B.P.R.D. Sector 3 on the 2nd Floor. Outside the Main room in said Sector.

Time - 19:56

"Vahn," Liz called from her pinned position against the wall in the hallway, a sword at her throat, "Vahn, damn it wake up! You're sleepwalking again!"

Getting tired of having metal biting into her neck she felt her hand grow hot and she reached up quickly and smacked the dark haired woman across the face.

Snapping out of her dream state about her past, Vahn woke up, wincing at the burn on her cheek before it instantly healed. She turned her head and looked at the person she had pinned against the wall and immediately, she pulled her sword away from Liz's throat and stepped back, controlling her vampiric thirst with ease as she saw a think drop of blood pool in the cut.

"Sorry Liz." Vahn said, mentally making sure that her glamour that made her look like a regular human was still in place. None of the B.P.R.D. had seen her elven features yet, except for Abe since it is rather hard to keep anything from him, and she wanted to keep it that way. It was better to look like a vampire then to have the whole department come down on her for being old, elven royalty

"It's alright," Liz said, rubbing the raw, shallow scratch on her throat, "It will heal by tomorrow."

Vahn studied her best friend for a moment before she asked, "Did you need to talk about something?"

Liz shook her head, "It's all right. I just wanted to have some girl time. You know, ice cream, guy talk. I even got the blood flavored kind."

Vahn smiled softly, "What did he do this time?"

Liz sighed and rubbed her hands on the back of her neck, "Just the usual. Our room is so small. Two people can't live in there comfortably. He just doesn't understand."

"Ah. Well, in my experience with men like HB. He just wants to be close to you. He probably doesn't understand how cramped that tiny room can be. After all you are living in there like you would an apartment." Vahn said intelligently, shrugging.

Liz laughed, her expression shocked, "You? Experience with men? You've had a serious relationship?"

Vahn smiled slightly, "Once."

Liz noticed the tone in the vampire's voice and kept her curiosity quiet. She knew it wasn't a comfortable subject, they had gone down this road before.

"I should probably get back to Red." Liz said, after a moment of awkward silence.

"Don't tell HB okay?" Vahn said, silently agreeing with a slightly desperate look on her face.

"Don't worry about it. I will say my necklace rubbed against my throat wrong in my sleep." Liz said. "Now go back to sleep, you haven't slept a lot lately. And try not to dream this time."

Vahn nodded and went back into her room, falling on her bed and curling up, falling asleep almost instantly.

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Time - 20:34

Meanwhile, in an auction house on Manhattan, New York the doors to a windowed balcony flew open to the item holding room. The manager of the rare and expensive items walked over to the balcony and looked outside before shutting the doors and looked around. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw something appear beside him as a man jumped down from the rafters in the ceiling.

Moving quickly and silently before the human could alert anyone to his appearance, the newcomer swung his blade and cut the human's head off. He walked through the room and looked around, not finding what he wanted he frowned and looked up just as the electricity to the building went out.

The man was tall, close to six feet, and had long slightly wavy platinum blonde hair. His skin was white except for around his eyes and on his lips. His lips were shaded slightly darker to a light grey while his eyes had a thick, elegant black lines around his eyelids. His eyes were a yellowy orange, giving him a frightening look to him. Soon though the odd colored iris's were covered as the natural glare that the man had with his eyes came back. He readjusted his hold on the large black rectangular box that he held in the arm that wasn't attached to his weapon.

Silently he walked over and opened the doors to the next room, glad that none of the humans had noticed him. He heard the human up front speak about the next piece that was up for auction. He was describing the piece of the Royal Crown of Bethmora as if it were of no importance. Saying that the culture in which it came from was long lost.

"Lost?" The mysterious man called form the doorway before he casually walked into the room, "Not at all. Forgotten by you perhaps, but very, very much alive."

As he set down the large box on the floor and let the seal open, the human that had describing the crown piece began to ask him who he was, demanding an answer.

"I am Prince Nuada," The male elf said, looking the other man in the eye, "Silverlance, son of King Balor. And I am here, sir, to reclaim what is rightfully mine."

"Security! Call security!" The male human yelled, thinking that the man before him was insane and somehow had gotten loose from an asylum.

All his hopes, however came crashing to the floor when his security was thrown through the door by an odd looking troll with tusks on its chin and a mechanical hand. All the humans backed away from the terrifying sight as the odd creatures hand crawled back to him before he reattached it by a chain. The troll stomped into the room and set another of the rectangular boxes on the ground, letting the seal turn open. Then he let out a loud roar, causing many of the humans to scream from fright and climb out of their chairs and away from the scene.

The human turned back to the male elf and said, "What do you think you are doing? This is outrageous. Take what you want. Please leave."

The human had no more time to beg though, as the elf pulled what looked to be a small octopus or alien out of its pocket. The small creature was thrown at his face, where it attached as it sucked out his life energy from his mouth and nose.

As the old human fell to the ground the other humans frantically tried to find other ways out that the doorway in which they had entered the room from.

"Sit down!" Prince Nuada cried in disgusted as some of the humans were harmed by the others in the attempt to flee, "You proud, empty, hollow things that you are. Let this remind you why you were once afraid of the dark."

Nuada reached down signaling for the troll to do the same, and lifted the door up by its handle on the large box. Inside of the box, little creatures were crawling around each other until one stopped and seemed to sniff the air. It turned and somehow signaled the rest of the little creatures before flying out of the box at the crowd of humans.