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ClaimerI own Melody Niyama.

Note

For any of the chapters in this story that has a flash back to a culture that I don't know the language to, I will put the language in English.

Summary:

Siete has a secret and there's a new girl on the block. Only, how new is she to the vampire world? The rumors caused by her appearance lead to confusion, which is the perfect opportunity for the Vida family to bring down New Mayhem, once and for all.


Last Chapter

Back down the dark hallway, she found a closed door with an infinite amount of darkness behind it. Entering the room, she changed quickly into her pajamas and turned on a black light, which lit, up her room. Aria crawled into her feather comforter bed and lay on her side. She picked up the remote and turned on her CD player, falling asleep to the words of "Apologize" by Timbaland ft. One Republic.


Las Noches

Dim lighting created a relaxing ambience in the nightclub Las Noches. Bass rhythmically pulsing through the bodies within. Siete's fledgling instantly appeared in this frequent vampire hangout and began to scan the club. Fala was perched on the table in front of Jager, desperately trying to get him to pay attention to her instead of the newest vampire Rabe. Risika, the one who changed the former, was on the floor dancing with Aubrey, whom she knew exactly how to tease. However, he was simply trying to get back at Jessica, since she had been sitting at the bar all night, talking to a mortal no less, and flirting. From what Silver had heard, things hadn't been going so smoothly for the two, but Aubrey, for reasons unknown, was willing to fight for the girl. Upon feeling the stronger aura, Jager looked up and smiled at his older companion, motioning for him to join the group. Fala, greatly disapproving of the fact that she had to share Jager with yet ANOTHER vampire, disappeared, probably to her Victorian house in Florida which she shared with Moira, another of Jager's fledglings.

"Silver, what do we owe this pleasure tonight?" Jager sat back, regarding the man who changed him and his demeanor. The once-alive man looked as if he had been trying to decode the Da Vinci code. "My friend, you look like hell."

Pulling out a chair, the 22-year old looking vampire sat across from Jager and the newbie. "Heh. I wish." Gazing into his Disaronno on the rocks, he continued his train of thought. "Siete was the one who changed me. Since majority of his fledglings are female, we are closer than the others. So it's to be expected that I would instinctively know when he's withholding information." Shaking his head he took a sip of his drink, then continued on with his point. "When I told him the story of the girl that had saved me from a Tristé, my very first day as a vampire, he brushed it off with a nonchalant attitude. He told me it was a mere coincidence but I can't help shake the feeling that there is more to this than just seeing an aged ghost from my past, especially when his eyes betrayed him." Signally to a nearby waitress, Silver ordered three shots of vodka and gave her his empty glass of Disaronno. Leaning back and taking a look at the woman sitting next to his friend, Silver said, "My pardons young lady. It seems while I was rambling on about my complicated life I completely forgot my manners and didn't ask you who you were."

Rabe was flustered. She had never had the privilege of being engaged by such an experienced vampire, especially the man whose line she was a part of. "R-Rabe. My name is Rabe. I'm kind of new around here." The new fledgling shifted in her seat nervously, trying to figure out what she could say to such a well-known vampire. After all, he could just enter her mind without breaking a sweat and peruse through whatever memories her mind held. The black hair that was her own flowed beautifully as she turned her head every now and then. Plus her pale skin set the pair of black eyes and hair off from the rest of her body. Nodding her head toward the awkward pair on the floor, Rabe explained, "Risika is the one who changed me. She has always been kind towards me since we met. Though, she only brings me along with her here. I assume its to gain some allies in this world of the night you all seem to have here." Smiling she turned back to the group as they watched her, as if she was some kind of experiment that they were studying. Moving back a little she simply asked, "What?"

