"It was Paris all over again," Ciaran said to himself with a sigh, he was looking through the books that he kept locked away from the others, most especially their curious little witch. He was looking for something that would shed some light on last nights raid of their home. Elizabeth was right about one thing, they had the advantage of surprise during that attack.
They hadn't been prepared for the lone human of the household to fight back and fight back effectively. He still didn't understand why they hadn't killed her, it's what he would have done in if the roles were reversed.
In Paris, it wasn't an organized attack. No one clan of vampires had been large enough or strong enough to exert enough dominance over the other clans. They had set up a household in a territory they d
