Ok, this is my very first fanfiction.. ok.. the first fanfic i actually plan on finishing... ok. some questions will come up and i already know by now. so listen up.

it all started out as a nice day of playing soul reaver 2. and then it hit me. "these people don't exactly have many power sources. how does moebius keep his time-streaming device running?" of course i failed to remember that moebius has magical.. sorcery.. things.. whatever they're called and that they could run it. but without thinking too much, i went to bed after eating cold pizza and had this for a dream. well partially. my mom woke me up in the middle and now it's slowly killing me because i just wanna know the ending. also, i'm doing my best to stick with the language they used in the game. pain in the rear but i think it's worth it. but anyway, here are some thing's to remember.

1) i was 8 when my dad played Soul Reaver 1 and i didn't pay attention. 2) i never played the blood omen games. 3) i don't give a flying turnip green if they act out of character. 4) remember, i'm not making u read this fanfic. 5) helpful criticism is welcomed. hateful blams are ignored. and 6) enjoy.

Disclaimer: i don't own anything in this fanfic except Rosaline. everything else belongs to ... whoever they belong to.. yeah... that's it..

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Raziel ventured into the room wary of possible enemies. He took careful steps into the large round stonewalled room, his feet clicking softly on the cold stone floor. A whirring sound filled the air, drawing his attention to a wall receding into the floor, revealing a woman standing on a circular platform.

She stared upward with a mixture of fury and horror. The center of the dome that encased the room was glowing with iridescent light. Electrical currents began flowing through the walls in a spiraled pattern. Raziel was wondering why the woman would not move seeing as the electrical current was swiftly moving towards her when the clanging of chains caught his ear. What restrained her to the platform were strong shackles on her wrists of which she could not break free no matter her struggle. The electric current ran through the floor to the platform and into the woman's body. A horrible screech of pain sounded from her reminding Raziel of the torment he had endured in the Abyss. All at once, the light of the currents vanished and the screams of the woman ceased as she fell onto the ground. All was quiet in the room except for the heavy breathing of the woman and the soft clicking of Raziel's feet on the floor. He neared the woman and felt her eyes following him curiously. A curious aura emitted from her puzzling him further.

"A nice piece isn't she, Raziel?" a scratchy voice rang out.

Raziel swung around to meet an old man in dark robes carrying a staff that emitted a nullifying aura which dissipated all strengths that Raziel possessed.

"Moebius, what is this?" he questioned the time-streamer.

"You did not think the time-streaming device was powered by my power alone, did you? This woman possesses great power of which would be most beneficial to me. That is why she belongs to me," he smirked.

"I do not belong to you!" yelled the woman, now on her knees slowly pushing herself up. Her blood red eyes seen between strands of dark hair in her face shone with a hunger which was only to be fed by the death of her tormentor.

Her outburst did not intimidate Moebius but rather amused him sending him into fits of laughter.

"You think you have such freedom to even say things of that nature? Foolish girl."

Moebius walked past Raziel and in front of the woman. A wide grin played out on his face as he grasped her shackles and pulled her up to stand.

"Take a look at the creature's face, girl. Don't remember him?" he asked with an amused expression.

She stared into the face of Raziel and almost instantly old memories began flooding her mind and fresh tears poured down her face.

"What have they done to you?" she whispered.

"Moebius! What are you doing to this woman?" Raziel exclaimed instantly suspecting the old man's usual trickery.

"It is what you are doing. Do you not remember your precious Rosaline? Oh, how dreadful it must be for her to see her precious Raziel in front of her after so many years to be forgotten like a meaningless memory," Moebius continued to smile at Raziel's puzzlement.

"Rosaline?" he questioned. The name was familiar but all explanations fled from him onto why he felt so, but a throb in his chest where his heart once was told him that perhaps this woman was more than what she seemed.

"Raziel, have you truly forgotten who I am?" she asked morosely.

"What have you put into her head, Time-streamer?" Raziel demanded.

Moebius did not answer, but walked over to the entrance from which the wall had receded. He turned and tapped his staff onto the floor twice, and the wall began rising.

"Why don't you ask Rosaline, Reaver?" he said still amused.

"No!" Raziel yelled, running for the wall in hopes of escaping before he was trapped, but he was too late and the wall reached the ceiling with a thud. He slashed at the wall with his claws in his rage but stopped when his efforts had all been in vain.

He turned to see Rosaline sitting on the ground with a blank expression but utter despair was clearly seen in her red eyes. Her long dark hair hung in her face, spilled over her shoulders, and draped onto the floor. She wore a long-sleeved white robe that fell to the ground and hung loosely on her small frame.

Raziel unhurriedly walked towards Rosaline while he still struggled to determine who she was. Crouching down in front of her, he stared at her with two glowing yellow eyes which looked menacing. This did not bother her. She stared back into those eyes with a look of longing and dismay.

"Who are you?" he asked in a low almost inaudible voice.

"What have they done to you, Raziel?" she ignored his question. She held her hand out to touch his cheek, but he pulled away hesitant of any human's touch.

"Raziel, it's me. Don't you remember?" she asked desperately, tears flowing down her face.

He softly repeated her name to himself in hopes of triggering some memory buried far beneath the others. Suddenly, he pictured this same woman in his mind's eye, smiling and looking into his eyes with much affection. This puzzled him further until he had a sudden realization. This woman was not any ordinary woman to him. His eyes widened at this.

"Rosaline, why do I know you?"

She did not reply but leaned against his chest her shackles preventing her from wrapping them around him.

"Raziel, why did you leave me? Why?" her voice began to shake as she spoke.

"Rosaline," he spoke tenderly, he wrapped his arms around her, running his claws through her hair. He vaguely remembered her, small bits of memories playing with him and toying with his memory, uncurling the scrolls of hidden memories to be revealed yet leaving more questions than answers.

"My heart pangs with grief of which I do not understand. My mind is filled with puzzled inquiries of which I have no answers. Please, enlighten me with the truth. Who are you?" He asked softly.

She looked into his eyes with wide crimson orbs and spoke, in almost a whisper, with quivering lips, "Your lover."