I'm back. I'm going to stop apologizing for the long waits because I'm sure you guys are expecting them by now…

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Ok that's enough of me advertising. This should be a more Elizabeta and maybe some Kiku focused chapter and then perhaps after that I can start on the stuff that was supposed to happen three chapters ago. ONWARDS!

They lived in the sewers. That was a fact Elizabeta longed to forget, longed to change. The smell of waste, sweat and decaying animals was distracting to say the least, especially to her 'enhanced' senses. It didn't help that the place was packed with people. Well, mostly people. They had vampires, werewolves, shape-shifters, and the occasional human in their ranks. All of them fighting for the same thing.

Freedom.

Freedom. Such a beautiful word, a word so carelessly used by the majority of the Earth's population, not fully understood until it's stripped from them. Elizabeta hadn't known it's true meaning until she had been turned. Man did she thank the heavens that she looked old for her age, her human age.

Because of that a class of '76 Freshman in High School had made it to Junior year (several times) with very few people noticing the fact that she hadn't aged. Besides the few remarks like "You know, I don't think you've changed at all since I've met you." of course. Of course when the Rebellion had started up it had become much harder to keep her little 'condition' a secret, with the many late nights spent locked in the 'war council room' (if it could even be called that, it was mainly a small closet used for storage of machinery) planning her attack.

And then she had met Gilbert, the albino boy.

Oh how she had despised him when they had first met. He was annoying, loud, and rude always with a insult on the tip of his tongue, laughing at the smaller kids in the school, flirting with all the girls (who usually giggled and flirted back like the fake blonde idiots they were) - and the pranks he pulled with his gang. The Bad Touch Trio they called themselves, a fitting title, Elizabeta thought.

But then she began to look closer, Gilbert was strong, strong enough to pin his younger brother (who probably could drop out of high school…..and of course his 'extracurricular activities'- and become a bodybuilder with little trouble at all.) If you looked past all the teasing and practical jokes he was actually pretty kind, he and his friends tended to act as sort of a justice system in the school, defending some of the students from those at the school with more violent tendencies, not to mention that most of his family was working for the Institute which would help the Rebellion quite a lot. (Feliciano was an amazing spy but Elizabeta always worried about what would happen if he got caught, he was never a very good liar, Gilbert could definitely help. So after two years worth of careful consideration she decided to turn him. He would've been trained and conditioned as a soldier by now too if his younger brother hadn't stepped in at the last moment. Elizabeta had been surprised Ludwig hadn't killed Gilbert upon realizing what he had become, but instead he had taken the albino home, nursed him to full strength, and even covered for him so their parents (who were respected officials at the Institute) wouldn't find out that their eldest son was now a bloodthirsty vampire.

But even before the idea of rebellion had been planted in her head, even before she had became an Abnormal she had had the pleasure of meeting a person she was now sure would force the opposing side into checkmate. Matthew. It had been a lucky coincidence that she had been hunting in Canada that day, and an even luckier one that she had spotted him. Right off she could tell he wasn't normal, something about the way he moved, too graceful for a toddler, something about the way he smelled, like cat hair and tuna. Intrigued she had studied (not stalked, studied, there's a difference, or so she told herself) him for the rest of that day, following him and his brother to a playground and 'accidently' pushed the neko down (ok maybe not accidently, what could she say she wanted to test out a theory. That theory being that cats always land on their feet, news flash, they don't.) - and he had started to cry.

Elizabeta had honestly no idea why she had done it at first, it had only occurred to her later (about ten years later) that she might've just given herself the upper hand. But the vampire, whose mother had been a witch, cast a spell on the small boy, and now Matthew had nine lives making him probably the most important being in existence, at least in her book, not that she was going to use the boy, she was just going to advise him to do a few things for her, and maybe give him a little nudge here and there.

"Eliza." A surprisingly high-pitched voice broke Elizabeta out of her reverie. Standing behind her was a tall, brunette soldier whose uniform was embellished with a few pins and buttons advertising famous symphonies, wind ensembles, and long dead composers. She arched an eyebrow at him.

"General Héderváry." He corrected, rolling his eyes and giving her a half-hearted, two-fingered salute.

