Wow, a whole week and no reviews. That's why this chapter is so short. Sadness.

Chapter Two-Meet Kraven

Kraven watched the flashing red lights through hooded black eyes. Through his hyper- vampyric senses the rapid bass line seemed to thump at the hypnotic rate of a heartbeat. The tinted strobe lights beat at the same pace, casting distorted images and twisted shadows onto the darkened walls. The boy was here. Talan. And that damnable girl must be with him, she always was. He cursed silently. Never had the collected vampyre population of the world had such reason to fear extinction as they did now. Not that their numbers were dwindling. By all means no. If anything they were flourishing. But that didn't change the fact that almost every night there was at least one if not two attacks on important strongholds. The two hunting teenagers were relentless. That was why he was here tonight. He had heard that they would be in London. Other, younger vampyres took this as terrifying news, they huddled together in large groups, hoping for safety in numbers, doing nothing but stupidly presenting an even larger, more vulnerable target for Talan and Andromeda. But not Kraven. He lurked quietly in the corner of a popular feeding club, waiting for their appearance. He'd had no doubts that they would be drawn here. And so they had been.

Relatively new, but already a favorite, the House Of Blood proved a tempting target, even for the most clueless of hunters. Confident in his ability to defend himself or, if worse came to worst his ability to flee unnoticed, he had been anticipating their arrival. He wanted to see them for himself, these two teenagers.

Modern vampyres called for modern slayers, and Talan and Andromeda had warmed exceedingly to the task. Armed with both the old weapons as well as revolutionary guns and what they were calling "essence" ammunition, the duo was virtually unstoppable. He remembered the days just after the turn of the 20th century, when the old slayers were unable to adapt to the new technology that vampyres were using to their benefit. The legions of the undead had been rebuilding and growing stronger. An immortal had been able to feed freely and make fosterlings without fear of those draining few hours afterward. For lack of a better description "life was good."

But now, like the vampyres, the hunters were becoming more advanced. And these two, mere babes by vampyre standards, were striking fear into even the most secure and eldest of vampyres. All except for himself. He was unafraid for one simple reason. Talan. But that was a story for a different time. Better relived when there weren't so many of the undead around that were adept at mind-linking and reading. If the others were to find out that he had a connection of a sort with one of the brats, he could say goodbye to the security that he had earned through respect. Ah yes, that was one thing he did not believe Talan and Andromeda were aware of; his coven.

Though small and forged in severe secrecy it was comprised only of those Kraven himself found above satisfactory. He was building himself an army, or more appropriately, an armed guard. Yes, his children loved him, would die for him, and foolishly believed every lie that he told them. Thus his second safety. Though he had some small power over Talan owing to their "bond", he had greater power in the small assembly that followed him even now. It was the girl that he really wanted to get to, and what better way than through her Animungo? But for now he would watch and wait. His time would come, he just needed to be ready when it did. So he sat back once more, allowing the pulsing music to sweep him away and awaited the arrival of his target...and her partner.