Chapter One – Reintroduced…

2012 – Present Day

Jerry sat calmly in his study in Ninety Nine Oak awaiting Ed…who was late, again. He had gotten progressively later and later after their defeat of the Brewster's and had turned Peter Vincent into one of them. And yet, he was still waiting. Four hundred years later and still waiting. Always waiting.

"Hey! Hey, Boss!" He heard Ed calling frantically as he leaped up the stairs. Jerry swivelled in his chair to face Ed as he came bounding through the door. "Geoffrey says there's a new vamp in town…and he's brought some killer babes with him!"

"Geoffrey?" Jerry stood and moved to look out the window at the rainy night outside. "How many?"

"How many what?"

"Girls, damn it! How many girls are with him?" Jerry all but yelled.

"Oh, two. A blonde with gorgeous green eyes and a brunette with eyes as blue as the ocean…or, at least, that's what I heard." Ed eyed Jerry cautiously. "Why, do you know them?"

"One of them, perhaps…" Jerry replied as he grabbed his coat and shrugged it on. "In another time."

"Wow…" Ed's look of shock was replaced quickly with curiosity at his masters donning of his coat. "We going somewhere?"

"To the Club." Jerry clapped Ed on the back and smiled. "Let's go see these 'killer babes' of yours then, shall we?"

Jerry and Ed strode through the Club in search of Geoffrey, their eyes scanning the mass of people around them carefully. Then, from their right, they heard a call.

"Jerry!"

They both turned towards the sound. It was Peter, waving them over. He was with Geoffrey…and Cromwell. Jerry's very skin seemed as if it were on fire as the rage he felt towards Cromwell flooded him once more. But he restrained himself…for now. He and Ed made their way through the mass of writhing bodies of people who were supposedly 'dancing'.

"Who's the pet, Dandridge?" Cromwell sneered as the two came to a halt next to Geoffrey.

"Ed Lee, George Cromwell." Jerry's voice was low, barely suppressing a growl.

Cromwell looked Ed up and down quickly before turning back to Jerry, eyes sparkling with malicious intent. "How's the heart?"

"How's the conscience?" Jerry eyed him momentarily before turning back to Geoffrey. "Are you and the girls leaving soon? There's something I wish to speak to you about."

"I leave when they get bored or when the sun's about to rise." Geoffrey sighed, his eyes drifting towards the crowd and Jerry followed his gaze.

In the centre of a circle that had formed on the dance floor, two beautiful girls were dancing. But they were not of vampire kind… they were two of the kind created at the same time as vampires, not for food, but for loving… They were devil's angels. Jerry watched them closely, waiting for the brunette to turn around. All sound around him seemed to fade away. He could have sworn he felt his dead heart flutter in anticipation as she began to turn. But it was not her. It was only when the light changed that he realised that the girls hair was too light in colour, too straight. Once again he felt the pain of loss.

Geoffrey's inane chatter and the sound of electro music came back to him now. He was telling Cromwell about his girls, his angels, and how he found them and kept them safe when suddenly there was the sound of Geoffrey being shoved and a familiar voice began to chastise him sharply.

"Shut-up Geoffrey. Quit giving away all our trade secrets, especially to good looking guys like these. They'll just use them to seduce us, and then where would we be?"

Jerry turned around slowly, silently praying that his mind wasn't playing a trick on him. As his eyes fell on the girl before him, he gasped.

"Verity…"