The next thing the drow knew, his entire world was black, and the life slipped away from his body.

His body then started to become one with the earth again, as is what happened when any elf died.

However, Demi still had reasons for worry and concern, though.

She, herself, needed to get to a hospital, as she was still wounded from the fight.

Also, she noticed that a crimson red mist was starting to emanate from where the body was... and she knew what that meant. She had to make haste before she inhaled enough of the lethal poison it contained.

Immediately, some orderlies were tending to her, getting her ready.

"Get this woman to the OR!" one ordered.

"Get a surgeon prepped!" another said further.

"Doctor Calder is available." she heard another tell them.

"Well, tell him this woman needs him, STAT!" one of the first ones replied. "She has severe wounds, and possibly has internal bleeding!"

As she walked, the people around her seemed to be minding their own business, and nothing seemed to be outside of the ordinary... save for what looked to be a beggar in a ragged cloak sitting on the sidewalk at the entrance to an alley.

They didn't seem to be asking anyone for anything, or even looking up at the people that passed them... until Desiree started to walk past them.

"Hey." they said.

"You look familiar." they commented.

"I do believe you have quite a name for yourself, little Miss." they then added.

"Depends on the person, I suppose." the figure responded, before rising to their feet.

"The right or wrong individual can use said name for various reasons." they went on.

"Also, depends on what circles one is talking about." they then added, before they raised their head up a little... and Desiree saw crimson glowing eyes from within the hood.

"For example, I know you're a famous magician." they commented.

"And I know you are VERY close to the dhampir." they went on. "And if one wanted to get close to him, all they need do is be able to manipulate YOU." they finished, as their eyes started to glow a little brighter, and she felt them pierce into her.

The drow chuckled lightly as they saw her wanting to fight the mana off, but was unable to.

"Relax, child." they said.

"I don't want to hurt YOU." they told her, gently placing a hand upon her cheek. "I rather LIKE vampires, to be honest." they admitted.

As they spoke, Desiree felt their control becoming stronger and stronger, as their 'claws' extended into her from their hand.

"However, filthy halfbreeds are filthy halfbreeds." they said. "And this world becomes weaker and weaker with their existence. Purity is everything, after all." they reasoned.

"Don't worry, once you have fulfilled your use to me, I will let you go." they then assured her in a soothing, but eerie tone.

The drow smiled when Desiree fully succumbed to his power.

"Good girl." he said.

"Now... do exactly as I say, and bring your little hubby to the abandoned building down the street." he told her.

"And do it quickly." he went on.

"Use whatever excuse you think will work." he finished.

There was silence in the suite.

Absolute and utter silence.

It seemed that Jaden was not there, and that she was alone in the apartment.

Not even the feline that she had adopted so long ago was there, as they had a friend pet-sitting it until the danger of the drows had passed.

A few seconds later, the man himself came into view.

"Hey Desiree." he replied.

"What's up?" he asked.

"...wait, where's the groceries?" he asked.

"Didn't you go out to get some?" he asked further, before pausing.

"...or did you already put them away or something?"

"Huh?" Jaden asked.

"Uh..." he stammered, before sighing.

"All right, sure." he replied.

"That... yeah, sure, I guess." he said with a shrug.

"Everything all right?" he asked, as Vincent watched from a doorway inside the house.

'.......hm.' he thought, as he looked at Desiree.

"Desiree." he then addressed her, stepping forward. "Are you feeling all right?" he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

"....Desiree, what the hell?" Jaden asked.

"I know this is probably important, but it's not like you to ignore Vincent." he said.

"Because she isn't acting like herself." Vincent responded.

"I can sense it." he said.

"I might not be a drow, but I've known enough of them, been around some enough, to know what control feels like." he went on.

"...wait, Desiree is...?" Jaden asked, unable to finish the question.

"Being mind controlled by a drow." Vincent declared.