At that precise moment the door to the nightclub opened and a burgundy-haired, slender girl about 5'8" entered. Gold bangles that adorned her wrists and the gold necklace with a garnet stone embedded in its center brought a sense of class to the girl's outfit. Her black stiletto boots gave her the extra 2-inch, so her real height was probably more around 5'6". The burgundy eyes scanned the room full of the vampiric community, to which she claimed before were her enemies. Many of the bodies in the room tightened and slowed from dancing to just watching her. It's as if she was naked instead of her black, leather Capri pants and olive-green, backless shirt that contrasted her pale skin in which she was currently wearing. The more powerful vampires in the room acted as if in the next step she took, they would charge her, taking her life in an instant. However, in behind her came Gabriel. Now, the wariness and hostility of the room changed to that of hatred. In New Mayhem, trainers were not tolerated. Especially ones that frequented at and lived in Midnight

The man behind her leaned close to her, all the while keeping an eye on the clubs current occupants. "Ravyn, stay close." Moving forward, they made their way to the bar and took a seat, feeling the horde of glaring daggers aimed at their backs.

Once seated, the huntress ordered an Appletini and replied to the protective man she was currently sitting next to, "You forget sometimes that I was a huntress – scratch that. I AM a huntress. So I can watch my back and you can watch yours." Her trainer smirked and just took a sip of his beer. The bartender shuffled away from them after serving their drinks, knowing that an inevitable conflict was about to spark.

Back at the table, Silver watched the couple sitting at the bar. Jager, what do you think will happen? You know Aubrey despises trainers, as does Risika. Personally, I do not care for them but I doubt whether I would start a fight just because of my dislikes.

Turning his head to watch Ather's fledglings, he simply waited. I'll bet you 50 bucks that Aubrey starts a fight. It's his nature after all. Plus he has all that pent up energy from not getting any after Jessica and him got in their little tiff.

Shaking his head Silver made his reply into his gambling friend's mind. No, I don't think I'll take that bet. I'm not in the mood to stop a bloody brawl tonight. Plus, I don't want to take your money. Their eyes followed the strong form of the vampire as he approached the two. All eyes were watching Aubrey intently, the hairs bristling on the back their necks as they could feel the ambience of the room shift.

Black eyes stared at the back of the forms at the bar as they drank. "Get out." The voice was cold and heartless but nonetheless controlled. "Your kind are not wanted here, nor are they permitted. You have your area, so leave."

Turning around to face the man who spoke so vehemently towards them, the odd couple simply looked him up and down. The huntress flexed her hand in and out, waiting for the opportune moment to take the knife from her left boot. Ravyn, not here. We are simply waiting for Jaguar, Turquoise, and Eric to arrive. After that we will leave. I'm sure this will be no big deal if I simply let this vampire know our reason. Gabriel looked into the burgundy eyes, which were just itching for a fight. Ever since she lost to Turquoise and became one of Gabriel's, for lack of a better word, plaything, Ravyn had not had a decent fight, or at least one that she could use most of her skills she acquired in Crimson. He could tell as she stare at him with fire in her eyes that if that vampire made any movement toward her, she would retaliate without hesitation.

Looking at Aubrey, Gabriel began to speak. "Listen, we're just here on a vacation of sorts. We picked this place as a meeting point before we go explore New York City. Let us wait for the other three and when they get here, we'll leave immediately." He even put his hands up in the air to show he was defenseless. Aubrey just scoffed at this unmanly display of dealing with confrontation.

"I don't care if you're waiting for Siete himself. I want you out now. You can go wait in the city for all I fucking care. Just get the hell out." Aubrey's normally black eyes seemed to glow red with intensity. Any sign of clemency was erased from his strong features and all that remained was a hardened expression that no doubt came from years of dealing with pain and hurt. He took a step forward, provoking Ravyn into going for her only weapon. With the blade in her right hand she jumped into action. Immediately Jager was between the two, holding Ravyn's wrist that held the blade and Aubrey's shoulder with his thumb placed in the precise place to snap his collarbone.

"Enough of this foolish immaturity." He pushed Aubrey back into Jessica, who had stood up as soon as Ravyn had, and looked at him gravely. "Aubrey, back off and let them stay. And you two." Jager turned toward the smirking girl with the backless shirt and her assumed trainer. "Come over with Rabe, Silver, and me so as not to cause anymore ruckus." Straightening up, Ravyn attempted to pull her hand back but Jager tightened his grip to give emphasis on his seriousness and then as he released her wrist, he stole her knife. Smiling he threw it at a distant dartboard and scored an exact bulls-eye without even looking. "So?" She glanced up at Gabriel who looked toward the table and simply nodded, knowing if they rejected his offer they would be asking to be kicked out. They both relaxed and followed the 26-year old looking man.

