"Hello?" Leo's quiet voice echoed thorugh the halls. She had been wandering silently for near half an hour now, wondering why no one had yet senced her presence.

She had heard of a coven... A covan that was human like in nature. Maybe... Maybe they could help her regain everything she had lost the night she died. They lived as humans she had heard, mortal lovers.

Perhaps... Perhaps her life could be normal once more. Perhaps she could find a way where she would not need to drink the blood of humans, avoid daylight... This wasn't what she wanted. She was tired of killing, of feeding. She wanted to see the sunrise, the trees.

But would it be possible. She knew there were ancients... Ones with powers and wisdom beyond belief. Maybe one could teach her, show her.

"Hello? I... I'm looking for anyone who is like me." Her voice echoed as she stopped to look around carful not to say anything directly about covens or vampires. Because that would probably be a bad idea. "Can anyone hear me?"

Leo may have thought she was wandering undetected through the maze of the Labyrinth, but she was wrong. The sophistication of the Ace High’s security system made that impossible. Cameras and microphones littered the walls in hallways and public areas. Let alone the fact that Lily could tell mortal from immortal the moment they walked through her doors.

“…Can anyone hear me?”

Lily did, in fact, hear her. She just didn’t care. Comfortably holed up in her office, she sat in her plush chair with her feet set atop the desk. Her head rested against the back of the chair, and her eyes were closed. With all the goings on that had occurred over the last few nights – arguments, accusations, and murder – she was tired. So tired, in fact, that she left the little lost fledgling wandering about the Labyrinth alone.

Until she got to thinking. Perhaps that wasn’t the best idea. Though immortals not of her coven were allowed within the private walls during the night, they had to leave before dawn, which it would be within a few hours. No doubt, this lost vampire would never be able to find her way out again. Second, Eric was sleeping somewhere in one of the common rooms, and this little girl might stumble in and wake him. With the excitement he had endured last night, that was the last thing he needed.

So, it was a tired sense of duty and a maternal feeling of protection that dragged Lily to her feet and sent her off hunting through the Labyrinth for Leo. Her expensive red silk cocktail dress swished about her hips as she moved; the click of her high heels and the subtle cloud of rose perfume announced her presence long before she actually arrived.

She turned sharply at the approach of a woman. She had not yet seen the person, but she could tell by the shoes and the scent it was a woman. She was more powerful than a human too, so that could only mean that she was a vampiress.

She stood her ground, waiting for the woman in the hall.

As the wman came into veiw, Alex started to wonder if Maryln Monroe was dead or just a vampire now, but no. She dismissed that thought in an instant. This woman was older. Much older.

"Hello." She said with a respectful bow. "I was looking for a member of the Enashe Coven?" She asked curiously. "I... I am just a wanderer, and I was looking for help. And I thought maybe I could find it here."

Lily cornered this young thing, and stopped four or five feet away from her. She made a show of looking the girl up and down, accessing her, testing her.

“I am Lily Colwyn. I lead this coven and own this building.” She introduced herself with a moderate amount of pride detectable in her English accent. “And what is it, exactly, that you need help with?”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder, and crossed her arms underneath her breasts. She had the attitude of someone who knew they were where they belonged, and had little time for those who didn’t. She was tired; and tired made her cranky. Lily tried to keep her irritation out of her voice as she spoke – she was aware this fledgling had done nothing to deserve her annoyance, and though her voice was quick it was not unkind.

“Well, speak up.”