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Rebecca leaned casually against a lamp post, cupping her pale hands to her face and blowing air on them. It was more for the benefit of the humans around her then to actually keep her hands warm- things like cold and heat hadn't bothered her for a long, long time. She was waiting for her informant on the movements of the werewolves- they were getting uncomfortably close, and her master didn't like it. As third-in-command, Rebecca had to keep an eye on these things.

She looked up as a sleek, slim pod pulled up in front of her, the passenger door sliding up. Inside was Zeke- her informant, a fresh convert of her master's. "Hey Becca," he said, giving her a grin from behind dark shades.

"Zeke," she acknowledged, leaning against the door frame. "You have my information?" Zeke nodded, holding a file out to her. She pushed dark red hair out of her eyes as she reached for it, then frowned as he held it just out of reach.

"Read it somewhere discreet," he said, then grinned at her again. "It's for your eyes only, baby." Rebecca sighed, rolling her eyes- it was like Zeke to flirt with her every chance he got. He handed her the file, a plain, nondescript manila folder.

"Get out of here," she said, stepping away from the pod. "I'll see you later." Zeke nodded as the door closed, then took off through the busy city. Rebecca watched his taillights fade, then turned and headed back to her "apartment." she needed to sort through the new information in peace.

The woods by this medium sized town were perfect. There were fresh streams, caverns, and so many lovely trees. The only problem was the inhabitants of the city. It wasn't home to just humans. Vampires dwelt there as well. It was clear to the wolves' noses as they ran and played.

The scent was hard to describe, flooding Damian's nostrils, making them feel like he'd stuck it into ice cold water on a dare. The vampires, however, had yet to show their faces, but this was their territory, since they'd moved in the area. It could be a problem, it might not be. Right now, it was worth the risk.

The pack was content, laying about in the cold moonlight, most in wolf form. Damian's own brown streaked white coat shimmered and his skin twitched. For now, he supposed all the could do was wait and feed themselves, until the hand was revealed.

Rebecca's apartment was more of a loft, really, located near the outskirts of the city. As soon as she had gotten inside, she took her jacket off and sat down on the couch, opening the file. Inside were pieces of paper with tracking information scrawled on them, as well as photos of a few weres in the area.

"Oh, man," she breathed, leaning forward as she picked up a picture. They were closer then she expected. The Master would not be happy about it. In fact...

Rebecca looked up as her cell phone buzzed from inside her coat. She lunged for it, digging through the pocket to get the phone before it went to voicemail. Only two people had her number- and both could kill her for not picking up.

"Rebecca," a cool voice said over the line. "You need to take care of this."

"Yes, Master," Rebecca said, concealing a soft sigh. The line went dead, and Rebecca was left staring at the file on her table. Of course, as the third-in-command it was her job to take care of any "trash"- but sometimes, she wished she didn't have to.

Ten minutes later she was walking to the edges of town, where it changed abrutply into forest. She stood at the edge of the woods, listening for any signs of movement.

Damian was never happy with sitting still, and was bored fidgeting. Eventually, he was moving again, with a purpose this time. There was a small halfcircle of wolves, sitting in front of a scarred male, as well as a female with the longest hair Damian had ever witnessed on a wolf. Both were starting to gray around the muzzles, but from the attention they were recieving, it was clear who was in charge.

Entering the area, the alpha fell quite, and true to custom, Damian lowered himself to his stomach, crawling forward and nuzzling the buttom of the male's maw, then did the same to the female, though the gray muzzled male watched intently. "We're discussing who shall go into the vampirie lair, act as an a peacemaker, Damian."

"Cyrus, a peacemaker? Why not take over this area?" Damian asked, curious, and joining the others in the circle. He was no special member, but anyone who wished could hear what was decided, and offer their opinions to their alpha. They'd simple preform the Ritual of Respect, get filled in, and plop down. The white, shaggy wolf shook his head before tilting it. "We don't even know if they know we are here yet...why not push them from the area?"

"That's not our way. We left for that reason, why would we bestow this misforture unto others?"

Damian was silent for this, and Cyrus continued, "I believe we could live in peace, though it would be strange. As a matter of fact, that's why we are still here. No one knows the best way to approach these vampires, since they wouldn't understand our customs...if they do not come to us soon, we must send someone to them. Sheila is sure she saw a human form in the trees earlier, and took a count of our pack. We were all here, so the vampiries know we are here." Damian bit his tounge, resisting the urge to point out it was pronounced 'vampire' instead of 'vampirie'.

