A/N
Hey there readers.

Sorry this has taken a while, the next one will too, but I'm going through a rough patch at the moment. My grandmother who lives with me and is more a second mother is really ill and I won't go into details but it's hard fitting this story in and around everything that's happening.

Thanks and dedications once again to JiLLiBeanz for her patience and preservance but also to ipoked-kiraandedward-andlived and to rikus angel who have all been really supportive through my own problems. Thanks guys, best friends ever :)

Dedications also to Greenday, best band in the world ever. This chapter was written listening to Welcome To Paradise, bril song, inspirational, all that jaz.

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to all, even if it is belated. Hope santa got you everything you wanted ;)

On with the show.


It took nearly 6 hours to patch up the vampire that was all but comatosed on her sofa but once she was done she leant back on her heels, having previously been crouched on the floor, and fought exhaustion back tooth and nail. What she needed now, more than anything was to think. Everything that had happened since she'd arrived in this house, hauntings, apparitions, poltergeist activity, digging a 300 year old vampire from her cellar... A slight hysterical giggle left her before she buttoned her mouth and stood up, legs screaming in protest, muscles clamping. She trudged to the kitchen and grabbed a wine glass, pouring her self a singular glass of white wine before re-corking it and storing it once again.

Sipping slowly she ransacked, re-ordered and scrutinised all the information she had now. She'd need to ask the vampire, she refused to call him Vincent that was too much of a coincidence, to corroborate some of her information but from what she could tell... She knew nothing about what was going on. She instead mused back to her times at university, from the age of 12 where she'd joined the VR youth group. Vampire Rights, something that had been all but none existent in her time and a long while before. She'd joined the group after a history project in her second year of secondary school. The telling of how vampires had slowly become more and more inhabited on the planet, how they were now more civilised, were able to walk among them in daylight, how they were civilised and educated... Yet although it was illegal for them to be slaughtered it was also illegal for them to get jobs, go into the education system, participate in any sort of goods transfer, vote...

When she was 17 there was a motion passed, vampires now had the same rights as humans. She'd felt proud when that had happened... Like she'd really managed to change the world. All the time there was one being horrifically tortured under her uncles house... She shuddered and took another sip of wine, forcing herself to leave those memories. Instead, she had to think of what to do now. She doubted he was in any state to make it on his own for a while. That wasn't a problem so much, this house was big enough to hold 20 of each of their kind, however all vampires had to have a valid form of UK citizenship identification, birth certificate and up to date passport and work permit. Which was going to be difficult, seeing as they weren't all to big on ID cards back in the 1700s. She rubbed the back of her neck as she processed a problem big enough to occupy her thoughts and keep her from digressing into the earlier events.

She stood up slowly, draining the glass and placing it in the sink to wash up later, and started walking towards her uncles library. She needed to do research, to see what she could find out about where to get papers for this guy. She didn't know why she had this strange compulsion to help him, but a flash of his face in the moments after he'd drank from her reminded her why it was necessary, even if she didn't know why her. Slumping into a chair at the large desk in the library she pulled the book records to her and started looking through, for anything that might help. When suddenly, she spotted something on the dark blue stained leather with the night sky painted on in silver, right in the corner of the decorations was a constellation of about 8 stars that made a triangle with a line through it about and on one end of the line there was a circle... She stared. No. It wasn't possible... But before she knew it she was scanning through the library archives and jumping to her feet racing and grabbing all the books on symbolism she could carry. Dropping down again she began scanning through them, her heart thumping, looking for anything that mentioned this symbol that was all over her house. If there was another vampire incased in a group of bookshelves then she was getting out of this house as soon as possible...

She wasn't making any headway after nearly 5 hours of reading. The pile of books was steadily moving from the right hand side of her to the left as she sped through them, trying to pick up any information, anything at all...Eventually she reached what looked like the oldest book in the library that hadn't been touched in years. She opened it, wincing as the spine creaked and threatened to brake, looked at the page and groaned. Old English. This was going to be a nightmare... She started looking through, her already weary head getting more and more confused as she tried to decipher the old language. If she had been wide awake and not suffering from blood loss this wouldn't have been a problem, she'd have sped through it. But she wasn't awake and she was suffering from blood loss, and felt as if she were going to pass out at any moment. Just when she was about to give up, to shut the damned book and declare herself wiped when she saw it. The book slumped open to the middle, as aged books had a tendency to do, and there was a diagram of the symbol that was littered all over her property. It was drawn in pencil, as the whole of this book was hand written and bound and she stared in awe at the faded line work. She'd found it. She scanned underneath, reading the wording in the caption.
This symbol found across the world is one of many marks recognisable to a certain, terrifying race of people. Their superhuman strengths and paranormal powers make them feared by all those throughout the lands. Hired guns and mercenaries, they kill for any amount of money, and are mortal enemies of everything living and dead. They have several symbols associated with them, this one of the lesser know ones. Members of the organisation have code names when they enter, usually to do with fighting or nature. In all the organisation known as the...

She turned the page expectantly, heart hammering in her chest. They sounded like Vampyres, could vampyres have owned this house before her uncle and buried one of their own or...

The symbol of the all seeing eye is usually indicative of masonic activities or related in the times of ancient Egypt...

She blinked and frowned turning back a page. Then forward. Then back. It had cut off, the article she was reading had gone... She growled.
"What the hell?!" She muttered to herself. Then she saw it. 5 very thin papery strips right between the two pages, so close you almost wouldn't see them... Pages had been taken from this book, pages that contained the information she needed to start working out what this whole sodding thing meant. She gulped. This was getting too much to be coincidence... This was getting scary.

Had they been taken out recently? No. This book hadn't been touched in years, that much was obvious due to the layers of dust even inside the pages. It hadn't been touched probably before even her uncle's time. She sat down slowly. Someone was damaging books that included information she needed, vampires were buried in her house and secret symbols were written all over the place. It was like some sort of crazy fantasy novel and someone was playing a sick joke... She sighed and shook her head. She needed Greenday, another glass of wine and a long sleep.

"Hello?" The voice was panicky and loud, terrified. She sighed. She hadn't expected the poor sod to wake up for a while yet. She stood up. Seemed the day wasn't quite over yet.