Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of it's characters, Disney does. I do not own Jo, ChocolateCoveredJockey does. I own Floaty, Trench, Bullet, Tasara, Melinda, Serena, and Charlie. The words Naga and Tuuli came from Amelia Atwater Rhodes Hawksong, the other words were created by ChocolateCoveredJockey and myself. I do not own Harry Dresden, Jim Butcher does. I do not own the Addam's Family, or King Arthur.

Jo stared at the ceiling of her room the next morning; her dark red velvet black-out curtains hung over all the windows blocking out almost all of the sunlight but a small strip on the floor that she always carefully avoided. On the ceiling another one of Trench's vampires and a friend of hers that had went by the name of Jake, had painted a beautiful emerald green earth dragon with long black hair on its head and neck. Her heart ached as she recalled Jake's fate, he had been making his way towards Neutral Grounds when three of Spot's vampires, Knuckles, Taron, and Hawk, had attacked him. He had given a good and strong fight, she had been to late, just a minute to late, he had been beaten to a bloody pulp, she still remembered as she ran towards the other three vampires, her sword lifted a scream coming out of her throat, Jake's desperate face; his dark blue eyes wide with fear, his hand slowly reaching to hers before Hawk swiped his sword down and decapitated Jake.

Floaty had come when Jo had called her, unable to speak too much Jo had just managed to sob out the address she was at with the body. Floaty had appeared seconds later, she helped Jo move the body and the head to a small cemetary plot that Trench owned and left the body there after a small ritual of respect and mourning. The sunlight, Jo knew, had turned Jake's body into ashes.

She turned over onto her side and looked at her clock, 8:35 AM. She groaned, too early, she had just gotten in three hours ago from a hotel room room near Diomedes. She and Jack spent most of the night talking, slept together, then both redressed and hurried back to their own territories before the sun would rise. She remembered how Floaty had looked so happy when Spot walked in, and even happier after she had told him her idea how he seemed to approve of it, but all agreed it needed more work and more planning. Jo wondered if her sister had returned to Trench's like she was supposed too, if she was in Spot's territory...Trench could tear her limb to limb, but that was if before Floaty didn't use her magic to tear him into peices first, or make him human again then kill him.

Jo groaned to herself, stop thinking now, Jo! Stop thinking, shut your mind off and sleep! You need to sleep or you'll be so tired tonight that when you move to get your sword it will be too late. Sighing, she sat up and pushed the covers off, she walked across the large room that Trench had given her to a small blue refridgerator (almost every one of Trench's vampires had a small fridge in their room) and opened it. She looked at the bottles of blood in her fridge, then read the labels, A , A-, O...She decided to leave the O's for later they seemed rather rare in America. She grabbed onto one of A bottles instead, twisting the cap open she slowly drank half the blood, she put the half-empty bottle back into her fridge, shut the door, and climbed back into bed.

Almost instantly she felt stronger, calmer, and less jittery. She was glad for the blood bottling company on Neutral Grounds that Charlie had founded. The blood looked like regular Coca-Cola bottles to humans, but inside really were different blood types. Charlie had a blood bank that humans donated blood too, if they knew what the blood was really meant for...They'd never go there again. Anytime a vampire got low on bottled blood all they had to do was send Charlie's company an email, text message, or a small call and the bottled blood would be delivered to their room by waist high gnomes...Who always shorted a vampire who didn't tip well.

Jo sunk her head into her pillows and thought about Jack and about peace, her sister did have a point, it would be nice for peace. Neutral Grounds would be gone, and a special mansion had been built by Charlie himself for whichever vampire became The Dahren, (The Vampire King). She smiled at the thought of being Jack's Naga (wife) as something fluttered in her chest she hadn't felt in so...So long, hope. Jo found herself supporting Floaty's plan more and more, it would be nice to have peace, after this long and cruel war she and Jack could marry and maybe move back to Jo and Floaty's old home in Port Royal in Jamaica.

