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is that you sense?  I feel sorry for them for attempting to harm the h uman hunters.”
    Nadia nodded and considered her mother’s words.  She did have a point.  Jack and his people were specially trained to deal with most all supernatural beings.  Unless they were hit with just sheer numbers that could overwhelm the United States military, she could see where her fears were unfounded.
    Why then this sense of foreboding?  And then she sat up.  “Mother?” she gasped. 
    “What, Nadia?”
    “You speak as if they are unstoppable, but…remember how Jack came into our home.  His entire team was taken out by one small group of natural born wolves.” She said softly.
    “Well, yes, Nadia, but they were led to believe they were going after vampire in broad daylight and then ambushed by wolves…”
    “So they were unprepared for what was out there.  They didn’t know the whole truth…” she trailed off.
    “Well…yes.”  Natashia answered.  “But now Jack is i nformed and he will tell the others.”
    “But that is what we know about wolves.   What of other creatures that we don’t know of?” she asked.  “Who is to say that ambushes can’t be made using others?”
     
    *****
     
    This time Damien didn’t have to beg to get past the guards at Foster’s chamber.  They opened the door as soon as he and the enforcers came strolling up with the punk in tow.  As usual, Paul’s inner sanctum was lit by candle and women in various stages of undress were milling about as though dazed.  Some were for food, some were for pleasure, and some were for both.  Damien tried to keep his eyes off of them and keep his mind on business. 
    He half pulled, half dragged the punk into Paul’s sanctum and deposited him roughly on the stone floor, purposely avoiding any carpeted areas, just in case things got messy.  Foster slipped off his bed like water flowing from a rock in a river and slipped into his smoking robe.  He used the sleeve to wipe his mouth, but Damien felt he always left that little smear on his chin and throat for effect.  Look like a savage and folks tend to pay a little more attention to you.  If you look too human, well…you just don’t get the same effect.
    The punk had pissed himself as soon as they entered Paul’s chamber from the wave of power and he knew this vampire was nobody to be trifled with.  Foster eased himself over by Damien and slipped an arm around his shoulders so that he could whisper in his ear.  “Where’s the other one?”
    “Master, the other one wasn’t at the den.  This one claims he is feeding out on the streets but doesn’t know where.  Even after roughing him a bit, he didn’t know.  I thought that if he truly did know, he would tell you.” He mewed suggestively, more for the punk than for Paul.  “He did offer up the other one’s name, though.  Monroe?  Another punk, so I doubt it would hold meaning to you, master.”
    Foster nodded.  “You’re right.  The name means nothing to me.”  He walked slowly around the punk and watched him shi ver.  He ran a nail along his jawline then flicked it up, cutting the gag loose from his mouth.  “There.  Is that better?”
    The punk spat out the rubber ball that had been caught b ehind his fangs and immediately withdrew them in a sign of submission.  “Thank you m’lord.” And he lowered his eyes.
    “See, Damien?  He has some manners after all.” Paul said with a flourish.  “Now then.  Let’s see if he can be forthcoming with a bit of information?”  Foster leaned down and placed the nail under the punk’s chin, drawing blood as he raised his face to his.  “I need to know what you know.” He said, his eyes dead, but his smile spreading.
    “A-anything!” the punk sputtered.
    “Good.”  Foster snapped his fingers and one of the women pulled a highbacked chair for him to sit in.  The punk remained on his knees.  Paul studied him a moment then asked, “Tell me of the upcoming