After a few days Robert had disapeared leaving suddenly in the middle of the night but Heaven didn't car much seeing how strays had a nack for doing that. Although the stray dog she had found still hung around her place in an effort to find a place in her world.

Heaven walked into the vet clinic to find a lovely doberman in the waiting room along with a woman that looked to be very rich and classy.Anna the receptionist greeting Heaven as she walked into the back office.When she opened the door she saw Henry who was the head vet struggling with a noisy Pomeranian and it's owner in an attempt to give the dog it's shots.

"Heaven can you take miss Reese into the other room?" Asked Henry ," She is in the waiting room."

Heaven pulled her lab coat on and nodded and briskly walked back into the waiting room," Reese."

The woman wore 3 inch high heels and a tight skirt and shirt. Heaven wondered how she could possibly walk in them and just like that the women stood up with grace and glided over to Heaven with her purebred Doberman at her side.

"Right this way." Said Heaven as she guided the women into one of the check up rooms," So what brings you in this morning?"

"My baby Keely I fear maybe pregnant and I must know."

"Do you plan on breeding her?"

"I do it's just we have yet to find a male for her and there have been coyotes around our property."

"Ok I will have a look."Said Heaven as she bent down and started to feel Keely's belly. Keely gave a small whine sensing the wolf in Heaven, so Heaven put her softly under the chin to show she was no threat and keely wagged her tail in response.As Heaven examined the dog Ms. Reese started to tap her foot. Then when Heaven was satisfied she stood up and said," Keely is indeed pregnant."

Ms. Reese gasped," Oh my what am I going to do..."

" Well she has about two more weeks to go so you can give the puppies up for adoption or you can sell them. We have a list of adoptions at the front desk."

"Dear God no. can't you get rid of them before she has them? I will not give coyote dogs away that will just cause more pain."

"Ms. Reese I'm afraid you don't have a choice, Keely is already to far into the pregnancy and no vet will put her under the knife to get rid of the puppies."

"I will not let her give birth to little monsters."

Heaven's temper flared as she started to lose control.She took one step closer to Ms. Reese causing her to take a reluctant step back in response.Heaven gave a small growl," Excuse me are you growling at me? Your one of those animal rescue freaks arnt you?"

Before Heaven could launch herself at the woman Henry stepped in and cleared his throat. "Heaven why don't you go check in on Anna?"

"Henry she is going to kill the puppies."

"Heaven...go."

Heaven did as she was told and stormed out of the room slamming the door.

"Buuud" Lida was speaking in a slight whisper as she pushed back branches from a hedge blocking off a garden down by the waterside homes.
She didnt want to attract attention to the fact there was a pitbull probably, at this very moment, wrecking one of the immaculate shrubberies on the other side of the row of hedges.
"Buuuud. Buddy. Buggar." she hissed.
Charlie cocked his head to the side looking at her with what seemed to be a mocking expression, "Yes, I know you'd behave better if let off the lead, you dont have to tell me that."
With Charlie snapping playfully at her ankles and stopping for a piddle every five seconds, though there could be scarcely anything left in his tiny body, they had approached civilisation. Least as near it as Lida would let them go, the houses on the outskirts, just beside the lake.
There they had witnessed Bud wrestling with a hedge before finally watching him dive head first through it, clearly after some cat.
Lida briefly considered letting Charlie off the lead to go after him, least then she'd have a clue which garden he was now in. This idea vanished with the realisation that she didnt want to spend the next hour and a half wrestling with both dogs in someones garden whilst trying to be covert.
"Come and get some nice tasty... chews" she cursed herself for forgetting the doggy treats, currently still tucked away in the broken desk drawer back at the boathouse.
"I'll even let you bite me" she changed tact, hoping that his desire for mischief would be calmed by tormenting her instead of a cat.

