Marcus stands by the window, staring thoughtfully down on the grounds that are now his until he can find others worthy of having the title of an elder. The loss of not only Kraven but Victor as well as Amelia is a huge loss that he knew would be hard to recover from. His subconscious sorted though the transferred thoughts of what had happened. There was a knock on the door and calmly, Marcus called for entrance.

A man of significant age and long silver hair entered the room, a long black cloak flowing behind him as he nodded to the elder in greeting and took a seat. Marcus returned the nod and took a seat across from the other, he ran a hand though his bronze hair and sighed.

"Do you have any idea what has been going on?"

"No but I'd like to hear what you know, perhaps then I can aid you in a plan of action."

Marcus went on to describe to the man what he knew of the events, the loss of Victor, Kraven, Amelia as well as the death of Lucian. He spoke of fuzzy sights of a blue creature and a female vampire who he later identified as Selene. The man never spoke and hardly moved. Occasionally nodding his head but that was all until the elder finished.

"Had you been here I'm sure none of this-"

"Pfft." The silver haired man scoffed and shook his head. "I refused to stay here under that foolish boys command. A thick-skulled child was all he was. He would have never listened to me anyway. What plans do you have so far?"

"Other than rebuilding the vampire population and trying to find Selene? None."

"What about defense against Lycans? How many Death-Dealers remain? How many are in training?"

Brown eyes of the elders looked up to meet the gray eyes of the silver-haired vampire. The silence that followed made it clear to the other that the Elder had not even bothered checking on it.

"I suggest you start with defenses first. You hold an assembly and I'll gather some numbers. Then we'll talk about what else to do."

Marcus nodded and stood, as did the silver haired vampire. The elder extended his hand to the other and it was received. "Thank you, for coming back Immanuel."

"Well?"

"Immanuel has returned to aid and advise Marcus as you said he would."

"Mhmm. And what about the Lycans?"

"The girl and her Lycan comrades are quiet. She seems in no rush to stir up trouble…yet."

"Yet?"

"Yet. I know nothing more."

"You're dismissed."

Nodding the young Lycan boy left the room and Selene took a seat on her four-poster bed. Sighing she pulled a small recorder from her dresser drawer and recorded the information gather from the Lycan. As she finished Michael Corvin entered the room.

"What's up?"

"Not sure yet. A scout just returned and informed me of Immanuel's return to Marcus and that Lucian's pup is inactive."

"Well that's not necessarily a bad thing." Michael stated as he took a seat behind her desk. He was clad in only a pair of jeans, torso wounds made it clear that he had been sparing with a Lycan. "Dunno about this Immanuel guy, but the inactivity of the Traditional Lycans might be a good thing. Maybe this girl is smarter than we give her credit for."

"This girl is the daughter of Lucian, the only thing she knows of vampires is that that are liars and murders. I doubt she'll be on our side. She'd just biding her time. As for Immanuel, he is Marcus' adviser. He's smart and I advise you not to underestimate him."

Michael signed and nodded, standing he made to leave the room via the side door that linked his room to hers when Selene called him. He paused and turned and she was quiet shaking her head she dismissed him before speaking her mind. Though tempted to ask what it was she was going to say, he decided against it, for now, and left.

Loud music thumped in the background of the club as the traditional Lycan leader made her way though the crowd. With dark brown eyes, black hair and a perfectly natural tan, she turned many heads with her short leather skirt and revealing top. She was young… for a Lycan, being hardly one hundred years old and looking but eight-teen, she was living things up. The Vampires were severely weak and the truth would not bother her if she didn't bother them. So she thought.

Demonica was smarter than the others gave her credit for, mistaking age for a reflection brains. She knew of Immanuel, she knew of Wicked she knew of the Truth's spies. And she was ready for them all. She knew what they did not. Her thoughts of this however were interrupted when someone pinched her ass. Turning she was met with a light eyed stranger with a stunning smile and long chocolate hair.

"Hey baby," the man said smoothly, "Haven't seen you around here before."

Demonica played along with the boy. "Hey, what does it matter, I'm just in search of a good time…"

"Good time? You've found the right guy, I'll show you the time of your life."

Smirking Demonica continued on with the boy, he eventually 'convinced' her to go back to his place for this good time, but little did he know, he would never make it home, or live to see another morning.