"Damian should do it." A new voice filled the air, and multiple heads turned to the source. A large brown wolf stood on all fours and shook himself, staring at the white one. His gaze wasn't outright a challenge, however, the glint behind them made Damian want to growl and lunge at him. This was Maliki, a strong contender for the next alpha. Perhaps he hoped Damian would be killed in the process, and he would be one less enemy. "It would be a good learning lesson, since he thinks the cold beasts should give their home up for us..."

Cyrus debated this for a while, laying down. The female seemed to think as well, and finally spoke. "I think it would be good..." Her blue eyes were clouded over, and there was much debate in the pack as to whether or not their alpha female was blind. "I think Damian should do it. He is rather good with words."

It was decided before she finished, Damian knew, since pack males were devoted to their females, and the eyes Cyrus turned to Sheila were full of that worship. "When the send someone to us, you will be the voice of the pack. If no one comes tonight, we will send out scouts to find them, and send you to them, Ayramejet..."

Damian's head lowered, another sign of respect as his alpha gave the command, though he wished to howl and growl. His wolf name being used made him feel unlucky as well. Wolves had two names, their wolf name, and their human name. The human name was commonly used, and the wolf was rarely said. It was believed the name spoken too much would reveal it's secret. And secrets had power, so you would lose that power.

The group broke up, wolves trotting off to bring the news to the others. The pack totalled twenty seven in all. It was extremely large, but it hadn't been big enough to protect their land. Now they were having to contend with vampires. Damian growled as he left the group, and shook himself, as if to get rid of the task he'd been assigned. His nose would never stop burning in this strange land...

It wasn't long after scouts were sent out, and soon after that, a howl, high pitched, reached Damian's ears. "Stranger!" It sang out. "Stranger. Neighbor!" The whole pack was on it's feet in seconds, staring towards it. A small dark brown female burst through the trees a moment later. "Vampire. Female. Edge..." She paused to pant loudly, "Of the forest...I don't know if she's coming to speak with us...Or if she's friendly. I smelled it, strongly, and moved towards the scent. She wasn't bothering to hide..."

"Let her come to us, in case she is here for a war declaration...Let her come to the pack. Damian." The white wolf glanced towards him. "You will go to her as the alpha, you will speak with her. Secrets have power, our pack's identity will remain hidden from these stranger neighbors until we decide if they are friendly. Keep in mind, we wish for peace." The wolf nodded it's head, before turning to that area. He was quivering from excitement. Every werewolf was told of the horrible looking leeches as a bedtime story, much like little red riding hood was told to human children to make them listen. How horrible was this creature going to look? Would it be worse than the stories?

(Sorry my earlier post was so short...Had to leave. ^u^ Hope you like.)

They had seen her, or at least one of them had, a small, brown wolf. Rebecca followed after her a few seconds after the small wolf had taken off, figuring she'd have to go to them. She didn't have time to stand at the edge of the woods for forever. She ducked under branches and stepped around bushes, glad that she'd worn her boots to protect her legs. Rebecca cursed as a branch caught at her hair and tore a few strands out- she was short, standing at only 5'3", but the branches were low enough to be a nuisance.

She wasn't sure how to handle the situation- something like this had never happened during her time as Commandant en troisieme, although she'd only been third for a few decades. It had happened once, when she was younger, but she'd been too young to have any participation in things. Of course, most thought Rebecca was too young for her position.

In a vampire coven, there were rings of power, and ranks were determined by age and power. the old third, a vampire by the name of Louis, had passed away when Rebecca was younger (the method of death was best left alone- it had been nasty, to say the least.) There had been a power gap, and many vampires had struggled for the position- but in the end, it had been given to Rebecca. Of all the vampires up for consideration, she had been "special", favoured by her master. Of course, the second in command, Allistair, wasn't happy about it, and hated Rebecca with a passion.

She followed the scent of the wolves to a place where the smell was almost overwhelmingly strong. She didn't know what it was, but the smell of wolf was so weird. Some of the other vampires couldn't stand it, said it blocked up their airways. For Rebecca, it was more just a heavy, unpleasant scent, but one she could handle.