Tonight Bloody Mary would not be graced with the presence of its owner, much to the staff's relief. While her wounds had fully healed, her memories had not. The memories of Murdoch's basement still haunted her. She could still remember the pain of sunlight, the smell, and how it had drove her to a point of wanting to give up, and die. Alexis would shake her head every time to wipe the thoughts from her mind. No, she she really did want to live...if that's what you would even call this. Just over two hundred years of existence she'd never been alone, her maker always at her side, until now. Perhaps it was time to start getting used to it. She still hadn't spoken to Léonide since that night. They were both stubborn, or maybe their silence was all they needed to prove that some time away might do them some good. Besides, she only had an eternity to talk to him.

Not dressing in her usual 'vampire clothes' she normally wore to Bloody Mary, Alexis changed into a pair of jeans and a black sweater. With her long blonde hair down over her shoulders, she almost looked...human. As she stepped out onto the front deck of her house, Alexis paused as she looked around. Instincts and routine told her to see Léonide, to suck up her pride and just go. But she really wasn't sure how she would feel if she went there, and he was gone. And that house-keeper of his was one of the strangest men she'd ever met, if you could even call him that. No, she'd just play the coward card tonight and find something else to do.

Just off in the distance, Alexis could hear loud music, and laughter. Sounds like someone was having a party, and there was a good number of them. Unable to stop the smile coming through on her lips, the first one in a while, quick footsteps lead Alexis down the porch and into the trees toward the drunken laughter. But something in the air made Alexis freeze, her whole body stiff and her eyes wide. The smell was...familiar. Just one little hint of it brought back the memories once again of Murdoch's basement. She was on the ground, crying and pleading for her maker, but something delayed him. Or someone. It was this very scent that Alexis could sense in Murdoch's house. This human had been there. This human was the reason she almost died. With balled fists and a clenched jaw, a low growl escaped from her throat as her feet picked right back up again. She wanted to see what was so important, what threatened over two-hundred years of bond.

The closer she could feel herself moving to this human, the more hungry Alexis became. Perhaps she should have fed, or had a bottle of TruBlood before she stepped outside. She didn't plan on feeding off of the human, but there was no telling really what she would do in her current state of mind, and hunger.

Finally, after reaching a clearing, Alexis stopped once more when she found the human directly in path in front of her. If the girl didn't look up, she'd nearly run right into her since she'd been so quiet. With her head tilted down, she'd look down at the young girl, studying her. Both hands were at her sides as her blue eyes studied with curiosity and wonder. Even with the girl soaking wet, freezing, Alexis could still sense the heat radiating from her body, her heart pounding in her chest. If Alexis' heart still beat, hers would probably be doing the same thing at the moment.

"You," was all she said, her voice so low as she kept her movements slow, for the girl's benefit. Slowly, her hand reached forward to her hair, her fingers curling around a few wet strands as her eyes never tore away from her. "So, you're the one who the big fuss is about. Interesting." Alexis Ashford wasn't the most frightening vampire in the world, and to prove that, she smiled. "Tell me your name."

Fletcher could still hear them in the distance. Another splash. Another shriek. Another chorus of laughter. She guessed to them at least it would still seem amusing, if things continued on that way they'd all be drenched by the end of the night. Hopefully they'd all end up with a terrible cold, and the two that had thrown her into the lake... well, pneumonia sounded like a reasonable punishment to her.

The moon was full tonight, and although the path ahead of her was clearly illuminated she persisted to stare at her feet while she meandered along. Her shoes were ruined. They were her last pair too. Tomorrow she'd have to start searching for a new job. The trip to the mall a few days ago hadn't been very successful at all. Instead of getting her paycheck early, she'd been fired. She should have seen it coming. Hell, she hadn't worked a shift in weeks. But it just wasn't what she'd needed to hear at the time.

Damn Léonide and his games. She still couldn't get her head around what had happened. If it wasn't her company he'd wanted, then why hadn't he sucked her dry? It wasn't like he'd never had the chance to do it. And Fletcher had been in no shape to resist. By now her parents were probably home, but she couldn't face them, not now, not while Jude was still on the prowl. Besides, if they saw her like this...

A shiver suddenly passed through her and no more than a second later she heard a whisper and felt another presence. Her eyes were wide and her heart was pounding hard in her chest when her head snapped back to its normal upright position. She managed to suck in a sharp breath to stop herself from fainting and took a moment to try and figure out whether she had seen this person back at the party. When the stranger spoke for the second time it was quite obvious that she wasn't.