Rabe looked up from where she sat at the approaching couple. A worried expression fell upon the girl's face as she looked to the person who changed her. Risika's expression was dark and solemn, as if saying 'How dare you converse with those heathens.' Her gaze dropped and she looked up to Silver, who was casually took a shot of vodka. Without even gazing to her, he spoke in her mind. Do not worry. As long as you are with Jager and me, Risika will not hate you. She may be angry for a little bit but believe me it will blow over quick. Startled by the sudden voice she sat wide-eyed for a long time, just watching as the people in front of her carry on a semi-normal conversation. If any of the humans in the room had been watching they would think, unless they knew they were vampires, that the group she shared a table with were normal, human beings who just happened to come out for a drink and met up with each other.

A distant clock moved it's longest hand every sixty distinct clicks, signifying a new minute. Silver, while still listening to the ongoing conversation, observed as Aubrey sat at the bar with Jessica, venting and watching that ticking clock, waiting the moment that "the heathens" finally would depart. As if a god heard his silent prayers, the Las Noches door opened warily, those behind it probably expecting to see bodies on the ground. In walked a young boy around fifteen years old who, most anybody would agree, had no reason to be in such a place. His dirty blonde hair mixed almost flawlessly with his medium-tan skin and khaki jeans. However, the white, Quiksilver T-shirt he wore, hazel eyes, and checkered Vans were all contrasting. Following the boy came another human, except she was a woman. She had pale skin and chestnut brown hair with piercing turquoise eyes. Ravyn, who was sitting at the table with the others, sat gaping at the change in attire of her old hunting rival. Never had she worn clothes in such a manner that it made Ravyn look bad. Pursing her lips, she regarded this female by looking her up and down. A black, faux-fur hooded vest over a white, Calvin Klein, long-sleeved shirt supplemented her blue, denim jeans and brown, Ugg boots. On the streets, people would probably mistake her for someone in the fashion industry. Then in came Jaguar. He moved like liquid and with his freshly-cut, black hair and black eyes, his appeal only grew. The man wore a deep emerald, form-fitting T-shirt with light, khaki pants and white mixed with green Puma's.

Once again, Aubrey stood up but was quickly, yet gently pulled back down by Jessica. Pulling one of the black, round tables closer, Gabriel motioned for the new guests to come over. The odd looking group of three grabbed nearby chairs and sat down to make the sitting group grow from five to eight.

"Thought we might come into you all being held hostage," Joked Jaguar, leaning back into his chair. He ran his hand through his semi-spiked hair, smiling but sighing at the same time. Losing his toothy grin, he looked up and nodded in acknowledgment toward the other huntress, who was obviously still a little aggravated at her rival's stunning outfit. "But it is good to see that you both are in one piece. I assume though that it has something to do with the one of the two gentlemen your sitting with." A brief 'Ahem' from Rabe made Jaguar smile kindly and reply, "Or, the beautiful young lady who is with you guys." Laughing, he remarked how funny it would be if she were the ones who kept them safe, instead of Jager, who by then had silently raised his hand in a kind of "I did it" way.

The group ordered two rounds of beer for six people and two virgin marguerites for the youngest of the group. Eric of course didn't complain but Rabe was shocked, considering she was a vampire now. When the second round came, she even tried to sneak a beer but Risika came behind her and grabbed it from her and handed it back to its rightful owner. Laughing the group just gazed upon Rabe's defeated face. Nodding to the not-so-sneaky thief, Risika let her know it was time to go. Getting up, the newest fledgling in Silver's line left with the woman she trusted most. As the group chatted on, Silver's mind floated back into the memory of being saved by the mysterious girl.

332 BC, Egypt

The sun was only three-quarters of the way to the center of the sky, but it was already beating down heavily. A young man staggered down the ancient streets of Egypt, appearing to be an inch away from death, which incidentally was an inch too far considering the night he had previously.

That man… he had seemed so trustworthy. Silver had even relaxed when the man was standing a hair's width away from him. He continued to relax when the sharp pain of teeth sunk into and broke the gentle skin of his neck. It was strange how he felt the sudden urge to live but at the same time was lulling into the comfort of death. The stranger moved away and stood, looking down on him as his body lay there on the ground, flopped down like a rag doll.

