Ascension

"Talking"

"Thoughts"

"Telepathy and Blood view"

Overview and Selene Narration

Chapter XII: All's good until blood begins to boil

The warehouse door opened and Fenrir entered a vampire got into his face but the five hundred year old lycan failure headbutted it in the face. Werewolves got a decreased lifespan because of the painful transformation aside from Fenrir who got bit by a Lycan but the Lycan gene failed to take root rendering him ageless.

Another result of this anyone he bit got the agelessness of the lycans but painful full skeleton breaking werewolf transformations. "What do you want Fenrir?"

"An alliance...Yes I kno' te last time werewolves an' vampires allied up resulted in two civil wars an' 'rench Revolution. Werewolves an' Lycans DO keep history records we ain illiterate we jus' choose not te read. Now I dunno 'bout yous but some chumped up bastard wizard spli' 'is soul for immortality."

This statement caused hisses and snarls to echo from the warehouse "You mean a MORTAL is reaching above his station?"

"Aye laddeh, I knew you guys wern'nae tha' thick. So you gonna 'elp us? Bunch of spanners? Or would ye' prefer yer orgies and dead man blood?"

"DO NOT INSULT US PUPPY! SOME OF US HAVE BEEN AROUND SINCE BEFORE YOU WERE BORN!" Snarled an elder his eyes flicker terquoise blue, the shades of blue in the eyes were the only to gauge age.

Fenrir shrugged "One of meh boys will be up to discuss meeting up. Need to know about Horcruxes and 'Ogwarts founders trinkets...Love te chat more bu' I've got te Newcastler's te speak wit."

That got snorts from the Liverpuddlian vampires, they weren't that unreasonable to chuck their lot in with the werewolves and lycans when it was needed. "Who else are you speaking to?"

"My brother is off to Manchester and then Bradford."

"We thank you for the warning." With that Fenrir left heading towards Newcastle.

Rupert had left the hideout of the Manchester Vampires, apopleptic with rage was the only way to describe them. He had been lucky to escape with his life when the fists managed to start flying, he had to love the Manchester Vampires. Straight up, straight down without the bullshit and when a diplomatic vote couldn't work something out a punch up would suffice and the winner decided the course of the covenant and more often than not it was an elder.

However today Rupert's luck ran out, he left the hideout only to run slap into Remus. Remus was on his way back from the supermarket after a chocolate run when he picked up the scent. "Rupert! What are you doing here?"

Rupert stared in surprise evident in his body posture "Remus! What are you doing up here?"

"I came up to see the vampires there is a problem..."

Remus nodded "You need to come with me."

With that the two men headed into an alleyway and in a crack of displaced air they reappeared behind the tall hedge of Corvin backyard. "Remus whose your friend?" Michael asked looking up from his newspaper.

"Rupert, he needs to talk us about a problem." Michael nodded and gathered all of the denizens of the house into the kitchen.

"Who are you?" A tall teen asked from his position near the door into the kitchen.

"Rupert, Rupert Greyback and yes the shit stain known as Fenrir is my brother. I can understand why most of you may want my head on platter but please listen to me." Pleaded Rupert eyeing all of the hybrids nervously.

Arszlan glowered he was itching to grab his sword take this Lycan's head clean off. "What is this problem?"

"There's this chap goes by the name Voldemort basically he's become immortal by splitting his soul. Now no-one is allowed to become immortal unless they are turned by Lycans or Vampires." Explained Rupert.

Arszlan snarled "Split his soul? Now I'm guessing you're trying to rally the Vampires, Lycans and Werewolves together to take these things apart?" He questioned he saw Rupert nod and Arszlan snorted.

"Good luck with that. Lycans and Vampires will turn on us in a heartbeat..."

"Possibly the London lot will. Been in negotiations with the Manchester Federation and on my way to the Bradford Bingley Leeds Brigade with my brother going to the Liverpuddlians and Newcastle-upon-Tyne."

Remus cackled "The fate of the world depends on those four covens and us." The hybrid family looked at each other, shook their heads and chorused as one "We're fucked!"