A/N: Okay peeps, here's my story- it's all mine, mine, mine and anything that looks familiar is purely coincidental. However, if you take any part of my story, I will personally hunt you down and send my vampyers after you. You will die a most painful and agonizing death- watching you lifeblood seep from you and into someone else until you're lifeless and cold. On that note. enjoy! Oh and by the way, if you don't like the story don't review. Don't waste your breath- I don't have time to read from people who don't have anything better to do than bitch at me. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated though. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The dark moon was up tonight.

The mortal fools called it the New Moon, yet only Aramis knew to honor the Goddess Hecate. Raising her glass of wine up she saluted the Goddess of Witches, "On this night of the dark moon's rays, guide me, goddess, to the newborn day." A small sip was taken and the glass was placed onto the deep mahogany desk forgotten. The dark gray eyes now looked worshipingly at a portrait of an old man hanging over the fireplace.

"Aren't you proud of me Grandpapa? I remember everything you've taught me." A small sob escaped her otherwise calm stature; "I will kill those idiots who took you from me."

CREEEEEEEEEEK. The opening door startled her from her thoughts, Aramis turned in her chair, eye's flashing and the dagger kept hidden in her sleeves slid down into her palm.

"-Mistress you have a visitor." The butler interrupted. Seeing that he had come at an inconvenient time he started to retreat hesitantly, "Perhaps I should send her away and tell her to come back when you are less busy?"

"No, no. Please-show her in." The butler-James-bowed. But the clock hands had moved forward many times on their course before the guest arrived. And a very interesting guest it was. Not many women can claim to have naturally deep green hair. Leaving the daggers on the desk, Aramis went to shake her hand.

"Good evening." The woman seemed hesitant. "I'm very sorry to interrupt you at such a late hour, but you see we need your help and there's not much time before they strike."

Facing away from the woman, Aramis waved her hand vaguely at the wooden high backed chairs in front of her desk. The lady sat and drew a rather damp parchment from her bag. Scanning the piece of paper she shook off some of the water. " I didn't not hear it start to rain," Aramis said, as she looked out from the large window behind her trying to be amicable.

"Um, just started as I came in" was the answer- as if somewhat detached from the lady's stream of consciousness. Abruptly the woman asked, "You are the Impavida are you not?"

Sitting herself behind the large desk, Aramis again began to sip the wine, "I am." She replied calmly, "And may I ask who you are?" The woman in the chair blushed,

"Of course. How rude of me. I am known as the Sorceress. And as I am running low on time, I must be brief. It is as simple as this. I belong to a society called the Venator-Latin for hunters, and right now, we need your help. There is a Vampyer we need to track down; at the moment we do not have the ability to find him, which is why I have come to you. You are the best hunter there is."

Aramis cut her off. "I work alone, Sorceress. There is simply no reason why I must help you- I kill them because it makes me happy. I kill them because they took something very precious from me. I kill them because they are insufferable bastards who deserve to die anyways. Why would I hunt anything for you?" She turned her attention to polishing the small silver dagger.

"I see. Well. I suppose I will have to persuade you" The sorceress put back her parchment and relaxed upon the chair. "So be it. what is it that you want from us?"

A few moments elapsed before Aramis stated calmly, "I want Jorren-of the Isodiac clan." Aramis put down the dagger and started to polish another one.

A frightened look flashed over the Sorceress's eyes. "And why is it that you want Jorren so desperately?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Why not? I have a right to know."

"Fine-but I won't tell you. You will have to go into my memories Sorceress. are you willing to do that?"

"I am not afraid."

"Are you sure? My mind hold memories of unfathomable terror for most people-are you sure you won't change your mind?" the Sorceress shook her head.

"A fair warning before you begin - I have been train very well, you may not- cannot go where I do not want you to-into memories I don't want you to see, if you try you will lose your mind forever in the vortex of my thoughts. Positive I am worth all of this?" The sorceress nodded.

"Very well."