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"Hello?" She asked. "Wait who is—Sarah? Oh, hi. Is something wrong? You had a vision of what? But that's…that's impossible. Of course they are with us! They're right…" Poppy dropped the phone.

"Guys?" She asked, her voice concealing barely hidden panic. "Guys! Where are Hannah and Maggie? Where are they?"

Thea looked around, confused…they were nowhere in sight.

Delos's Point of View:

Delos Redfern was casually putting down a human blood donor in the feeding room when the doors across from him burst open. Lord Thierry strode in—talking rapidly into a cell phone with a panicked look on his face. He scanned the room quickly, zeroing in on Delos.

"Delos!" He motioned him over with one hand while the other jabbed more numbers into the phone. Delos wasn't unduly concerned, at first. After all, Thierry often called for him, sometimes with news about his part in the upcoming apocalypse and other times with simple requests or messages. No, he wasn't very concerned…until he got another look at his face, that is. Because the panic wasn't just panic…it was outright dread. Which was strange, seeing as the extremely old vampire was hardly ever afraid of anything. Actually, Thierry was a bit like himself in that way. In fact, the only thing that could ever cause Delos to be afraid was if…he paused in the middle of his stride.

…was if Maggie was in trouble.

He broke out into a measurably faster pace, praying that whatever Thierry had to say was far away from his soulmate.

"Thierry? What happened? Is—is Maggie hurt?" He spoke his worst fear. "What's happened?"

One look at his eyes was enough to know. Damn. It. All. He should have never let her go with Poppy. Never. He hadn't wanted to...but she did. And no one, immortal vampire or not, could restrain Maggie with anything less than heavy metal bars—and he had seen firsthand how well that had worked. He should have gone with her, though…but Thierry hadn't let any of the Wild Powers go with her. They weren't allowed to do anything unless they were absolutely needed.

"She and…and Hannah," Delos looked up to see a look of pure mental anguish on his face, and Delos once again prayed to whatever God existed that Maggie was still alive. "…they've been abducted. Most likely by whoever has taken Poppy's brother. Sarah had a vision of the two of them chained together...they weren't…weren't dead, but there were injuries."

He felt whatever mental sanity he had left disappear. A brief flashback of Maggie's friend from his once kingdom—Jeanne, he thought it was—came back to him. He flinched away from an image of the tic tac toe board that had been cut into her back along with the accompanying burned and charred X's and O's. Oh, dear Lord, he had to get to her…

"…and the worst part?" Lord Thierry gave a throaty chuckle that had absolutely no humor in it at all. "It's our fault that they've been taken. It's us they want. Not them…"

Delos blinked as he realized the truth of his words. It seemed like he was always getting Maggie in trouble…always because of him. It was his kingdom where she had been enslaved. He had foolishly locked her up in the prison. His admission to help the humans had nearly gotten both of them killed in the dungeon…and now this. If it was any consolation to him, the moment he found Maggie he was going to slowly kill each and every person, vampire, or dragon that had had even a hand in helping hurt her. At the moment he was sure that Thierry would help him, too. His anger suffocating him, he could only manage two words: "Let's go."

Thierry nodded. Apparently his rules about the Wild Powers not stepping a single inch from the building was going to be broken. Delos wasn't complaining.

"I already have Nilsson with a limo in the front, and I've called in a couple favors to help us, should we need it. They'll meet us a couple hours from here. Sarah managed to see a few letters stacked on a table in her vision, and the address was 17843 Oak Lane. It's only about a half hour from San Francisco."

Delos nodded tightly and they started toward the car. Once inside Thierry alternated between staring out the window, as if in some sort of trance, and making more urgent calls on his cell while Delos let himself imagine the way Maggie's tormentors would scream. He wasn't one to care for human brutality…no, Maggie had cured him of that. But he was perfectly fine with making Maggie's abductees pay. They weren't human in his eyes…nor were they vampires, shape-shifters, witches or whatever else they might be physically. Mentally, they were monsters.

The two hours it took to get to the meeting point with Thierry's 'favors' went by fairly quick, and by the time he was getting to the part where he met the mastermind behind the whole kidnapping, they were there. Nilsson stepped out to open the limo's door, and in came a piling of about five people. Some vaguely recognized and some he had never seen before. Once they had all stepped in Nilsson closed the door once more, and the limo rolled forward. There was a moment of tense silence of which Delos wasn't very much inclined to end. If Maggie had been there she would have immediately introduced the two of them…would have asked questions about the strangers…would have been completely and utterly engaged...she would have made their rescue mission an adventure. She would have renewed any fallen hopes, erased any doubts of victory, rallied the team together as a whole…he missed her already.

"Well, if nobody's going to introduce us, then I'll start!" A bright voice made him blink out of his laments and look up. A bubbly looking blonde with shining green eyes was grinning at him and Thierry. "I'm Jade and this is Mark. He's my soulmate. It's so nice to meet you Lord Thierry—and Delos, too. We're so glad to be helping, but it was really my cousin Ash—I think you've both met him at Circle Daybreak before—who told Thierry we could help. Mark's only human, but I've taught him some fighting tricks, and besides he wouldn't let me go alone."

He saw Jade flash a luminescent smile at her soulmate, and Delos's insides churned. This Mark—this completely defenseless human Mark—wouldn't let his vampire counterpart brave a mission alone. Maggie was a human…Maggie had been defenseless when she had been captured…

"I'm Lupe Acevado." A brown haired girl spoke up. "Of course, you already know that Boss." She addressed Thierry and then turned back to Delos. "I'm a werewolf who's completely ready to help at all costs."

"Well," a slow, not quite vindictive, but not quite friendly voice drawled. "I'm not sure about the 'all costs' part, but I'll help within reason."

Delos raised an eyebrow at her, not quite liking the beautiful—cascading dark hair down to her waist and curves galore—but insolent woman. "And you are?"

"Blaise. Blaise Harman."

"Well Blaise Harman," he mocked her. "If you aren't committed to helping us, then why did you come?"

"I wouldn't have," she shot back. "But unfortunately my cousin—sympathetic beyond reason—wanted me to. It seems she got herself caught in with the little group that went exploring in dangerous waters, and begged me to help out you two. So I did. End of story."

Delos found himself wanting to say something not quite nice to her, so instead he turned to the last of their little group. He had auburn colored hair and brown eyes…he looked startlingly familiar, and it only took Delos a second to place him.

"Miles Neely, nice to see you again."

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