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(I have a prologue to this. It's just not finished yet. I also have a lot written after this, but the pieces don't go together. There's a bit in between I have to finish before I can pull what I've got together.)

"Alright, you lot," called out Councilwoman Anna, "I know that losing Frederic has been hard for all of you to get over. He was one of the best Coordinators we've had for centuries, and he was a wonderful, amazing vampire." Before her stood eight vampires, four women and four men. They all were part of a group consisting of, up until nearly a half a year ago, nine vampires and a few expendable humans here and there. But, in an unexplainable incident, one of the nine had been killed. He had been the leader of the group, the one who had held everyone and everything together.

Now that their leader was gone, the remaining eight were without a Coordinator and, considering the situation at hand, desperately in need of someone to take his place. If it weren't for one member of the group in particular, they would need a Coordinator for only the reason that Coordinators were there for, to coordinate jobs. This individual was a completely uncontrollable berserker who killed mercilessly and loved doing so. There were two other berserkers in the group, but they both could be calmed by a powerful sedative. The problem with that sedative, though, was that it didn't work on the one person they wished they could use it on most. The only way to stop her was to incapacitate her through a certain type of mind control that only one member of the group could use.

"You know that you need a Coordinator. You need someone to keep you all in check," Anna continued. "Terri, you especially need to be kept in check," she said, turning to one of the four women. "You know that you wouldn't behave like you have been if you had someone to keep you in line. Edward can stop you from massacring everyone in sight, but you tend to not listen to anyone other than your Coordinator, and that's a problem." The woman, Terri, rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Since you're in need of a Coordinator, I've assigned someone to be Frederic's replacement," Anna announced to the eight. "He may not be the most capable of dealing with out little mass murderer over here," she threw a glance at Terri, "But, he's the best I could find. He's a bit new to this kind of thing, so try not to give him a hard time."


When the eight walking in the front doors of their home, they found someone waiting for them, their new Coordinator. He had a nervous look in his eyes and they could all tell that he was somewhat told what to expect.
"Er . . . Hello," these were his first words to them. All eight were less than impressed. "My name is Carson, and, no matter how much I can't understand whym I'm your new Coordinator."
"What was the Councilwoman thinking?" one of the women muttered.
"No idea," another replied.
"We should probably introduce ourselves, since it looks like he has no idea what to do now," one of the men commented.
"I say, let him suffer," Terri murmured.
"Oh, so cruel you are, Terri," another woman said.

Finally, one of the men walked up to Carson after growing tired of standing in the doorway. Carson took a small step backward.
"Y-yes," Carson asked.
"My name is Laurance," the man replied. Then, he started introducing everyone else. "The one with the expressionless face over there is Edward. The guy 'oo looks relatively pissed of is Jacob. The other guy next to 'im is Tristan. The young woman 'oo looks depressed is Ellise. The one with dread locks is Kathy. The one 'oo looks like a salsa queen is Marisol. And, last but not least, our leetle troublemaker, Terri, in all 'er spikey 'aired glory." Carson took a moment to take in each of them as Laurance said their names. When he finally looked at Terri, he took great care not to look directly into her eyes.
"Are you French, or something," he asked Laurance, taking his gaze away from Terri. Laurance gave him an odd look, the replied, "Is it not o'vious?"
"Yes, it is. But, with some vampires you can't tell for sure. I mean, some stay so long in one country that the accent rubs off on them."

"Well," Terri said suddenly, "Since you know all our names, can we go do what we want, now?" Carson considered this. It was his first day as their new Coordinator. So, he wanted to make a good impression as someone who could lead. The first few words our of his mouth had sort of crushed any chances of that, though, unless he made up for it somehow. To add to everything, he had the imfamous Terri to deal with, who didn't listen to anyone but her Coordinator, and if her Coordinator appeared to be useless and fearing, she wouldn't likely listen to them either.
"I think," Carson began, "That it would be better if, first, we got to know one another a little better. That way, it will be easier to assign jobs and other things because I'll know who is more capable of what."

The room was silent, and the expression on Terri's face unnerved Carson.
"Personally, I think that plan kinda sucks," Terri told him. "Why would I want to sit around explaining myself to you? Besides, we'll all tell you what we're capable of later on when you actually need to know." She paused, thinking. "Though, I don't understand why you would need to ask me about what I'm capable of. I'm sure that the old bat told you everything you need to know about me." There was a grin spreading across her face.

(Ok. So, that's all I got for this part. I got writer's block after I finished it. I was in mid-sentence and didn't know what to write anymore. There was supposed to be more to that last sentence. Anyway, I suck at accents and stuff, but Laurance's accent isn't supposed to be thick. He's spent a lot of time out of France, so he speaks so that other people can understand him more easily. Sov, tell me what you think about this, please.)