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Zeig stood up and hoped that Alasdair caught his scent. Alasdair had not seen Zeig since he left for Romania. Zeig closed the door behind him and Circe and then began walking towards the stairs.

Zeig looked over at her."You just have to convince him that your done with Asmodeous and you'll never betray the coven again. He should be convinced that your done with Asmodeous because you'll have my scent all over you and we're holding hands." Zeig answered her.

((Everytime i need o talk to Alasdair he logs off. Everytime.))

Zeig kissed her on the cheek."Well I am happy with the outcome." Zeig said as he started walking down the stairs. He heard the lycans response with Alasdair and as he reached the bottom of the stairs he pulled his gun out and cocked it, making sure there was a bullet in the chamber."The lycans are still brainless beasts. If Lucian hadn't continued his race, this war wouldn't be going on. We would have only the hunters to deal with." Zeig said coldy. He hated Lycans for what they did to his family.

Zeig looked different so he was sure Alasdair wouldn't recognize him, but Zeig's voice hand't changed. Zeig was only in Romania for a few months anyways. Zeig also had a lot of other stuff on his mind. He wanted to tell Circe everything about his past and her brother. He just didn't know how to say it. He was sure that through his blood the night before and her psychic powers that she already knew. Other than that this was not the time. Zeig had to defend Circe against Alasdaid to see if she can be forgiven and rejoin the Coven.

Alasdair was growing tired of the girl. He did not care about the lycans thinking that they were equals now in the turn of the century. He was in no mood to deal with the girls illusion of history, did she really think that a lycan was as rational as a vampire. It was common knowledge that lycans were governed by their primitive side, by the beast inside.

“You are not here for a history lesson girl.” Alasdair said with an annoyed tone in his voice. He stood up in a swift and rash move. He looked at the woman, narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. “That happened thousands of years ago…I don’t care about that, I just answered your question. Now tell me about your research.”

Alasdair took another deep breath and turned around. He walked towards the cabinet he had opened before the girl had entered the bathroom. Alasdair put the glass he was holding in the cupboard and turned the key.

Sibyl entered Las Noches and though there were a few vampires scattered around the place, she was able to single out Alasdair's unique scent signature and hone in on it. Her nose was just as effective and reliable as any tracking device that could be planted onto someone. If not, it was more reliable since her memory bank for scents was absolutely amazing and her nose was capable of singling out specific scents for the sole purpose of tracking someone down. It was also impossible to change a scent, it could be masked but it was impossible to fully mask or change one's own unique scent no matter what. That was the reason her nose was so reliable and why it was superb at what it functioned for.

She approached the vampire's quarters, standing outside the door to which he was behind, not making any violent sort of move to attack him or anything but obviously prepared for any form of retaliation to her presence from his guards. "So Alasdair," Sibyl spoke smoothly and casually as though she weren't a lycan in a vampire infested establishment from outside his door, "mind explaining to me why I had a shock collar on me that had your blood inside of it? Also mind telling me how you managed to get that thing on me without my noticing?" She was somewhat ticked but more intrigued and curious than anything. Sibyl was a master at keeping her calm prior to Alasdair's beliefs that she was governed by her wolven side, which she was but her wolven side wasn't rash, it was clever, witty and cautious.