I do not own any part of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. All of that greatness is the work of the amazing J R Ward.

As of 5-22-12 the wonderful GothicBelle has beta'ed this for me. Hopefully this is now easier to read.

I hope everyone enjoys.

Chapter Nine

Fritz had never moved so fast in his life, but still he wasn't fast enough.

He had just let Master Qhuinn into the foyer when alarms started going off all over the place. He ran back to the monitors and there she was standing in the middle of the courtyard. His former mistress stood there looking like a goddess.

His heart stopped, something was wrong. He bolted for the door, but his old bones weren't fast enough. By the time he made it through the outside door, Master Vishous was already blocking the path to her.

"I need to speak to Fritz, now please," her lovely voice requested. Even in a time like this she stayed poised and proper, his former Master would be proud.

…

"Fritz…Fritz…Help."

Syhren knew she was at the Mansion. She had to be, they had test this a thousand times. She could only dematerialize to two places, the front of the Mansion and the back yard of the safe house. The only two places she had ever seen before her transition. 'Just calm down and give him some time,' she thought.

"Fritz…someone help," she called out again. A person stepped into her line of vision. A male, a huge male, with a tortured soul, all dark and sad colors. "Help," she shouted again.

Suddenly he was right in front of her. "Who are you?" He barked.

If he was trying to intimidate her it wasn't going to work. She stood tall and straight with her head held high. "I am Syhren and I need to speak to Fritz, now please," she was trained to exhibit a calm exterior at all times. To always have good manners, "And your name, Sir?"

The highly aggressive male was crowding into her personal space. He growled, "V."

That explained a lot and she had been taught knowledge was power. "It is a great honor to meet the Brother Vishous. You are a great warrior of the species, but it is imperative that I speak with the doggen, Fritz as soon as possible." She was careful in choosing her words, wanting to show as much respect as she could. She had been taught that Vishous was a harsh individual and was quick to judge others. 'I will not show fear.'

"Lady, you ain't talking to no one until I know who you are and were you came from." He was going to make this difficult and waste what precious time she had. 'I will hold my temper, I will stay calm.' This was a mantra she told herself often when she was younger.

"I told you, I am Syhren," she started again not knowing how much she should reveal to him. She had always been kept separated from everything in her hellern's life and since Vishous had not recognized her name she assume the Brothers were never told of her existence.

"Master Vishous please step away from the lady Syhren." Thank the Scribe Virgin it was Fritz's voice. Bless the doggen.

"Not a chance Fritz. We have no idea who she is or how she was able to get here?"

"Lady Syhren lived here before King Wrath inherited it, sire," Fritz said that as if it would solve the whole problem.

"Fritz, there are lessers attacking my home as we speak. I came for help."

"What?" Both males spoke at once.

"Tolliver and I took out the first group, but it won't take long before more come," she needed their help and fast. She needed to get back before more lessers came again.

"Fritz, take her inside. I'll get the guys together," Vishous said.

"The address is 13 Everwood Way, Fritz tell him anything he needs to know. I'm going back," she put ever bit of authority she could into her words.

"The hell you are," Vishous reached for her.

"Sorry," she said as she stepped into him and kneed him in the groin as hard as she could. The air left his lungs and he dropped to his knees. "My young are back there." She grabbed his head and slammed it down as she brought her knee up into his face. There was an awful crunching sound as his nose broke. There were shouts from all over and she could hear people coming at her. She quickly took the guns from the Brother's holsters. "Fritz, have them hurry." She turned and disappeared.

…

Zsadist couldn't believe what he had just seen. He had been in the garage when he had heard a female yelling from outside and the alarms had started. Z ran out to the drive. He watched as V approached the female and talked to her. She was obviously of the glymera; her speech was elegant and very controlled. She was dressed in a full length sheath. It was lavender and shimmered in the flood lights. Z was directly behind her, so he couldn't see her face. Her hair was black like onyx and fell in shiny waves to just above her knees. She was high class indeed.

She had already asked twice to see Fritz by the time he joined them. He called her by name and that was interesting. V was being unnecessarily rude, par for course though. The wind shifted and carried her scent to him. She smelled of lesser blood and vampire blood. He didn't see any wounds on her; maybe it was the vampire she had left behind. V reached for her.

Z started forwards, but the female moved so quickly that everything didn't register until after she was gone. She moved fast with a finesse and fierceness that he would later appreciate. In two quick strikes Vishous was face down in the dirt. She turned toward Z holding both of V's guns. She was good. She was gone. He had never seen a female move like that. He was impressed.

He hadn't been the only witness. Butch and Blay had come around the side of the mansion and Qhuinn, Tohr, Mary, and Beth and Wrath had come for inside. Everyone was talking at once.

Butch was helping V to his feet. Qhuinn had moved to Blay's side, both looked like shit. Beth and Mary stayed close to the door and were talking to each other. Tohr was lighting up his cell. John Matthew just came out followed by Bella. Zsadist crossed the drive and took her hand. Rhage appeared by the front door.

Wrath was talking to Fritz. "Shut up," he yelled. "Fritz, what's go on?"

"Master, we need to get to 13 Everwood Way right now. The Brothers have to go now. Lady Syhren's house is being attacked by lessers." Fritz was panicking.

"What happened to V?" Rhage asked.

"Got his ass handed to him by a chick," Qhuinn answered.

"She surprised me," V complained.

Z spoke up, "She was bleeding. I could smell her blood, but couldn't see a wound from where I was. I also smelled lesser blood."

"It was on the hem of her gown," Blay said. "About an inch of it was black. I saw it when she kneed V in the face."

"She was bleeding on her left side. High up in her rib area, she was covering it with her right hand until she moved on V," Butch reported. That cop never missed a damn thing.

"She has his guns, too," Z said. Phury appeared off to the left.

"Sires," Fritz interrupted, "We have to hurry. She went back planning to continue to fight. She'll die to protect her young."

"Young! Shit," Wrath said, "We move now. V, are you good to go?"

"Just need guns," was his answer. Butch handed his over.

"I'll grab my spares and grab the Escalade. We'll need it to transport the young and any injured," Butch always thought quick on his feet.

"13 Everwood," Wrath said. "Everyone go now."

In the blink of an eye all that remain were the King, Fritz, Butch and the shellans.

…

Wrath hated being left behind. It never got any easier. "Butch, get those guns, fast." The cop pounded it for the Pit. "Fritz, who is she?"

"Her name is Syhren, my Lord."

"Her parents?"

"Unknown, sire. I do believe that Master Darius had his suspicions though," Wrath could smell the worry and nervousness coming from Fritz.

"Darius?"

"He brought her here and made her mistress of the mansion until his death. Our orders then, were to move her to a safe house so you and the Brothers would be able to live here without finding out about her."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"Master Darius order it so. I was not to even say a word of her for a decade after his passing. Then when the time came I was to give you a letter he had prepared for you. There are procedures in case of an emergency, like today."

Butch was back. Wrath was still full of questions, but they would have to wait. "Fritz, I'm not done with you yet. Go with Butch. I want that letter a.s.a.p. went you get back. Now go and help the Brothers."

Butch and Fritz ran for the Escalade.

"What was she to Darius?" the he yelled.

Fritz paused as he stepped up into the vehicle, "His shellan, sire."