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  "So what's wrong with Jimmy? He's been really upset since we got here." I asked quietly knowing that Jimmy could hear me if he listened carefully.
  "When Jimmy was presented he was judged to be a potential menace. They were preparing to kill him when a younger member of the council appealed to the elders on his behalf. She had been a prophetic history major and after seeing Jimmy's presentation and condemnation she went home to do a little research. She had noticed the reasons he was deemed a menace was because he didn't have the right color eyes and his fangs were too long.
  "Turns out there was a prophecy long ago that spoke of a war. It said the Embassy would hide the war until a new breed arose. This new breed would have silver eyes that turned bright scarlet later in their lives and extended fangs. The new breed was meant to help end the war." I glanced up and for the first time saw the silver rings around Brian's pupils.
  "Jimmy was the first of us so naturally they tried to deny the prophecy. They claimed she was a Federation spy, having her put to death and Jimmy thrown in jail for existence. They were going to make him spend the rest of his existence in their prison.
  "I was the next to be presented, almost 100 years later. By then the war had gone public and the prophecy was brought up again. This time they believed it, freeing Jimmy and sending us to train. After that they found there would be five of us discovered and a serum, revived to create a war machine. The five of us were sent to find the queen's reincarnate to use the serum.
  "See the queen was murdered even before the Embassy was developed, but all the texts said she would have a human reincarnation after all the silvers were found. You're a reincarnation of our queen and an absolute war machine. You make 'em, they train 'em, we command 'em." His eyes had grown distant but snapped back to my face when he paused.
  "But yeah, that's why Jimmy freaks out when we come here; 100 plus years of unjust punishment for being a prophecy." Brian shrugged sipping a snifter of Jack Daniels blended with fresh blood.
  "Wow, torture much?" I frowned
  "Yeah, but they're thirsty and you haven't seen fun till you get Johnny good and shit faced." He grinned grabbing the other two snifters leaving the two Long Island Iced Teas for me to carry.
  We all drank happily; even Jimmy seemed to be enjoying himself. I found out that aside from me, Johnny was the youngest, a mere 94 years old compared to Jimmy's 500 years of aging. Brian was almost 377, Matt was around 350 and Zacky was 344. The last time any of them had lived with a woman was Matt's short stint with Queen Elizabeth, which ended in freakish disaster.

  The limo was trashed by a little tornado named Johnny the Cowboy on the ride home. No one knew how or where, but Johnny had gotten a cowboy hat and was under the impression he was a cowboy from Texas. He lay in my lap crying when everyone told him he was afraid of horses and therefore, could never be a cowboy. Stifling laughter I told him they were all crazy and no one needed a horse to be a cowboy. He smiled and hugged my waist before falling to sleep in my lap.
  I carried the small man to his room and placed a trash bucket beside the bed knowing what that much of a good thing would do to someone. I checked all the other boys, placing trash cans with them as well, before eating a waffle and going to my bathroom to shower. I freshened up and wrapped a fluffy gray towel around my body peering into the mirror.
  I was certainly a paler shade of white and I was absolutely beautiful. I let my fangs drop down and the pitch black in my eyes seemed to be ringed with silver around where my pupils should be. Was it because I was part of this specialized coven?
  I sighed and my features returned to normal. My new looks were astounding and right above my collar bone I saw three small holes. Two appeared to be fang marks and the other, a large gauge needle piercing. I really was this new war machine.
  My bedroom was in the center of all the boy's and looked extremely bland. The plain gray walls were lifeless and the blackout curtains hung the entire length of the room. The bed had thin gray sheets and a few white pillows scattered across the top. The place looks utterly untouched.
  The dresser wasn't much more impressive. Some black tank tops and shorts with a not lying on top.
            We can fix all of this tomorrow.
            Just remind us and think of what you want.
            Anything is yours Darling.
            Love Your Boys,
            Jimmy, Johnny, Zacky, Brian, and Matt
  I slightly smiled extracting a top and shorts before dropping my towel and changing quickly. I braided my hair unwilling to search for a brush or blow-dryer. I faced my bed and a sudden wave of exhaustion hit me like a blow from Matt. Nothing sounded better to me than a good day's sleep.
  The light cotton sheets clung to my smooth skin in all the right places. The only thing I missed being on the streets was a warm bed to crawl into every night; being with the boys meant I was promised a good life from now on. Just as my eyes grew heavy I heard someone violently throwing up. I couldn't leave one of my boys to suffer alone so I ventured out to the hall. The sounds were coming from Zacky's room so I darted down the hall and opened his door.
I found an icy cold and clammy Zacky slumped over his toilet still throwing up everything he had. His usually bright green eyes were the same scarlet and silver I had seen on Brian and Jimmy earlier and he was vomiting a mixture of blood and my venom, a thick black tar.
  "Zacky honey, how'd you get my venom in your system?" he jumped, obviously not hearing my entrance, "Are you okay sweetie?" he dry heaved a few times before collapsing where he sat.
  I grabbed a washcloth from the counter and wet it with cold water before placing it on the back of his neck and his head in my lap. He was colder than cold and his eyes were barely a dull green when he finally looked up at me.
