A HOTEL IN BALTIMORE, JAN. 6th 11 A.M.

That Morning Jon explained to Felicia what'd happened to him but a few days ago, "And now he's here?" Felicia asked.

"Yeah, he was with someone else too…a lady that I swear looked almost familiar to me—wait a minute, he was with Morrigan." Jon came to the sudden realization.

"You think she's tied into this somehow?" Felicia asked.

"I'd almost believe she's with them on this, for what ever reason…it's almost like whoever's behind this trying to amass an army." Jon pointed out.

"An army for what?" Felicia asked.

"I dunno…and where's Donavan? He was sleeping on the floor with me last night here." Jon asked.

"I think he went out for a breath of fresh air, Anita went with him." Felicia told him.

"Really…then where's his sword, if he was going out for a breath of fresh air don't you think he'd have left it here?" Jon asked, "That is…unless he's going to hunt Michael down."

"Let him go, I mean the trail has probably gone cold by now." Felicia told him.

"I hope so." Jon mumbled.

JFK AIRPORT, 11:15 A.M

Michael and Othello along with Morrie in a jug were ready to meet up with Chang in Frisco, they had all the nececities for their three to four week stay there. Hotel reservations had been made. They knew where to be, dock 7 at the pier.

A HIGHWAY GOING FROM BALTIMORE TO NEW JERSEY, 11:25 A.M

Donavan hated leaving Jon and Felicia on such short notice, but he thought it be best not to endanger them. Donavan carried Anita since he was more adapt to the cold then she was. "I sense it, we're on the right track…whoever's behind this all is further north of this."

Suddenly a police car pulled up beside them, "Hey where are you two going?" The officer asked.

"A city called New York." Donavan answered.

"Well you'll catch your death of pneumonia before you get up there….this may be against protocol but how about I give you two a ride up there, it'd be a quicker journey."

NIGHTSHADE MANOR, 11:45 A.M

Morrigan decided it was time to go exploring around Nightshade Manor a bit more…after all knowing Dominic's origins may've been but the tip of the ice-berg, what was he really hiding…and why would he need to. She slipped into his bedroom and looked around, for a man with such a broken past he didn't live like he had suffered loss, then she saw something. A glass of water on his side table, at the bottom she saw a pair of contact lenses.

"What are you doing in here?" Dominic asked behind her.

She turned around to see he was wearing sunglasses, she wondered what color his eyes really were.

Dominic could sense what Morrigan wanted to ask, so he took off his sunglasses and showed her his true eyes. They were sort of an amber/yellow color. "When I used my powers as a kid my eyes would switch from grey to this color, a lot of people got scared when that happened so I had to wear sunglasses…but when I embraced my powers after I'd lost my wife and child my eyes wouldn't change back, so I have to wear those to keep the public eye blind of what I really am."

"And what are you?" Morrigan asked.

"The prince of the damned." Dominic told her, heading towards the balcony he then saw a group of reporters heading for his front door, "And now if you excuse me…I have an interview."

THE HOTEL IN BALTIMORE, 12:00 N

Felicia decided to watch some T.V before heading out to lunch, about a few minutes into the program she saw the news come on, "This just in multi-millionaire Dominic Nightshade has proposed to day an idea that may change the fate of humanity…we go to Kathy for the story, Kathy?"

Soon the scene changed to a female reporter among others standing outside a mansion in New York. At the podium was who else but Dominic. "Thanks John…I'm here at Nightshade Manor where Mr. Nightshade is about to announce his big idea."

The camera then adjusted on Dominic, who cleared his throat and said. "My fellow Americans…as well as peoples of the world, I come to you today. Not as a rich citizen of NY City…but as a voice of reason, for the last few years we have fought against the Darkstalkers in a war that seems to be getting us nowhere fast, America has gone as far as to hire hit-men and women to take care of the cause. But I see a different approach today, for I've come to realize that not all these creatures are mind-less killing machines…some are very intelligent and with this knowledge I have come to the idea of signing a peace treaty with them and the members of the UN. At this moment I'll take any questions…yes you, the man over there." Dominic said pointing the man out.

"Uh yes…Marcus Cabrera for channel 17 News, Mr. Nightshade…aren't you afraid that this perpousal of a peace treaty may not melt over well with Americans and/or the peoples of the world?"

Dominic smiled and said, "Mark…let me answer that like this, let's imagine ourselves in their position, they don't work…they don't have a place to live, heck…we've been trying to wipe them off the face of the Earth. So you can imagine how painful it must be for them to live as they do now. But my idea of a peace treaty may give them a home. Maybe even jobs and possibly a life while I'm at it…any other question? Yes the lady down in front."

"Angelina Stevens New York Tribune, Mr. Nightshade…if you're proposing this treaty, then where is it being made so it can be signed?"

"Ahhh…good question, it is being made and proof-read by some friends of mine in Philadelphia, it'll be ready in 2-3 weeks time. Now if you excuse me I must have my belated luncheon…good day." Dominic then stepped down from the podium and went back inside his mansion.

Felicia watched as Dominic looked back for a second, there was that sudden feeling that made her not want to trust him…but what he had said sounded like what she'd been striving to accomplish only a lot sooner. But with that another question arose…why?