Deacon walked down the street, it was night. The moon shone brightly in the sky, and he smiled up at it, tilting his head to it. The pounding in his body began again and he looked around, then down at himself, growling slightly. "What the fuck is that noise?" He snarled, standing completely still for a moment, trying to hone in on the sound. When he did so, he realized it was definitely coming from him, but he didn't know exactly what part of him it was coming from. He grimaced and continued to move down the street.

Devi was dreaming again. This time, she sat on a windowsill of an old, run down home, one that had become dilapidated over the years. She recognized this place for some reason, but she didn't know exactly from where.

Arms wrapped around her waist, but she wasn't frightened. She knew whoever was behind her. She felt warm breath blowing against her neck and she shuddered, turning her head to look back. A hand came to her cheek, pushing her face back forward, not allowing her to turn around. "My dearest…I'm so hungry…" His voice was breathy, almost inhuman.

"Then eat something…" She answered softly.

"Maybe I will…what do you suggest I eat?" He asked, sliding his hands along her sides.

"I don't know what you like…" She trailed off, closing her eyes for a moment as she felt his warm tongue against her neck.

"Yes you do…" He whispered. "You know exactly what I want, don't you?"

"No, I don't know…I really don't…" She murmured.

"Your blood, dearest…" He tightened his grip around her waist, burying razor sharp teeth into her neck. She groaned out, feeling his sharp canines pierce her skin, feeling the blood begin to pulse and pour out of the two holes. And he drank it. Drank it all down as his body convulsed and shuddered behind her. She finally let out a shriek of terror, and he yanked her off the windowsill, tossing her to the floor. Her hand immediately went to her neck, and she felt the blood trickling out.

"Why are you doing this? What are you?" She cried out, scrambling backwards until her back hit a wall, causing her to gasp.

"I need your blood, Devi, you're my only family left…I need your blood to make La Magra whole again."

She frowned. "La Magra? What the fuck is that?" She asked in an angry voice, staring at him.

"Nothing of importance to you…but tonight…when the sky is dark and Blade is out to hunt, you must come to me, do you understand?" He whispered.

Devi shook her head. "No…not if you're going to kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you Devi; I simply need your blood." He said softly and she laughed.

"How is taking my blood not going to kill me?"

"Shhh….quiet." When those words exited his mouth, she immediately became quiet. "You have to come to me, Devi. Tonight. I need to finish this, do you understand?"

She nodded slowly.

"And what are you going to do tonight?"

"Leave, when Blade is out hunting, and go to you…" She whispered softly, and she wasn't surprised when the words came out of her mouth. What the hell was happening to her? She was losing all conscious thought…he was invading her mind.

"Do you know where I will be?" He asked her.

"Here…" She didn't even know how she knew that answer, but somehow she did. "Right here."

"Yes, yes…lovely." He smiled at her. "Time to wake up now."

She sat up with a start right after those words were spoken, breathing heavily. She found herself entangled in the blankets on the bed and she quickly struggled, trying to get out of them. She screamed in frustration and jerked forward, falling off the bed to the floor. She finally freed herself and stood up, holding a hand on her head. She couldn't even remember the dream she had. What had happened in it to make her so shaky? What was wrong with her?

Deacon sat across a very cute girl, smiling at her. He looked at his new watch (Which he had stolen from another man off the street) and checked the time. 5:30. It was going to be dark soon, and soon, Devi would be wandering out of Blade's headquarters and into his arms. Then the ritual could begin.