  "Zacky what's wrong? You were throwing up my venom and then you just passed out." I frowned running my fingers through his hair.
  "I'm not really sure. I think they're introducing your venom into our systems so we gain your strength. I feel like shit." He complained burying his face in my lap.
  "This is the first time this has happened isn't it?" he nodded his head, "I figured as much. Let's get you up to brush your teeth while I check everyone else, then you go to bed." I smiled lifting his head out of my lap.
  After making sure he was able to stand on his own I moved to leave him alone. Just before I pulled his door closed his hand reached out to grab my wrist. His eyes were their typical playful bright green when I looked up at him.
  "Come back in here when you're done? I really don't want to be alone tonight." He smiled and disappeared.
  I started down the hall when I heard the same horrid heaving coming from Johnny's room; I ran to his bathroom and found the same thing as I had in Zacky's room. I repeated the procedure I did with Zacky and as I left he too asked me to join him. I told him to meet me in the den and to get Zacky while he was at it. He obliged and disappeared back into his room as Matt's room erupted with forceful heaves. It was like clockwork with these boys. I continued, repeating the same process again for matt then Jimmy and finally Brian; all of them asking for the night with me and my reply always being the same, "meet me in the den."
  Once I had cleaned up everything and gathered some pillows and blankets from my room. I went to the den to find all my boys making a huge group bed in the floor. Each boy had a different color designated as their own. Matt's goldenrod yellow pillow and fleece were stretched across the couch while Brian's plum colored pillow was closest to the door, Jimmy's royal blue pillow beside his, an empty space in the middle, then Zacky's lime green pillow, and Johnny's crimson red pillow closest to the wall.
  "So it's an EK sandwich then?" I said throwing my pillow in the empty space.
  "Sure is, have you found your color yet?" Johnny smiled completely bright eyed.
  "I was thinking black; it's a good base; kind of goes with everything." I smiled stretching out between the boys.
  "I like it. Have you put any thought into your room yet?" Brian smiled at me.
  "Yeah I have actually. I want it to represent the coven. My carpet will be black with a silver deathbat on it, since that's the crest; then I want each of you to decorate a wall in your color. Yellow ceilings, purple north, green south, blue east, red west and a black and white bathroom with black furniture of course." They all nodded.
  "Alright, that can all be arranged tomorrow." Matt smiled.
  "Okay, now can we all go to sleep? I'm exhausted from cleaning up after all of you." I smiled again curling up under my gray blanket.
  As soon as my eyes closed I was engulfed in a dream.

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  "So what's wrong with Jimmy? He's been really upset since we got here." I asked quietly knowing that Jimmy could hear me if he listened carefully.
  "When Jimmy was presented he was judged to be a potential menace. They were preparing to kill him when a younger member of the council appealed to the elders on his behalf. She had been a prophetic history major and after seeing Jimmy's presentation and condemnation she went home to do a little research. She had noticed the reasons he was deemed a menace was because he didn't have the right color eyes and his fangs were too long.
  "Turns out there was a prophecy long ago that spoke of a war. It said the Embassy would hide the war until a new breed arose. This new breed would have silver eyes that turned bright scarlet later in their lives and extended fangs. The new breed was meant to help end the war." I glanced up and for the first time saw the silver rings around Brian's pupils.
  "Jimmy was the first of us so naturally they tried to deny the prophecy. They claimed she was a Federation spy, having her put to death and Jimmy thrown in jail for existence. They were going to make him spend the rest of his existence in their prison.
  "I was the next to be presented, almost 100 years later. By then the war had gone public and the prophecy was brought up again. This time they believed it, freeing Jimmy and sending us to train. After that they found there would be five of us discovered and a serum, revived to create a war machine. The five of us were sent to find the queen's reincarnate to use the serum.
  "See the queen was murdered even before the Embassy was developed, but all the texts said she would have a human reincarnation after all the silvers were found. You're a reincarnation of our queen and an absolute war machine. You make 'em, they train 'em, we command 'em." His eyes had grown distant but snapped back to my face when he paused.
  "But yeah, that's why Jimmy freaks out when we come here; 100 plus years of unjust punishment for being a prophecy." Brian shrugged sipping a snifter of Jack Daniels blended with fresh blood.
  "Wow, torture much?" I frowned
  "Yeah, but they're thirsty and you haven't seen fun till you get Johnny good and shit faced." He grinned grabbing the other two snifters leaving the two Long Island Iced Teas for me to carry.
  We all drank happily; even Jimmy seemed to be enjoying himself. I found out that aside from me, Johnny was the youngest, a mere 94 years old compared to Jimmy's 500 years of aging. Brian was almost 377, Matt was around 350 and Zacky was 344. The last time any of them had lived with a woman was Matt's short stint with Queen Elizabeth, which ended in freakish disaster.

  The limo was trashed by a little tornado named Johnny the Cowboy on the ride home. No one knew how or where, but Johnny had gotten a cowboy hat and was under the impression he was a cowboy from Texas. He lay in my lap crying when everyone told him he was afraid of horses and therefore, could never be a cowboy. Stifling laughter I told him they were all crazy and no one needed a horse to be a cowboy. He smiled and hugged my waist before falling to sleep in my lap.
