Raven had created this perfect home for all that were different. For all who were banished from their homes or from others like them. This was a place where you could be free to do what you wanted, without the outcome turning against you.

Kendall grabbed hold of the Iron Gate in front of her, pushing it forward with ease. She poked her head inside, looking around the crimson dwelling. No one in sight. "This isn’t normal" she whispered to herself glancing at the shattered wall clock. "It’s only 3 in the morning. Where could everyone be?"

She crept inside, closing the gate behind her. Edging quietly, deeper into her confine, careful not to wake the little ones. She was almost to her room, when she heard a dull raspy voice coming from the darkness behind her. "Where have you been?"

Kendall closed her eyes briefly, turning around slowly. She saw a faint image of Raven in the darkest corner of their home, sitting in his usual chair. He often said he liked to sit there to think about things, about people and about what was going on, but Kendall knew it was just so he could keep an eye on things around him without being noticed all that much. She watched his demeanour; just sitting there all she could see was his chest down, his face covered by darkness. But she knew it would be impossible to lie to him, as he, like many others, could hear her thoughts, and knew when she was lying.

"I was out…" she stammered. "I felt the hunger, and had to feed."

Raven adjusted himself in his large wooden chair, running one hand over his coarse beard. "You were alone?"

"Yes" she replied, looking down at the cracked concrete.

"And you went to 42^nd? You know your not suppose to go there alone. The evil is there. Those who do right and those who kill just for the hunger, and not for the fun or sport." He paused slowly as he leaned back in his chair. "If you ever go there again, take another of our kind. Those goodie goodie bastards are often intimidated when there are more than one of us."

"I will Raven" she promised him, rubbing her hands nervously. "I’ll take one of our own the next time."

Raven leaned forward reaching for his cigarettes, a small ray of light cascaded over his face. A long blond lock of hair fell loosely over his tanned skin as he pulled a cigarette out of it’s package and placed it between his two lips. He glanced up at Kendall before lighting it. "You have a visitor in your room."

Kendall nodded, taking a few steps backwards before she turned and headed to her bedroom. She moved aside the strings of beads that cascaded in her doorframe, where a gate once was, and entered further inside.

‘Her room’ she thought. There was not much to it. An old oil lamp by the corner, a large bed centered in the middle and some old velvet burgundy curtains covering the cracks to where, on early mornings… the sun poked her ugly head.

"And how are we this evening?" asked a voice she knew all to well. She lit the wick to her oil lamp and focused her attention over to her bedside. There, was her other half, Kael. The flickering light danced on his face as she took her place next to him on her bed. "I’m tired Kael" she told him softly. "I want to go to bed."

"Oh come on," He moaned. "I just woke up, and I came to play."

She shot him a glance as she unzipped her black leather boots, throwing them across the room. "I’ve had a long night," she replied taking off her thin leather jacket, dropping it by her feet. "And to top it off, some cop caught me feeding tonight…"

"Hold on," Kael quickly said, cutting her off in mid sentence. "You went feeding without me?"

Kendall looked down at him, his aqua colored eyes staring back, and traced her finger down his jawline. "I was hungry and didn’t want to wait."

"Bet you got a fat one too right?" He asked, his strong British accent beginning to show. "You always wait till I’m not there to go for the bloody porkers."

"Kael…" she argued, turning to face him once again. "Just drop it. I don’t need a lecture. I just want to go to bed."

Kendall pulled back her black bedsheets, and quickly shimmied out of her pants. Kendall buried herself under her sheets, closing her eyes. Kael pulled back the covers on his side of the bed, a devilish smile on his face. He curled up closer to Kendall, burying his face in her neck, and began kissing her neck seductively, running his tongue over the large spider tattoo she had inked near her throat.

"Kael what are you doing?" she asked. She opened her eyes, feeling his hot breath on her neck.

Kael looked up for a brief second, a gleam appearing in his eyes. "Just acting whicked my love. You go back to bed."

"When I said I wanted to go to bed," she cleared up, gently pushing him aside.

"I meant alone." Kael sat up, looking back down at her, feeling his fangs starting to come in.

"Bloody hell…" he hissed running his hand through his short bleach blond hair.

"You can’t just throw me out Spider."

Kendall sat up, grabbing Kaels jacket that was flung across the end of her bed, handing it to him. "I’ll see you tomorrow."

Kael grabbed his jacket, getting up angrily. He shook his head at what had just happened when Ravens voice erupted from the other room. "Do I have to come in there?"

Kael rolled his eyes, putting his jacket back on, looking down at Kendall before he left. "I forgot… that rigid bastard can hear your thoughts."