Giving you guys an early update because I got excited for the next few parts haha and I'll be filming on the 14th and 15th, so you all will get an extra update then too!

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Arban scraped his long fingernails along the stone of his chair. Abraham had brought him some cushions to make him more comfortable, but the cool, damp cave was quickly losing its charm. His clothes were new, though, and much more comfortable in making than he was used to wearing. He'd spent the last month observing all of the changes the mortals had made to the world and was quite impressed and disgusted by how things had developed. As the society seemed to advance in technology, robots got smarter while people got dumber.

Where was their survival instinct? He'd gluttoned himself out on drunks and prostitutes, wandering around in the dark, baked out of their mind on whatever substance they used. It made the blood sour, but he'd taken Abraham's warning to heart. He'd never admit it to the boy, though. He wasn't afraid of the Volturi; in fact, he felt pretty secure from them. But if he caught their attention, he'd surely catch Hecate's as well. That, he could do without for a little longer.

A shadow in the mouth of the cave moved, and Arbans lips turned up in satisfaction. "Judas, Katherine, how good of you to finally grace me with your presence."

"I almost killed your pet, Arban," says Katherine as she stalks into the torch light, a smirk on her beautiful face. Her skin was naturally tanned, but the years of imprisonment gave her a waxy, pale complexion that made her look sick. He was sure it was driving her and her vanity up a wall. As it was, she'd done her very best to pin up her dark brown curls and smudge under her eyes in what the humans now call 'eyeliner'. She wore a simple white dress that was tight around her bodice that only had one strap across her shoulder, and flowed out easily at her hips, stopping mid thigh like an airy bell. She wore pointed white heels that didn't belong in a cave any more than she did, yet she made it look elegant and graceful as she glided towards him.

"Yes, Abraham has a tendency to grate on one's nerves when you're hungry. However, I should like him to remain in one piece, for now."

"Why are we here? What is your plan?" Asked Judas impatiently. He wore a scowl on his face, not bothering to be pleasant. He'd had enough of Katherine's incessant purring and flirtatious nature. He'd finally been set free, and he wanted to lash out and take his vengeance for it. He too, had struggled with not tearing off the redhead's scalp. Being rationed when he was as hungry as he was, was almost too much to bare.

Judas had a head of combed back black hair, and a full, short beard , a prominent brow, and crimson eyes that demanded answers. He wore a stained baby blue t-shirt that was too large for him, and some dirt spotted brown pants that made his legs look too skinny. Clearly he didn't care as much for his appearance as Katherine did.

"Patience, Judas. We will wait for the rest of the family."

"Niklous will not come," says Judas. "And neither will Louis."

"Niklous will come," disagrees Arban as Katherine comes around to sit on the arm of his stone chair. "His siblings...if they are still alive, will follow. Eventually. You may be right about Louis, however. It is no matter. This early in the process he is inconsequential and we will bring him back in due time."

"I'm not doing anything until I have tasted Winchester blood," snarls Judas, his hand curling into a claw down by his hip.

Katherine groans, rolling her eyes. "He's been complaining about them since he was freed. Can we lock him back up? Just another century?"

Arban would have sighed if he were human. Why was it that two of his most annoying children had to come to him first? Why couldn't it have been Henry, or Millie? Judas snarled at Katherine, finally losing his temper, and launched himself at his little sister. Arban was up in an instant, knocking him to the cave wall in one strong backhanded motion. Judas crashed into the stone and bits of debris slid down with him, crumbling into his lap like confetti.

"If you cannot control yourselves, I will tear you apart and keep your heads on pedestals until I have need of you," hisses Arban. Judas winces, rubbing the back of his head as he climbs back to his feet, still glaring at Katherine, who looks a little too smug for his tastes.

"Fine," he snaps, instead.

"I'm sorry," Katherine apologizes, though she sounded anything but.

Arban looks up to the ceiling, pondering what in the world ever made him sire such insolent children.