Let me start off by saying thank you to everyone whose stuck by me my whole writing journey. All whom have read, favorited, put alerts my stories or waiting for my next masterpiece. You guys are the reason I continue to do what I do. There aren't enough words to express my gratitude. You guys are truly the best.

Onto the story, and I hope you guys like it. =)

Chapter One

Three years ago

"Oh my god..." She thought as her best friend writhed and heaved in what looked like agony. Then a sound came from him that she didn't know any man could do. It was a mix between a hiss and a roar. No matter what it was, it terrified her. Subtract the fact that she had no idea what was going on but she needed to know, why did he run out in the middle of the night into this field of dying grass and ominous trees. Kind of creepy if you think about it.

Then next thing she knew he looked up toward the sky and screamed as his body levitated upward. All she could do was watch in horror as he suddenly dropped to the ground with a heavy thump. She was going to run to him when he turned in her direction. It was then she realized, his eyes were the color of fire instead of the usual red wine. Even more, they glowed. Not only did she not run, she was so scared she couldn't.

In the blink of an eye he stood before her looking her dead in her face. She couldn't breathe as she stared back into his fiery eyes. He could see the fear in her eyes and realized he he knew this scent, and those eyes.

"Jazmine?" he spoke in a demonic voice. It sounded like his but still unfamiliar, but she knew it was him.

"Yes, its me." she answered with a slight nod.

His featured softened a bit. His shoulders less tense, his eyes no longer the color of fire. He was back to normal. There was one thing that hadn't changed...

"Huey you have fangs." she said, a slight tremble shaking in her knees.

He ran his tongue over them and sighed. "I know."

"Okay." she said before she suddenly collapsed to her knees. He caught her before she hit the ground completely. He chuckled to himself.

"I got a lot of explaining to do."

So began their journey...

Three years later...

"Huey can you help me with something?" Jazmine asked. The Afro haired young man sighed into his phone as his best friend questioned him. And he hoped to all things good that it wasn't something ridiculous.

"Does it involve me getting out of bed today and doing something at your house that's childish and thoroughly brain cell killing?" he questioned.

"Believe it or not, no. Its these things my dad gave me from his grandmother who died a couple weeks ago. If there's anyone who has any idea what it is it's you." she told him. It actually sounded important but he didn't really feel like getting out the bed.

"Jazmine..."

"If you come help me I'll make shrimp alfredo." she bargained. Who was he to pass up seafood or just someone cooking for him in general.

"Food first."

"Deal."

Although reluctant, he got up from his spot in his bed and put on his sweater and boots to head across the street.

When he reached the house Tom was pulling out the driveway.

"Hey there Huey. What brings you here?" he asked.

"Jazmine asked me to come here to help her with some stuff. I think she's rearranging her room again." He lied. Or at least he hoped so. Last time it was and things didn't go too well.

"Alright. I'll be gone for a couple days, maybe a week. I gotta head to a funeral in Libya. Jazmine doesn't know that far into the family so I'm riding solo. Sarah will be home a little later." the lawyer said with a sigh.

"See you in a few days Tom." Huey saw him off down the street. When he turned toward the door Jazmine was already standing there. "How's the alfredo coming along?" he asked.

"Good. But I'm really curious about this thing daddy gave me. Its kinda bugging me." she said.

Huey sighed as he was led into the house into the dining room where she had laid out a few things.

"First he gave me this." she said handing him a gold necklace with an Egyptian queens head on it. It was beautiful. "Then he gave me this." A gold ring shaped like the god Anubis with ruby set in its eyes. Also beautiful but somewhat eerie. "And finally this." she said handing him a medium size box. He opened the box, and he couldn't believe his eyes. It was a solid gold Ankh. The sides seem to be inscribed with hieroglyphs. He could almost make out what it meant. A symbol that resembled what looked like a young male ruler. A prince maybe? A symbol that meant young woman, one that meant first born and one that he recognized all too well that meant demon man. But why give something like this to Jazmine as a gift?

"You have any idea what any of it means?" she asked.

"Some of it. All I can really tell you is whoever sent it must be, first of all, rich because this is real gold. Second you, like most African Americans, have Egyptian ancestors. Noble ones. Congratulations, you really are a spoiled princess." he said sarcastically. Jazmine snatched the items from him and gave him a look.