  I carried the small man to his room and placed a trash bucket beside the bed knowing what that much of a good thing would do to someone. I checked all the other boys, placing trash cans with them as well, before eating a waffle and going to my bathroom to shower. I freshened up and wrapped a fluffy gray towel around my body peering into the mirror.
  I was certainly a paler shade of white and I was absolutely beautiful. I let my fangs drop down and the pitch black in my eyes seemed to be ringed with silver around where my pupils should be. Was it because I was part of this specialized coven?
  I sighed and my features returned to normal. My new looks were astounding and right above my collar bone I saw three small holes. Two appeared to be fang marks and the other, a large gauge needle piercing. I really was this new war machine.
  My bedroom was in the center of all the boy's and looked extremely bland. The plain gray walls were lifeless and the blackout curtains hung the entire length of the room. The bed had thin gray sheets and a few white pillows scattered across the top. The place looks utterly untouched.
  The dresser wasn't much more impressive. Some black tank tops and shorts with a not lying on top.
            We can fix all of this tomorrow.
            Just remind us and think of what you want.
            Anything is yours Darling.
            Love Your Boys,
            Jimmy, Johnny, Zacky, Brian, and Matt
  I slightly smiled extracting a top and shorts before dropping my towel and changing quickly. I braided my hair unwilling to search for a brush or blow-dryer. I faced my bed and a sudden wave of exhaustion hit me like a blow from Matt. Nothing sounded better to me than a good day's sleep.
  The light cotton sheets clung to my smooth skin in all the right places. The only thing I missed being on the streets was a warm bed to crawl into every night; being with the boys meant I was promised a good life from now on. Just as my eyes grew heavy I heard someone violently throwing up. I couldn't leave one of my boys to suffer alone so I ventured out to the hall. The sounds were coming from Zacky's room so I darted down the hall and opened his door.
I found an icy cold and clammy Zacky slumped over his toilet still throwing up everything he had. His usually bright green eyes were the same scarlet and silver I had seen on Brian and Jimmy earlier and he was vomiting a mixture of blood and my venom, a thick black tar.
  "Zacky honey, how'd you get my venom in your system?" he jumped, obviously not hearing my entrance, "Are you okay sweetie?" he dry heaved a few times before collapsing where he sat.
  I grabbed a washcloth from the counter and wet it with cold water before placing it on the back of his neck and his head in my lap. He was colder than cold and his eyes were barely a dull green when he finally looked up at me.
  "Zacky what's wrong? You were throwing up my venom and then you just passed out." I frowned running my fingers through his hair.
  "I'm not really sure. I think they're introducing your venom into our systems so we gain your strength. I feel like shit." He complained burying his face in my lap.
  "This is the first time this has happened isn't it?" he nodded his head, "I figured as much. Let's get you up to brush your teeth while I check everyone else, then you go to bed." I smiled lifting his head out of my lap.
  After making sure he was able to stand on his own I moved to leave him alone. Just before I pulled his door closed his hand reached out to grab my wrist. His eyes were their typical playful bright green when I looked up at him.
  "Come back in here when you're done? I really don't want to be alone tonight." He smiled and disappeared.
  I started down the hall when I heard the same horrid heaving coming from Johnny's room; I ran to his bathroom and found the same thing as I had in Zacky's room. I repeated the procedure I did with Zacky and as I left he too asked me to join him. I told him to meet me in the den and to get Zacky while he was at it. He obliged and disappeared back into his room as Matt's room erupted with forceful heaves. It was like clockwork with these boys. I continued, repeating the same process again for matt then Jimmy and finally Brian; all of them asking for the night with me and my reply always being the same, "meet me in the den."
  Once I had cleaned up everything and gathered some pillows and blankets from my room. I went to the den to find all my boys making a huge group bed in the floor. Each boy had a different color designated as their own. Matt's goldenrod yellow pillow and fleece were stretched across the couch while Brian's plum colored pillow was closest to the door, Jimmy's royal blue pillow beside his, an empty space in the middle, then Zacky's lime green pillow, and Johnny's crimson red pillow closest to the wall.
  "So it's an EK sandwich then?" I said throwing my pillow in the empty space.
  "Sure is, have you found your color yet?" Johnny smiled completely bright eyed.
  "I was thinking black; it's a good base; kind of goes with everything." I smiled stretching out between the boys.
  "I like it. Have you put any thought into your room yet?" Brian smiled at me.
  "Yeah I have actually. I want it to represent the coven. My carpet will be black with a silver deathbat on it, since that's the crest; then I want each of you to decorate a wall in your color. Yellow ceilings, purple north, green south, blue east, red west and a black and white bathroom with black furniture of course." They all nodded.
  "Alright, that can all be arranged tomorrow." Matt smiled.
  "Okay, now can we all go to sleep? I'm exhausted from cleaning up after all of you." I smiled again curling up under my gray blanket.
  As soon as my eyes closed I was engulfed in a dream.