The council was nothing but old vampyres, all around the same age as Loki. But none of them compared to the master vampyre who sat in the middle of the council in his medevil type throne, complete with horns sticking out from the top of the back support, with a black cloak over him, covering everything but one eye. He was ancient, the oldest of us that was still alive. He was far more older then Loki and he was thought of as the father of all those who are damned. That was why he was called Odin. In Norse mythology Odin is the god of gods and that was what this ancient saw himself as.

The god of vampyres.

I took my seat next to Loki behind the long table where all the other old ones who werent part of the council sat with their most trusted offspring. Loki didnt trust me worth a damn though, I was up here with him because he didnt trust me. All the other younger and less trusted children had to stand in the back of the room and they didnt get a courtesy cup of fresh blood.

Taking my eye off the rather tempting gold cup where the red liquid sat, tempting me, I looked around at my surroundings. The walls were made of stone, though on the outside this looked like an old mansion, but then again we were in the dungeon so the rest of the decor wasnt terribly surprising. Red banisters hung from the ceiling and in places where the walls werent covered by the cloth I could see blood and shackles. The room itself stunk of death, which, wasnt all that mysterious, as this was where Odin stayed. He fed here, and, when he wanted to, he died here. From somewhere else in this hellish house I could hear somone sobbing -

"Heimdall." I started with surprise.

"Yes?" I replied, turning my head to face Loki. He was giving me an amused look, telling me that he had geussed my train of thought. Damn. He always had been good at reading me but I had forgotten in the time that I had slept.

"Try not to look so tense. Master Odin might think theres something wrong with you." With that, he turned away, taking a sip of the blood he'd been given. Our self apointed "god" was the only one who Loki referred to as master and I never could figure out why. There were a few other vampyres who were old enough that Loki should call them master, but no had ever said anything to him about it. It puzzled and annoyed me. I didnt understand why Loki was so special.

One of the council members stood at this time and everything went silent. "This meeting will now comensce." He announced in a soft baratone. His name was Natas, which, spelled backwards, was Satan. He had jet black hair and the most peircing midnight blue eyes. His waist long hair was pulled in a pony tail with just his bangs molding around his sharp, plae face. Everything he wore was black and eighteenth century style. He was remarkably handsome but, as his name would imply, he is terribly evil and sadistic. Much to my thankfullness, he and I had never gotten the chance to get close.

"The purpose of this meeting is to discuss the recent incident that suggests that elvs have been sighted in this emidiant vicinity." Natas continued, hands laced behind his back. He had been an English gentleman when he'd been human and it showed in every movement, in every word he spoke.

A small murmer rose only to be silenced by the raising of Natas's hand. I didnt understand why this was so strange to the others. Elvs are rare to be found but it wasnt this big of a deal. I saw Loki shift to look at me out of the corner of my eye and I turned to face him in responce. He was smirking that all knowing smirk of his and I could feel myself bristle in annoyance.

"You dont know that elvs have been extinct for a while now do you?" Loki said, his voice a low sound. My eyes widened and it was only then that I began to wonder just what exactly I had missed in my time asleep. Not knowing what compelled me to do so, I looked back up at the council, as if expecting them to tell me it was a joke. But they were all verey much serious.

"Oh, thats right," Natas said slowly, the gears in his head obviously turning. "You've been alseep for about five hundred years now, havent you?" He sighed, his broad shoulders risings and falling. "Well, apparently the elvs went extinct about a year before you went to sleep but we didnt find out until fifty years later since elvs were hard to find in the first place. We havent heard a peep about them for four millenia now, so it's rather surprising for something to come up now."

I was in such a state of surprise that I didnt even notice another council member stand until he spoke and I looked over at him. "Loki can tell you the rest later when there is more time but right now, our main priority is figuring out what we are going to do about the elvs that have showed up." The second council members name was Merrique, and he was verey flamboyant. His platnium blond hair was cut to his shoulders and the bangs were parted to the side so you could only slightly see his left eye which was a diffrent color from the visible one. The right one was a startling green and the other was sky blue. He was wearing all black leather and a black paper boy hat.

"And of course we all know, that the reason why these elf sightings are so significant," said Midnight, the most recent addition to the council as he stood. "is because elvs have the special power to heal others, increasing long jevity, strength, and in some cases giving their patcients special abiltys." He paused to brush a lock of black hair behind his studded ear. Then he looked in my general direction, his eyes seeming to focus on me. "They can even make it so a vampyre does not have to feed as often to maintain sanity."

"Which is why we need to capture these elvs before anyother race can." said Natas, hand on hip. "If, say, the Werewolf tribe were to get there hands on the elvs they would not only increase in number but they would also be more formidable if war ever came. The elven race is not safe in there hands or any one elses. We need to obtain them to make sure that no one becomes powerfull enough to overthrow us."

"Lets ask master Odin what to do." Loki spoke suddenly, surprising me. He had been so quite up until now i'd almost forgotten he was there. I watched as all eyes turned to the cloaked figure in the center of the room. Silence drug on for at least a minute and I began to suspect that we werent going to get a reply from the "god" when he spoke.

"We will split everyone up into two's. Each group of vampyres will be assigned a city to live in, where they will go undercover as humans and try to find anything they can about these elf reports."

The rumbling voice from the black depths of the cloak made me shiver. I had only ever heard Odin speak on a few occasions, and each time it had the same effect on me. Merrique turned from Odin and spoke with a smile on his face, though I had no idea where he had the courage to actually smile in this situation. "Well then, lets not waste time and start pairing people up, hmm? Lets see, how about everyone at the table who is with their offspring; you two will be paired together and-"

Everything Merrique said after that was a mystery to me because I was too busy worrying about the situation I had found myself in. I was suppost the live with Loki just to find some stupid elvs? What the hell? There was no way I could survive with him. The first time I annoy him, bam, that's it. My head goes rolling across the floor.

I happened to glance at Loki only to find him grinning at me. It wasnt an amused grin, or a playfull grin. No. It was a fullout psychotic grin. If I had any blood that was my own running through my veins I would have thought that it just ran cold.