Lissa gasped as she watched the blood drip from the blonde woman’s wrist into the dead mother’s mouth. “You, can’t do that!” Lissa warned, appalled.

The blonde looked up at her with a scoff, “I just did.”

Lissa let out another sound of disbelief as she held the still crying baby against herself. “You need permission!” Lissa reminded her of the facts she should already know.

Another scoff from the blonde girl, “Like the rest of them asked for permission? And permission from who, anyway?” she shook her head as she waited for her newly made childe to awaken again.

“The Prince, which you should know, unless you are Sabbat, like the ‘rest of them,’” Lissa answered, the threat clear in her voice.

“I hate the Sabbat, especially now! But I couldn’t care less about your damn Prince either. So just leave now, unless you want yourself and that child here when she wakes up,” she warned.

“She could kill you too, you know,” Lissa made one last effort to make her see sense.

“She won’t,” the blonde insisted, staring down at her love as she bit back more tears.

“If only believing that made it true,” Lissa growled, before taking the baby from the room with her, and handing her to a shocked looking clan mate who stood nearby as she barricaded the door before the dead woman woke up and caused even more bloodshed that night.

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When Lissa returned to the main hall that night to report back to Sean, she received more than a few confused looks. She was still cradling the tiny baby against her blood stained dress as she warily approached Sean, where he stood speaking quietly with Claire and Lucian.

“Do I even want to know how stopping a Sabbat massacre led to you returning here with a human baby in your arms?” Sean had to ask, as his companions looked just as shocked.

“Long, strange, sad, and worrying story,” Lissa answered before turning to Lucian, “You were a doctor before your embrace, yes?”

“Well, yes, but...” he answered warily, his eyes locked on the child.

“Can you make sure she’s alright? I was a nurse myself, but that was so long ago, and I don’t think she was full term,” she informed as she placed the child in his arms beneath his rather shaken expression.

Looking more than a bit taken aback by the situation, Lucian still managed to compose himself enough to give them a brief nod before carrying the child off.

“An explanation of some kind would be appreciated here,” Sean spoke to Lissa with an expectant look.

Upon hearing as much of that rather strange explanation that Lissa could even provide, Sean as well as Lissa and a few others headed back out. They were going to try and locate the blonde girl and her new childe and see what kind of a threat they could truly pose. There was also the matter of the other newly made Kindred who wished to find a home with Sean’s kind in the hopes of having any chance at all of adjusting to the new lives that they had forced on them that night. After all, only a small portion of the mess created by Marina and her friends had been dealt with thus far.

As Sean and his companions made their way back toward the scene of so much tragedy that night, there was another distraction along the way. At least for Sean. As was his habit any of the rare times he ever left the estate, he would scan each and every structure he passed, looking for signs of anything noteworthy nearby other than the plethora of mortals that now called the city their home.

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As he did so that night, he found not one, but two auras that shone so brightly, it made any of the others in the area pale in comparison. After his time with Eliot, brief though it had been, he immediately knew what the sparkling blindness of those auras meant. The logical assumption was that he had stumbled upon wherever Eliot had been hiding himself away since his return. But what perplexed him was the second such aura his eyes had caught that night.

He knew that Eliot had requested that they stay away until he discovered how to be near them again, but he had to know who that other aura belonged to. If there was yet another mage in his territory, that was an invaluable piece of information to come by.

He turned to Lissa and the others then, “Go and corral any of the remaining fledglings who wish to join the Camarilla, and have someone contact me if you find the baby’s mother, or her sire.”

“Are you heading back to the estate?” Lissa asked warily.

“No, I need to make another stop,” and with that, he started away from the group, leaving them in Lissa’s hopefully capable hands.

Upon Sean approaching the house where he could see their sparkling auras through the walls, one of the inhabitants stepped out into the warm night air. Quickly returning his sight to normal, he noted that that aura was not Eliot’s, but instead belonged to a beautiful young girl who seemed to know of his approach before he even got within thirty feet of the home there on that dark night.

“Were you expecting me?” Sean asked as she had so purposefully come outside to greet him.

It took the young lady more than a moment to push past her immediate reaction to Sean’s very presence before she seemed to once again find enough confidence and composure to speak to him.

“I always know when I have a visitor,” she managed, her eyes still glued to Sean as she had to consciously cling to her composure.

“Interesting skill,” Sean said as his eyes moved over her once more as he took a step closer.

“I wouldn’t do that,” she replied quickly, holding her hand up to stop him.

“Do what?” Sean asked warily.

She took a breath, “You have to be invited first,” she settled on, despite how hard it was to oppose him, somehow.

“Really?” Sean couldn’t help the smirk at her restating what he assumed was a reference to that myth about vampires needing an invitation to enter a home. Though, if that were the case, her knowing he was a vampire at all was also somewhat unexpected. Then again, knowing that she must possess powers just as strange as Eliot’s, he assumed she must also have some way of divining his true nature as well.

“Call it a security measure, of sorts. And we’ll leave it at that,” she managed, still holding her hand up as though to keep him at bay, despite her strange desire to invite him right past those wards of hers.

Sean watched her a moment, “I thought you called them wards,” he had to play with the fact that he had some abilities she may not be aware of herself right then.

“War---” she swallowed the word, finding it harder to resist that desire all mortals had to please someone with Sean’s kind of majesty. Apparently even mages were not fully immune to that.

Finally Sean decided to end their game of back and forth and just gave in to allaying her suspicions, “You don’t have to worry. I’m not here to see him. As much as I want the answers he has, I still know better.”

“What?” she asked, a bit thrown. Then, it all seemed to click. “You’re not... Sean? Are you?” she asked a little breathlessly.

Sean allowed a slight chuckle, “Didn’t realize I was so well known.”

“I’m sure you realized,” she returned, a bit of wryness managing to peek through her tone.

Sean allowed another smile, “I just didn’t realize we had anyone else quite like Eliot here in our town.”

She sighed as she took a few steps toward him, while remaining just inside those invisible wards of hers. “Eliot didn’t know either. At least not til he came back, looking for more of his own answers.”

“So your... father? He was Eliot’s mentor, years ago?”

Summer shook her head, “I can see why Eliot didn’t want you near him until he fixed this problem. One second with him and you’d know every bit of that future he’s trying to get out of his head.”

Sean looked down a moment, “As I said, I’m not here for that. I was just... curious about our second magical resident.”

“Curiosity can be good, but only sometimes,” Summer offered him a slightly flirtatious smile, which Sean couldn’t help returning.