He'd been so shocked by her reaction to him that he'd let her drag him down the hall without protest. Over the centuries grown men had pissed themselves when they saw his red eyes and fangs, but that small little tot had dragged him down the hall like he was her favorite pull toy.

When she pulled him into her family's living quarters he expected a pair of seriously pissed off Sentinels to attack him, but there had been no one. The only sound in the luxury apartment came from the cartoon playing on the large living room television. She pulled him into the small kitchen and pointed expectantly to a cabinet. Reluctantly he opened it, thinking her parents really f**ked up on the whole "stay away from strangers" talk.

To this day he could still remember the sweet sound of her voice as she said, "Hungie."

Hating himself for not leaving her in the hallway and hauling his ass out of there when he had the chance, he grabbed the damn rainbow box and let himself get bossed around by the little midget. Five minutes later she was happily eating her bowl of rainbow puffs while sitting on his knee in front of the television.

Twenty minutes later two dozen Sentinels stormed the apartment and he willingly went with them, happy to get away from the singing and dancing dog on the television. The little girl who clung to his neck as they drew their weapons may have had something to do with his surrender. For the first time in centuries he hadn't wanted to see another living thing hurt and that confused the living hell out of him, leaving him with absolutely no idea what to do with himself.

After that he decided to hang around to figure some things out. The little girl quickly became his shadow. He hadn't said anything to run her off mostly because she didn't get on his nerves like everyone else did. Soon he found himself drinking imaginary tea with teddy bears, kissing skinned knees, and teaching her how to beat the shit out of the school bully.

Those had been the best years of his life. Then......then she just had to go and change everything by growing up. One day she'd been the sweet girl complaining about her math teacher and the next minute she'd been a desirable woman. He silently cursed his own stupidity for thinking about her, something he did at least a dozen times a day.

Not that he cared about her. He didn't. He never allowed anything or anyone to matter to him. She was just an old responsibility and since he was still hanging around he kept an eye out for her just to have something to do while he tried to figure things out.

It meant nothing.

Just like that little "talk" he'd had with the dipshit a month ago and the half dozen or so other talks he had with him over the previous four months. He hated the little shit and gladly welcomed any reason to beat the hell out of him. Kicking the crap out of Greg entertained him almost as much as the bullshit stories the little bastard made up to cover his injuries. Greg didn't want anyone to know that the Council's "bitch" had bested him.

He walked towards the ladder, smirking as the human posted there to guard the entrance backed up anxiously. Every human and Sentinel feared him and rightly so. He was a monster and it was in his nature to destroy. Given the smallest inclination and would do just that.

Chapter 2

"Danni, what's your location?" Greg demanded.

She pressed her finger to the small button on her headset and answered as she surveyed the dark tunnel that opened to the right. "I'm in section C-23." Where you assigned me, ass**le, but she didn't say that out loud mostly because she didn't want to prolong this conversation.

Crouching low, she adjusted the resolution of her night vision goggles. After making sure the tunnel was clear and no one was sneaking up behind her she bypassed the tunnel opening and continued forward. She was about a thousand yards from where they believed the nest was located.

That nagging feeling she'd been doing her damndest to ignore since she heard about this mission a week ago snuck up on her again. Something about this didn't feel right. It wasn't just the fact that Greg was put in charge, even though that had been a shock. The location was the main problem.

Why would a group of vampires choose to live in an old tunnel system that had been abandoned over a century ago instead of in any of the thousands of buildings above them? Last time she checked Manhattan hadn't been lacking in space. They could find dark spaces to keep out the sun in thousands of other locations.

Of course there were homeless vampires that thought themselves no better than animals, but those were a minority. To actually have an entire nest turning their backs on human comforts was rare. Then again, they were on the local Sentinel shit list.

Her crew wouldn't even be here if something big wasn't going down. Normally a Sentinel unit would clear this nest with the human squad as back up. With their natural speed and strength the Sentinels were the only ones who could easily handle a nest this size. Things changed a little over eight months ago when an alert went out and every Sentinel in the world found themselves battling to stop the Masters from uniting. That left human units like hers with handling nests like this one for the time being.

Over the years Danni had managed to tag along with various Sentinel units as part of her training. It didn't take long for her to figure out that she was out of her league. They moved faster, hit harder and fought without a second's hesitation. She'd known then if she was ever going to be considered worthy to fight alongside them permanently, she'd have to set herself apart from the other humans working for the Sentinels.

So, for the past eleven years since Caine stopped training with her, she trained twice as hard and patrolled more hours than anyone in her unit until patrolling and fighting became second nature to her. Her hard work hadn't gone unnoticed. She was asked several times over the years to aide on missions like this one. More so in the past two years, but that would all change soon.

"I need you to head over to section G-8," Greg said in a hard tone he probably hoped she'd obey.

She snorted. No such luck. She wasn't one of those mindless drones who did what they were told without question. Especially since she knew that particular section of tunnel led to a dead end and more importantly it was located in the opposite direction of the nest.

"That's a dead end," she said, continuing forward.

"Negative. Go to channel 14B. All others continue with your assignments."

Danni rolled her eyes as she crouched with her back to the tunnel so she could scan the area while she had this asinine conversation. It only took a second to switch over to the secured channel they used to cut down on chatter and prepared herself for whatever bullshit he was about to throw her way.

She knew this tunnel system backwards and forwards, a skill she'd forced herself to learn. It saved time instead of having to find a safe spot to take out a map and of course kept her ass safe on more than one occasion.

"That section has no bisecting tunnels or access to manhole covers. It is a dead end and in the opposite side of where I need to be," she explained, unable to hide the irritation in her voice as her headache flared once again.

"I just got my hands on the blueprint of this tunnel system from 1907. It shows G-8 was finished as an emergency escape route. It wraps around and connects to C-24," Greg explained.

Dread filled Danni as she listened. She knew exactly what that meant. If the tunnel was still intact and the nest had a way out then all their planning would be for nothing. If this nest escaped then there wouldn't be any second chances to do this again. Worse, if they f**ked this mission up it was all their asses and Danni couldn't afford a suspension right now.