bChapter OnepShe watched him walk out of the Spanish-style house. He seemed so happy. But as he approached his car, a girl from inside the house ran after him. Apparently she had called his name for he turned around and smiled. The girl threw her arms around him and kissed him. She gripped her steering wheel tightly. She used to do that. But that was more than five hundred- fifty years ago.pHe kissed the girl back and sent her on her way. He walked casually to his car and got into the driver's seat. The girl waved as he started the car and drove away. She waited for the girl to walk back inside the house before following him. She put her Volkswagen Passat in drive and followed a good space behind his car. Her car was a shiny black, a sure sign she had been at the car wash and had gotten it waxed. The silver detail made it the hottest car in the whole of Los Angeles.pShe turned on the stereo and music blasted from the speakers. Her bass system shook the ground surrounding the car whenever she stopped at a redlight. The punks and hip-hoppers she passed by gave her kudos for playing her music the way she did.pHis car led her to a desolate part of Los Angeles. It was a street filled with old factories and warehouses. "Is this where they hang out now?" she asked herself disgustingly. "I thought the Atrox could sink no lower." His car pulled into a makeshift parking lot next to a warehouse. She took her time getting to the parking lot so as not to attract his attention towards her. She saw him walk out of the darkness of the parking lot and up the steps of the warehouse. It was a large one with red bricks that looked like they had been rotted by the years.pShe pulled in behind his car and shut off her car. The quiet motor gave a hum as she turned the key in the ignition and pulled it out. Her keys jingled as she threw them into her small handbag. Fixing her hair in the rearview mirror, she opened the car door and took the same path as him. She stood out the warehouse. Music vibrated the walls and she could see flashing lights from inside whenever someone came out. A few people saw her but as soon as they laid eyes on her, they cowered away. She had quite a reputation amongst the Followers.pBoldly, she walked up the steps, strutting her stuff. She received stares from guys she had never seen before. One of them even opened the door for her. She smiled her thanks as she walked into a world of darkness. This was definitely a Follower hangout. Techno beats and strobe lights went to the beat of the dancers. She casually walked around until...she saw him.pStanton leaned against the black wall of the club. He didn't want to leave Serena that night but he had business to do. Anyway, now that he was Prince of the Night it was suspiscous whenever he didn't come back for days at a time. This was his fourth day out. But the energy was building up inside him and it felt as if he were going to burst if it wasn't released. He looked around. He knew there were all Followers here. Very few were normal people. And if there were most of them had probably been taken.pBut then suddenly he saw a girl out on the dancefloor. She had straight, black hair that reached all the way to the middle of her back. It flowed freely as she shook her hips and raised her arms over her and in the air. She wore tight, dark blue, low-rise jeans and a revealing black halter top. There was a dangling, silver necklace that adorned her neck along with dangling silver earrings. Stanton was intrigued by her. Especially since half the guys in the club were staring at her and checking her out.pHe walked over to her slowly. She wasn't aware of his presence for she nearly jumped with fright as he grabbed her hips and began to dance with her. They danced until the song finished and another was starting. "What's your name?" he asked smiling as she turned around. She had the most beautiful clear blue eyes he had ever seen. But he could only see so much of them through her long bangs. She smirked. "You should remember...Stanton," she said smoothly. Stanton's eyes widened. Can it be? Was she back? But how? She was a mere mortal when he met her.pHer laughter broke his thoughts. "It's funny when you forget the past, my dear. Come on, then. Take a stab at who I am." He spoke softly. "Josephine." Her smirk widened into a smile. "You remember!" "How can I not?" he said smoothly. His tension had settled. "But why are you still alive? You are a mortal." She snorted. "Do you not realize what you gave to me that night?" Stanton rushed through his memories to find out what she was talking about. "Here," she said. "Let me show you." She stared into his eyes and Stanton made the big mistake of looking into them. Everything around him suddenly turned black./p