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"Avroon-A-Le-Denko!" Shouted Floaty as she held her staff out like a Pool stick, the wooden top that was painted dark purple with golden bands around it glew brightly as a beam of golden light charged out and knocked the elf back into the wall of her bedroom. All she had been trying to do was get some sleep, then she opened her eyes to find this blonde haired elf standing over her with a dagger coated with dead man's blood on it, he almost plummeted the dagger into her heart before she rolled off the bed quickly.

The elf growled at her and quickly got back up onto his feet; elves dressed the same way they had back in old Ireland when good old King Arthur ruled Camelot. The elf was nearly six feet tall with long and straight golden blonde hair, silver eyes, a pointed chin, and two long ears. He wore a light brown turtle neck under his dark brown armor; dark brown breeches were tucked into knee high thick leather boots; around his waist hung two swords, seven daggers, a bow; around his back and shoulder was his sheath that held his arrows.

"Your time has come, Tuuli-Rah! Your kind's Shriekers will soon be shrieking at your sister's bed side letting her know of your death!" Sneered the elf, he grabbed his dagger and ran towards Floaty, she ducked out of the way; the elf kicked his feet against the wall and propelled off it, doing a long and large somersault in the air he landed in front of her and swiped the dagger at her.

Floaty held up her shield bracelet, one of the etched shields started to glow, a second later a transparent metal shield, that looked like one a knight would carry, formed in front of her; the dagger hit the shield and bounced off it and across the room. Floaty held out her hand and looked towards her staff, she imangined her hand to be a powerful vaccuum cleaner, a moment later her staff flew across the room and into her hand. She twisted it and held it by the end, the elf was preparing for something else quite obviously; Floaty jammed the top of her staff between his legs, the elf cried out and grabbed his groin before falling over and curling into a ball in pain. Floaty hit him once again, this time on back of the shoulders, he cried out again. She grabbed under his arms and dragged him into a metal circle she had installed into the concrete floor of the room.

Letting go of him she stood outside the circle and called all her power to her hands, "encasa!" She shouted as she lifted her arms quickly upwards, magic poured out of her finger tips and into the circle. The circle turned bright golden with Floaty's magic before sparking with lightning and created an invisible prison. When the elf had managed to gather himself up he tried to lunge out at Floaty, he smacked into the invisible circular wall and fell down onto his bum.

"Who sent you?" Floaty asked, angrier than she had been in a long time. The whites of her eyes were black, her irises glowing purple, and her pupils glowing a golden color.

"F-"

Floaty reached her hand in, "zappidos!" She snapped, a small zap of lightning went through the elf. Anotehr thing she loved about magic circles, whatever was inside couldn't get out, and the only person who could get into it was the person whose magic made it into a prison, or in some cases a protective barrier.

The elf growled at her, his pupils vanished, the whites of his eyes and his irises lit bright green.

"Who. Sent. You?"

The elf growled at her panting, "Mulough," he sneered, "he heard your plan for peace. He said that won't do, that there can't be peace amongst vampires ever. It would change too much for us elves. We elves rule over New Jersey and other states bordering New York. If there is peace amongst vampires then vampires will become the dominating species once again. We can't have that."

"You tell Murlough," Floaty sneered showing her fangs, "that if he intereferes with vampires' business again. It will be him in this circle. Only he won't be as lucky as you are, I'll send him into the second dimension."

"You wouldn't," the elf exclaimed, eyes wide.

"I would," Floaty growled, the second dimension was the dimension of the Black Elven Court. Elves that were born with Wild Magic were sent there, they were uncivilized, cruel, and killed anything and everything but one another. Elves like the one in the circle wouldn't stand a chance against them. "Now, you tell Murlough that things probably won't change much for your kind after, if, this war ends. What I was saying last night right now is only, sadly, talk. Now I'm giving you a small escape," she exclaimed, cutting an opening in the circle, "leave and tell Murlough to stay away."