The courage she seemed to possess when around Léonide came easily, but this woman was much different. Fletcher didn't break eye contact though, not once. Her hand rose from her side and carefully removed the woman's hand from her damp hair, she cringed slightly when she felt that familiar chill set in. So she was a vampire. A friend of Jude's maybe? No... he wouldn't risk it. If anyone else were to drain her first he'd be furious. So who was she?

Fletcher managed a cocky smirk and rested a hand on her hip, "You first."

That night Heaven decided her wolf needed a good run. She let her wolf take over in a clearing and started her hunt for rabbit most likely, as she stalked the night the full moon gave her the energy she needed to let off some steam.After a few hours of roaming she felt a chill go down her back as the wolf inside her said, "Vampire."

Heaven then could smell a human girl.Her dominant wolf instincts told her to protect the weak and help the girl but Heaven knew better then to tangle with the vampires. But just in case she would keep her distance and stalk the both of them from afar. After a few moments Heaven's nose told her that it was the vampire from in the bar the night Robert chose to walk into enemy territory and start trouble.She circled the two women slowly making sure she was the only other person there watching the two, meaning she would be the only witness to anything that was to come.And yet Heaven waited patiently like a good hunter.

The human girl was beautiful, Alexis would give her that. A sting of jealousy struck her, but only for a short moment until that jealousy grew into almost an affection. She wasn't sure why, because Alexis wanted to hate this girl. She wanted to drain every last drop of her blood for what she had unknowingly caused. But looking back at her, she couldn't make herself do it. She wasn't good at dark and threatening, unless she needed to be. Léonide usually played that part well, and protected her, so she never had to. When the girl's hand moved to hers, brushing it away from her hair, Alexis began to laugh out. If she wanted to keep her hand in the girl's hair, she would have. And the human could do nothing about it. But she still played along with what little courage the girl seemed to have, and she smiled back at her with a curious smile.

"Oh, I can see why Léonide likes you. You've got a spark." Alexis laughed again, shaking her head as her hand fell back down to her side. She didn't have many human friends...well, none, really. So, it was hard to not look back at one as either a snack, or a play-thing. Her fangs were not extended to pose a threat, but she could sense that the girl knew what she was. Just not who. "I'm Alexis," she bowed and nodded her head in a courteous manner, that smile never leaving her lips.

Part of her wanted to tell the girl to relax, breathe, and calm the fuck down. She could feel her heart racing, pounding in her chest, and that only called to Alexis even more. As if this girl's blood didn't already smell sweet enough. "You don't need to be afraid of me, I won't hurt you." She tried to glamor, leaning in and locking eyes with her. "Besides, Léonide would probably rip me to shreds if I did. It seems he has changed where his loyalties lie." There was a bitter tone in her last sentence, but Alexis casually shrugged her shoulders. She questioned and wanted to know earlier how and what kind of human could make the bond of a vampire and its maker rip apart overnight. Now she was starting to see why.

And there was something in the air now, besides this girl's blood. It smelled like...dog. It was no werewolf, but a shifter. And Alexis rolled her eyes at the interruption. They thought they were always so sneaky, so quiet. But she wasn't in the mood to play tonight, at least with them. "We have company. Come with me, you must be freezing. I will get you some warm clothes." There was no question in Alexis' tone, she wouldn't take no for an answer. But she still kept herself from pulling at the girl's arm and dragging her with her. Instead, Alexis slowly turned around and began to lead her in the direction in which she came, toward her house.

"Your turn." Was all she mumbled on the walk back, waiting for her to reply with her name.