Grinning, showing his pearly teeth, the stranger breathed, "If it would appease your lust to stay alive, I can grant you immortality." Looking up at the immortal, Silver simply equated him to the Greek God Hades, who was worshipped in his homeland of Macedonia. Losing the feeling from his fingers and toes to the joints of the hands and feet, he knew he was becoming numb. The man didn't want to die, though he felt he deserved it for leaving Alexander III's imperial army for a regular life, and on top of that it had only been five months since he had lived here. Knowing that if he delayed any longer, the probability of him passing on to the Afterlife would sky rocket, he swallowed hard and nodded in agreement to the pseudo god. Siete approached the slowly dying body and took an otherworldly knife from his back. The insignia on the blade read, 'For those who are misguided, look to the light.' Slicing a neat cut into the palm of his hand, the vampire leaned forward, placing the open palm to the man's mouth. He returned the knife to its rightful place and noticed no drinking. "Drink for this is what will grant you immortality."

His throat parched from his daily begging for food, drink and work; Silver gave into the sinful temptation. Bliss and serenity filled his entire body as he drank the blood, some coming out the side of his mouth. Eyes followed the trail as it fell to the ends of his strong jaw and slowly dripped to the ground. Silver was in such euphoria he didn't seem to notice his heart began to lag in its repetitive beats until finally it came to a stop. After, while the feeling was still giving the new fledgling lowered inhibitions, Siete took him to feed. If he had been completely lucid, there would be no way that the 22-year old would have fed upon another human, nearly killing the man. However, leaving him on the ground, unattended, as they did, he shortly died after. Sooner than naught, he would learn that this is the fate of such immortals as he until they learned to control their abilities.

Coming back to the reality, Silver continued to stagger down the street until a man in a cape caught him, lending a hand. Smiling, this new stranger offered him a chance to eat and regain strength, leading him through the marketplace to an empty alleyway. Standing a couple meters away the middle-aged man told Silver that he knew what he was and he would willingly give his blood to such a god-like creature. Silver took a drunken step back, at first very suspicious of the man in front of him. That was until a voice in his head ordered him to drink. The rest of his body was screaming for him to dive for the man as he moved his cape to bare the left side of his throat. Silver could practically hear the pulse of the human like it was being drummed inside his own head. Taking a couple of hesitant steps toward the gray-eyed man, the thirst grew exponentially. Finally, he succumbed to his urges and nearly lunged at the man. Unknowing that as he bore his fangs toward the complete stranger's life force he also bore them toward the very substance that could kill him quickly.

Then a voice whispered in his head for him to stop. It cautioned that his actions were dangerous if continued. Silver paused a moment, fighting the massive urge to feed, waiting to hear the voice again. It was different from his conscience that he had previously heard. Not hearing another word, he began to descend towards the throbbing neck. He hadn't even noticed that the man was watching him all the way, smirking when he began again. This time, a hand grasped the honey-streaked hair and yanked it away from the true predator then released, sending him reeling toward the nearest wall. His gaze was swimming and doubled as he tried to look at the person who he thought tried to attack him. When it came into focus, he was surprised to see a raven-haired girl with tan skin holding a blade, but not towards him. It was aimed towards the man who had offered him blood.

About to protest, Silver opened his mouth but was quickly silenced by the girl's hand. Glaring over her shoulder, she commanded, "Do not move. You're weak enough as is." Then she turned her attention back to the now furious man.

"Child, do you not know what he is?! If you do then how is it that you can protect him. They are not Earth's natural creatures and must be expelled from our beautiful planet. We must kill them in order to keep their numbers from growing. So that I do not bring any harm to you, I beg you please step aside." The Tristé's eyes were full of sincerity and truth about not wanting to hurt her. All the same, if he had to, he would, in order to kill the "abomination".

Smirking the girl straightened up, looking at the guy, then shook her head. "You actually believe I would let you harm this man? Yes, I do know what he is but there is nothing wrong with that. Plus, you were not born normal were you? With your special blood and all." Bringing her head from the tilt it was in she pursed her lips and continued. "Because you were born with this special blood, maybe we should kill all you and your kin. After all, you aren't one of Earth's natural creatures."