She paused at the edge, shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably. How did she approach this? "Hello," she called out questioningly. She took a deep, cold breath to settle her beating heart, searching the darkness for the wolves. "I've come to speak with the apha."

[oh gosh, I'm sorry, it's so short D:]

Damian hesitated, before moving forward. The wolves around him twitched and fidgeted, though a few let out a welcoming woof. It was a quiet sound in their nose, more of a snort than anything. As a group, they wagged their tails slowly. All around, eyes were wary. Damian's own were unsure, though he did as commanded, standing in front of the female. He was tall, and the female was short. He could almost stare at her in the eyes. He glanced back, to the true alpha.

"Go on." Cyrus encouraged, though it was doubtful the vampire would understand. Most of the speech of a wolf was by simple movement. The eyes, ears, tail, fur, among many other tiny items.

Nervous about showing his weaker form, Damian shook himself, and shifted, melting and molding his form. It was done quickly and smoothly, with much practice. It took a split second for the whole process. "I am the Alpha Damian of the Cresent Moon pack. We've come in peace...We would offer you to hunt with us, however, since our...food sources differ, I doubt you'd wish to join. We would like to share this area with you and your cover." His words made him stand tall, pride filling his voice. As a human, his hair was an almost impossible shade of blonde, with brown highlights in it. His skin was tanned and leaned. It was as if his whole body was bred simply to run and rip an animal's throat out. He looked human now, but there was something off.

His yellow eyes peered at her closely, as a human, he was much taller than her, at an even six feet, and he began evaluating this new neighor. She was a suprise, and it was a bit hard to keep that from his eyes. Rather than an ugly hag with razor sharp dripping fangs, there stood a fiery red head, with rather lovely...assests. He leaned forward slightly, inhaling. Sharp, cold air shot up into his nostrils, making goosebumps break out on his exposed skin, only wearing deercloth pants. Her scent was clearly female, though it still made him with to growl and attack. Surely this would be impossible. Cyrus was wrong...

Rebecca watched, with a mixture of curiousity and awe, as the monster wolf before her shifted into a man. It had taken only a second, but it was long enough for her to see it. She pursed her lips slightly- her throat suddenly felt dry. Not a painful, burning dry, like when she needed to feed, but a dusty dry, like the sun had withered away her vocal chords. She inhaled, trying to find her voice, and had the thick scent of werewolf clog her throat. She had a feeling this would be a long night.

"I'm Rebecca, of the West Haven Coven," she said, her voice small as she spoke. She cleared her throat, shaking her head slightly. Dark violet eyes examined the male before him- he looked human, but there was something slightly off, something that spoke of earth and magic and fierceness. His presence made her fangs elongate and her eyes narrow slightly, but she was inexplicably curious about him. She averted her eyes to prevent herself from staring- Allistair would tear her throat out for such thoughts, not to mention what the master would do to her.

"I've come with a warning," she began again, her voice stronger this time, then paused and bit her full bottom lip. She cursed silently as she accidentally pierced it, a small bead of blood appearing. She flicked her tongue over it, shaking her head at her carelessness. She continued, her words careful, hesitant. She didn't want to say what she had to. "My master is not happy about your presence," she said, looking back up at him. He towered over her, making her feel tiny and vulnerable. She hesitated, trying to find what she wanted to say.

"There are other places," she said finally, looking at him. "Why do you choose here, so close to your enemies?"

Rebecca introduced herself, no title, and no custom. So she wasn't the coven master...Damian's thoughts were verified a moment later. "A warning?" The werewolf repeated, his eyebrows lifting as he stared down at her. The wolves in the glade echoed his thoughts as growls rose up. Damian lifted his arms, crossing them over his chest.

Selecting his own words carefully, he answered her questions, without giving away too many details. "These are dark times for anyone who lives in the night. People you think were friends can quickly turn into enemies. People you thought were enemies could become worthy friends." He hesitated here, once again glancing away. After taking instructions from Cyrus, Damian turned back to her, his eyes darkened.

He growled softly, and shook himself in human form, finally glaring at her and speaking through gritted teeth. "We choose here because the hunting is good. So, your Master wishes us gone? What..." The wolf hesitated, before a growl behind him forced him to continue. "What price would it cost for us to settle here?"

The air seemed to sizzle as the situation quickly grew tense. Rebecca held her ground, the chorus of growls causing her to bare her fangs slightly. She shook her head, reminding herself that she had to play nice. Her master did not want any kind of war started right now.

