A/N: Sorry to mess everyone about, but I put this story up a while ago only to realise that it was much too long to read as a single transcript. It was my first attempt so please forgive me.

I have now separated this story into chapters so that it is easier to read. I hope you enjoy reading it. Please review if you like, or even if you don't. ^_^

Hell Hath No Fury

Chapter 1

Dreaming of Screaming

Raziel did not return that day, neither did he return the next. My anxiety grew steadily as I was sure something dreadful must have happened to him. He had been pondering for hours what he should do with regards to his 'evolution'. The beautiful bat like wings that had shot from his spine: my God they were glorious. I was so proud to be his wife but at that moment I knew that this was a dangerous change for our clan. Raziel had surpassed Kain, and there was no way to predict what his reaction would be.

Raziel left me that day with our newborn son in my arms.

"It'll be fine," he had said, "Kain will understand." He held me tight then, and kissed me deeply with such passion and urgency that I thought he feared this may be the last time he kissed me. We remained in this embrace for several minutes and when he finally released me reluctantly he bent forward and gently kissed our fledgling's forehead.

"I love you so much, both of you…" and with that he turned and left. I watched him walk away until he disappeared.

My son squirmed slightly in my arms. I looked at him and cooed softly. We had not even thought of a name for him yet, our first born. We had tried for so long to achieve what so many had thought impossible: natural procreation between two vampires. Kain had said on many occasions how this was impossible, but had none the less indulged us in having fun trying.

Our announcement had come as a shock to everyone, especially Kain, but he had also welcomed the news with such joy that we had accomplished such an amazing task. Of course, Raziel's brothers delighted in teasing him with sarcastic questioning as to how he had managed it. At hearing the news of my expecting Kain had risen from his throne and approached us. His eyes met mine and for a long while we stared intently at each other, then he'd let out a gratified sigh and had embraced me and whispered in my ear.

"You are the Mother of all Creation…" His arms tightened around me briefly then released me.

He'd smiled at Raziel and congratulated him with his usual dark sarcasm, "I'd have thought it might have killed you, the amount of time and effort it's taken", everyone had laughed that day…

Now here I stood, with the fledgling we had brought into the world only nine months later… but I had never felt so alone…

By the third day I was nearing the edge of madness. I had not slept, and had been pacing the corridors of our clan territory trying to occupy my thoughts but they always came back to the same thing. Raziel's insignia decorated the halls at every turn, and his collections of decorative swords and spears hung ceremoniously on the walls.

There were other reasons I did not rest though. I had been dreaming for the past two nights, horrible dreams. Dreams where I had been wandering through a thick mist, too dense to see very far. In the distance I could hear screaming, never ending screaming. I knew the voice. They were Raziel's screams, filled with such torment and agony. In my dreams I ran through the mist blindly, calling his name, trying to determine where the screams were coming from. Occasionally his clawed hands emerged from the mist and I tried to reach them, but he was always just out of my grasp. I had awoken screaming and had woken our son who also screamed with such ferocity that it scared me. He took several hours to calm down, and during the time it took to soothe him, I started to wonder that maybe it hadn't been my screaming that had awoken him, what if he'd had the same dream as I had?

The following night had a similar pattern although I was in no mood to sleep, so I had stayed awake and simply watched my son sleeping. I had so wished that Raziel were here; holding me as he had often done. My son woke screaming again, the same way as the previous night, and once again I had to calm him back to sleep. I hummed my lullaby to him and he settled quicker this time. I lay him back in his tiny cradle which stood next to my large four poster bed with purple satin sheets and watched him fall back into slumber. This time I was sure that he too had heard his father's screams.

On this third day though, I paced and paced, waiting for something, anything to happen.

That was when Kain called for me…