Disclaimer:

I decided the old poem was a little lame,
And almost gave the story a new name,
But then I realized,

That nothing rhymes easily with realized,
And I don't own Underworld nor barely a name.

Thanks:

Anya: Thanks for subconsciously making me feel guilty about not posting another chapter quickly. It makes me write faster.

Mads: Did you know that 'Mads' isn't in the Word dictionary? Insane isn't it? Thanks for the same thing as Anya, and for letting me beta your KA fic. I swear I'll try see it this weekend!

Apologies:

To anyone who read, and liked my poem: You must be weird. I'm sorry for kicking out some important stuff in your brain and filling it up with my poem.

To anyone who read, and didn't like my poem: I'm sorry you didn't like it. It was fantastic. Seriously. Go back and read it again. Ha ha! Now you're missing something important and in its place is my poem!

Anya: I'm sorry if you didn't like my interpretation of Anya. You can have your shoes back now. Oh, and I know I promised you'd meet Viktor by now! I just got temporary writers train wreck.  sorry!

Mads: Sorry for sticking you with Kalika, I know a-noy-ing. (I know there's an 'n' missing. It's phonetic. Don't tease me. )

Natalie Durant: I think I got your name wrong. I'm sorry . I know, that Donna's a b$$. You don't need her. Go Nathen!

Chapter 6: The search for Viktor, the changing of Anya, and quite possibly the introduction of Dayton.

Marie and Kalika stared at Anya as she hurried down the street calling, "Here Death Dealers, here boys!"

"She's lost it." Said Marie shaking her head.

"Definitely lost it." Said Kalika in agreement. "It's a shame really. What a wonderful mind."

Marie sighed deeply, the type of sigh you make when you realize that the jelly in your jelly doughnut has dripped out and landed on your shoe. "Oh well. Maybe when she meets Him, we can all be as happy as she is now."

"I don't think that's happy." Said Kalika, looking at Anya. "I think that's pain."

Marie was confused. "Huh?"

Kalika pointed at Anya who was ten feet in front of them. It was not a pretty sight. While they were not looking, it seemed that Anya, who was also not looking, had placed her foot in a pothole then fallen, quite possibly breaking it on the way. Her ankle, that is.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!" Anya squealed, flapping her hands up and down and looking for all the world like she was doing a demented version of the chicken dance.

"It huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurts! The paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain!" She gently extracted her foot from the pothole, and sat splay-legged on the sidewalk. When Kalika and Marie caught up to her they hauled her up and supported her as they continued their search for the Death Dealers. As they were walking Anya kept mumbling incoherently until Kalika shot Marie a look that said, 'Can't you shut her up?' Marie sent one back that said, 'Why me?' which earned a stony glare from Kalika that said, 'She's your friend isn't she?' Marie rolled her eyes and gently squeezed Anya.

"You know Anya; your mumbling doesn't really help. In fact, what would Viktor say if he knew you were complaining to us?"

That shut Anya up.

"Oh, my darling Viktor! I cannot wait until I meet him!" Her voice slid further into the almost ice like façade that was Anya, and her British accent became deeper, almost as if some witch had cast a spell upon her very being. She shook Marie and Kalika off. "I will be fine." She said, striding ahead of them.

"Well. That definitely worked." Said Marie staring at awe in Anya's rapidly receding figure, which had seemed to change with her apparent personality change.

"I hope she still likes us." Commented Kalika.

"Us?" Said Marie, "Whatever happened to, 'She's your friend isn't she?'"

Kalika shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea to get you to get her to shut up."

Marie growled in frustration. "Lets go." She grabbed Kalika's arm and easily dragged her slight frame into a run, chasing after Anyanka who by this time has already rounded the next corner.

"You know," Kalika panted, as Marie dragged her, "That can't be good for her ankle." She was referring to the fact that Anya was almost jogging on said 'injured' ankle. Marie almost growled, but then realized that Katya would probably never growl at a friend. Or a 'friend', in Kalika's case.

o-o-o

Aseawen walked with Alice down an alley towards where she thought Dayton's and her safe house for the Vampyre children was. They came to stop in front of a large building with a strange mark on a sign hanging of the front of it.

"I think this is it." Said Aseawen unnecessarily, trying to find an excuse not to enter. "Really?" Said Alice sarcastically wondering why Aseawen was taking such a long time to go inside. Soon, she got tired of waiting. "Well, why the hell aren't we going in?" She asked, rubbing her arms briskly up and down her arms for lack of something better to do.

Aseawen looked worried. "But what if He's there?" She asked worriedly "I wouldn't know what to do!"

Alice rolled her eyes, indicating that she clearly thought Aseawen was nuts. "But isn't that a good thing? I mean, you and him are, like.." She crossed her fingers holding them up for Aseawen to see.

"Yes." She muttered. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of."

To be continuated….

Okay, so I suck at cliffhangers, but my spine is killing me and my battered body is protesting this unlawful abuse and it's only 8:30. Okay, I know some more of you are out there, I mean this story has twenty-two hits. Twenty-two! So where are you all? Okay, so you're probably reading the first chapter and thinking, 'What a load of crap' but it'd be nice if you reviewed! Pleeeeeeease! I'll give you a present if you review! How about a character I don't like! You can have Kraven! hides from Erika Argh! Don't shoot!

Myrisha: You're insane.
Me: Yes, well. If they're reading and enjoying this, they're probably insane too.
Myrisha: Good point.

A/N 1: The 'Him' and 'He' Anya and Aseawen respectively refer to, are their own personal dilemmas. Anya's is Viktor and Aseawen's is Dayton.

A/N 2: The mark referred to as being over Dayton and Aseawen's safehouse can be found on my Pb. Do a Photobucket search for Selene and the mark will be on there somewhere. It will be clear by the name of the image that it is what you are looking for. Oh my! These A/N's etc are 203 words long!