Breanna's Searching was cut short when the door of the conference room started creaking open. Hearing other people on the other side of the room she ran to the corner off the room and behind a random statue where it was darker and harder to see. Bre stood there silently, hardly breathing, listening. As she stood there listening she heard a voice on the other side of the door. "Are you sure you heard someone down here Matt? I didn't hear anything." the voice had a thick Southern accent likely from Alabama or Tennessee.

A second voice spoke, this one with an accent that she couldn't place, "Yes Allen I'm sure. It sounded like a girl, and they were calling for someone. They yelled pretty loudly are you sure you didn't here."

So Matt and Allen, Bre thought but I heard more footsteps than just two sets.

"Oh come on Poppet, we can just look inside and if there's know on there then we'll just head back and wait for the others." A very British voice rang out sweetly but still managing to make Bre shiver.

The door creaked a little more and four figures stepped in. The first one was about the same height as Zeek standing at about six foot three and wearing a red plaid shirt and jeans. The second one was a few inches shorter than the first and the most noticeable things were the bomber jacket and the baseball bat with nails sticking out. The third one had long blond hair reaching to his shoulders and a cigarette sticking out of his mouth lightly blowing plumes of smoke out. The fourth one was the most...colorful. His blond hair was shaded light pink, His vest was a pastel blue with a pastel pink undershirt and tan pants. the four of them walked into the room staring at everything they thought might be hiding someone. The second person started walking towards the corner Bre was hiding in causing Bre to pull her head down to make sure she was hidden. after a few agonizing seconds, the footsteps seemed to leave. "I haven't seen anyone Matt are you sure it was here?" the Southern voice called across the room and it echoed, making it hard to pinpoint the location of the person who she now dubbed Allen. Daring to peek around the statue she saw three of the four people checking the various statues and curtains around the room. Bre froze when she felt something touch her back it felt small and sharp. After a second of calculation, she came to the conclusion that it was one of the nails on Allen's bat, and that Allen was behind her. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

Turning carefully raising her hands she spoke softly," Breanna Michelson, and I'm just looking for my brother honest."

The man standing over her chuckled, "Looks Like you were right Matt. It was a girl looking for someone." He called over his shoulder and Bre leaned forward and saw the other three people standing behind Allen. Bre jumped when Allen spoke again, So if you were just looking for your brother then why do you have multiple bags with you? Going by Matt's description you were pretty frantic. He couldn't have been gone long." Allen's voice was smooth but did nothing to ease the anxiety peeking in the girl.

Breanna was snapped out of her thoughts as Matt spoke, "She looks Like a runaway. She likely ran with her brother then they got separated. Listen, kid, We've been here for over an hour and no one has come in the front door. I'm not entirely sure how you got in here without us noticing but I suggest you leave. You'll have a better chance at finding you brother like that anyways."

Breanna was just about to just get up and leave when her voice decided to make itself known, "What do you mean no one has come in through the front door? It's not like I teleported here."

Four confused faces stared back at her. "Poppet, do you remember how you got here?" the British spoke softly. Bre opened her mouth to answer but she stopped when she tried to recall what happened. She shook her head causing all of the male occupants of the room to straighten up and Allen to lower his bat a little. "What is the last thing you remember?"

"My brother and I were heading to his friend's house when we were cornered by some guys and his lackeys," Bre started but stuttered when she tried to finish, "and, and one of them went to punch me but..." She trailed off.

"But what? Come on hurry up." Allen commanded

"There was a flash of light and I opened my eye's to find myself here but m brother wasn't."

"I thought I sensed something about you." The Brit said making Bre shiver. "How long have you been here?"

"A-About ten minutes. M-maybe"

The smile on the Brit's face grew wider sending more chills down the girl's spine. "I thought so. You see you have a rather powerful, albeit suppressed, magic aura surrounding you. So when you were in danger your magic teleported you to safety." As he explained this the three men surrounding him stared at him in shock.

"What about my brother?"

"Oh that's right you were with your brother. I'm sorry poppet but I'm not sure what happened to him. Teleporting even one person takes a considerable amount of power. The fact that you teleported yourself speaks a lot for your power. If you did teleport him as well you likely got separated because you could not 'carry' him all the way here." He reached hiss hand out to help Breanna up while saying, "I'm Oliver by the way,but you can just call me Ollie, it's nice to meet you. Those two boys over there are my sons."

"I'm Allen, looks like you got yourself in quite the predicament ." Allen shook Bre's hand and smiled sweetly. All traces of malice from earlier were gone.

"I'm Matthieu, but just call me Matt." He shook Bre's hand and She nodded.

"This is my husband. Come on introduce yourself." Ollie pointed to the man standing in the back with a board expression and a fresh cigarette hanging from his lips.

"I'm Francois." The previously silent man spoke in a thick French accent and a monotone voice. Unlike the others, he did not shake her hand.

Allen's voice suddenly drew the attention of everyone, "So If you're a runaway then what made you leave?"

Bre visibly stiffened at this question. I just met them should I trust them? Well, Ollie said that I teleported away from the danger so I should be safe. Oh but he could be lying. what do I do

"Poppet," Oliver said hesitantly braking Breanna out of her thoughts.

"I'd rather not talk about that right now," Bre replied shakily.

Just as Oliver was about to respond the sound of a large door opening and some voices from what sounded like downstairs alerted the group of five to more arrivals. "Ah, it looks like Xiao and Viktor have arrived." Oliver clapped his hands happily. " We were going to have a meeting today so if you want to sit in for a little bit you're welcome to it." Allen looked as if he was going to say something but Oliver cut him off, "Of course, there are things that are to be discussed that we can't have outside ears talking about so you would have to leave for that bit." Bre nodded her mind still reeling from what she recently found out about herself. I'm sorry Zeek. I hope you're safe brother.

(AN) Ok, Chapter two done, and wow about 1,300 words In the first chapter it had 1,700 so in total I have 3,000 words now! I don't usually write this much but someone reviewed on one of my other stories saying only I knew what was happening so I had to put details to convey the story. Hopefully, I have actually done that. Also, thank you to the people who reviewed and followed.