"I don't know his terms," she said, her voice cool. "You may stay, if you please. But I can offer you no security. My people would not hesitate to kill you." It was no kind of threat, just a quiet, calm guarantee. Vampires went through phases that followed the moon closely. Each had a certain period of time where they suffered from terrible rage and bloodlust, and would kill anything and anyone if not cared for properly. Each vamp had a different way of coping- Rebecca locked herself in a reinforced chamber until the time passed. She knew her master would never permit it, but she could see Allistair considering the wolves a great target for the blood-raged vampires. She pursed her lips, watching Damien with careful eyes. She looked young and vulnerable next to him- not only was she shorter, but she had "died" in her late teens, and still had the pale glow of youth about her.

As she studied him, she noticed there was something increasingly wrong about this picture. Damien didn't smell... well, like a leader. He smelled like a strong, fit male, but he lacked a certain... essence. His being didn't say "alpha" to her, although he could certainly pass for the part.

She eyed him coolly, debating on calling him out on a bluff. If she was wrong (and she didn't know enough about wolves to ensure she was right), they could kill her then and there. She wouldn't fight them, not to kill anyways. And she had the feeling she'd have to kill to escape. She settled for giving him a hard look, then tucked her hands into her coat pockets and scuffed her toes along the dirt as she waited patiently for him to speak. It was something her master had taught her- let your enemy speak, and give away no more then necessary.

As she spoke, the group had shifted, encircling her. Twenty seven wolves, all amazingly large. They were all growling, low in their throats, though it seemed as if they were discussing this rather than threatening her. Damian paused to growl at them all. How was he supposed to do his job if they wouldn't shut up?

All the wolves fell silent, as if he was their alpha, except for Maliki, who snarled. Even after Damian stared him down, and the wolf had laid, Maliki's fangs were bared. "That's not peace." Damian finally ground out, his eyes narrowing. "Are you saying, then, that your Master will not allow peace between us, that he would view us not as neighbors, but enemies?" He stepped forward, closer to the female, so she could feel the heat from his body. "Are you saying there shall be war between us?"

His meaning was clear, though couldn't technically be classified as a threat. "I will ask again. What is the price of peace to your people?"

Every movement from the wolves stopped, and they leaned foward, staring intently at the female. She was, after all, in the midst of them. And if there was no chance of peace, well, they had no where else to go. A coven of vampires was prefered to an army of there own. They could take one out now, or perhaps have a hostage to use against them. Either way...

Cyrus pushed up, standing on Damian's left side, his old eyes filled with sadness. His pack would never be the same, no matter what she said, and he didn't like that he'd have to lead them through the changing times.

Rebecca tilted her chin up to look at him, her eyes narrowed warily. She was suddenly and acutely aware of them surrounding her- it made her nervous. "I am not master of my coven," she said pointedly, watching him with careful violet eyes. "I cannot speak for him." He startled her when he took a step towards her- the heat of his skin scorched her, a warm, almost uncomfortable heat across her cool skin.

"I-I don't know," she said, her calm facade cracking. She could work under pressure, but she didn't know what she was working with. She hated sounding like a scared child- and she wasn't scared, she was just... intimidated. She hadn't known they were going to be so scary.

She forced herself to hold her ground, even though her body screamed at her to run. She may have been a vampire, but she was only a third-ranked vampire- and so far away from the other two that made up the Tripower, she had very little strength besides those naturally bestowed to her kind. She had a feeling that wouldn't be enough here.

"Please, leave before something bad happens." Her words were tiny sounding, no real threat behind them. She felt trapped, and her calm, cool, professional facade was slipping away.

The brown wolf with hair that trailed along the ground stood, her slim frame moving quickly. When she stood beside her mate, she shifted. The woman who took her place wore a thin gown, and her hair, much like her wolf form's, touched the ground. "Back up, Damian!" She commanded, and the male hesitated, confused, but did as she asked. "We can't leave. Where are we to go? Whether this will be good, or whether it will devestate our pack, we have no choice." The other wolves seemed to take this to heart as well, and all except Cyrus and herself back up quickly, leaving a much wider space with the three wolves and vampire.

