Matthew crouches lower into the bushes, getting slightly annoyed as branches poke into his sides.

I swear I'll kill this kid.

He has been hunting one of his Cousin's lost little girl for three hours now. into werewolf territory, and thats where he lost her.

Normally, he would send someone who isn't as important as he is, but his Cousin asked for him specifically.

See, Matthew is a pureblood vampire who is approaching his nine hundredth birthday. He's had experience where most haven't yet and that makes him even more precious. Purebloods are the highest of high in the caste system, they have special abilities that normal vampires cannot even dream of possessing... legally.

There are a few illegal trades for momentary power.

But Matthew is one of the few that puts his abilities to use. Makes a pretty good profit out of east work most days. Until you get to now. The longest somebody has ever delayed him was ten hours, and only because it was a mother fucking lava spirit inside an acTIVE VOLCANO.

It wasn't pretty whenever Matthew finally caught it. 

A twig snapping swivels his head around as he tenses.

Werewolves could take him down quite easily if he's caught off guard, and he knows it.

His hand finds his silver dagger in his pocket, but hesitates as he realizes he can't hear a heartbeat. Or smell their disgusting sewer stench.

They can't do magic, it's impossible! Unless...

He finds himself slowly backing up some. That is, until a pale long haired brunet with practically glowing green highlights steps into the clearing. He shifts his weight and takes off, snatching her up as he passes her and then bouncing back to his hiding spot.

Her head slowly turns up to him,

          "U- Uncle Matthew?" Her tiny little voice instantly melts all the rage he had held.

Damn, I can never be mad at this kid for long.

           "The one and only, what are you doing-"

            "They're coming!" She is suddenly in a blind panic, "Uncle Matt they got da witches! Da humans are here!" He covers her mouth and slips deeper into the undergrowth with a muffled whisper,

              "Nod your head. Are there werewolves with them?" She nods as professionally quiet as she can. Then he notices something she's missing. "Natalie, where is your toy?" Tears hit his hand and she whimpers out,

               "They took Mr. Sniffles."

They have her scent.

Matthew turns and takes off, holding her close to his chest.

Did they tame the Werewolves like they did the wolves? No. That doesn't make sense.

The barrier between the creatures comes into view and he swerves towards it. Nate,who had her arms around his neck, squeaks,

          "They're behind us!" He doesn't risk a glance back, it'd slow him down. He closes his eyes,

           "You know the way home, right?" She looks at him with wide eyes,

            "Y- Yes?" He manages to force a faint smile,

            "Go tell your father I got you to the border safely. Do NOT come back." He hears magic snap to life behind him and has to ignore it, this is more important to him.

She wraps her hands around his neck, but he's faster. With one swift movement he tosses the child over the border, his heart hurting as he watches her bounce into the undergrowth.

Her healing ability is off the charts, she'll be fine.

He has to tell himself that they need to catch him. If they don't catch Matthew then they'll go into Vampire territory for a specimen, that's what happened last time the Werewolves hunted Vampires.

For every one Vampire lost, there were three Werewolves. So eventually they stopped.

He's got just enough time to turn around before the spell snares itself around him. Yellow electric bars cross crossing in diamond shapes to roughly form a cube.

Only Humans and Fairies can do magic. Fairies are known for their erratic temper over the small things, so very unlikely that they would team up with the Werewolves against us. Especially since most of them are allowed passage and trade with us. Another thing, fairies like to go all out. This simple cage spell isn't their style.

He watches as the Werewolves, in their wolf forms, surround the cage. Matthew covers his mouth in an effort to block their stench.

"Well, you're certainly not what we expected." A female voice catches his attention. He narrows his eyes as he looks over to her. Her red hair immediately catches his attention.

"Neither are you. Red hair is a recessive gene in the human gene pool, isn't it? And the almost golden eyes... that's a witch thing?" He's mostly guessing. Knowledge is limited from humans, the one species they've never been able to get an alliance with. They're tougher than the Werewolves.

"Good. It's nice to know there'll be at least one smart being to talk to." She nods and the cage vanishes, the gold in her eyes fading to a dark hazel.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" The brown-black Werewolf snaps at her as they all tense, "He'll kill us all before we can blink!" The redhead looks over at the dog and makes a makes a point as she slowly blinks.

Matthew doesn't move.

"He won't hurt us. He knows that if he gets away, we go after the girl he worked so hard to protect." She looks over at him, studying him very intently. "He'll follow without having to be forced, isn't that right?"

Her cocky attitude will get her killed one day.

He grits his teeth together and glances back at the bushes where his Niece is probably listening to every word.

Run away, Little One. Please don't watch this.

"Does he smell weird to any of you guys?" A smaller black one speaks up from behind him as he turns. He didn't realize one of them had gotten so close.

"What do you mean?" The woman walks around to it and his tail wags a little.

"I mean he doesn't smell like the rest of them." The wolves inch closer and Matthew tenses, biting his tongue to keep from attacking them.

"You know why. Tell me." It takes a moment for him to realize she's talking to him and he becomes even more tense.

"Well, I'm just slightly different than most vampires." He mumbles as he turns to face her, "I'm a pureblood."

Before he can even finish the word, sharp teeth dig into the back of his neck as a Werewolf brings him down.

Something warm and very precious to Matthew gushes out of the wound.

His blood stains the grass around him as he resist the cry of pain.

"Werewolf saliva is a great sedative for vampires." The woman's voice is the last thing he hears.