Elizabeta smiled cheekily at him. "Yes Captain Roderich?" She answered, making sure to stress his title too.

"We just received word from Lilli," At Elizabeta's slightly panicked look, Roderich reassured her "don't worry she used a burner cell, they shouldn't be able to trace it, but she did have some rather unsettling news. She and Feliciano spotted a small group of scouts from the Institute tracking the Abnormal refugees to their hideout."

"How many is a small group?"

"Three or four at most. But one of them is Feliciano's brother."

Elizabeta hummed and nodded. "Four scouts wouldn't be a problem normally, but if Felicano's brother, what was his name, Lovino? Well if Lovino finds out that Feliciano, and dare I call him this, Ludwig are traitors things could get complicated."

"Not to mention that they're very likely to call in backup if they realize just how many abnormals are hiding out there." Roderich pointed out.

Elizabeta hissed, the scouts would be easy to take care of, in fact she was sure that it would take only one of the refugees to incapacitate them but Insitute back up usually consisted of a force of forty to fifty soldiers, six tired Abnormals and four humans wouldn't stand a chance against a platoon of trained killers.

"How many men can we spare?" She asked.

"Not enough, maybe twenty five, most of them human." Roderich shrugged.

"It'll have to do, prepare them to move out immediately."

Roderich nodded and turned on his heel to leave.

"Oh and Captain? Bringing Matthew and Gilbert back here is your priority. It would be nice if you could save the others as well but they are the only two I care about." She cocked her head and considered for a moment. "Okay and Kiku, he's fun to fangirl with."

Roderich shook his head. "Yes General…."

"Love you~" Elizabeta singsonged before turning and walking purposefully away.

After the kiss it had taken awhile for Feliciano to stop his embarrassed ramblings and get his thoughts together again, but when he did his amber eyes went wide and he started speaking a mile-a-minute.

"Oh-a no, I-a forgot! Those trackers! I-a forgot to tell-a Miss Elizabeta about them, I forgot to warn-a you about them! Their coming this-a way, they'll-a be here before-a dark, you've got to get-a out of here, Lovino, he's-a coming."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down mi amigo." Antonio was the first to break the confused silence following the little Italian's out-burst. "What's this about Lovino?"

Feliciano took a deep breath and spoke again, thankfully slower this time. "My fratello. He's-a part of the Institute." At most of their uncomprehending looks he elaborated. "It's-a organization that-a hunts people like you guys, my fratello and I are-a members, Lovi is...well he's tracking you-a down. He's trying to-a kill you. I saw him with Mr. Ivan and Miss. Natalia and-a more people are-a coming." By the end of the Feliciano's eyes had filled with tears and he had started sobbing.

Everyone looked at each other frantically, equal parts shocked and horrified. But none were as shocked as Antonio. He had practically grown up with the Vargas twins, they had been neighbors for as long as he could remember, he had had sleep overs at their house, he even had had a crush on Lovino for a short time. He knew Lovi had a temper but he couldn't imagine the Italian boy being a killer! Being a spy for a rebellion was one thing, but a trained killer, that was another thing entirely. He shifted closer to Francis who immediately put an arm around him, without even looking up Antonio could tell he and the Frenchman were thinking the same thing; 'What the hell happened to our normal lives?'

Beside them Gilbert had reached for Matthew's hand and was now holding it like a lifeline, he wouldn't admit out-loud that he was terrified but he was sure that the Neko would get the message. Matthew squeezed back, his tail thrashing wildly hitting Gilbert in the back of the legs. His ears, hidden beneath his curls were pinned to the sides of his skull. All he had wanted to do was to get away from all this, and now it looked like they were all going to be thrown head-first into the middle of a war, of course it had looked like that before but now it was, well for lack of a better word, real. It was going to happen and there seemed to be almost nothing they could do to stop it.

Of course it was Ludwig that broke the silence. He stepped forward, the very picture of calm and collected and, with a determined look in his eye, gave them a very simple command.

"We fight."

And there it is, the product of my two months of extended writers block and laziness, hope it was worth it and if any of you live in the area hope to see you at Sakura!