Shelia turned to the woman, her own blue eyes cloudy. "Why did your master not come? We will go to him then. Damian, go with Miss. Rebecca, meet the Master of the coven." She took a deep breath. "Explain all the details. Hopefully, a vampire still has pity in it's still heart." Despite her words, she smiled kindly at Rebecca. "Perhaps, while our new guest shows you to her master, you can tell her our story as well."

Damian whined, and lowered his head slightly, before nodding. He didn't wanna! "There isn't any chance of this without war." He was still in human form, and spoke normally.

Sheila shrugged, "We won't know unless we try. Plus, your Time is coming soon, so you are probably the strongest male at the moment. If things go bad, you can make your way back to us. Don't forget. Kind." She glared at the male, and he looked away immediately, whining once more.

He turned back to Rebecca. There was a moment where he actually looked at her, took in her firey red hair, her strange violet eyes (No wolf ever had eyes like that.) and the tiny glimmer of fear. The wolf in him lit up, a guilt chewed at him. Females were to be treasured, protected, and he was the reason for the glimmer of fear. "Fine then. I'll meet this Master, and we will find out from him what we have to do for peace. Lead the way, please." His mouth twitched, and he added, "Miss. Rebecca..."

Rebecca jumped, startled, as another wolf shifted, this time a female. She spoke with power and dignity, although her blue eyes were oddly clouded over. "I'm third in command in our coven," she said, with a soft shrug. They really expected her master to come out? "I am the one who takes care of such matters."

Rebecca couldn't help but gape as the female instructed Damien to go with her. With her, to the coven? To see the master?! She couldn't just sashay in there with the male in tow, but the female's mind seemed to be made up. She stared at him helplessly as he spoke, still dumbstruck about the new turn of events.

"Rebecca is fine," she said, her voice faint. "Alright, fine," she said, making a decision that could very well end up getting her killed. She pushed her hair out of her eyes, looking up at Damien with critical eyes.

"Look, I don't know how things work in your pack, but I can't just simply bring you to my master," she said, feeling more confident now. "These are delicate matters, and you walking in there could very well get you, and me, killed." She took a deep breath, trying not to grimace at the heavy wolf scent. "I'll call my master, but until he says yes or no, you'll have to stay with me." She paused, tilting her head to the side as she considered where she could take him. She whinced when she came to only one conclusion- her apartment. Damn it. It would smell like dog in there for ages. She sighed and shook her head, then looked at the male expectantly.

"You'll have to trust me," she concluded, the words odd and misplaced on her tongue. This wasn't happening. This just didn't happen, and yet here she was, offering to help the enemy.

During this whle time Damian stood quietly, glaring at the ground. It didn't really matter whether or not he trusted the vampire. He'd been given an order and had to obey. Not a happy puppy.

"I don't understand," Shelia stated quietly. "You are third in command, and you are sent to us, but you cannot decide if this will be peaceful?"

"Then our hands are tied. Damian must go with you." She nodded, and Damian finally looked up.

"I will stay with you." He promised, and the wolves around the area dispersed, some shifting into human form. They began playing, as if there wasn't a care in the world. "Where are we to go then?"

Rebecca only shrugged again. "I am only the messenger," she said simply.

She watched Damien carefully, studying him with critical eyes. The other wolves had dispersed, acting as if she weren't there anymore. "You can't come with me dressed like that," she finally said. It would make people suspicious, to say the least, and one never knew when a hunter was lurking about (although the view was nice.) "Do you have something you can wear into the city? I only live on the edge of town, but there'll be enough people around to notice anything out of place."

Rebecca had to force herself not to fidget; she wanted to get going, away from the overwhelming scent of earth and wolf. She was still young enough that time still had some meaning to her.

The male resisted the urge to glare at her, though the shocked expression was impossible to hide. "Live? You're bringing me to your lair?" He paused, and looked away. He didn't want to go into any vampire lair, let alone the female with the strange eyes'.

But, what choice did he have? He finally nodded, and ran a large hand through his strange locks of hair. "Yeah, we have some clothes..." He moved away, climbing a tiny hill. Inside the hill, three pups played. They were only a few months old, by wolf terms, but they were hopping around excitedly. A head lifted from the adult babysitting. The hill curved inwards, making a sort of shield for the four wolves. "Zell." Damian nodded to him, before pushing his way past the pups who'd come to their hide-away. They jumped on him, biting his hands playfully. He opened a backpack in the semicircle, tugging out clothes, and changed in front of them. Lacking clothing in their natural state, the wolves weren't careful with nudity in this form.