Cursing under his breath, the man argued that they were different, but like Silver, was silenced by a simple hand movement belonging to the girl's left hand. The middle-age man moved into a fighting stance, something Silver recognized immediately from his time in the army, knowing he would have to fight and put his hand on the hilt of his sword. An unfortunate move on the man's part, cause in the instant he actually grasped the handle, the young girl's sword was through his heart and out the left shoulder. Gasping for breath and also out of shock and pain, the man fell to his knees wide-eyed, then flat on his stomach, nearly dead. As his final breaths came, the other stranger wiped her sword on his cape then turning, strode over to a weak, barely-able-to-move Silver.

Smiling she jammed her sword in the loose ground next to where she crouched. "Listen, I know that you're dying of thirst right now. I will tend to that in a minute. But you need to be careful." Laughing, Silver couldn't help but find how funny it was that this little girl was telling HIM to be careful. He was after all, 22-years old. She couldn't have been more than nine. Snapping in front of his face to get his attention, she continued, "What you almost drank is blood yes, but it's a Tristé's blood. Their blood can kill any vampire that drinks it… well almost any vampire. Anyways, my point is that there are VERY, very few vampires in this world. Most do not know of them and if they do they will either try to kill them or hurt them in some way. So please be careful." Sighing, the girl yanked up her sleeves and came to his right side, extending the open wrist to his mouth.

Inspecting her, he sneered, "Well if you're warning me, why should I trust you?" He looked forward again and closed his eyes, which made her smile and realize how new he must be to all this.

"Well besides the fact I know the man you met last night, I just saved your butt." Pushing her wrist toward him, she became silent but determined. His eyes opened and scanned her garnet ones, seeing the conviction that shone brightly from them. Realizing she would not leave him alone if he did not take her up on her offer, he grasp her wrist in his left hand and near-elbow in his right. For a second time, his fangs extended into another being's body. This blood tasted normal, no special qualities to it. Not like the blood that had been given to him to preserve his life. It seemed like he drank for an eternity, gaining strength with each passing second of the blood supplementation. Finally, she somehow massaged him in a way that made him release her wrist and she pulled away, placing some bandages over the bite marks. Both were thankful that the Tristé man had chosen such a secluded spot or they might have been discovered during this whole train of events.

Standing up, the girl began to move away when she stopped all of a sudden. "To make sure you stay alive, I think you should contact the person who changed you." Observing the confusion on his face, she continued, "Just think or 'scream' his name in your mind and he shall come to you. Before you start asking questions, his name is Siete. One last thing, survive. I wouldn't want to find that today's efforts were in vain." Turning, she again began walking down the alleyway, leaving her sword and the new fledgling behind. A large gust of wind swept by, kicking up sand which allowed only her retreating silhouette to be seen. The man stared at the shadow and then began to call for help to this Siete person.

When he came back from reminiscing, he found the rest of the group laughing hysterically at something Eric had just said. Lost, Silver scanned the group as they continued to talk amongst each other. After about five minutes, the Midnight group finally got up and left to their vacation in New York City. He had just noticed but majority of the people in the club had left, including Aubrey and Jessica, leaving only Jager, Silver, the bartender, and an unknown vampire pair in the corner. The bartender came by and picked up the four virgin margarita glasses and the eleven beer bottles, the last still being finished by Jager. The vampire couple in the back dematerialized while the bartender went outside to grab a quick smoke before locking up for five hours. Looking at a very entertained Jager, Silver wondered whom he would better fit in with: the people of New Mayhem or Midnight. Dwelling on his memories, he decided to leave the still happy Jager to his final beer of the night and confront Siete at dawn, wherever he may be.

"Hey, Jag, it's time for me to retire for the night. For tomorrow will be a very interesting day if all goes to plan." Standing, he straightened his belt and simply disappeared, leaving Jager and one now-empty bottle of beer left in the club.

AN: Well sorry it took so long!! I've had a wee bit of a writer's block. Anyways, thanks for reading and if you can review! PEACE!!