Okay so first and foremost I am giving a huge shout out to KayTester! She—or at least I think she's a she—anywho, she left some really awesome reviews on this story and I have decided she is awesome so Yeah! You know what, I've just decided? Lol, seriously what I decided while typing, is that I am going to have a reviewer of the week and they will have their name somewhere on every update I do that week! So yeah now you have HUGE—and as in huge I mean lame—motivation to write me a really awesome creative comment. So, get to it and here is Kay's feature—

Reviewer of the week: …KayTester!

Uhm yeah this girl is just awesome. Uhm she actually reviewed this story, and weird because like the day before I was think wow everyone just hates this story I should take it off and save myself the trouble of it. But then like miraculously the next morning I looked up my reviews, cause I mean nothings better than a review orgy, lol, I know only I think I'm funny—and all of a sudden I had to do a double take as I saw that this story had like three more reviews and it was of course KayTester, so go to her page read her stories, and tell her how awesome they are, I have finals this week so I am doing all I can just to write this update and all the other updates so I haven't read them yet, but believe me I plan to the second my last final is over, so yeah , read my story then go read hers.

Btw, uhm she is also featured on all of my updates this week since I know I couldn't possibly keep up with having a different Reviewer of the Week for every single story. That will be the same for every RoW I have, OMG I even have like an acronym for it now! This is the shiz!

Now here's your story:

Snow

4.

Breaking Glass

~Joan~

When I woke I saw it was just barely morning. Aiden had his arm over my shoulders. I wasn't quite sure when I had crawled over to lay near him, but I was guessing it was some time after the shock had hit me. I counted on Aiden so it wasn't a stretch to think I had moved to him for protection. Aiden was just reliable like that I guess. Always there and always waiting to help me out in a bind. The fact that I had known this boy from birth I think made our bond that much stronger. He was my Brother in Arms. Every faltering step I took was made up by him taking a steady one for me. A watchman, a guardian.

I sighed. But now was not the time to think of my Comrade. Now was the time to think of the future.

I opened my glasslike dark gray eyes to peer out at the breaking dawn. The sun would be out soon and our one shot at freedom with it. The things hated the light. We—well we weren't quite fond of it, but we could manage better than they in the broad daylight.

Unfortunately that was becoming the least of my worries. The Stream. Our all powerful energy source was flowing through me like a river. I could feel it taking up refuge in every one of my cells. But why? The Stream was the most important thing too us. We thrived on it. We were still alive because of it! It was our cloaking devise, our means of adaptation and our means of self preservation. To let such huge amounts go like this, to be used and recycled by a simple individual. I closed my eyes letting the milky blank pupils under my irises look for me. Mark and Alex had it too. They were teeming with raw power. I finally opened my eyes and let the pupil seep back beneath my irises. Something had to be wrong.

There was no way the Council would let us have such power just to escape this situation. There had to be something going on in the homeland. But what? What could possibly be going on that would cause them to do this? This was too drastic. I slid out from under Aiden's arm. I looked over at him. Ra and he were both out, slumped against the stone wall. It couldn't have been very comfortable but then again, they were Vampires, and tended to sleep through anything in the daytime. Once in Greece I remembered him sleeping through an earthquake. And not a little one either!

I shifted my gaze to Mark and Alex. Alex had created quite the little bed for Mark using jackets, seat cushions whatever seemed handy. I smiled at my brother sprawled out on his back Alex curled up not far from him. The day the two actually admitted they liked each other would be the one day I'd start celebrating. God, I hated romance. It's like a bad play, that is stuck on repeat and only two actors that never wanted to get past first base for fear of injury. God awful, Plain and simple.

I looked to the doors then. I had reconnaissance work to do. I need information, from some sources and to arrange to get these two back home as quickly as possible. Pulling off my ragged Tank top and the ripped jeans I let myself slip in to a form not unlike our true forms, but more human friendly. I turned surveying myself in a decorative piece of artwork in the church. I wasn't sure what it was but it had a mirror. A tall lanky wolf stood where I was. White face, chest and paws, black mask and ears. The coal black color extended down my back over my flanks and thighs and down my tail. I cocked my head at the reflection. Dark gray pupiless eyes looked back at me. I looked much more regal in this form than I remembered. No matter. The stream was the only thing giving me the strength to hold this form anyway.

I trotted over to the door. And sat down. I wanted to growl, but I knew that would wake someone up. I looked at the door knob, menacingly. No wonder our ancestors gave this form up to pursue a life on two feet. I felt useless. Stopped by a doorknob. I lifted up on to my back feet and tried pushing the door open. My ears flattened no luck. Ra or Aiden probably locked it. Looking around I was all of a sudden was hit with inspiration. The stained glass windows shown their enigmatic enlightening stream of color down on me.

Trotting away from the old abandoned church if I had the composite to smile I would have done so. Behind me a rather large hole in the grand central window told of my valiant escape from the oppressiveness of doorknobs. I stopped and shook out the long fur I had again. A few small pieces of glass flecked out of my long coat and I trotted on in to the back alleys of London.

