Andrew could have shaken the hell out of Melina. This was not the time for her to be enacting any kind of revenge on anyone. And if she knew the true details of Kurt Angle's death she would second think wanting to kill anyone but digging Kurt up and beating the hell out of him!!

He looked over to Patricia as she sat on her chaise lounge with what one could only call a 'shit eating grin' on her face.

"I told you." She said.

Andrew shook his head. First glance at his sister one could swear she was an angel. With her locks of blonde hair down her back, soft hazel eyes and petite frame she looked like she could be a cherub. That was until she opened her mouth. Once that happened that perfect image of her flew out of the damned window. Listening to her syrupy sweet voice speak such corruption was enough to grate anyone nerves but at this point Andrew felt it more appropriate to slap the hell out of her.

"Patricia!" Andrew rubbed his temple. "She had no right. Kali is not a vampire." He looked at his sister, "Neither is she a Huntress, this doesn't concern either one of you."

Patricia shrugged nonchalantly. If Andrew thought he was going to going to get a single ounce of sympathy from her he had lost all of his good sense. She didn't care about the little whore known as Kali Giovanni. Fact of the matter was her Jeffrey had taken a liking to her and Patricia didn't do well with competition.

"What do you think Jeffrey would say?"

"Who cares?"

"Say about what?" Jeffrey asked as he flashed himself into the room. The man stood about six feet tall with piercing green eyes. His build was slim, his voice quite and his demeanor very introverted but every God on Olympus knew to give him his respect. No one speaks of the last incident of disrespect.

"Melina has sworn a death warrant on Kali," Patricia said as she fought to keep from smiling. She didn't understand what everyone was up in arms about. The woman clearly had no disregard for her life so what was the harm in putting her out of her misery?

Jeff nodded slowly, "Has she shown any side of the paroxysm?" Paroxysm is the disease of the crescents. It would be synonymous with rabies in laymen's terms.

Andrew looked at Patricia, "Has she?"

Patricia shrugged again, "She isn't on my payroll."

Jeff crossed the room so quickly it made the air around him crackle. He never raised his voice but when he spoke both Patricia and Andrew took notice, "I am not in the mood for your games Patricia."

Patricia a cautious step back, "I'm not playing any games with you Jeffrey."

"Who is to carry out the sentence?" Jeffrey turned his head toward Andrew having not left his spot in front of Patricia.

"Batista."

Jeffrey's demeanor never once carried him into frenzy but the look in his eye would've made anyone panic.

"I'm going Earth side," Jeffrey said slowly. "I am going to speak with the council and see to it that no decision is made without our say so." Jeffrey looked at Patricia, "And if I were you, I'd speak to little Miss Melina, because she's operating without facts."

"He killed her master," Patricia said.

"And you know damned well why," Jeffrey hissed. "So you'd better meditate and pray to whoever it is you pray to that I get to Kali before David does because if so much as one hair is out of place on that girls head," he leaned in to Patricia, they were so close that Trish could feel the heat on her skin, "I'm taking it out on you." And with that he disappeared.

Patricia looked at Andrew, her entire body trembling. "Summon Melina. Now!"

-

John watched the cub as she slept. She had a gentle snore to her slumber and much to his astonishment she was fairly quiet, in fact she was extremely so. John gave her a job as a bar maid in his club and he could honestly say she was a pretty decent worker. She didn't bring too much drama except to that one patron that grabbed her ass. Well they're still trying to pry that poor bastard off the ceiling. It became clear, she was beautiful to look at but reach for her and you were signing your own death certificate.

"So you have a soft spot after all huh?" Rocky stood behind John snapping him out of his thoughts.

Looking at Rocky it was wonder he ever decided to settle down. He had this cinnamon brown skin and beautiful dark eyes. He earned the nick name 'Rocky' because the ladies always told him it seemed he was carved out of stone.

"I like money," Cena said turning the attention off of him.

"You like money huh?" Rocky raised his eyebrow. "You had plenty of money before her."

"And now she's here I'll have even more."

Rocky turned to John looking him square in the eye, "You like her." It wasn't a question; it was a statement and no matter how much John wanted to deny it there was really no point because Rocky already knew.

"She's okay, banging body, but a little too violent for my taste though." John smiled as he watched the twins Steven and Sean peel the Hellcat that Eternity singed and melded to the ceiling.

Rocky smiled that electrifying smile, "You're full of shit Cena." He turned to the bar, "How's her shoulder?"

John tilted his drink toward the bar, "See for your self."

Rocky walked up to Eternity, "I'll take whiskey and I'm not human." He smiled a humorless smile, his canines lengthening ever so slightly.

Eternity gave a curt nod and gave him the liquor that would kill a human in a single shot. "There you go." She said and moved to walk away. Rocky grabbed her wrist catching her completely off guard. Without a second thought she took his head and slammed it against the bar. In one leap she cleared the bar landing on the other side of him. She was prepared to do battle and all kinds of it.

"Ah, got damn it. I think she broke my nose." Rocky side with smile as his nose moved itself back into place. He looked at her, "nice reflexes on you there kid."

Eternity hissed at him, "Don't ever grab me like that again."

John cleared the space between them in one move, "E, chill out. This is Dwayne Johnson, head of the Bengal tiger tribe."

Eternity continued to growl, "Like I give a fuck," she turned to John, "tell him not to fucking grab me again."

Dwayne nodded his respect, "John, let's go have a talk."

Steven and Sean exchanged looks, "Oh shit."

"What?" Eternity asks.

"He has the final say in whether an animal lives or dies." Maria said softly.

Welp, it's been fun. Eternity thought as she leaped back across the bar and continued to help her customers.