Heya! I'm Natalie and to let you know.... THIS IS A SEQUEL! If you never read the first one then go look for it on my page, it's called "Under the Stars" and this is a spin off so, read that first! Well, like I always say, I need a beta reader... I don't have a very good spelling catcher on this computer nor do I have someone to read over my work I'M SORRY FOR MISTAKES! XP Well, also, i'm not the sarcastic type so if you review tell me how I did with Ash... I hope his part works in this story... well, without further a due here is the first Chapter to Asha's Story, "Dreaming Death" ALSO, Reviews are nice.... and love. Lots of love to all of y'all. Now READ! :)

:)Natalie

Asha sat at her desk of the stupid mundane school, learning stupid trigonometry she had already learned from her father. Well, anyone who was watching her would think that she was learning, really she was sifting through her own beautiful images in her own mind. She was a photographer from birth, taking memory pictures and sending them to her own memory book for when she was bored. She could start from the beginning and sift through them on her own at will.

First was her mother, beautiful blue eyes alive with love when seeing her daughter for the first time. Her brown locks of hair were matted to the sides of her face by sweat, her chest swollen with a huge gasp of air. This was Asha's first conscious memory of life, but it was also the most beautiful.

The next was of her Father. A tall giant to her at the time, he held her close to his face, because that was all the memory was of. His face was like porcelain pale and magnificently happy. His eyes were a soft brown, the edges green, his mouth in a brilliant smile. As she looked at this memory in present time, she couldn't help loving that she looked like her father.

Asha started flipping through the memories faster, finally coming to a stop of a snap shot from her dream the night before of a boy. He had bright yellow eyes and the very blackest of black hair, he was smiling so big at her from his playground swing, looking out of place with all the little kids of the playground playing around him. She had stopped in her dream, and taken the picture. Scared to forget him, but feeling the dream coming to a close. She heard him like it came from the memory snap shot, "I will find you, Asha. Your in danger lo—" the sentence bothered her because she didn't get it all. At first she thought he was saying love, but it didn't fit just right.

"Asha," she heard in the real world, and woke from her revery, "seems that you finally got some wheels turning up there. Good for you" her father smirked in his sarcastic way, but she was wondering how she had finished school and drove home in a daze of thought without running something over, he and her mom were the only ones that could ever read through her fog.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she said, still in her stupor, "just daydreaming." She then smiled at her parents, and sat between them, shifting to her favorite position, her head on her mom's lap, her feet in her dad's her parents always held each other's hand across the way, laying it on her stomach. Though she was sixteen she loved to lay there and say, "Tell me of the old times, when y'all met." she had heard it over and over and over, but she loved the story. The heroics of her mom and the sarcasm of her dad. Since they didn't look a day over eighteen, it was so easy to picture.

"Well, it started with me looking up at the stars..." Her mom said as she watched Asha's dad with the same loving look in blue eyes that would never change, an enternal kindle that Asha always hoped to inherit from her beautiful mother, "I was sitting with your Uncle Mark talking about the girl that were moving in down the road. He kept telling me one of the girls were not for him..."

"He was wrong as usual," Her dad huffed under her breath.

"The next day," her mother went on, with a now wicked look in her eye as she went on, "I saw your Aunts, Kestrel , Rowan, and Jade. Killing their grandmother. Of couse I freaked and followed them, but didn't get any information."

Asha smiled because her sweet mother, Mary-Lynnette, could never quite get into the ominous details. Her dad took over, "The next day, as I was gathering information on your darling little Aunts, I found this darling little girl gaurded by an evil coffee breathing monster..." Ash, her father was much better at ominous, "Also known as the.... EVIL STEP MOTHER! A.k.a. Claudia. Anyways, I was there to check on what the neighbors knew and the lovely lady walks out with a poodle for hair and wins over my heart. The end." Asha laughs at the abrupt ending as Ash pulled away from them and ran to the kitchen just a the phone started ringing.

"He's such a kid," Mary-Lynnette whispers.

"You are totally just jealous!" Ash yells from the next room, and Asha laughs.

"You're just like him Asha, " he Mary-Lynnette sighs softly, "You jump to topic when there is something on your mind. Spill, sweetheart."

Asha sighed, too. Her mother pretty much read her mind when it came to things like this, she wasn't surprised she picked up on it so quickly, "I'm dreaming of a boy. He says I'm 'in danger lo—' and that's it. He never finishes the sentence. I just wake up to a normal day and go on my business."

Something falls in the kitchen, Ash's voice erupts, "NO BOYS! I KNOW HOW WE ARE!"

"Don't listen to him Asha," she looks slily at the kitchen and yells, "Don't listen to EITHER of them. One your safe with us. And two, your dad can't be mad, he was the worst boy of them all!" She gets up and sighs again, "My love, what did you break?" and went into the kitchen noicelessly, what else could she expect from her Vampire parents?

"Get out of there! You're surrounded by Vampires!".

"Hello?" Asha sat up in a field and looked around, confused on where the familiar voice rang out from she was surronded by fog and knew this could only be another one of her dreams, so she laughed at what it said."Vampires?"

"Get away!" the yellow-eyed boy from her memory said, he walked out from the fog towards her, "Oh Asha!"

"Who are you?"

"Braiden, just listen, get out of that house." He said intensely.

"By what?" She laughed, "I'm half Vampire, nothing can hurt me. It's the new millennium, everyone knows we exist."

"You still have enemies." He said slowly, trying to take her hands, but she put them behind her back quickly, he sighed, "Be careful till I get there. I'll be there tomorrow, and I'll need you to come with me Asha. It's the only way."

"I'm leaving." She said, in her scary calm voice.

"To where?" He asked slowly, he looked down to her arms again, like he needed to hold her hands.

"I'm leaving this dream!" she clicked a memory picture and threw herself backwards, out of the dream and woke with a start, breathing hard and utterly sad.

She actually missed the kid, Braiden. She let her mind wonder over the new memory picture of the boy until she knew every curve of his face, the exact angle of his perfect nose the beauty of his worried eyes and they looked back at her with so much love.... LOVE?

She stopped dead as she read it in the eyes. They only had seen eachother twice. She wasn't ready for love, or commitment or..... love! No, no, no, she thought, this can not be happening.

But it was, and he was coming tomorrow.

Shit, she thought, falling back on her pillow, sleepless.

Somewhere in the world, Nemi opened her eyes to the world and smiled, ah, he figured it out. She talked in her non-talk way. And got out of her cobwebbed bed. The daughter of Ash and Mary-Lynnette Redfern and the Son of Delos and Maggie RedFern, soulmates at last. Well, we'll see how to ruin this for good. No one can unite the lands. I already missed the millennium, can't let this go now can I? She removed the cobwebs from her eye sockets and gathered two eyeballs from the masen jar, putting them in place she was returned to her true revengeful beautiy. Her wings full, black, on fire and terrible.