"The clearest path available to us now is this," Morgan said, her voice still carrying the Emerald Isle's accent after all these years. "We ask the tribunal to do what they can to prevent any increases in the number of attacks, and we put out a message to all Feys. Be aware. The vampire young do not know to be wary of us, and they do not care. Do not think that knowledge of who we are will keep us safe." She glanced around at the younger members of the crowd, her mouth twitching. "After all, it's a common fault of all young. They think they can take on the world and win." There were low chuckles and then Morgan stood, signalling the meeting to be at an end, after hours of discussion and pitching back and forth of unsuccessful ideas. She swept out of the room and heads dipped in respect to her, before the room was filled with glamours again, the Feys preparing to go back out into the world where it was not yet an option to be seen as they were.

Perhaps, Fiona mused as her family exited out into the night and started the journey home, Rory flicking out his cell to call Philomena and check Sinead's progress. Perhaps it was nearly time for Feys to come out. If the humans knew of them and at least some of their properties, most importantly the properties of Fey blood, then there wouldn't be as great an occurance of such ill advised attacks. They weren't as destructive as Vampires, and were actually living. It was possible that they'd be better received. Then again people were unnerved enough about knowing one fairytale was real. And the idea of people asking her if she could fly... No. Perhaps not yet. If people did know about what they could do, they'd try to use it. The risks at present outweighed the benefits. There was a reason Feys had been hiding from Humans for thousands of years.

When they got in the door of their townhouse, Fiona was starting to feel the strain of the anxious day. She trudged upstairs to steal some of Sinead's pjs, and then crossed the hall into Kitty's room. Without a single word, Kitty shifted over in what had been their shared bed when they were girls, and Fiona slipped in beside her and cuddled up. It was a comfort to have at least one sister there, the blood tie between them firm and strong, comforting. When the door opened, neither budged and their father came across to kiss them both on the forehead, stroking Kitty's fringe off her face. They kept their eyes closed, sparing him the embaressment of knowing they were aware of just how worried he was for them.

How could she not have seen this coming? Léonide didn't have the guts to face her because of what he'd done, and so he'd sent out one of his underlings to do the job for him. A spark, is that what they called it? There was no spark. There was just one very pissed off Fletcher. How dare he keep invading her privacy like this. He left, and she'd been trying to deal with that, but didn't he understand that once you abandoned someone you were meant to stay the hell out of their life?

Fletcher snapped out of her silent rage as soon as that name reached her ears. It couldn't be her. There was no way...

One of these days, my darling Alexis will leave me. Already she feels wronged by me even if I have no idea what I've done. She'll begin to question my every word and soon wonder why she even needs me in the first place. After all, I need her. I run to her when my depression hits or just need someone to hold. What do you think I should do, Fletcher?

The girl's eyes were downcast while she remember his words, and a strange blush swept across her cheeks. It wasn't because she was embarrassed, no, not at all. It was due to the sudden pang of jealousy she'd just felt. This was her. The one she'd felt threatened by. The one she would always be compared too. This was Alexis.

With a rather grim expression on her face, she tuned back in to what the woman was saying. There was truth in her words, and Fletcher knew that she had no real choice but to believe her from here on in. When one of their kind wanted something, they got it. If they said something, you listened to it. There was no exceptions, ever.

At the mention of company she felt goosebumps beginning to form on her arms. A name came to mind and it suddenly occurred to her that maybe getting to know Alexis wasn't such a bad idea. She'd much rather take her chances with her, then Jude. Unlike him Alexis still hadn't made her motives clear, or her intentions, so she was the only real choice this time.

"Fletcher." She answered calmly, glancing over her shoulder just once before setting off after the vampire. If she was lucky she'd be back in time to meet up with Emily and the rest of them. The party was becoming increasingly more appealing but it was far too late to return there now. Warm clothes did sound good though. But she had a feeling that this woman wasn't just concerned about her body temperature.

Since there was no question that the girl would follow, Alexis lead her down the path that lead back in the way she came. She'd try her best to stay on the trail, for the girl's benefit, even if it was a little longer. When she said her name, Alexis' head turned around to look back at her. She was beautiful, she'd give her that. Her spirit and everything about her made Alexis burn with jealousy. Not the romantic or lover's kind of jealousy...but there was some protectiveness there, in her defense.