Fully changed, Damian returned to the female, wearing a t-shirt. Over it, he wore a faded hoodie, which made his warm body sweat horribly. But it was cold, and the humans in the area might think something if he didn't wear it. His legs were adorned with a normal pair of blue jeans, and as much as he hated them, sneakers that looked brand new were on his feet. "I'm ready. Is there anything I should know going into this, then?" The kindness had returned to his voice. After all, he didn't hold a grudge against this female, just her kind. And this Rebecca had been helpful so far. "None of your vampire will try and feed off of me,will they?"

Rebecca gave him a droll stair, wrinkling her nose at the word lair. It made her think of a dungeon, which she certainly did not live in. "Don't worry yourself too much, wolf boy," she said coolly, one eyebrow raised. "I promise there won't be any bats to eat you."

She waited patiently as he went to go change, returning in normal clothes. She noticed how odd his hair was- such a weird blonde, almost enough to hurt her eyes. She looked him over and nodded approvingly, motioning for him to follow. She couldn't help a laugh at his words, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

"We're not hunters," she pointed out, rolling her eyes. "Besides, I can't bring you to the main house yet. You'll just be coming to my apartment until I can get ahold of my master and inform him of the situation." She was still trying to figure out what she would say to the master; the biggest problem was avoiding Allistair. She glanced back at him, eyeing him carefully. "I can promise my people won't try and drink from you," she said. Then, a small, amused smile curved her full lips. "None of us want to asfixiate ourselves on the stench." Of course, she wasn't sure what it was like to drink wolf blood, but one of the vampires (one who had been executed shortly after) had told her that wolf's blood was the worst thing to drink. She supposed it depended on preference.

She led him through the woods, which slowly bled into city- the streets were quiet at this time of night, most humans in a deep sleep or inside clubs and drinking way too much alcohol (she hated what alcoholic blood did to her.) "Where do you come from," she finally asked, to dispense the awkward silence that seemed to press against her skin like a cat eager for loving.

Damian didn't comment on most of what she said, shaking his head quickly. Typically, he was a rather quite person anyway. He'd never thought a vampire would have a sense of humor. Funny.

Ar first, it didn't seem as if he'd answer her question. He thought hard about how to answer, without giving away too much. Despite his alpha's suggestion, he didn't think he wanted the vampires to know too much about them. Knowledge was power. "We come from the north. Up in the mountains. It was quiet a trip down." It had been. Sheila had been tired from whelping, and most of the other females had there year old pups to corral, so the males had to share carrying the young pups. Travelling during this time was something a wolf only did if they had to.

Which also brought his thoughts into a darker place. Wolf males were getting rarer. Out of their thirty wolves, if he included the pups, their were eight males, including him. And his time was coming. He'd go into his rage, and once he came out, according to the males that had already gone through it, females wouldn't simply be something to protect and worship. He'd need to select a mate. Though there were many females to chose from, he'd need to select carefully. A wolf mated from life, and if he chose wrong, life would be miserable. And wolves lived a long time.

And the rage was another thing. He'd revert to his wolf stage for a whole month, but his natural instincts would take over. Meaning, two things would be on his mind. Nookie and food. Every wolf went through this around the age of twenty five, and after words, he'd go into it every month for the first year. It seemed to trickle out after that, only coming once a year. Soon after, it would happen only everyt five. The oldest wolf Damian knew, Cyrus, only went into his Rage every twenty years. But none of this would help them if he were to inform the vampires. That brought his out of his thoughts and back to the female next to him.

He sighed and continued the story slowly. "Sheila." He hesitated once more, unsure if he was still supposed the pretend to be the alpha. "The alpha female who spoke to you." Damian stated quickly. There, his words could make her assume Sheila was his mate, but he hadn't exactly lied. "Sheila had the pups about a week before we were pushed away. Immortals, as I'm sure you know, typically have huge territories, and it's been rather hard to find a new home. We've been looking for almost two months. And wolves travel quickly, so that was pretty mind blowing."

Damian paused once again, glancing at her slyly. "You must know this master pretty well...What do you believe he will say? Honestly?"

Rebecca tucked her hands into her coat pockets, listening to him talk as they went. She'd never been up north; in fact, she'd never been out of the city. She was sure that, at some point, she'd lived outside of it- once, a long time ago. But it would have have to have been before she had been changed, which had happened in this very city. Vampires didn't remember anything from their mortal lives once they had been changed; as time passed, they'd remember bits and pieces, but their mortal lives would, for the most part, remain a mystery.

