Sitting at a table, books spread around, sits Parker. Messy hair up in a bun, at least one pencil sticking out of it. A forgotten plate with a half eaten sandwich sits on a stack of books. Slung on the back of her chair is a worn leather jacket. 

Others walk around some taking books from a discarded pile, they leave for a few minutes and return with a new one.

New books are placed on a stack on the other side of the table, within easy reach of Parker.

Parker flips threw pages, and jots down notes, oblivious to others coming and going. Her mug of coffee, never runs empty. Every twenty minutes someone walks by with a coffee pot and quietly refills it before disappearing again. Though she isn't conscious of it Every time Parker gives a quick nod in thanks, though she isn't the one nodding in those moments so lost in her research.

"Hey...Maybe you should finish that sandwich," Nel says, from their place within Parker.

"Its fine it has only been a few minutes," Parker mutters, flipping a page.

Nel shimmies rolling their figurative eyes, and shakes their head.

"It has been seven hours," Nel sighs, "Its evening, in fact you should be getting dinner."

Parker suddenly jolts away from the table, her body having been forced away by Nel. She tries to move back towards the table but instead simply stays still. Nel and Parker fight for a few moments before Parker sighs and picks up the long forgotten sandwich. Decides not to eat it, and heads towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen Parker finds a plate wrapped in foil sitting on the counter, a sticky note with her name written on it. A little smiley face doodled next to her name.

Parker makes quick work removing the foil and popping the plate into the microwave. While the microwave is running she heads back to the table and straightens everything out. Grabbing her journal and sketch book, and the coffee mug. the coffee is quickly chugged and the mug placed into the dishwasher.

Nel nods happily as Parker eats her food, some of the flavor make Nel do a happy wiggle. But they still remain at the ready, prepared to intervene and force Parker away from the table again.

Parker eats quickly, and rinses the plate and fork before putting them in the dishwasher. She can see the it is prepped and ready to be run, so she hits the correct buttons and walks away. Putting on her leather jacket, grabbing her things and heading out the door. She locks it as she leaves.

Her books end up tossed into the passenger seat as she starts the car.

"headed to that cafe?" Nel asks.

"Yup, can't miss a chance to go to that meeting. They have to be careful with them, and the cafe is neutral land." Parker says.

It is about a ten minute drive from the house, and it has gone dark outside, meaning vampires are safe to travel.

After parking the car Parker does a quick once over of herself, double checking the knife hidden on her waist. She isn't willing to throw the first hit, but she'll defend herself. Cafe won't punish her for self defense. But the risk of throwing the first hit could be death, or worse.

As Parker gets out of the car, she can see as several people are already there, and more people are still entering. Not all of them are vampires, there are some witches. Most of them are vampires.

She enters the cafe, giving a kind nod to the vampire manning the door, and head for the counter. Might as well grab a beverage while waiting for everyone to arrive. Others are doing it as well. With three vampires behind the counter drinks are started almost as people are still ordering them. The slowest part of the process is waiting for the machines to work.

With a Frozen Chaos Cookie in one hand, and a spice cookie in the other Parker finds a seat. She is actually sitting at the table with the vampire would had told her about the meeting. 

He gives a quick nod to her.

About twenty minutes before the meeting is actually set to start something happens. Parker isn't a hundred percent sure what it is, but a lot of magic has been released, and it is continuous for just under ten minutes. Not witches magic, thankfully, but someone or something's magic was let out. She shares a look with some of the other witches present and they all have the same question in their eyes. 

What was that?

Nel wiggles and shimmies, practically licking their lips.

"Vampires," Nel says, "Lots of them, are dead."

Parker looks down as her eyes go wide. She can't stop her body from going slightly tense.

Another ten minutes later and the own of the cafe, a vampire named Elisabeth, goes rigid. She waves her hand an the vampire at the door is letting a bloodied woman carrier another slightly younger one through the door.

Parker notes that they call the woman 'Mistress Kane', and the name ticks around in her brain.

Everyone remains silent as Elisabeth assists this woman and calls her 'Sire'. Parker watches as two witches join Elisabeth is taking care of the unconscious girl, while the far more bloodied woman heads for the bathroom.

"Kane...Kane...," Nel murmurs. Parker never expected to witness the turning of a vampire, and certainly not one of the Sanguine line. But She can't deny that is what is happening once the woman returns from the bathroom, much less bloody now. 

"Ah yes, little Dynah Kane." Nel says surprise reverberating through them, "My how she has grown, the first turned is in our presence."

"What do you mean first turned?" Parker asks, looking at Nel.

Nel just smirks and slips farther back forcing Parker to think and be in the moment.

"Please take her downstairs to complete her change, and then we'll discuss what is happening here." Dynah says, looking up at Elisabeth crossing her arms.

As Elisabeth and the female of the two witches that helped disappear with the turning vampire, it becomes obvious that everyone's attention is on Dynah.

"Mistress Dynah, not to speak out of turn. May we ask why you arrived as you did?" A young appearing vampire asks, looking nervous.

"Covered in blood and carrying my now sireling in my arms?" Dynah says glancing around. "First tell me who besides myself and Elisabeth is the oldest here?"

The vampires present begin to murmur amongst themselves for a few moments. Parker and the other witches just sit there and glance around.

