occasion.

"Well done, Tom. Now – where is Harman?" he asked. Tom bit his lip. The girl hadn't arrived yet – maybe she wasn't going to come...

"I'm here." She frowned, standing a long way off, wresting on an old abandoned building. Summer snapped her head in the witch's direction. She had short red hair feathered around her face, her complexion was pale and she had the brightest hazel eyes she had ever seen. The Harman bowed slightly in front of Thierry.

"Mika Harman, at your assistance." She smiled, saving her smile for Thierry and him only. She didn't realise the pretty one was Thierry's sister, or that Tom was in the first house of werewolves. It would help if the dragon were here too...

"Welcome everybody." Hunter stepped forward out of the shadows, glancing over everyone. Thierry, Tom and Mika saluted but Summer stood there dumb-founded. Hunter was the most beautiful vampire she'd ever seen – with auburn hair and cold eyes, he was about a head taller than her and he looked in his thirties – not that old for a Lamia, certainly not as old as Thierry. So why wasn't Thierry bossing him about? Her brother gave her a cold glare as he picked up the message, but Hunter just laughed.

"I take it that this is your sister, Thierry. Agent BloodAngel, am I correct?" Summer gulped and nodded. She was all too new to this strange world of creatures. She'd only last week found out about werewolves when meeting Tom.... Now that they were in America things seemed a lot different around here. Summer had always hated her abilities as a vampire, hated being evil – but these people? They seemed proud and... and evil. They had employed her to help humans, right? Or was this Night World project against humans? Hunter smiled.

"Good. Any humans find out about us, execute them, right?" he added, as if it meant nothing – as if on a whim. Deciding whether other people should live or die. Did a Redfern have that much power? Summer was about to speak when Thierry froze her power of voice with his mind. He controlled her like a puppet, making her nod. Summer thumped him behind her back. He just snapped at her using telepathy. Don't EVER say no to Hunter Redfern, EVER! Summer soon began to realise that they were all scared of him – even the Harman, which was stupid because she knew that Hunter's daughters were half-witch. After all... Dove and Lilly and Garnet...

"Well, since that's settled then – let's start with HQ. Follow me to the REAL Night World." Mika went behind Redfern, then Thierry, then Summer and then Tom. Only afterwards did BloodAngel realise werewolves were meant to be the scum of the Night World. Mika was still wondering about the dragon in her head – was he meeting them there? Summer, walking along, had a vision that she was surrendering to the darkness – and this was something she wasn't planning to do.

Chapter 2 done! Sorry I didn't do it sooner – had writer's block! R&R! Later ppl!