She nodded at the intersecting hallway ahead of them. "This is the correct way." Almost reluctantly, Aurox followed her.

"This a school, just as the House of Night is a school?" Aurox had to give voice to some of the questions that were circling around his mind.

Neferet didn't even glance at him. "It is a human school-a public school. Not like the House of Night." She shuddered delicately. "I can practically see the hormones and testosterone. Why do you ask?"

"I am simply curious," he said.

She did look at him then, briefly. "Do not be."

"Yes, Priestess," he said softly.

They wove their way farther within the quiet building, and the hall became less and less touched by sunlight. The shadows around Neferet stirred as she stopped in front of a door with musical notes painted on it. "This is it," she said, as she unlocked the door, and stepped into a dingy area that smelled of dust and neglect. To their left was a room filled with metal stands and chairs. Before them was a cluttered area that led into more darkness. Neferet hesitated and made a low sound of frustration. "I grow weary of searching." Neferet lifted her right hand, pressed the sharp nail of her left middle finger against her palm, slicing open a wound that wept red.

"To the red ones I command you lead me;

my blood your payment will be."

With a sense of fascination Aurox watched Darkness release from within the shadows beneath and around Neferet as well as the corners of the room. Questing tendrils slithered to her. Twining around her body they crawled up her skin to the blood that pooled in her palm. Darkness fed there, causing Neferet to shiver and moan as if in pain, though the Priestess did not close her hand. Did not pull away.

It made Aurox feel. Part of him felt excited as he anticipated a battle to come and welcomed the rage and power that battle would evoke. But another part of him felt revulsion. Darkness pulsed around Neferet, malevolent and sticky and dangerous. Aurox was pondering the different feelings when Neferet shook off the tendrils and licked her wound closed.

"You have fed.

I will be led."

The singsong rhyme of Neferet's spell brushed power against Aurox and he shivered as Darkness writhed and then skittered off leaving a thin ribbon-like trail that was blacker than a new moon night as its signpost.

"Come," Neferet said.

Aurox did as he was commanded.

They followed the ribbon into the seemingly abandoned hallway, which began to slope down and down, tunnel-like. Eventually they came to a space that widened and dead-ended. There Neferet paused.

Aurox scented them before he saw them. Their odor was vile, rotten, filthy. Death, he thought. They smell of death.

"Unacceptable," Neferet said angrily under her breath. "Utterly unacceptable." She strode into the underground room, went to the wall, and flipped a switch. A single bare bulb cast a sickly yellow light.

Aurox thought it looked like a nest.

Mattresses were piled against one another. Bodies were curled around each other under blankets. Some were naked. Some were clothed. It was difficult to see where one ended and another began. One head lifted. The vampyre's tattoos were red and they looked remarkably like the tendrils of Darkness that had led them to him. His gaze was hard. His voice angry.

"Kurtis, take care of whoever is bothering us."

A large mound moved sluggishly and a thick broad forehead appeared from the other end of the nest. This one had a red crescent outlined on his forehead-a fledgling.

"It's barely even day. Just zap 'em with electricity or somethin' and-"

"And what?" Neferet's voice was ice. "Kurtis, you were stupid and bumbling before you died. Now you're stupid and bumbling and you stink." Neferet glanced at Aurox. "Throw him against the wall."

Aurox moved to do her bidding, but slowly, giving the fledgling time to feel fear. Aurox fed from that fear, and as his body shifted, changed, grew into something else, something more powerful, the fledgling's fear shifted, changed, grew into delicious terror. With a roar Aurox lifted the boy from his nest and hurled him into the wall. There was a sick cracking sound and the boy lay still.

"Whoa! Whoa! Wait a second. Neferet! I didn't know it was you." The red vampyre stood, shirtless, hands out, facing the Priestess. Aurox felt his fear. It felt good.

He took a step toward the vampyre. His hooves rang against the cold cement floor.

"Halt for now, Aurox," Neferet commanded. She turned her back to him and concentrated on the vampyre and his nest. "Did you really believe you could hide from me, Dall as?"