Micah started to stir after the incident that had just happened. She stood, looking down at Alexandra's corpse. Circenn, who had sensed something had happened in the home, was there with a simple thought. He looked down at Alexandra, someone of whom he had just promised would be safe, for now. He grabbed Micah up, slamming her against the wall. He held his hand around her throat, glaring into her eyes. Here was the woman he had sired, the person who reminded him so much of the woman he once loved. She had killed her own friend, in a sick twisted, momentary blood lust. Now the woman, lying on the floor, who had been promised safety, was cold. No breath, no heartbeat. He slid a hand down, grabbing Micah's wrist and forcing her to look at what she had done.

"See what you have done! Your hunger killed your best friend."

Micah couldn't look, he forced her face to look at the scene in front of her. She saw, and tried to pull away. As she fought against his grip, his only got tighter around her. He had promised that Alexandra was to be safe. So long as Maya was still breathing. Did this mean that someone had finally killed Maya? Or was this something that was meant to happen long before Micah and Alexandra had met?

"I swore to her that she would be safe, because of the bond you two shared. And now, what good is my word Micah?"

He slammed her against the wall, pressing against her. His childe, the vampire than he had created, had bitten her own friend. She had taken the life of someone under the protection of not only the Sicilian clan, but the Vatican clans as well. What would Circenn say to Marcus, should he come looking for Alexandra. What words could he use to calm the Roman, when he finds out that the woman he was beginning to feel for, was laying on a slab of stone downstairs, because his childe could not control her cravings?

"WHAT GOOD IS MY WORD? You will fix this now. As your maker, I command you."

Circenn dropped his hands from her, shoving her out the door. He watched as she ran down the stairs, slamming into the wall outside a vault. She fumbled with the door for a moment, hearing Circenns voice. He followed after her, trying to control his anger, but feeling himself slipping slowly.

"I promise her protection, and you killed her. What was that you had asked? For her to be spared. And for what? So you could drain her? Do you have the slightest idea of the war that could break out over this? If she should perish, it's you who must tell Marcus."

She pushed the door open, revealing a beautiful woman. Long reddish brown hair, pale skin. She looked as if she was only sleeping. However, Circenn knew the truth. The woman had died a great many years ago, in 1860, the Victorian era. Micah looked at her, before turning to Circenn.

"Leave us"

Circenn did as his prodigy said, but remained outside the door, waiting for the right moment to return inside. Should Marcus ever find out it was Micah who did this.. there would be a war. In the end however, this was what needed to be done. Circenn stood in the hall, just outside the door. He watched both ways, knowing that if the Roman had any amount of a bond with Ally, he would know something was wrong, he would be able to sense it, and come rushing.. a knight is shining armor. Ally was bonded to him, he could feel it, it coursed through the blood, flowing through Micah's veins, the very blood that was once within Alexandra's veins. Circenn was extremely pissed at his prodigy, but knew.. she would do what must be done, to save the life of her best friend.

-Ritual-

Micah rested against the closed vault door, knowing what was needed but too scared to do it. She knew she would end up weaker by the end of the ritual but she had to bring back the only friend she ever truly had. Slowly, she walked around the room, setting up white candles in each corner and black candles around the body. Knowing that there was a chance the ritual would fail, Micah sliced open her hand and letting her black blood splash on the candles. With a snap of her fingers, all the candles lit up, throwing the room in a dull orange glow.

"Forgive me, Alexandra."

She sighed and dropped to her knees against the cold floor. Her soft voice speaking in a soft whisper of Celtic long since dead. A soft silver glow surrounded the body, floating an inch above the stone table. The room grew cold but Micah never stopped the chanting. Each corner candle flicked out but she still didn't stop; she knew she had to keep the chant going until each candle was blown out.

When the last candle flicked out, Circenn opened the door, his eyes looking at the floating body surrounded in silver before they snapped over to Micah, who was lying on the floor beside the stone table.

"That is fine work you have done.. you have made your sire proud."

He walked up, sliding an arm around Micah. They both look down at Alexandra.

"If she makes it to Madness..."

Circenn and Micah walked from the vault, leaving the body where it was. Resting silently for however long it would take.

--Hours Later--

Silence crept over the home, Micah and Circenn had since moved away from vault that Micah had performed the ritual in. They left the body alone, to do what it must. The hush crept through the home, until the howl of a wolf could be heard. The candles in the room flickered, and its as if the entire world goes still, no movement, no air. The body on the stone altar, the one Micah had just been performing the ritual over began to move. The eyes, slowly fluttered open, bright blue hues, with a ring of gold on the outer rims, before the whites of the eyes. The body rose from the altar, and pushed the door open, disappearing into darkness.. What had Micah done?