"Gee thanks. But doesn't this seem weird to you?" she asked.

"Honestly, yeah it is. You're not crazy I can also tell you that. But did you ask me because of the whole clan thing?" he questioned. She grinned sheepishly. "Seriously Jazmine?"

"I'm really curious! You know you vampires originate in Egypt so what's wrong with a couple things of your heritage showing up at my doorstep. Unless they got the wrong address and these are for you." she said.

"Yeah because I need an Anubis ring and Nefertiti necklace. The Ankh on the other hand does raise some question. Whoever owned all of this first must have been some sort of noble or one helluva thief." Huey noted. Jazmine nodded in agreement. "You sure no one on your dads side was famous?"

"Pretty sure. The Dubois family has been literally servants to someone since forever. Even before we got our french last name. I couldn't tell you what it was though. It was lost in time. Or thats what daddy says. Honestly I think in a long time I'm the first female whose a descendant of one of my great grandmother Mos-wen."

"Mos-wen?" Huey made a face.

"I swear. We keep track. She was the great great grandchild of a woman who served a royal family of some kind. In Egypt at that. Her name actually means 'light skin' which from what I remember about damn near ancient Egyptians, was considered to be very beautiful."

She had a point. But...

"Where did your last name come from?" he questioned.

"Somewhere down the line someone gave birth to a son in Louisiana and took the last name of the slave owner. So we're not actually French on my dads side. Moms side however, yes."

Made sense.

"Just because something like this doesn't mean us vampires had anything to do with it." Huey said with a sigh. "But you're right. This was interesting."

Somewhere in Jazmines mind she knew it probably meant a lot to her great grandmother. And there was a reason why it was sent to her. Most likely because she's the first daughter in a few hundred years.

"Let me get a look at that Ankh again." Huey said. Jazmine slid the box toward him and when he opened it it gave him a small sense of recognition. Like he's seen it before. When he touched it a shock went through him and he was suddenly having one of his visions of the past.

A woman like figure stood before him with an infant in her arms while he handed her the Ankh. Then a blazing fire and the sounds of many people. The clang of metal against metal. Rolling of thunder and an evil demonic laugh.

Huey came back to reality with a gasp then he realized he was on the floor covered in sweat and Jazmine hovering over him.

"Huey! Look at me! Are you alright?" she yelled in a panic. He quickly sat up, realized his fangs were bared and brought them back to normal size. He could feel power surging through him. It was stronger than what he had ever felt before. It was a sad yet angry feel. Whoever the person was who gave that woman the ankh they now possessed must have been upset when they did. He felt they were deeply hurt but it was for the better.

"What did I do?" he asked.

"Your eyes were red and you started speaking what sounded like Egyptian. Trust me I've watched The Mummy enough times to know what it was." she explained. He stood up slowly to catch his breath, "You had a vision didn't you." she questioned.

"Yeah. Where ever that came from, there was a lot of energy surrounding it and people." He said pondering what he saw and what he was feeling. Whoever it was there was a lot of strong emotions. Anguish. Sorrow. Fear. And the strongest of them, love.

"So..." Jazmine started. "Whose Zora?"

"What?" Huey questioned.

"Zora. You said her name at least five times. And you were crying." she explained. He could see the worry in her green eyes. He hated that she was the only one to witness these things. Besides Riley, Caesar and Robert of course. Its bad enough he had to explain what he was to her a few years back and that Riley and Robert were different. An accident nonetheless that he didn't notice her following him the night of his fifteenth birthday when his powers increased ten fold.

He was a bit of a medium. If he walked into a museum it was a wrap for him and keeping his visions in check. And lets not get into the civil war exhibit when they were in ninth grade. He had a migraine for days.

He thought a bit more and when he repeated the name to himself the woman with the infant flashed before his eyes. Who was she?

"I don't know."

Now he definitely had to look into this if it was effecting his not only his visions but his powers this much. And for the vision to be as strong as it was...it was as if he were actually there when everything was happening. Who gave this Zora woman the ankh and why? Most importantly how did Jazmine tie into all of it?