All of the Princes hate meetings- especially Vancha. He despised them with a passion, and not just because of the complications that being illiterate. All he wanted was to sleep, fight vampires with ease and gusto, and watch The Real Housewives of New Jersey. He loved Snooki the most because he related to her; in fact, he wanted to meet her and had every intention of seducing her and making her his wife.

Paris said no.

"Vancha," Arrow said, "come on. Put them on." Vancha stubbornly shook his head, and Paris sighed.

"I don't wear pants, Arrow," he said, "and you know this." Arrow nodded sympathetically.

"I know bud, and I'm sorry- I truly am." Vancha set his jaw and crossed his arms.

"Why are you so stubborn?" Mika asked. "It's just pants." Vancha scoffed.

"It's just pants," he mocked as he eyed them cautiously. Paris sighed and looked out the window once more.

"Vancha Gaius March," he said lowly, "if you do not put those pants on so help me Gods you do not want to find out what will happen to you." As soon as Vancha heard his middle name he snatched the pants out of Arrow's hands and started to put them on.

"Good choice," he muttered. Mika and Arrow nodded quickly.

The walk to the meeting was horrific. Vancha kept messing with the pants, and several times Paris had to swat his hands away from an area.

"These pants are like a badly built castle," Vancha complained. Mika looked at him quizzically. "No ballroom." Arrow hid a laugh- badly- and Paris hit his arm.

"No need to be so crass about it, Vancha," he said whilst attempting to suppress his own grin.

The meeting started off like all of the rest of them- boring introductions, sad pledges to flags, and mental side shade conversations.

Vancha: I don't like the US President.

Arrow: No one does.

Vancha: Can I fight him? I just want to give him the old 'good boy'

Arrow: Paris already said no.

Vancha: Fine.

"I want Arrow," Cassiopeia whined. Elizabeth sighed and tried to hand her the Boston Cream Donut that she had refused three times in a row.

"Tell me about this Arrow," her sister ribbed. Elizabeth sighed and shook her head.

"He's the guy who I told you about," she said, "the one who stood up to Harriet and started his own therapy group. I'm attending the next session." Her sister laughed and threw a piece of apple at her.

"Alright then," she said in a sing song voice, "if you want to say so." Elizabeth hurled a pillow at her sister, who ducked it.

"Dad! Elizabeth threw a pillow at me!" Her father grinned and looked up from the Ratatouille.

"Elizabeth, don't throw pillows at her-"

"-but they have the word throw in the name-" Elizabeth protested.

"-and Charity, don't tattle. No one likes a tattletale." Charity protested until her sister threatened to throw another pillow again.

"Elizabeth," her father said, "could you slice some squash for me? My arthritis is flaring and I-"

"-you shouldn't be cooking," she said, "Charity, come stir the tomato stuff." Charity hopped up and went over to take her father's place.

"I'm fine," he protested. Elizabeth waved her hand.

"Go spend time with your granddaughter," Charity said, "she loves you."

"Arrow!" Cassiopeia screamed from the living room. Her grandfather chuckled.

"Sounds like she wants the therapy man," he said with a grin. Elizabeth chuckled, but on the inside she was uneasy.

Who was he? And why did he seem so familiar?

She got that feeling a few times around- rather eccentric people- and she could never understand it.

Especially around that Arrow man. Why was it that she felt like she belonged with him? Like she had a past with him?

Ever since she was little she had these- these dreams- and no one believed her. They involved a lot- vampires, sunsets, and strange herbal teas that took away her rheumatic pains- but there was one that developed when she was twenty five.

A knife flew at her throat, and every time that it should have hit her square in the throat she would wake up. Her throat would be sore for the next three days, and then the dream would repeat.

All she wanted was to find the root of these dreams, and in order to find the root of them she had to find the Arrow man.