Parker just sips at her drink. It is almost gone.

Eventually, a vampire steps forward with his hand raised.

"I'm 308, my lady," A male vampire with reddish hair says.

"Interesting," Says Dynah. "Now, since I asked first, what may I ask is this meeting about?"

Parker can hear the slight shift in Dynah's tone. She asked first, so she gets her answer first. Which Parker thought was quite fair.

Several people start to speak and then lose their nerve and shut their mouths, backing up slightly, or looking down. Parker has to resist a laugh by slightly biting her tongue. For people that want change, they aren't very good at speaking up to a person that could help create it.

Elisabeth must have returned at some point during the stammering, has no qualms with letting her laughter out. 

"Sire, we've grown weary and displeased," Elisabeth says, voice respectful towards her sire, while also giving the slightest bow.

Parkers eyebrow ticks up slightly, because it seems that Elisabeth speaking has snapped others into being able to speak. Soon several people are sharing their thoughts aloud.

"We've no leadership, Mistress Kane. I've heard many are displeased with how the other ancients are ruling us. Our kin run rampant, having no cares. Even sacred rules are being flounced over."

"There are no consequences, siring happens alongside abandonment in the same night"

"There is talk from witches on displeasure at cleaning up our messes. We border on exposure, especially with the changing world."

During the time that others are speaking, Parker keeps her eyes on Dynah, watching the emotions flitting across her face. Each thing said causes the elder vampire to look wearier and wearier. Like a weight that was already on her shoulders grows with each word. Parker is unsure of the thoughts, most likely racing ones, going threw her mind but the emotions are playing across her face. It is actually a surprise to Parker when Dynah lets out a sigh, eyes hardening with what looks like determination.

"It would appear that I have been foolish, no better than a child, I knew some but certainly not all that was happening." Dynah says, shaking her head.

Parker stands up and says, "How would you have known? You rarely alone from what I hear, and if no one tells you and only shows what they want you to see."

Everyone turns to look at Parker, as she moves closer to Dynah.

"And you are?" Dynah asks, blinking at Parker.

"One of the people who've been helping to clean up after vampires. Because if vampires get exposed, we all get exposed." Parker says rolling her eyes.

Dynah gives a respect filled nod and holds her hand out to Parker to shake. Parker grips her hand firmly.

"Dynah Kane, Sanguine line progenitor." Dynah says as they shake hands.

Parker smiles, "Parker Tredici, witch demon soul bound. But everyone calls me Parker, and friends can call me PG13."

Dynah squints slightly before relaxing her eyes and saying, "Parker, I hope it will be a pleasure knowing you, considering your ancestors are the reason I can't find my father. They did remove the eldest of my kind from his post and family."

Parker gives a short snort before she can respond, "Considering they chose to bind a demon to a newborn witch, with the intent of sacrificing me. My ancestral coven didn't make smart choices, or really properly think them through. We are perfect examples of that."

"Your ancestors hated my kind, from our almost the beginning. So why help vampires?" Dynah asks her.

"We are in agreement that made shit choices right?" Parker says, and when's he gets a nod in response she continues, "Those shit choices had drastic effects on the supernatural and mortal worlds. Only few small factions remain, but I'm the last with a connection to the original magic line. Anyone with brains or courage left, and severed their magic connection. The Tredici coven was wiped out by SHADOW, an example of what happens to those who try to mess with balance. They can't repent and right their wrongs done to others and the world. I want something good to come from a once great coven, and if that means repenting for their sins I will."

Dynah looks at Parker, and Parker can see the sadness, feel the sadness in her eyes. But it isn't Dynah who responds to her explanation.

Elisabeth speaks voice clear, "They did what? And their crimes are not ones you should repent for."

"They merged a demon to my very being before my umbilical cord was cut, and intended to use me for a sacrifice before I could reach a day old. Their wrongs are what made me, and SHADOW showed mercy when they didn't finish the job. They could have found a way to end me and free the Demon, but they chose the path that ensured both survival. They could have tossed me to the side or trained me as weapon. Instead they gave me to a loving family, that has done nothing but support me." Parker says, allowing the story of her birth to flow from her lips.

"Exactly your a victim of that coven as much as my sire," Elisabeth says, voice still confused.

"Their magic lives in me, the last of a magic line. Nel lives in my mind, offers me guidance and power. I choose to take the Tredici name, and bring about balance or order back to what was upset by the magic that flows in my veins. Using the very magic line that caused the problem is the most efficient solution." Parker says, looked in a staring contest with Elisabeth.

A hand placed on her shoulder causes Parker to break her eye contact with Elisabeth, looking to Dynah once more.

"I can understand, even if my sireling doesn't." Dynah says, voice soothing.

Paker nods and backs down. It is then that she realizes how enraptured everyone in the cafe is with their conversation. Every person is staring at them, some in a little bit of awe, some with fear.

"This meeting is dismissed. I have much to think about." Dynah calls out, "Return in the morning, I must stay here with my newest Sireling for the night. But tomorrow we will discuss more that we know."

Parker gives a nods and slowly walks to her table to grab her empty cup. She'll be back in the morning, because she finally has a solid way that she can help fix the wrongs of her coven. By spitting in the face of everything, they tried to do.