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Rashel

Of all the ways to break an awkward silence.

But Ash was right, getting out of the mansion and into the city was better, not fun, but better. Rashel looked around at the people rushing, chatting, stumbling out of casinos, yelling and basically getting on with their lives. It was easy to forget that the treat of the apocalypse wasn't apparent to everyone, that the human world live in delightful abandon.

Ash drove his Range Rover and Rashel sat in front. Blaise sat in the back insisting on bring her mysterious cargo, she said she 'would not and will not' let it out of her sight. Rashel was tense, but it was good to be tense; it means you're prepared.

After a 15 minute silent car ride; were the tension was so thick it was almost an entity in its own, they reached a small café on the out skirts of the out skirts. It wasn't very big inside only another couple sat in the corner, not talking to each other, just sipping their coffees. The décor was shabby, to say the least, it was a dusty maroon and pale blue. The place stunk of grease; Rashel doubted they would get ice cream here.

As they walking in the person behind the counter – a young girl, about 18, ginger hair – looked up from her magazine, that's when Rashel noticed; she was a Night Person. Well in a sense, at a glance Rashel could well she was a shifter, and now looking more carefully she could see emerald green eyes. Tiger. The shifters had left the Night World not long after the Witches; really what remain were the Made and Lamia Vampires plus the darkest of Circle Midnight.

Ash had brought them to a safe spot. Clever, again not that Rashel was going to tell him that. Whenever any of the main council of Circle Daybreak; Poppy, James, Mary-Lynnette, Ash, Thea, Eric, Gillian, David, Rashel, Quinn, Jez, Morgead, Maggie, Delos, Galen, Keller, Blaise, Phillip, Rowan, Kestrel, Jade, Mark, Iliana and Aradia had to leave the mansion the were certain protocols put in place to ensure there safety. This came in from of safe house and spot across the world; a place were actually any daybreak could go and contact a higher level, but when a council member came they could speak straight to Thierry; they couldn't have a contact number for him on there person lest it get tracked. They could also command back up from places like this; they blended in perfectly with the human world, and sometimes there run by humans. By bring them here the mansion would be notified of their location, so no one would worry and would be protected, after all Ash and Blaise were recognisable figures in the old Night World, Rashel wasn't and had worked hard to keep it that way.

They sat in the corner furthest away from the couple – both human – and Blaise gestured for two teas, her and Rashel, nothing for Ash. After the shifter had brought there drinks and left Blaise sighed and stirred her tea. Stalling Rashel thought.

"Why are-"

"What do you know about The Cult of Veilea?" Blaise cut Rashel off. She was looking at her with searching eyes, testing what the relieve Rashel guessed.

"What don't I know? That should be your question. …It's been so long since someone has uttered that name to me." Rashel was no longer in the crappy café, she was back in her old home now, well her old family. They travelled a lot so home was really were your hat was. Its had been so long since she thought about them…

Too long…

Rashel was seven…

A/N Just a quick one, the more exciting stuff will happen next chapter, which will hopefully be soon, I feel like i'm on an updating role ;D

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