Narrator's POV

Irene Diaz sighed as she entered the suite she shared with her beloved, Grimsby Keane.

Well, beloved was a bit of a stretch nowadays.

Back when they first got together, they had been deeply and love and she thought they were going to be together forever, but now she thought differently.

With every passing day, Irene was noticing Grimsby was acting stranger and stranger.

He was getting mad if she spoke with other men —even the ones in their theater troupe— and trying to get her to stop performing so much.

Irene did not understand how the younger man did not understand that acting and opera singing was her life, especially when he was actor as well.

With the controlling way he was behaving, Irene did not want to be in a relationship with him anymore.

But every time she summoned the strength to end their relationship, he always deflected the conversation and distracted her.

Leaving her thoughts, Irene looked around the suite she was in at Funtom Hotel.

She had arranged this little trip with Grimsby to force him to not get off topic when she broke up with him.

Deciding to go on a walk while she gathered her courage, Irene walked down the stairs of the hotel until she found a secluded corner.

Sitting on a chair, the actress mentally recited the words she would give Grimsby when she saw him.

"I'm sorry, but this is not working out." Irene thought

"What is not working?" A voice said asked from in front of her

Looking up, Irene's lavender eyes met the woman's ruby ones.

Irene took in the sight of the taller woman who was dressed in a gown made of the green and white fabric and the ruffles revealed by the cut of the dress was black.

"My apologies, madam, nothing is wrong, just thinking aloud." The blonde apologized, a heavy blush on her face

The red haired woman sat beside her, "Something is troubling you, pardon my intrusion but I would like to provide comfort to you."

"You are very kind." Irene said, "My heart is torn. My lover and I have been getting along so much these past few years but recently he is getting...domineering. Just the other day we argued and he raised his fist as if to strike me but he stopped himself."

"How horrible. What is your name, Madam?" The stranger asked

"Oh, please excuse my poor manners. I am Irene Diaz, I am an actress with the Lyceum Theater Company." Irene introduced, "What is your name?"

"I am Lilith Ghast." The red haired woman answered, looking at Irene's wrist, "Oh, what a beautiful bracelet."

"Thank you, I got it just a few days ago at Sphere Music Hall, the fortune teller there said I was under the protection of the divine star Polaris."

"What a coincidence, I was told the same thing!" Lilith replied, showing her own bracelet

The two woman shared a small laugh and Irene felt better.

"The Music Hall was such a wonderful experience, Grimsby did not like it much." Irene added, "He said he did not believe in such faux activities like fortunes and that no stars would guide his fate. That fortune teller just smiled and said that those rarities under Sirius' protection always have 'lofty ideals and the air of genius about them'."

That seemed to pique Lilith's interest, "Your lover is a Sirius?"

Irene nodded, "Yes, I have longed to go back to the music hall but he forbids me."

"I see." Lilith muttered

"Will you meet me back here tonight? I know I will be a mess after I break the news to Grimsby and you have been such a great help to me already." Irene asked

"Of course, I have some matters to attend to first but I will comfort you this afternoon." Lilith smiled, getting up and walking away

***

Angelina smiled as she walked away from Irene, fortune had favored her today.

She needed to find this Grimsby and take her to Undertaker to get his blood for her nephews.

And with him being abusive to Irene, he surely would not be missed.

After checking the guest book to find out Irene and Grimsby's room number, Ann waited by the stairs of that floor for a man to approach that room.

Before Grimsby could enter the room, she grabbed him and covered his mouth with a rag soaked in chloroform

Once he was unconscious, she dragged him towards the wall st the end of the hall and turned the secret knob, taking him into the hidden staircase that led to the blood extraction room.

***

Undertaker was in the grande suite monitoring the twins, keeping them stable while Angelina found a blood donor.

He knew the chances of a Sirius blooded guest being in the hotel, but it was their only shot.

His heart sank when the woman entered the room, fearing she would tell him bad news.

"I got one." She panted, clearly having run up the stairs —which was very impressive seeing that she was in heels

The reaper checked the oxygen tanks once more and rushed down the stairs with her, seeing the man laying on the ground by the extractor.

Hooking him up to the machine, Undertaker got twelve empty Sirius blood vials out form the shelf and got them ready by the machine.

He was going to drain the man dry to get the twins six weeks of blood each, which would be more than enough to last until they got back to London.

Around the time the four vial was filled and the white haired man attached the fifth, Grimsby woke up.

"What the bloody Hell is going on?!" The ginger demanded

Ann spoke first before Undertaker could, "The only thing of worth in your body is being taken from you, you abusive pig. Irene does not have the heart to break up with you so I have taken matters into my own hands."

"Let me go!" He yelled, trying to remove the needles in his arms that were draining him of his blood

"I think not, your blood will find better use outside of you." Undertaker laughed, taking off the fifth vial and putting in the sixth, "Half of your blood is already gone, you will fall unconscious any moment now."

Grimsby did as if on cue...