I'm re posting the first few chapters they've been re-touched so to speak - just fixing up a few things adding a few details here and there, one extra scene ... nothing major...I'm just a perfectionist and I tend to go over my storied over and over again and rewrite them to make them better...

Any way - don't own anything, don't bother sueing, it won't do you any good anyway cause I'm totally broke!

Prologue:

Sebastian Kane stepped out of his limousine into the dark street and inhaled the cold air of the night, savoring it's taste. Buttoning his jacket he surveyed the crowd, noticing the glances he received from both women and men and enjoying them. He was a remarkable man, in his mid 30, tall and well built with short and spiked dark hair and piercing blue eyes. His demeanor was that of an aristocrat - that of a king. And he was a king of sorts - a Vampire, sired into the clan of Ventrue and now a leader of his clan and the Prince of the city.

The door was held open by his younger bodyguard, Cross DeLena, a Primegon himself, of the clan Gangrel. With his dark blond hair, green eyes and casual clothes he was the perfect opposite of Sebastian's businesslike appearance. He seemed out of place at the businessmen's side at first glance but a more careful glance at the two would clearly show that the two men moved in perfect sync and with absolute comfort with each-other, as if they were performing a drill they have practiced a thousand times. Sebastian's other bodyguard - another young Gangrel by the name Of Max - stood a few feet away.

Together the Three men walked over and entered the club. The "Haven" was a trendy nigh club strategically located in the middle of SoHo, that hosted both mortals and kindred. While for the mortals it was merely another club, for kindred it was truly it's namesake - A haven - a place where they could gather and meet with their kind freely. A place where they could conduct their business and sometimes, even their wars were better taken cared of in there. For the rules of the Masquerade were very clear - there was no blood shed allowed inside the Haven.

Sebastian walked into the semi-dark club, past the small tables and the bar stools and straight to his booth at the corner of the club, from above he could feel someone watching him and smiled slightly to himself.

Cassandra's gaze followed Sebastian's movements until he sat down, knowing full well that his vampire senses already told him that she was watching, but also knowing that he would never glance up to meet her eyes.

She checked herself in the mirror, pulling a strand of her red hair back into place and smoothing her red silk dress. She stepped out the door and smiled at Gabriel – as always, he was there waiting for her, staying in the shadows. As the Nusferatu primogen his grotesque appearance didn't allow him the luxury to show himself openly in the club - but he was there every night, staying in the shadows and keeping an eye on things. She walked down slowly, making sure every men's eyes were on her as she came into the room - every man but the man she was sharing her bed with. She circled the room for a few moments, schmoozing the customers, making sure everyone was enjoying their evening, then made her was over to Sebastian's booth and took her place by his side.

This was her place in the kindred world. She was a Toreador a primogen of her clan and the owner of the Haven. Her role was that of the perfect companion, the seductress, the lover - she could not rule Sebastian, and she would never dare to even try. When she met Sebastian years ago she had made the mistake of forgetting the first rule of the women in her position - Never fall in love. Once upon a time, she knew, Sebastian loved her too. But that was along time ago.

Cross surveyed the room before nodding back at Sebastian and leaving the table as he saw Cassandra approach - wanting to give them their privacy - but before he could go far he noticed Bobby O'riely stomping into the club with a few of his men and women.

The ancient old rivalry between the Gangrels and the Brujahs immediately kicked in ( as well as a large amount of Cross's personal hatred towards this particular kindred) and Cross's blood began to boil in his veins. The primogen of the Brujah made his way right to them and glanced at Cross in disdain before trying to brush past him and get to Sebastian. Cross moved and blocked his way earning a growl from the Brujah.

"It's alright Cross" Sebastian said behind him and Cross moved to allow Bobby access to his prince.

"You summon me down here like I was one of our lackeys Kane?" Bobby growled at him as soon as he sat down with out waiting for an invitation.

"You were told to cut your business at the docks, O'riley" Sebastian said calmly "You are drawing far too much attention to yourself with that operation"

"I make a lot of profit there, Sebastian" Bobby snarled, flashing his half crooked smile that revealed the animal charm that made him so alluring to women "I don't see a reason for me to give it up"

"Because I said so O'riley" Sebastian's face did not change their pleasant expression but his tone left no room for mistake "I will not allow you to endanger the Masquerade. You have a week to finish your business Bobby, or I will do it myself"

Bobby glared at him with pure rage in his eyes, but he had no choice. Sebastian was the prince of the city and his decision was binding, unless you wanted to risk your final death. Slowly he got to his feet and left the table, making sure to slam into Cross on his way, he moved to the other side of the club and joined his men.

Cassandra lingered by Sebastian's side a bit longer then kissed him on the cheek and started circling around the club, she made sure Bobby's table would receive some complementary drinks, when she glanced up she could make out Gabriel's figure in the shadows on the balcony above.

On the dimly lit stage, a young blond singer began to sing softly into the microphone.

"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wrench like me, I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace that fear relieved, how precious did that grace appear, the hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils, and snares, I have already come, this grace has brought me safe thus far, and grace will lead me home

When we've been here ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun, we've no less days to sing God's praise, then when we first begun.

And when this heart and flesh shall fail, and mortal life shall cease, I shall possess within the vale, a life of joy and peace

Amazing Grace how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me, I once was lost but now I'm found, was blind but now I see"

In the back of he club a two figures sneaked outside as the song began to fade.

"Are you sure about this?" the young man asked his companion

"Yes, go back, take care of everything, I will need you soon enough" She said as they both got on their bikes

"Be careful, it's been a while, you might not know him as well as you think"

"Take care" was all she replied before the two of them started their engines and drove off in two different directions