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Hank had asked what was to be done if Gabriel decided to kill them. Mithias nearly chuckled. "Then my dear son, we die."

Just then a feminine voice interrupted them, and they turned around suprisedly. Chantelle made her introduction with one hand behind her back.

The sound of swords being drawn answered Hank's question as to who Chantelle was. Mithias narrowed his eyes at her in obvious suspicion. She could be some spoiled newblood enjoying her new immortality and power in this famous vacation spot, or she could be some kind of lord, as she had said, and only God knew why she had stumbled upon Hank and Mithias. Mithias could never tell, but he'd go down defending his family.

Chantelle giggled and put her knife away, holding up her hands in a sign of peace. 

Mithias had heard that name before. "Chantelle Black, the selfish terror. You're an oldblood, a monster among humanity, a killer of your own kind, and your reputation for self absorbance preceeds you." Mithias made clear that he wasn't going to cower and also made sure that Hank knew she wasn't a friend. Mithias really hated when some vampire lord found him unexpectedly. It was a recipie for death. 

"I am Mithias." He didn't offer any further information, and she couldn't force any from his mind. He was a strange enigma. Something she had never encountered before, like an intriguing puzzle that begged to be solved, to be cracked open. The name might bring to mind one of the several vampires that had worked for the old Soldier organization years ago. Could he be the same one? Powerful fledglings were always so idiotic. Working for humans was so demeaning.

"What are you doing here in Hawaii, Chantelle Black? Surely there is nothing of interest to you here." The young vampire was trying to convince her to go away.