hey...sorry it took me so long to get this done...i had to go to a party for my Grandmother, and i didn't have access to a computer for a while, and i also ran into some writer's block...hope ya like this, and htis may have some offensive language...JG


James was lying awake, staring at the ceiling when Ashmore discovered his daughter missing. The furious father burst into James's room, unannounced. "Where is my daughter?" he thundered, slamming the door shut and flicking on a light. The girl sleeping next to James groaned slightly, and pulled the blankets higher to hide her face from the brightness.

James just rolled his eyes, sat up, looked at Ashmore, and said, "For eighteen years, you haven't seen her, and now you care about where she is?" he shook his head and gave him a sarcastic thumbs up, saying, "G'job. You deserve a medal or something."

"Where is she?" Ashmore repeated through gritted teeth. He was furious. James had always treated him as an inferior instead of an equal; now his own child was hidden from him.

James smirked at Ashmore, then turned away, lifting the blankets slightly and addressing the girl huddled underneath, "fetch me my clothes, if you please." She frowned unhappily and climbed out from under the sheets.

She was completely nude. James could see how Ashmore was following her movements out of the corner of his eye, as she fetched James's clothing from its places around the room. Without so much as a glance at the other man, the girl brushed past him and handed the garments to James. He accepted them with a nod and told her to leave. She nodded her head, smiled and scooped up her clothes, only pulling on a short dress to cover her nakedness. James pulled his underwear and pants on underneath the covers to avoid any awkwardness, and swung out from underneath the covers. He stood up, as he did up his pants. "You were saying?" he inquired. He knew that standing there with no shirt, displaying his muscular body made him intimidating.

Ashmore, before his Turn, had been a bookish kind of man. The women found him handsome, but he was the attractive lawyer, who went golfing on the weekends, and only lifted pens and paper. His rule over the Nichelle was mainly bloodlines and pencil pushing. James on the other hand, was Ashmore's opposite.

Before his Turn, James was a person who was always active. He often would run more than a mile every day. His life was hard and he had the body for it. He'd had multitudes of one-night-stands, picking up women in bars and such, attracting them to his rock hard body like moths to a flame. When his Turn happened, his already ripped muscles were toned and shaped even more. His rule over the Nichelle was won through strength, determination, strategically planning and sacrificing in times of need. James hated how high Ashmore had been able to climb, when he'd had to fight so hard for his place.

Ashmore cleared his throat and looked away, replying bashfully, "I'd like to know where my child is."

James smirked and told him, "She is currently taking a time out." He bent to pick up his shirt off the bed, continuing, "Your daughter has quite a nasty temper. She needs some time to think about what she's done."

Ashmore glared and taking a step towards the older Vampire, snapped, "and what does that mean?"

"Exactly what I said," James snarled in reply, advancing menacingly towards the other man. "You forget yourself. Boy." Many years of simmering anger was threatening to boil over as James moved towards Ashmore. "You forget with whom you are dealing," his voice was a soft hiss, "Korr is my student, and you shall not interfere with my teachings."

Ashmore held his ground, foolishly. James was several inches taller, and was heavier in pure muscle mass. "But –" he tried, only to be overruled by the other.

"But nothing, Ben," James snarled, "Korr is mine. Should I choose, I could fuck her from here to Aldrea, A.N. – Aldrea (all-drea like in dream-ah) is a city very far away from where they are at…he he…yes, I made up the name, I like it…don't you? and back again, and there would be nothing you could say against it. When it comes to my student, my judgment is highest. You know the rules." When Ashmore sputtered an incoherent reply, James added in a would-be reasonable voice, "Granted, I would never go anywhere near her cunt; if that is what you're worrying about." James brushed past him, and whispered in Ashmore's ear as he passed, "Although, if she asked nicely; that's another story." He smirked at the look of loathing Ashmore sent him, and swept out of the room, pulling on a shirt as he went.

Chief Commander Reginald Porter slammed his fist down upon the files on his desk. "Where is she?" he roared.

The nervous looking Agent in front of him replied, "We have no idea, sir. She has vanished, without any trace or warning." The man fidgeted as the Chief glared at him in rage.

"You mean to tell me, one of our top Agents has been missing for a week, and there is no slightest hint of where she could be?" Porter asked vehemently. "For Christ's sake man," he said, throwing his hands in the air in frustration, "she has dedicated her life, and given up her father for The Organization, and suddenly she's gone A-Wall?" He shook his head, "something's happened. Someone got to her. That has to be it." Porter turned away from the Agent and looked out the window behind his desk.

The Agent behind him quietly said, "Sir, if any of the Leagues had Agent Korr, they would be either singing in the streets or demanding pay or even marching on our Command Center. How likely do you think it is that a League took her, and then didn't celebrate?"

Porter turned back to the Agent, asking, "What do you mean?"

"Jaden Korr is a very hated Agent by the enemy," he replied, "if they have her, they'd flaunt to the world that they have in their control, the dreaded, loathed, Agent Jaden Korr, Bane of the Long-Lived."

Porter raised and eyebrow, "I have never heard her called the Bane of the Long-Lived. When did that one come into play?"

The Agent blushed a little, "I was just trying to get my point across," he defensively answered. "My point was that Korr would be a great asset to them, dead or alive. So why aren't they using her? They obviously would have used her by now, if any League had her, sir."

"Maybe you're right," Porter sighed, slumping down into his chair, rubbing his face. Tiredly he looked up and ordered, "Wipe Korr out of the security system. Take away all clearance that she had; she is not allowed inside the bathroom in the Command Center, let alone in the front door. I don't want her disappearance to come back and haunt us. Also, delegate a team from Day Shift to look into where she could be civilian-wise. Unlikely she's still alive, but maybe they can find her body. Be sure that every team knows to be on watch for her, and to be cautious upon encountering her; the last thing we need is to find out she switched sides after its too late. If contact is made, she is to be brought to us. You're dismissed." The Agent bowed slightly, and turned to leave. "Wait," Porter called. The Agent stopped and turned. "Also send in a Day Shift team to see whatever the hell happened to Kay McGinnis. She also went missing around the same time as Korr. And, the Day Commander hasn't shut up about it for a while. Tell the Agents looking into it, that the two women live in the same Apartment complex. Two disappearances in one building, is a bit too much of a coincidence. Find out where they are." He ordered, "You may go now."

When the Agent was gone, Porter turned his chair so he could look out into the night. Where are you, Jaden? He thought. You've gotten yourself out of such messes, he mused, you can get yourself out of this I'd bet.