Jon's POV It'd been two weeks since my bloody departure from public view, but it hasn't been a smooth transition. Strange things have happened within what I believe to only be a few hours... Nothing was as it should have been. My shredded jeans stitched themselves back together as if the last few days never happened. ~~~~~~ Saffire's POV ~~~~~~~~~ To find out the man I loved was still living was almost too great of a shock for my vampiric heart. In my near four centuries of existence I had never felt the urge to trun anyone into what I am, yet I felt i must turn him. I may never decide if sinking my fangs into his flesh was intensional or not. I just did. Oh how I missed fresh blood it felt like liquid lightening in my veins. I had to pull myself away from the sweet metallic twang of his blood so I wouldn't kill him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Two months later... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lola's POV Since the incident, I've realized i never loved the man I was just lonely. Lego and Mariah have been trading off tormenting him. Mariah keeps half transfiguring him into various things. Lego, well let's just say she beats him stupid with a phone book and a dictionary. Funny you never realize how many people live in your city until you see the phonebook. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Saffire's POV I half dragged Keens from my cliffside home, seems he rather likes living out here. The staff had already packed everything we would need for the trip. Keens: How in the world did everything get packed? I don't remember seeing you pack anything. Well, hmmmm, you haven't seen the gnomes? Keens: Gnomes? Those funny little garden statues? No. Forget it we need to leave, the plane leaves soon. ~~~~~~~~~~ Jon's POV Everything I had hidden from myself about my past has comeback to me. I have been living a lie. I'm not a lycan or an elf. I'm the last of a long forgotten race. My brother killed the others, and I killed him. He doomed our race to extinction. He was only the first to die by my hand. The blood of countless victims still stains my soul even long after it washed from my skin and fur. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mariah's POV It was such a great day until those clouds rolled in. I just transfigured the murder ,Reb, in to a rolling desk chair and just for fun set a,big, fluffy stuffed rabbit on him. Seeing those clouds I kinda wish Hazel hadn't gone off hunting again. I hear Lola laughing so I turn to see what she finds so funny, Of course it's reb. Lola? Do you see those ominous clouds? Lola: Ya, I saw them. What about them? They are harbinger, a herald in other words. Lola: Good or bad? Neither. He's coming. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry it took so very long. Busy busy busy