The elf nodded he walked out of the circle, just before he fully vanished Floaty stopped him.

"Your name."

"Greven," replied the elf.

Floaty nodded, "if there's another elf about to pull what you tried to pull on me this morning, it will be your name I will call, Greven."

The elf nodded before fully vanishing.

Floaty sighed as she changed her sheets, she was exhausted. Before going to sleep she took a walk over to her fridge and drank down an entire bottle of O blood, then slipped into bed. After a few minutes she drifted off to sleep, however, before she did she said a soft protection chant to keep any other magical creatures out of Trench's home.

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Spot woke up around six o'clock that afternoon, yawning he stretched and scratched his arm. He looked at the window and smiled at seeing the daylight slowly dissapearing. The night was young; he hoped the Tahkers were off doing something else tonight. He had almost been Sun-Roasted-Vampire when a group of the slayers surrounded himself, Jack, and Skittery on their way home from Diomedes. He and Floaty had spent most the night up over Charlie's club in a hotel room talking and starting on plans to make peace. So far the plan was small and very disorganized but it was a start:

1. Befriend vampires from both sides on Neutral Grounds. Friends didn't want to kill other friends.

2. Spot would have his vampires take a vote to find the three or four strongest males of his group.

3. Floaty and Jo would make Trench's vampires to take votes on the four strongest females of their group.

4. The vampires who won the 'election' would meet on Neutral Grounds and date eachother.

5. Turn Trench into a human and get him out of the way.

6. Have the couples marry, the strongest, wisest, and most caring, and most of wall most peace wanting, couple of the group would be Dahren and Dahres-Naga. Vampire King and Queen.

Spot knew the plan was going to have to be sturdier than that, more full, and there would have to be planned ways on letting the 'elected' vampires know what they were going to do. He had faith in Floaty's plan before, but when he came home and woke the first time around noon to find a Hymner at the foot of his bed, he was fully convinced that Floaty's plan, after getting more full and sturdier, coudl and would work.

"Mornin'," Spot grunted to Jack as he made his way towards his kitchen. Like Trench's mansion, most of Spot's clan lived with him. Spot tugged his boxer shorts up a bit at feeling them fall down.

"Uhhh.." groaned Jack, "mornin's come to early."

"Youse sound like Lurch," Spot commented with a snort.

"Lurch was always exhausted, dems Addams kept dat man runnin' dis way an' dat!" Argued Jack playfully.

"What's awll dis about da Addams family?" Questioned Skittery as he walked in. Spot was about to take a sip of the blood he had just opened but snorked at seeing Skittery. The vampire was dressed in a long sleeved light blue night gown.

"Nice t'reads," Jack commented.

"Aw shaddap! It's awll I'se had clean! It was me grandfather's!"

"Where's da night cap?" Laughed Spot, Skitts hissed at him.

"Awright, enough," Spot chuckled, "listen, youse guys sit down cause I'se got somethin' real important ta talk about. Somethin' dat could end dis wah, if it's planned out moah."

The two other vampires stared at Spot then quickly sat down, Spot went over his and Floaty's plans for peace, "dere stills a lot ta be planned, done, an' back ups and awll-"

"I'se t'ink it will woik," Jack smiled, "everyone knows dat a lotta da male vampires ovah heah ah head ovah heels for Trench's females."

Skitts nodded, "'ell," he commented, "Racetrack has da hugest crush on Rainy."

"Well den, lets start making ballots on dat computah of yours, Skitts, an' printin dem out!" Smiled Spot, not knowing that across town Jo and Floaty were doing the exact same thing.

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A/N: Thank you from both me and Chocolate Covered Jockey xLittlexItalyx and Heavenly Princess for the reviews! Glew is not a word, d'oh!

And I can't promise that the story will be updated soon, because I'm going to be spending a few days away on a trip during Spring Break. But it may be, but I can't promise anything.

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