(Thank you for all reviews so far. There should be more chapters soon, I have a general idea of how this is going to progress but not exactly sure now what emotions I wish to depict about this character. I'm still working out her personality.)

She slowly settled into the couch of one of the many smaller rooms of the mansion. Flipping through the channels of the television with anything but interest. Prime time sucked.

After her snack earlier tonight, she came home and was faced with just how boring life here can be. In 300 years of her existence as a vampire, she found courtly life to be completely unchanging. The decadence becomes old rather quickly.

She was glad for the recent new faces though, fledglings can be so welcome at times. Apparently the Master had finally agreed that it was simply too stale here. She loved that look of dumb curiosity on their faces, the sense of wonderment at their new state of existence, in only a good 50 years that would change however. They too would slowly decay into the same pitiful routine, the same boring lifestyle. Once they got over the overindulgence of youth that is. She was lucky...TV quickly took over about the time she realized the repetitiveness, filling the void that would otherwise leave her with nagging questions about her existence. In some ways, she was still so human.

"Still doing nothing with your life, I see."...Now there was a voice from the past.

"Jonathan," she made herself seem delighted to see him. "How lovely to see you back here. It's been what...4 years now?" 4 years hardly being enough.

He saw right through her meaningless pleasantries. He slowly crept over to her. The features of his face drawn even deeper by the darkness. His long black hair was hanging in front of his face, framing his deep set golden eyes as they leered over her. "A meeting is being held with the others in a few nights. Same old, same old. I just thought I would stop by and say hello to old...friends." His smile did anything to settle her suspicions.

"Really...well why don't you go and see to your friends. I'm currently busy."

His sharply drawn eyebrow shot up, glancing at the television. "I can see that. Staying active as always, right Leandra?"

He was a funny one wasn't he? Always telling jokes that one. She bristled at the thought of his first practical joke on her. She never found it funny, she was only a fledgling back then and water could have been deadly to her. Not that it would have mattered to him, his father could always bring him another sister. Only one as depraved as the Master would find it so amusing. But she caught on to the cruel ways of the Elders long ago and learned very early not to trust people.

"Jonathan! Good to see you again." Her Master. He and Jonathan were always so close. Firstborns and their sires have a tendency to be that way. "Why aren't you in the reception room with the others?"

"Oh just catching up with my lovely sister here." He smirked.

"No need to ruffle feathers again my boy," he said sternly. He and his son could have looked to be human kin, with matching eyes and the same haughtiness about them,although the Master kept his hair cut short recently. "Come. We have much to discuss."

The master always did try to keep the two of them separate. Last time Jonathan 'ruffled feathers' he got his nose broken...and almost had her kicked out of the house.

She reached for the remote in disgust, the latest Hollywood scandal to hit the airwaves doing nothing to ease her boredom. She paused however when she heard the anchor woman switch to the new story "Two people were found dead last night with puncture wounds in the neck. Police say the killer was caught on video tape but have not released the footage to the media. They also have yet to release a description of the suspect." She was quite stunned at the report, wondering who would be punished this time for getting noticed. She smiled as she mentally listed those she wished it to be. No bother. The others in the police department would clean this mess up quickly. "Police are urging any who notice someone suspicious to contact them immediately." She turned the television off quickly, not bothering to hear the rest. She had her own experience with those annoying cameras once. Her cheek still stung from the humiliating slap her master had given her in front of her siblings. What came later had been far worse.

She forgot the embarrassing memory momentarily as she sauntered up to her room, deciding to retire early. She thought of joining the others in the their feast but knew better. Choosing instead the welcome of seclusion. She let the soft, silky linens surround her, ignoring the sounds of laughter and celebration echoing through the hallways, as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

She woke with a start as she heard the sudden burst of frustration.

"I'm telling you this is serious. We need to find out who did it beforehe creates more unknowns."

Malcolm's voice. Another elder sibling. Not as loved by their sire as Jonathan, but certainly cared for more by her.

"We don't even know where he is from. How are we supposed to look for the one responsible when we don't know where to look?" Jonathan this time. She decided to shrug off her body's desire for the warm sheets and slowly crept out into the hallway. She kept her back to the wall as she glanced around the corner into the room below the banister.

"We need to work this out soon," The Master. "If we can't figure out how to handle an outsider in our own city then how will it look to the other leaders?" The Master was always in great competition with the other cities. "Have our own inside the police department found anything new on this, Malcolm?"

"No sire. They say he left no trace besides the video. We still aren't sure why he didn't notice the camera. It was quite out in the open."

"He's taunting us. He might be from an old rival clan. Maybe one of your former enemies sire." Jonathan was always the paranoid one. Maybe that's why he lasted this long around so many who disliked him.

The Master sighed. The apparent stress of having the other Elders looking through his affairs was certainly not a pleasant experience. "If we find him, I want him brought to me. I want this to be over and done with as soon as possible. We'll meet here again before dawn. You will update me on anything new."

"Yes sire." They both bowed as they watched him leave.

She tired of the meaningless panic. She had heard this before, outsiders not being all that rare anymore. She couldn't understand why they were so worried about this one though. She turned to retreat to her room and almost woke the entire house with her near scream when she saw her brother in front of her. She hated when he did that.

"You shouldn't be eavesdropping sister. Ifour sirewanted you in on the conversation, he would have had you there."

"Oh Malcolm. Always loyal Malcolm. Don't you ever do anything that could get you in trouble?"

He smiled. "More then I care to when it comes to you!"

She chuckled as she embraced him. "I'm sorry I didn't come down last night with the others. I just got so tired."

"Of Jonathan?"

She sighed. "Yes."

Pulling her away slightly he cupped her head in his claws. "Don't worry about him. You know as well as I do that he's harmless. Most of the time."

Yes most of the time.

"Sister I have something I need of you. Something very important."

"Me? What on earth could you possibly need of me?"

He hesitated, knowing that what he said next would be met with resistence. "I need you to promise me not to go near the hills for a while. Stay near downtown. Just for a while, alright?"

"Is this about that 'outsider' our sire seems so worried about? What great sin was this one committed that merits me even giving a damn?"

"Just promise me you won't go near the hills. Just until we catch this one. Please?"

She could hardly say no to him. Never to her great protector. Like she needed him to protect her. She knew he was right though, she just didn't like being treated like a fledgling.

"Alright." She stated flatly. "No hills."

He seemed relieved enough. "Thank you..."

"For a few days. That's it. And if you can't catch him by then, well that's your own problem."

He wouldn't protest, fearing that he may push his luck if he didn't take what he was offered.

"Now if you don't mind," she said, pushing past him with a slight grin on her face. "It's evening and I feel like breakfast."