A/N: Please don't hate me! throws up shield I know I promised Sheila/Caleb fluff in the last chapter, but didn't give it to you... I am sorry... This chapter doesn't have it either... It was supposed to, but I realized that it would be WAY too long a chapter so I decided to cut it and save it for the next chapter. This one is just a little snippet into the evil doings of certain people, but it's pretty important. It's not Caleb/Sheila fluff, but I hope you like it anyway... Please review.

CHAPTER 13:

Secret Rendevous

A small smirk played across Evelyn Danvers' features as she cautiously made her way through the vast kitchen into the dining room, knife in hand. She stood in front of her birthday cake, eyes closed, her thin, ruby lips moving in a silent, adolescent wish. She finished saying what she wanted and drew in a deep breath, but before she could blow out the candles, they were extinguished by a chilly wind as the front door creaked open, a man with thinning hair entering the foyer.

She could hear the roar of Caleb's Mustang in the background as it lumbered down the driveway, his honking horn a casual good-bye as he made his way towards town.

The man's footsteps echoed throughout the room as he made his way over to her. He gave her a light peck on the cheek before stealing the knife from her hand and cutting a slice out of the cake.

"Not celebrating without me, are you?" He asked, her look of surprise and bemusement causing a grin to spread across his face. "Darling, why the funny expression?" He chuckled. "Cake?" Evelyn pushed away the offered plate and turned away from him. "Are you sure?" He stepped in front of her, wafting the cake piece under her nose. "It's chocolate... Your favorite..."

She sighed. "No, thank you..."

He frowned, setting the plate on the table, and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. "Is something wrong? Anything I can do to help?"

"No, you've done enough." She mumbled.

"Then what ever is the matter?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. Let's just get down to business." She paused. "Did you get her to sign it?"

The man reached into his jacket, a mischievous grin spreading on his wrinkling face, and pulled out a long, white envelope. He held it out to her, but before she could possess them in her perfectly manicured hands, he snatched it back, laughing, then threw the envelope onto to the table.

Evelyn eyed his look of triumph wearily. "I take that as a yes... How did you do it?"

The grin he displayed grew bigger. "Through the Provost."

She let out a sound of disgust. "I will never understand why you insist on wearing him as a Glamour..."

"Easy access..."

"But you always make him look fatter than he really is. Someone is going to notice one of these days." He shrugged and she shook her head. "Did she get her things?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it was nothing really. No check, just a bunch of journals and envelopes..."

"And the locket, right?"

"Of course..." He grinned. "Can't forget that important detail..."

She returned the smile. "Good."

"And what of Caleb?" He asked, swiping a finger across the top of the cake. "Did he see the Will?" He licked the frosting from his index.

"Not only that, but the little bastard signed it..." She shrugged. "Go figure..."

The older man looked startled for a moment, his mouth turned down in a contemplative frown. "Hmm... Interesting..."

"So what does this mean? Now that we've gotten everyone to sign the contract..."

He shrugged. "Nothing and everything. As of now, they are all magically connected to each other." He paused. "Unknowingly bound by this contract. Not even Chase knows of the others..." He sucked thoughtfully on his freshly frosted finger. "They must complete anything and everything that it entails or the consequences could be severe, especially for you, my sweet." He smiled. "But do not worry, the way things are progressing, it should only be a matter of time before one of them Claims her." He paused. "But it has to be done before she Ascends, of course." She nodded and he smiled. "They share the same DNA, love... We have a fifty-fifty chance..."

Evelyn nodded, clapping her hands together. "Excellent. All is going according to plan."

He shook his head in mirth. "Look at you. So serious." He mocked. "Just enjoy the moment."

She turned and picked up a piece of cake. "I'd enjoy it more if you'd quit teasing me." She said between bites.

He stuck out his tongue, to which she replied with her middle finger. He feigned surprise, then smirked. "I always knew you were a wild one." He stepped towards her, placing his hands atop her hips. "All you have to do it tell me when and where... I'd be more than happy to oblige, my sweet..."

She quirked an eyebrow, setting down her plate, her golden eyes full of mischief and lust. "Well, in that case-"

He put up a hand to silence her and breathed deeply in. "What is that alluring odor?" He leaned towards her, the tip of his nose brushing her neck. "Are you wearing a new perfume?"

Evelyn furrowed her brows in confusion. "No. Why?"

He leaned closer still, his lips lingering above her exposed collar bone. "It smells divine... whatever it is..." His tongue flickered out, lightly making a path of saliva from her collar bone to her ear lobe. They both let out synchronized moans. "Oh, the blood of an innocent always tasted sweet..." He grinned against her ear. "But on you, dear, it is positively erotic..."

She ran her hands down the length of his back, passed his hips, and gave his rear a forceful squeeze. "Yes, well, I do try..."

He ran his fingers up her arm, his feather soft touch causing a small giggle to escape her. "And did you succeed?"

She stepped away from him, grinning. "Turn around and see for yourself."

He did and inwardly cringed at the sight before him. It was of two young girls, both blondes, their maid's uniforms rumpled from the magical impact. Their eyes were still open, the milky, white orbs staring lifelessly at the ceiling. Their mouths were frozen in silent screams.

"Who were they?"He stepped closer, nudging a food tray one had been carrying with the toe of his boot. The contents, mostly various fruits and bits of cheese, were scattered among the bodies.

Evelyn shrugged. "Merely servants, nothing more."

"Did they have family?"

"No." She could feel herself slowly getting agitated. "They never do."

"But they're so young..."

"The younger, the better." She sighed. "How do you think I keep this face?"

"Botox works wonders, you know..." 'The other must have been carrying the liquor...' He thought as he crunched over glass, the bottle of whiskey and shot glass shattered on the wooden floor. "What a waste..." He mumbled.

"That's what you're for." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Can't you just magically fix it for me?" She spat out.

"Yes, but at what cost..."

She stared at the back of his head for a long moment before sighing, raising a hand dramatically to her forehead. "I'm growing tired..."

A sardonic grin appeared on his face. "Yes, well, nothing like sucking the life force out of young girls to take away all your energy..." He turned to look at her. "Evelyn, can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Anything."

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course not, darling." She said without hesitation. "Why?"

He crossed the dining room towards her and took her hands in his. "Good girl. You shouldn't." He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a small, black box. "Here. Happy Birthday."

She took the box and gave it a slight shake. "What is it?"

"Open it, silly, and find out."

So she did, letting out a gasp as she pulled out a long chain. On the end hung a silver locket, her initials engraved on one side. Evelyn narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

"This isn't like the one you gave Anneliese, is it?"

"No, my sweet. This one is meant for protection, not enslavement. I cast the spells myself..." He shook his head, laughing. "I'm not that fucking stupid... I sure as hell wouldn't want to feel the wrath of you if it was like hers..."

'This is true... You wouldn't...' She gave him a sidelong glance, her mouth twitching with a smile. "I don't know what to say..."

"Say you love it and that you'll be mine forever." He took the necklace from her hand, ushering her to lean forward so he could place it around her neck.

"I- I love it." She kissed him then, the locket momentarily forgotten between her breasts. "And I shall be yours forever."

He smiled. "And I yours, Evelyn Danvers..."

She frowned slightly and looked up at him. "You promise?" She whispered.

"Gorman Twoberry is a man of his word..." He whispered back, then kissed her again.

A/N: Ha! Bet you never saw that one coming, did you? What did you think? Interesting or no? Please tell me in a review. And thanks to all of you have continued reading this fic thus far. I really appreciate it! grin