She looks so pitiful, James thought, as he stared into the Agent's holding cell. She was fixed to the wall, her feet not even touching the ground, with metal straps holding her ankles, wrists, and chest to it. The girl had not awoken yet, and she would wish she hadn't when she finally did. James watched as her chest rose and fell, and searched for signs of returning consciousness under the chocolate brown tresses that hid her face. She looks like Ashmore, he mused, as he entered the cell. If he were still mortal, he was almost certain he would consider her a most beautiful woman, but alas, he no longer put humans in the same category as beauty. He only found attractiveness in fellow Vampires, for the Turn accented all of one's better features, and improved on the lacking ones.

He watched her sleep, never making a move towards her, simply content to sit in a chair and wait for her awakening. James felt slightly remorseful for what had been done to her. But Jake injecting her with the serum was the only way. The poison was a design to reveal half-bloods. Causing the human blood to become conflicted with the Vampiric. It was a painful way to have one's heritage revealed, but it was the only way to do it without actually drinking the person's blood. It was a little thing he'd thought up of one day, after he was so angry he didn't really know what he was as a human, and that the Vampires didn't know either. The only way he figured it out was when another half-blood he met described the dreams; the dreams that convinced James that he was something evil, something to be damned. And now Jaden would hear the truth, for the serum only effected half-bloods, and just seeing her, James could see how much she resembled her true father.

There was a groan from the unconscious Agent. Her hands twitched and clenched into fists, and her breathing grew faster. The girl's eyes shuddered behind closed lids, and blinked open slowly. There was an undisguised look of pain on her face. James could only imagine what torture she was going through. He still couldn't comprehend why Maddox had her shot, when she had already been identified. But James cared very little; she was, after all, an Agent, and she would have killed his men if she had the chance.

James snapped his fingers, and a Faithful scurried forward with a syringe; he took it from the lady with only a slight glance in her direction. The Agent's eyes were now open, and they stared suspiciously and fearfully (blearily too) at James, approaching her with a very impressive sized needle.

"What is that?" she asked coldly.

James smiled, just as frostily, and replied, "Antidote. For the poison in your blood stream."

She glared, "why do you want to give me antidote? Why do you want to help me?"

James grinned wolfishly, answering, "who's to say I'm doing this for your gain?" With saying that, he thrust the needle into her thigh. She bared her teeth and whimpered slightly with pain, but she made no move to struggle. James pushed in the plunger, a little slower than necessary, and he was sure to wiggle the tip around as he extracted it, causing more pain than there could have been. He turned away, smelling the tang of blood, sensing it dripping from her sliced palms; wounds inflicted as she clenched her hands to keep from screaming, the nails biting deep into the flesh. He settled back down into the chair, crossed his arms and sat staring at the Agent (simply for the effect of unnerving her, as Vampires could go for a week without blinking, if they really worked at it).

"What do you want of me?" she asked in a low voice.

James shrugged, "nothing at the moment. We're waiting for some others to join us before we discuss anything; so just sit tight for now. I'd offer you something to eat or drink, but what's the point? I wouldn't get it for you anyways." He sneered at her, got to his feet and left the cell. He sat in a chair just outside the door, and watched her with a viewing monitor, for there was a camera in the room, completely invisible to a human's eyes. James watched her struggle to free herself, and smiled; he could almost taste her fear!

For an hour, James sat and watched the anxious Agent, waiting for Tsar and Ashmore to arrive. Finally, a little after midnight, they strutted down the hallway. James wearily got to his feet, and bowed to his superior, and nodded politely in the direction of his equal. Ashmore entered the cell first, with James following, as was standard procedure while dealing with an Agent, to have the weak proceed the powerful, in case of an assassination attempt.

James saw the girl draw a breath, and could feel the tension in the room shoot up a few more notches. She hadn't predicted seeing the three of us James mused. He watched her dark eyes flick from Vampire to Vampire, and he saw her swallow; good, she knows with whom she is dealing he thought, perhaps she shows some promise after all! James smiled inwardly, keeping a cool, calm demeanor about him. He had to be the one of the three that showed no pleasure in the situation that they had placed her in; let her think that the other two were monsters, while he was still humane.

James watched openly disinterested as Tsar ordered for the Agent's bonds to be released, and she fell to the ground in a heap when they withdrew into the wall. Hastily she got to her feet, body tense, ready for some sort of action. But no movement was made. Ashmore took a seat in a chair in a corner of the small room, Tsar sat on the table that sat centered in the cell, and James leaned up against a wall. None of them made a hostile move.

Tsar glanced at Ashmore, then nodded, and Ashmore got to his feet, picked up the chair he had been sitting upon, and placing it firmly in front of the Agent as he said gruffly, "have a seat, Agent." He said the phrase with open distain, and then he lounged against the wall opposite James.

The Agent, eyes still shifting, eased suspiciously into the chair. James observed how her gaze darted from one man to another, and inwardly approved of her hostility towards her companions. He, in a similar situation would act the same, showing open hostility and burying all other emotions that somewhat resembled fear. He approved of her, and silently admired her courage, for he had not shown much when he faced a situation very much like this. James could see much of himself in the girl, though she was the child of a completely different person.

"What do you want?" the Agent asked, looking from one face to another. When she got no answer, she went on saying, "I know no classified information! I do not know where prisoners are kept! I do not know when the watches change, and who they are! I see no reason for you people to have me here, and yet here I am!" As she said each sentence she looked at a different Vampire, as if addressing the statement to him. "So what do you want?" she folded her arms defiantly over her chest and scowled at the Vampires.

Tsar gave her a small sinister smile, "my dear girl," he said patronizingly, "there is no information we could get from you that we couldn't already get. What we are interested in is you; but nothing to do with the Organization."

She looked suspicious and wary, "what about me?" she asked.

Tsar grinned wolfishly, "We believe we know something about you, and the events of this evening have truly proved our suspicions, and we would like to share this information about you. Would you like us to tell you what it is?" he said in an arrogant manner, speaking to her as if she were a six year old.

The Agent raised an eyebrow, "you kidnapped me so you could talk to me?" she asked, skeptically; she snorted, "Yeah, right! No one is stupid enough to believe that! Why am I here?"

Tsar looked at her thoughtfully, "you really don't know who you are, and where you come from," he observed. "You don't realize how lucky you are!"

The Agent frowned, "what do you mean?" she asked, cautiously.

Tsar smiled and said, "Well, my dear girl, I'll be frank with you." He took a deep breath pausing to be dramatic, and he continued, obviously enjoying every moment of it, "you are a Half-Blood. Born a Human and a Vampire. Half way to being one of us."