The monk holding the black box came forth and bowed low.  "Welcome, Prince of Light, and to your Intended", he greeted them.

"Who are you?", Napoleon demanded.

"Oh, forgive us."  The one who had greeted them spoke to his neighbor. Instantly the vampires seemed to recover, their fangs retracting, their eyes returning to normal colors.  "We do want you alert to witness our triumph", the monk added as an afterthought.

"You are certain there will be one?", Illya asked now totally recovered.

"Oh, most certainly.  The Old Man is left with virtually no protection since his main force is here.  He and his Knights will be easily destroyed."

"And what of us?", asked Napoleon.

"Ah!  For the traitors who call themselves 'vampires', a fitting demise....."

"Beheading?", Illya asked, interrupting.

"Oh no, Prince of Light.  You and the other Elite will die a special way. Your Intended, however....."  Here the monk paused on purpose, the hunger in his
voice unmistakable.

Illya moved to stand in front of Napoleon but something about the human - an aura so powerful it seemed tangiblle, stopped him.  Trusting his instinct he
decided to ask the American. **Napoleon, do you feel unusual?**

"**Yes.  I've been trying to put my finger on it.**

**When did it start?**

**When De...uh...Giovanni arrived**

**Death?**

**Yes.  He said he gave me an advantage**

Realization dawn on the Russian. **He did indeed, Napoleon.  Follow my lead**

Illya moved away from the UNCLE Knight.  "I understand.  Take him", he offered.

The monk chuckled.  "Come now, Prince of Light.  Do give us credit for some intelligence."

"Oh, do stop showing off!", another monk snapped.  "We have an opportunity to take UNCLE's greatest Knight."

"Fool!  Do you truly think....."

"Think!"  The monk who had challenged his superior spat to emphasize the point.  "That is all you do!  I am hungry...  Hungry for his sweet blood and body.  What Lilim hasn't dreamed of this prize?"  This question he addressed to his fellow Lilim.

Soft growling answered him and the Monks began to close in on Napoleon.

Illya stood to one side and watched in feigned boredom.  "Well,.are you afraid of one human?", he taunted.

The closet monk reached out and grabbed Solo's arm.  No sooner had flesh connected with flesh the Lilim screamed, his body dissolved, then transformed
into blinding light.  Before the light disappeared a deep sigh of relief filled the air.

Angered, the remaining Lilim rushed the American.  Minutes later only Illya and Napoleon were left standing.

"Well, that went well", Napoleon observed.  "I wonder how Mr. Waverly is getting along?"