She pursed her lips, listening to his story. The alpha female had come down after giving birth? She wondered how the pups had made it. She'd never known any sort of baby so young, even an immortal one, to be able to travel so far for so long. Part of her didn't believe that he was really the alpha male and thus mated to Sheila, but the other part of her believed he was, and was slightly jealous. Vampires couldn't mate, for the most part. Only masters of the city could mate with another vampire; of course, half-breeds could be born if a vampire mated with any other species, but they were usually rejected by both societies and, in some cases, killed by the council.

She looked up at his question, raising one eyebrow. She knew she shouldn't tell him anything, but something urged the words out before she could stop herself. "Well, the Master is... kinder then most," she began slowly. "He was the one who...." she paused, hesitantly lifting one hand to her neck and touching a tender spot. It was a recent memory that had cropped up, and one very rare for vampires to experience- the moment she had been turned. She couldn't remember what she had been doing, or who the people she had been with were, but she could remember the Master finding her, and changing her.

She cringed slightly at the memory, the feelings of his fangs sinking into her neck, of the burning pain. "Anyways," she said, snapping herself out of the memory. "He... ah, he would consider your request, for sure." She couldn't guarantee anything he would say; the master was mysterious, even to her. The person who knew him best was probably High Council Member Victoria. The rumor was she was his mother.

"Well, we're here," she said, as they approached her apartment. She fished her keys out of her pocket, sliding them into the door and unlocking it. She pushed it open, then easily stepped over the threshold. "Elevator, or stairs," she asked, looking over her shoulder at him as she pocketed her keys.

Damian kept glancing at the female as she spoke. After a moment, he touched his own neck, and shivered. He didn't know much about vampires. He doubted many wolves did. They were natural enemies, for the most part. "You wanted to be a le-" His yellow eyes darted away, and he played with one of the longer strands of his hair. "You wanted to be a vampire, then?"

"Stairs." He stated quickly at her next question, glancing about. Small, cramped spaces made him feel as if he was being smothered. It was, however, not a trait he willingly advertised. "He will consider it?" Damian was quiet for a second. "What would the problem be? We wouldn't be around the humans, except for the younger pack members. They'll go to school...and a few members will get jobs. But, when we go into Rage, we leave to the wilderness, and anyone who comes back is chased off once again. We don't feed from them. What problems could he have?"

Rebecca chewed on her lip, considering the question. Had she? She couldn't even remember. "I'm not sure," she admitted quietly. "I don't even remember that night..." She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. The past was the past, right? There was no changing it. But nothing she told herself could chase away the doubtful, melancholy look on her face.

"Alright, stairs it is," she said, taking the lead. She sighed, shaking her head. "It's so much more complicated then that," she told him, as they went up three flights of stairs. The flat heels of her boots tapped against the floor smartly as she turned up a landing. "We're enemies, remember?" She was silent for a moment, deep in thought. "And more creatures will draw more hunters, which is a danger to our coven. Unlike you, we can't just pick up and run. We can't even begin to survive in the wilderness."

They soon reached her floor, going down to her apartment. "Make yourself comfortable," she said, opening the door and stepping inside. She pulled off her boots and shrugged out of her jacket, leaving her in a skirt, tights, and a thin long-sleeved shirt. "I'll see if my Master is in." She picked up the phone and went to the window, pulling back the thick curtain and looking out at the city as she hit the speed dial. She pressed the phone to her ear, waiting patiently as the phone rang.

[color="Dark Red"]Damian was silent for a long while, simply letting her speak. After a bit he shrugged. "Why?" He questioned. "Why are we enemies? We don't have the same food source, so there isn't any competition in that area. Other than you all smelling...well, horrible, why couldn't we co habitat?"

"As for hunters. Well, if they were to come, perhaps we could make an arrangement. You help keep the humans off our back, and we'll help with the hunters." He glanced slyly over. "Hunters aren't too big of a problem for us."

Soon, the door was opened, and Damian moved to the couch, sprawling out. He surprised himself, his yellow orbs remaining on the female form as she walked away. It wasn't too often he was attracted to a female. He growled irritably at himself and pushed off the couch, pacing the room, touching various trinkets.

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