~Zero~

Zero had spent the night trying to track down the whereabouts of the girl and her companions. If he had too he would kill them all. But he wasn't going to fudge out on this mission no way no how. His efforts were to say the least, ill repaid. All he had really done the whole night was run into ambush after ambush of vampires. The council wanted them badly. And yet the Association wanted them dead. As always it was playing out in a grand play of bloodshed, and death only to show for it all.

He sighed and started out against. The sun was breaking through the horizon as he turned down and started through the back alleys of London.

~Joan~

After lifting some more suitable cloths from a distressed woman I was now walking among the masses. The very expensive designer zip up hoodie I had stolen was actually the best investment I found I probably could have made. I pulled the hood low and watched the crowd out from under it. It hid my eyes for the most part and kept me warm as I Continued.

I was headed down to my old apartments. Very old in fact. It was a Safe house for my kind. And not as in the Kyree, children of the Moon, blah, blah, blah. No it was a Safe house for us outsiders. A homeland far from our homeland. An old Shaman, probably of the first generation, kept it up housing freedom junkies like me. He claimed he had been doing it since the Homeland had been established. That of course would make the man over five thousand years old. That didn't matter to me though. I knew him. My father knowing having a small child like me out in the open was dangerous not only for himself but for me as well. So we spent the first several years of my life away from Homeland in that old apartment complex. In that time my blood had slowly adapted and I had started my ideas on having the chance to show others what was really out here. Well of course that has been a crashing failure.

I turned down another street and stopped. My eyes instantly locked on to them. Vampires are idiots in the ways of being a street urchin like I had grown up being. Rule #1 don't stick out. Three of them all standing talking to outside sales man. They were dressed in black and white suits. Black on black. They were like a sore thumb out here. I pivoted turning around and froze. My jaw went slack and my eyes widened. He'd found me again.

Zero less than a hundred meters away wafted through the crowd. He hadn't seen me but by now he had to know my scent. He'd smelled my blood; he knew the secret to the illusion. If caught I would be dead in his hands and there would be no rebound to freedom. I pivoted back the first direction and I just couldn't get lucky. I had forgotten to look down and now I found myself eye to eye with one of the three vampires. He seemed stunned for a moment that he had indeed found me. I Panicked and let out towards an alley way. My mind was racing but one clear thought stayed with me. I had to get them away from here. I had to get them away from the apartment complex. It was only a few blocks away. And I wouldn't stand to let others die because of me.

As ducked in to the alley way I heard the shot from Zero's gun. The bullet made a resounding impact in the wall just centimeters after me, but I dint' have time to stop and look I ran down the alley way grateful I had stolen Converse instead of heels. I skidded around a corner and down another alley. I smiled they couldn't beat me at this game. These were my training grounds as a kid. I was an expert at this maze of small street and narrow alley ways. This was my homeland here. This is where I had learned what being a Kyree was and they were not going to beat me at it.

I skidded around another corner. I could hear them running after me. I didn't care how fast I was going, the humans here didn't care and if they did who was going to believe trash? I smiled to myself. Come on you rats follow the food. Come and let me lead you straight to your death.

I soared over a fallen trash can and pulled myself around another corner, still grinning like a fool. Suddenly As I looked ahead I skidded to a stop. One thing I hadn't counted on I guess. Change. You can always count on change. An Alley that as child I knew was open had now been filled with storage pods. I stopped. I'd hit a dead end. One word came to mind, just one word. Fuck!

A moment later they had caught up to me. One of them was puffing a little but I heard their footsteps stop as they reached the mouth of the alley. I let them slowly approach before I struck. Running up one of the walls of the storage containers I jumped off and in landing I took one down with me. My foot going straight in to his face. As we both hit the ground I twisted my foot snapping his neck and went to jump from the body and continue my rat race.

Of Course, I didn't count on one of them having a knife. He struck out with it, prematurely though. He caught on to the jacket and I twisted my way out of one sleeve and went to pull my arm out of the other but the knife sliced through the fabric as I pulled and at the cuff the blade bit in to my skin. I jerked away at the pain, losing the jacket and breaking away from the knife, but that didn't matter. Blood sprayed out form the wound in large drops. The two now left alive in front of me were frozen. Their eyes locked on to my dripping hand. The smell engulfed the alley way. Now there was no two ways about it. They had to die. They couldn't know this scent. They couldn't know what we really smelled like. I turned looking for a weapon and halted myself.

Zero stood there very shakily himself as he stared at me. The gun in his hand was in a loose grip. His eyes were wide as he looked down at my hand then back up to my face. I cocked my head. He was just as affected at they were. I needed to act then. Before one of them lunged to drink.

Grabbing Zero's arm I held the gun over his hand pointed and shot. Twice. Landing a bullet in each one of thee vampire's heads. Blood cascades through the air on impact. The bodies fell limply to the ground. Zero was just as motionless as they were it seemed. I could feel his breathing on the back of my neck but I didn't want to turn around, more importantly I didn't want to turn in to him. I still held on to his hand over the gun. If nothing else I would keep it away from me. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise as he slid closer.

In less than a second my fears of dying were replaced. His free hand slid across my wounded arm and pulled the blood covered limb to his mouth. It was less than a moment before his razor fangs sank in to my wrist. This day was just not getting any better.

Hazza! There you go another week done! Hope you love it!