Auther Note: Hey, guys. I've read some of your reviews and well……I'm excited 2!!!!!!(Jumps up and down in seat). Just so you know I'm going to name each chapter after some of my favorite songs that I think relate. If you have any ideas for a name of a chapter which of course has to be a song title just put it in your review and I'll check it out.

Peace,

Dark Hues

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"Thought I'd find you in here." Ashley didn't bother to look up from her guitar. She knew the voice of her mother anywhere. "Where else would I be?" she said darkly continuing to strum her guitar. Christine looked around her eldest daughter's room that was littered with instruments but seemed to have a dark touch to it. She shivered.

"Out with your sister mingling among her……friends." Christine said a bitterly. Ashley stopped playing. Her golden orbs looked over her mothers face. Christine was frozen. She couldn't understand how she had given birth to such a being as Ashley. With those eyes of her. The darkness hidden behind those eyes. Christine shivered once more.

"Why would I mingle with food if I have more than enough here?" Christine narrowed her eyes. "They are not food Ashley. You know this. They are our equals." A growl escaped the younger Davies throat and she was quickly on her feet pacing. "They are no such things! We higher beings than those small, weak, pathetic, excuses for humans! They've forced us into hiding." "And what exactly are we hiding from Ashley? Your father has made this place safe for our people. It is a haven. Los Angeles, The city of Angels." Ashley's pacing stopped abruptly.

"But, with you walking around like this I know their will be no peace." Ashley looked into her mothers warm honey hues. Her tone softened. "Mother…..we're in hiding. Admit it." Christine eyes narrowed once more. "That's where you're wrong. Your father is a good man and……." "He only visits once a month. When he does he leaves you naked wrapped in sheets crying." She said in an icy voice. Christine sighed. 'Just as cold as her father. Just as bitter.'

"Find your sister. Tonight is the counsel. Tonight we hunt together as we always have every full moon." Ashley took off her shirt putting on a low black V-neck top with long sleeves. She put on her black skinny jeans and black leather high-heeled boots in a mere second.

"She's probably out with that human pet of hers. She mentioned something about showcase art." Christine smiled a little. "I never understood why your sister takes so much interest in the most human of things. I swear sometimes I think that all Kyla does is waste her days on pictures frozen in time. "Time is all we have left mother." Ashley whispered. Christine turned around to face her daughter.

There was a slight draft and the darkness was gone. That was the name she'd earned through the years. The Darkness. Christine had watched the light and joy slowly disappear from her daughter slowly replaced by emptiness. Christine never understood why. Was it the absence of her father? Countless betrayals and love shattered through the centuries? Was it the wars that hardened her daughter's heart? Or had she just given birth to a monster? Ashley sat on her eldest daughters' bed tracing the beautiful blue guitar that Raiffe, her husband, had given Ashley on her 6th birthday. When Ashley was still so innocent.

'Now she's filled with hate and bitterness.' Christine sighed. On the other side of the door a cloaked figure stood. Pale fingers stretched out touching the door. "And so it begins." Said a soft voice. The voice of a woman. Deep blues were revealed before disappearing with the woman in thin air.