Hey guys, Sorry it's been soo long since my last post, and sorry this chappie is so short, it's been a busy summer! Thank you for the reviews!Adako

The Anti-Luke wolf leaped over Luke and grabbed Adako around the neck in a stranglehold, threatening to twist her neck if anything went awry.

"It's just you and me, bro, " Luke countered. "Let's fight it out like men, shall we? Like the decent wolves we are? We need not involve the bystanders."

He turned human. "Bystanders, like hell." Luke circled the pair, ever watching for an opportunity to pounce, the tension so thick it vibrated his nerves.

Ominous growling sounds came from deep within the big wolf's chest, and his canines emerged, licking his lips at the close vicinity of fresh... food? Pleasure? Company?

"Dude, d-deal. We gotta make some kinda deal. What do you want?" Luke seemed desperate.

His eyes glowed. "For you to go away." Reaching behind him he retreived a gun with a silencer and without hesitation, pulled the trigger. Luke flew back and hit the floor face first, moaned and then lay still. Adako screamed, reaching out to him.

"Shut up!" The wolf demanded, jerking her back with her other hand and shoving her. She fell backwards and hit her head on the corner of a pallet, and blacked out. When she woke, she had the strangest feeling. She was weak, and shaky. Her mouth felt dry. Her eyes watered. And it was hard to breathe. Struggling to sit up, the weight lifted off her chest and there was a stinging sensation at her neck, then it felt wet and cool. She reached up and when her hand came away, it was scarlet. She felt along her neck until she found a tear, then one a little smaller on the other side. Two bigger punctures on either side then jagged edges inbetween. She tried to focus her blurry vision and saw a figure kneeling in front of her, then watched the person come closer. There was a wet pressure on her lips and she tasted copper, a salty flavor that made her want to gag.

Soft footfalls approached and from the corner of her eye she could make out someone's shoes, very light brown. They were small, and suddenly they were gone. She heard a fluttering sound and thud on the ground next to her, the figure that was in front of her gone. Then a smaller one appeared, and the tip of a finger lifted her chin. Her vision cleared and she felt strong again, and she could see she was staring into the eyes of something far from human. She backed away, not quite afraid but not accepting either.

Adako grimaced. It was a child, but then it didn't look like a child. His hair was shaggy, and it was a interesting shade of brown. His ears were slightly tipped and slanted back a bit. His eyes glowed like they were stars pulled from a clear night sky and entombed in the face of an innocent. His jawbone slanted down more then anything, he had broad shoulders for what he appeared in age, and his arms ended in hands with razor sharp talons and a rougher palm then most. He was a bit bow-legged and he didn't stand quite straight, and his heels came up off the ground ever so slightly. He wore a white jacket with the sleeves cut out and a charcoal gray pair of tailor made pants that disappeared into soft leather boots with no soles, indian style. But the thing that got to her most was the pair of wings coming from behind him, spanning his heighth at least. As if he noticed she was staring at them, he folded them in and tucked them beneath his jacket, the very tops sticking out of the collar.

She then saw the body of the shapeshifter laying on the ground with no apparent wounds. "What's y-" Adako started, but was cut off by her childhood handicap of choking on her words when she was nervous. "What's your name?" She tried again.

"They call me Seven," He answered. "Was that your friend in the other room?"

She jumped up. "Where is he? Is he ok? Is he alive?"

"You forget that he has mind power. " He smiled. "He is fine. He diverted the bullet and I showed him a safe place he could hide at until I rescued you and got us out of here."

"How old are you?" Adako asked, puzzled.

Seven smiled. "I am fifteen."

"What are you?"

"That is a question I don't even know the answer to. I am, theoretically, a real vampire, never having been human. I was born a vampire."

"You're what everyone is looking for!" A light bulb lit in her head and she struggled to let it all sink in. "But if.. but they.. why did they ambush us like that?" Her eyes searched his.

"They want the vampire world to beleive that I am still missing, because they want the clear advantage of daylight without the vampires. If the wrong vampires get ahold of me, the world will be seething with evil daywalkers."

Adako blinked. "Whoa."

"But I am sick and tired of all these nasty werewolves. They treat me ok, but sometimes they stink, and they eat raw meat. Yuck," he gagged, sticking his tongue out. "Plus, some of them are ruthless and love the hunt of the innocent. Like him," He gestured toward the prostrate were. "Anyway, let's go. The other weres are sleeping or hunting, and he was supposed to be my guardian for the day." He smirked through his sandy bangs, meeting her eyes. He held out his hand and she took it, temporarily taken back by the odd feel of it. He noticed her hesitancy and grinned again. "Oh yeah, I forgot. I always forget. Sorry,"

Adako shook her head with a smile. "No, It's ok. I kinda like it, actually." She gripped his palm and they moved stealthily through the building, alert for any wayward weres.

Seven stumbled for about the third time and Adako whispered, "Are you alright?" He stopped and looked to her.

"Do you mind?" She could see his wings pushing at the tight fabric of his jacket.

"Jeez, Seven, don't mind me. Do whatever you need to do."

"Ah, thank you, " he breathed, unfolding his wings and tilting his head back at the freedom. He stretched them out then semi-folded them outside his shirt. "They help me balance better." He nodded, finalizing what he had just said. She returned it.