<span style="font-style: italic">"Hey. You two must be new here. I'm Brian." </span>Isabelle turned immediately to look at the boy who spoke. It was obvious that the name Brian was popular, and fact is she wasnâ€™t sure if this could be the Brian that they were looking for. Though the way he looked at the other girls , and how they swooned almost guaranteed that this was the right one. She kept her eyes level with his as she glanced at his bow. It was nice but that was it. It wouldnâ€™t do him any good in a real battle. She smirked confidently.<br/><br/>"Well Brian , Im not exactly a new student." She laughed. Frederick on the other hand was still eyeing the other girls at the fountain with a lecherous look.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" Ahem bitch your forgetting something he was talking to both us. Not just you Mrs. Self centered. And no we never attended this school, nor do we ever plan to attend this dreadful school." </span>Liz rested her eyes on the boyâ€™s chest. It was a wonder why girls liked him. However , looking like that  he would fail as a shadow hunter. He needed to be even more fit. She smirked and gave a quick glare at Isabelle. They  werenâ€™t here for quick chat, and they couldnâ€™t just tell the boy right here , and now that they were shadow hunters. That his life was at stake because of his blood.<br/><br/>"Well , Liz I donâ€™t see you aching to answer to him. Rather I see you checking him out." Isabelle kept her cold blue eyes on Brian. Noting that Liz was probably glaring daggers at her back like the bitch she was. "So I take it you like archery. Im willing to bet that you canâ€™t beat me in a match." She winked at Liz, then looked back at Brian. This will at least buy them enough time to actually explain what they had to. The missions orders were to protect, and guard Brian not tell him about the shadow hunters. That was a very valued secret and she couldnâ€™t just tell a mundane even if the mundane was actually a shadow hunter. But code kept her from just spitting it out.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well, I wonâ€™t deny that your one of the best bella just donâ€™t wipe the floor too bad. Of course Iâ€™d love to watch him beat the shit of you. Itâ€™d wipe that fucking smirk right off your face." </span>Liz smiled, and ran a hand through her soft , wavy blondeish , brown hair. Trying hard not to look at bella. It was against code for her to be nice. The two of them waited for Brian to say something or anything.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Samuel finally pulled up to a building that to humans would look like a natural bank. Which for humans it was a bank. Yet, to those that were downworlders like him the bank was far more. It was one of various pandemonium clubs around the united states. The building itself had three floors that the eye could see. Then there were two extra floors down below. Like a basement, and then a cellar underneath the basement. But instead those two floors were in reality a club that had two separate floors. One for the dance floor, and another as a secret meeting place for clans. He slowed down as his car slowly pulled into the parking lot. Making a left and then parking behind the building. The club must of been ragging busy at this time of night. Cars were jam packed in the large parking lot. Most of them expensive automobiles. Rather than old beat up rags that would be expected from the sort of downworlders that go to clubs.<br/><br/>The carâ€™s engine sputtered to a nice stop. He pulled the keys out of the cars ignition carefully. The opened the door and stepped out of the car. Wondering what the night might hold. The door slammed making a echo through out the still night. He smiled a venomous smile. Then walked towards the back door which was the entrance to the club. Two bouncers stood outside the club waiting to turn anyone that seemed out of place, or a trouble maker away. Neither bouncer turned him away. His name was well known in the down world society no bar , or club that belonged to a downworlder would turn him down. It would be plain stupid to.<br/><br/>The door creaked opened to a hallway that had stares leading down. The stairwell was lined with red velvet giving the little light a luminous look. It was wonderfully done , and he made sure to tap into his wolf senses. Smelling the various races that seemed to fill the club up. He quickly made his way to the end of the club awaiting for the beautiful vampiress that normally greets you at the door.