(Bob's POV)
"What the hell is going on up here?!" he demanded.

"Who the hell are you?" asked one of William's men.

"My name is Bob and I'm the landlord here. Now what the hell happened here?" the man said as he stepped into the room, his shoes sloshing in the water that covered the floor.

"Well, you see, sir, these men," AJ began, pointing at Sebastien and his friends, "attacked William and I when we didn't even do anything to them. So I don't -"

"Oh, save your breath, you floozy. I know damn well that these guys didn't start the fight. If I'm correct, you threw the first punch, did you not, Mr. Beckett?" the man interjected

"What of it?" Beckett challenged.

"If you did throw the first punch, that means that I can have you thrown out of here."

Beckett laughed. "Please, you and what army?"

To this, the man said nothing.

"That's what I thought. You already know that I control the entire police force so why would you even make a statement like that?"

"Because," the man said as he stepped closer to Beckett and looked him square in the eye, "I'm not scared of you, Beckett. I could curse you so fast that you wouldn't even be able to think of dodging it."

With each word, the man poked the tip of his wand at the vampire. It left burn marks in the expensive fabric. Grabbing hold of the end of the wand with his bare hand, William looked down on the man.

"Is that a threat, Mister Bryar?" he asked, his voice calm but deadly.

"You're damn right it is. I'm sick of you thinking that you can do whatever you please. Someone ought to teach you some manners."

"That's funny, because I was just about to tell you the same thing," William said as he nodded at one of the men standing behind Bob.

Before the vampire could even move, Bob whipped around and flicked his wand at the vampire. The vampire was instantly bound by thick, black rope. Just as another one was about to strike Bob, he turned again and this time, a red jet of light issued from the tip of his wand. It hit the vampire square in the chest, who slumped to the ground, apparently unconscious.

"I mean it, Beckett. I want you to get the hell out of here, or I'll rally the Aurors," Bob said as he turned to leave. "And they won't be as forgiving as I am. Come on," he said, beckoning to Sebastien and his friends.

Bob turned to glare at the vampires one last time before walking out of the apartment. He quickly ushered Sebastien and his friends down a stairwell. He stopped on a landing and tapped the wall a few times with his wand. The wall seemed to open up right in front of their eyes. Sebastien and his friends exchanged surprised glances.

He looked behind him to make sure that no one was following them, and then forced them inside. Once the wall had sealed itself, Chuck was the first one who spoke.

"What the hell just happened?"

"I'm pretty sure I just saved your lives, that's what happened. Would you guys like tea?" Bob asked.

The guys all nodded and with a wave of his wand, two tea kettles flew out of the cabinets and began making tea.

Chuck finally took a look around at his friends and noticed that they were all still bleeding slightly. He tried to use Waterbending to heal the cut on his arm, but it was difficult to do, since his dominant arm was the injured arm.

Seeing that Chuck was struggling, Bob offered to help.

"Here, let me see your arm," he said and he held his hand out.

Chuck gave him his arm. Bob muttered some words under his breath and held his wand above the cut. Almost instantly, the laceration seemed to stitch itself back together. Chuck flexed his arm and smiled.

"Wow, that was awesome," he said with admiration.

Bob shrugged. "It's just a healing spell."

Chuck then began to work on healing his friends. Thankfully, their injuries were mostly minor, with Seb's split lip and Jeff's fractured wrist being the worst. Bob helped Chuck with the healing as much as he could.

Once they had their tea, Bob invited them to sit down.

"How did you know what was going on up there?" Sebastien asked.

"The same way that I knew that Amelia had been captured," Bob said as David picked up something that was sitting on the table next to him. It was a round object that had been spinning, like a top.

Unfortunately, the object slipped out of David's grasp and smashed onto the floor! Chuck looked at him reproachfully.

"Don't worry about it. That happens sometimes," Bob said, and with a wave of his wand, the pieces reformed themselves and the object was placed back on the table.

"What are all these things?" David asked, staring at them in wonder.

"They're Dark Detectors. Sneakoscopes and Foe-Glasses and Secrecy Sensors, stuff like that," Bob said.

When everyone stared at him with blank expressions, he elaborated.

"You see, all of these items are capable of detecting darkness and dark magic. They're pretty useful since I'm the landlord. I have the right to know what's going on in my building. Anyway, last night around midnight, I could see an image of my enemies, namely Beckett and his goons, reflected in the Foe-Glass clear as if I were looking right at them. That meant that they were somewhere in the building. Then the Sneakoscope and the Secrecy Sensors both started going crazy. That's when I knew that something was up. When I went to investigate, I saw them carrying Amelia out of the building. By that time, there wasn't anything I could do without hurting Amelia. Today, I was going about my business as normal when they started acting up again, so I decided to come and investigate."

"Well, we're certainly glad you stepped in when you did. I don't think we would have lasted much longer," Sebastien said and his friends nodded in agreement.

"It's not a problem. There's no one in this world that I hate more than William Beckett."

"Why do you hate him so much? I mean, obviously he's not a great person, but did he do something to you, or something?" Pierre asked as he took another sip of tea.

"I just hate what he's done to this city. I've lived in Chicago all my life and it's only gotten worse since he took over. He's just a pompous asshole, plain and simple. He's got no respect for anyone and thinks that he's better than everyone. I'm just really sick of him and he deserves to die," Bob shrugged.

Everyone pretty much nodded in agreement.

"So, that was some pretty impressive magic you displayed back there. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but don't most wizards have to say a spell in order to use it?" Jeff asked, changing the subject.

For once, Bob smiled.

"Well, when you have almost a century's worth of practice, you get pretty good at casting nonverbal spells."

"How old are you?" David wondered.

"Somewhere around 120, I think," Bob replied, scratching his head.

"Are you immortal?" Chuck asked.

Bob shook his head. "Far from it, actually. Wizards just age at a slower rate than most mortals."

Everyone nodded and it was silent again while everyone drank their tea.

"So Bob, if they took Amelia, where do you think she would be?" Sebastien asked.

Bob thought for a moment.

"Well, my best bet would be that they took her to their mansion, which is on the outskirts of town."