By: Mystic Redfern

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Frost let her eyes adjust as she walked into the dimly lit room. She noticed a small group of shape-shifters playing pool in the back right-hand corner. In the left corner, a few werewolves sat at a table playing cards. She stood silently scoping out the room, looking for someone she either knew or who looked like they wouldn't care if she joined them. She almost wished she had waited for Ash and Quinn to come and introduce her to the crowd. But she remembered that she wasn't afraid of anything and spotted a girl arguing with what looked to be another vampire. The girl was definitely a witch. She had black hair and onyx eyes. She couldn't get a good glimpse of the boy for he wasn't facing. Frost watched with interest as the boy got up with exasperation and stormed out of the club. The witch just sat at the booth and watched him leave, not seeming to care whether he was coming or going. Frost decided to introduce herself. She stepped gracefully over to the girl's booth. At first, the witch took no notice of her, as if she was thinking of something that had nothing to do with the current situation. Finally she looked at her and said, "You're new here. You're from the runaways that Ash and Quinn control. And you're the first witch/vampire that these eyes have yet to see."

For a moment Frost faltered. "What? I'm not a witch. Just a vampire."

"Don't give me that," the girl spoke sharply for a second. "You have the eyes. Probably a lost Harmen. You seem to have that glow to you. And besides, you should know because you are wearing the ring for it."

Frost just looked confused.

"Yep. Definitely lost. Oh well. As you can see I am a witch, and my name is Circe. In case you were wondering who that man was, which you most likely were, he was just some vampire who has been bothering me lately," Circe said with a sigh.

"My name is Frost. This is my first time here," she said formally.

"Well Frost, there seems to be many a Night Worlder whispering about you that you will notice if you look over to the right side of the club," Circe said calmly.

Frost acted as if she was brushing her hair out of her face as she glanced to her right. There was no doubt that people were talking about her. She could see a few vampires pointing her way and then whispering words so softly that she couldn't make them out. All of a sudden a familiar man burst through the back door.

It was the man that had made her a vampire. Frost was astonished. She had always hoped to meet him again and speak to him about what had happened after she blacked out. About where the man who had hurt that girl had gone. But she had never really known what to say to him when the time came. And as it turned out she wouldn't need to think of what to say to him. The man stalked over her way and stood in front of their booth. "Frost, I believe it is. You should remember me from a few weeks back," he stammered.

Frost faltered. She had forgotten how stunning he looked. "Yes. You were the man who saved my life. You were the one who changed me." All the while Circe was watching silently with what seemed to be total interest and amazement.

"Adrian. You never seemed to be the dashing type to me. What a surprise to hear about you saving someone's life," Circe teased. He looked at her but quickly turned his attention back to Frost.

"As you know, now my name is Adrian," he explained. "When I found you the first time, when I "saved" you that is, I was looking for the 4th wild power for Circle Midnight. I saw you go into that alley and I hoped you weren't going to get yourself into trouble, because I knew that was vampire territory," he said. "I followed you in case you needed help. And well I had no choice but to change you into a vampire to save your life. Now, since you are the first crossbreed, the council of Circle Midnight has requested, well ordered me to bring you to them." he stated.

Frost was shocked. "What? I will not go to see this council of yours! I know what Circle Midnight is like. And I do not wish to be used as a weapon!" she exclaimed, all the while standing to face him.

"You are coming with me!" Adrian exploded. He tried to grab her arm.

In her struggle, Frost felt a sudden explosion of power. A ball of purplish fire erupted from her hands and shot at Adrian. It forced him back to the farthest end of the club. Frost was amazed at what she had done. She had no idea that being a witch was like this. She stood motionless for long seconds, but then Circe pulled her by the arm out of the club.

"We have got to get out of here," Circe said with excitement. "Because even if that was fun, and we are both powerful, I doubt we could beat the huge crowd of Circle Midnight people in there," Circe said.

Frost felt herself being pulled into a deep blue convertible. She heard the engine rev-up and the car fly out of the alley just as a crowd poured out of the Black Iris.
The wind in her face felt refreshing. Circe was smiling. "You seem quite calm," Frost said curiously.

"Oh I love a good fight. Shame we had to leave. But, we could never have gotten out without you being dragged to the Circle Midnight council and me being carted off to a dungeon for helping you," she said with a daring smile. "You must be wondering about your witch powers. Maybe I'll teach you some spells later tonight."

"Tonight? Does that mean we're going to some other club now?" Frost asked tiresomely.

"Actually we're going to Maeve's place. She is a fellow witch. We can do some explainin' for you there," Circe explained.

"I should really find Daria. She never did show up. She is my friend. She'll wonder where I am," Frost said with worry. "Later." Frost somehow managed to drift off to sleep even through the wind blowing all around her.

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