There were just many questions eating away at her though, questions she wouldn't be able to keep inside forever. Like, what was Léonide's intentions with her, did Fletcher even know that? He had changed Alexis, was this her replacement? Was he so displeased with Alexis, that he had to move on and find someone else? She tried not to let the rage build up inside her, but it was fucking hard, thinking about her maker and this human. She wanted to know what this girl had, that she didn't. Besides a pulse.

Once the two did pass a clearing, and down a long dirt road, they had reached the house. When inside, Alexis invited her in and flipped on the lights. She wasn't used to having company, except for Léonide, or a few humans every now and again. While the house was fairly large, and old, it wasn't completely furnished. There would be no dining table. Of course not, vampires didn't eat. And when she led her down the hall into her 'room', Fletcher would also find no bed. Instead, she'd take her to her closet and go through a few things, anything that would fit her. Their figure seemed almost the same, but Alexis' height made a bigger difference. That, and she was sure this girl was not used to wearing some of the things that Alexis wore, especially to Bloody Mary. "Your taste might be a little different, but it's something. Pick whatever you'd like."' She paused, then realized Fletcher probably expected her to excuse herself. Oh yes. "There's some towels in the drawer over there, I'll be in the kitchen." Giving her a nod, Alexis exited the room and made way into the kitchen.

All she had stocked into her refrigerator was TruBlood, and that would be useless, at least to the human. She'd have to heat up her own bottle, since the girl's blood was becoming more enticing to Alexis by the minute. Then Léonide would be really mad. Well, he probably wouldn't be too happy just with the idea that she was talking to the girl, but it was too late for that now.

Although the silent walk back to her home was uneventful, it was surprisingly not awkward either. No words were exchanged, but at the moment it was almost better that way. Both of them were overwhelmed by the others presence. Dozens of questions were probably eating away at them, just begging to be asked, but they somehow managed to contain them. They were still dealing with the fact that their main source of competition was situated just inches away from them.

Fletcher was just waiting for him to appear. Either as a cowardly crow or in his true form. When he did he would all but forget what he'd done to her. How he'd abandoned her. How he'd lied to her. Then he would expect her to explain herself, but only after he'd 'saved' her yet again. Did he get a kick out of treating her like a damsel? If he was that twisted, did it mean that Alexis was exactly the same? Or if not the same, was she even worse? The thought made her shudder.

For some reason the house didn't quite fulfill her expectations. She wasn't entirely naive when it came to how their kind had adapted to human life, but one couldn't stop their imagination running wild. There was no cobwebs, no creepy butlers, no visible coffins... the place was pretty bare actually. Boring, even. She was relieved to an extent. It made her feel more at ease.

Fletcher merely nodded in response to Alexis, her eyes reflecting her gratitude. As soon as she'd left the room the girl let out a sigh of relief. She was incredibly cold and even if her closet was full of clothes that she probably wouldn’t even poke a stick at, she was still looking forward to drying off and changing into them. The stubborn socialite was becoming more docile as of late, a fact she knew all too well but one she hated to admit.

The clothes she chose fitted her well enough, although they were a bit too long due to their height difference. Fletcher had settled for a plain black tank top and a pair of three quarter pants which on her looked to be closer to jeans. She also decided to grab a jacket to help warm her up quicker. It wasn’t the most exciting outfit she’d ever worn, but it was practical for once.

“Thanks... for the clothes.” She murmured upon entering the kitchen, tugging on the sleeve of her jacket. Fletcher was still choosing to remain cautious, just because she’d lent her clothes didn’t mean she could be trusted. Her eyes met Alexis’ for a brief moment and she wondered what the woman had in store for her next. Did she seriously just want to ‘get to know’ her? And if that was what she wanted, would she pass everything she heard onto Léonide like an obedient little girl?

“Look, I’m not sure what it is that you want from me. But if this is Léonide’s way of keeping tabs on me...” She trailed off after that, saying his name had stung her. She hadn’t spoken it since last time she’d seen him. Fletcher had had no idea that it would cause her pain like this. Her expression darkened and she looked back up to Alexis, wondering what she would make of it. Weakness was not something you wanted to show in a situation like this. Then again, sometimes it couldn’t be helped.