For the whole night, Josephine and Stanton were in so many different positions that she lost count after the fifth one. But it did not strike any memories of their first time. It could have been that, on their first time, the headboard wasn't banging uncontrollably or Josephine wasn't screaming his name over and over. It was almost five in the morning when they were on their last set. Josephine was practically hanging off the bed and she probably would have fallen off if it weren't that Stanton placed himself in between her legs. He entered her for what seemed like the umpteenth time and began to grind against her hips. Josephine threw her head back and an escalating moan escaped her lips.

"Seems you have...ohhhhh...learned some new things since then," she tried to say through her moaning.

"You were the only....ugh....one I slept with," he replied, moaning himself. "I have stayed chaste ever since then."

After so many times of banging each other, Stanton was about to come. He quickened his pace and sweat dripped off his face and onto Josephine's body. And within a few minutes, he let go. Josephine felt him empty his load and, soon after, she orgasmed, screaming his name. Stanton fell ontop of her, limp beyond belief.

A few hours later, Josephine woke up. As she sat up, Stanton was sitting against the headboard, smoking a cigarette.

"I didn't know you smoked," Josephine said, crawling to him. "I found them in your purse," he replied, handing one to her.

Josephine put it against her lips and Stanton lit it for her. She took a puff and blew it in his face.

"So I guess you're going back to Serena," she said, not looking at him.

He stared at her and pushed her hair behind her ears.

"I have to," he said.

"Why can't we be together?" Josephine asked, her anger growing.

"It was simply not meant to be," he said, getting up from the bed.

"How can it not be? I was the one that gave you immortality!"

Stanton extinguished the cigarette. She was right. But still, it wasn't in their favor.

"It was not what the Atrox foresaw," he said, putting his clothes back on.

Josephine stared at him as he slipped his pants on and put his shirt on.

"I'm sorry, Josephine," he said.

He came over to her and kissed her lightly. But she pushed him away.

"I should have known you would leave me like you did that night," she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

If Stanton's eyes were filling with tears, he didn't show it. All he did was stare at her then walk out of the room. Josephine ran into the bathroom, crying.

"I want you to go back to Tautarus," Josephine said as she had lunch with her children.

Michele and Genevieve both choked on their sodas and stared at her.

"What?" Michele asked. "No, Maman. I'm staying with you."

"As am I," Genevieve put in.

"No," Josephine said, sternly. "I don't want you to get hurt. You are going back tonight and that is final."

"But what about Lambert?" Michele asked.

"He hasn't done anything so far so he isn't going to do anything anytime soon," Josephine said quietly.

They were sitting in a booth in Pink's. It was crowded with teenagers that skipped school for the day.

"I heard--things," Michele said, shaking his head. "The Regulators say that he is going to do something tonight."

"Poppycock, Michele," Josephine spat.

"But the members of the Cincti are saying the same," Genevieve said, putting a hand on her mother's. "We are going to stay with you. You protected us when we were little and now we are going to protect you."

Josephine looked at her daughter then at her son. Her eyes were filled with sorrow for they came around and hugged her tightly.

Later that night, Josephine, Michele, and Genevieve sat in Josephine's car, staring at Planet Bang. It was crowded for a Tuesday night and Josephine could imagine the smirk on Michele's face.

"Don't do anything rash," she said sternly, looking at him with her pristine blue eyes.

His eyes widened and he shook his head. "I wasn't going to do anything," he said, smirking.

Josephine shook her head and looked out the window again just in time to see Stanton and the Daughters. Of course, Serena was hanging on his arm.

"She's much too clingy if you ask me,' Genevieve said, grimacing.

Josephine looked at her through the rearview mirror and smiled.

"Your jealousy is coming back," Michele said, mockingly. "How old are we again?"

"Shut it, Michele," Genevieve said, slapping the side of his head.

"Mother!"

"A Regulator and a member of the Cincti," she said, raising her left brow. "Remind me to thank the Atrox."

"Ha ha," Genevieve said, looking outside again.

Stanton looked at the long line. "I know you don't want to wait for an hour to get in," he said as Serena sucked on her teeth. "Let's go in easy."

They nodded and walked with Stanton to the bouncer in the front. One look in his eyes and the bouncer smiled and let them in. Groans from the other clubhoppers were soon muffled as they walked into the club. Planet Bang's heart was making the walls thump with loud European techno and it's blood, the many dancers, became red, green, orange, and pink with it's lights, flashing. The Daughters squealed with delight and ran onto the dancefloor. Stanton smiled as Serena pulled him close to her and kissed her. They began to dance when he felt a familiar presence. He looked up quickly to see Josephine. But trailing her were two other people whom he couldn't guess their identity. She looked dazzingly in a red Chinese silk dress. It was beautiful and it looked familiar. Of course! It was given to her after her father came home from a diplomatic trip to London. Stanton smirked as she looked over at him and winked. The other two people looked at him but their stares were as cold as ice. Especially the boy's. His dark hair and blue eyes were captivating. But...he looked familiar. The boy was wearing black dress pants with a white button up shirt. And all the girls were looking at him. Josephine said something to him and he went to a group of girls. She said something to the girl whom was wearing bondage pants and a black corset. The girl then went over to the bar where a few guys started hitting on her.

Josephine watched Stanton watch her and their children. A smirk grew on her face. He still had no idea whom they were. She saw Serena tug on his arm and speak into his ear. He nodded and Josephine watched as Serena headed over to the bar. Then, Josephine walked over to Stanton slowly. He smirked as she engaged in conversation.

"Nice to see you here," she said, looking around.

"And you," he replied smoothly.

"Serena looks good tonight."

"As she always will. I'm glad I left you," he spat.

"Fuck you," she yelled, hurt.

"Already did," he said, walking away from her and towards Serena.

Tears formed in Josephine's eyes as she turned away from them and began to walk to the bathroom. But then something shimmered in the air and it didn't feel right. She knew Michele and Genevieve felt it for they stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Suddenly, the lights went out.

Everyone immediately began to panic as everything went out. It was quiet and dark, the only thing being heard were the kids voices yelling at management. The manager was panicking and yelling at the technicians. Then, everything came back on. Everyone laughed nervously at the oddity but pushed it aside once the DJ put on the music. The club revived itself but Stanton was worried. The Daughters looked in his direction, he looked at where he saw Josephine last. She wasn't there. Neither were the boy and girl.

All Josephine was remembered were the lights going out, the people yelling, and falling...asleep? She jolted awake, her hair in her eyes. Where was she? This place was dark as well but cold. Josephine knew she was by herself. For the first time in her life, in her Immortal life, she was frightened.

"Michele?" she called out. "Genevieve?"

Someone chuckled to her left and spoke.

"They can't here you..." There was a drawl to the voice and it sounded old though young. It was very confusing.

"You should be confused," the person said, walking towards her. Josephine had no way of seeing the person since there were no lights on.

"Who are you?" she asked, looking around.

Again, the mysterious figure chuckled. "Why do you want to know?"

"Please," Josephine said. "I just want to know."

It was quiet between them for a moment before the person chuckled while speaking.

"I am the one people told you to be careful of. You should have listened to your children when they said to go back to Tartarus." He spoke this angrily.

At the mention of Tartarus, Josephine's heart went into her stomach.

"Lambert...."

It started off as a chuckle but then his voice rang out in a sinister laugh.