A/N: Okay you guys, here's another chapter!(Edited February 6, 2007)

Song Of The Heart

Chapter Two: A Meeting

Krystin smirked, and watched Yami walk away. Finally, Yami accepting his destiny. He would claim the small, innocent mortal and make the human his for all eternity.

This world was a strange place. She could not understand it at all; mortals destroyed the earth slowly with their poisonous gases, and wars. Why did they bother to live here, if only to wreak destruction?

Vampires were different, they were better balanced. They only killed mortals who deserved to die and occasionally a mortal stupid enough to threaten them. They were not immortals who thrived on pain and death, but rather powerful creatures trying to make their home in the world.

There were roughly one million Vampires on the planet, which was an insignificant number when one remembered the billions of humans occupying the world. They all knew each other, and a new Vampire was only made if absolutely necessary. And in the rare instances that a new Vampire was Sired, it was because the mortal was one of their people's mates.

The only other way for a Vampire to be made, was if a female became pregnant. That was also very rare, for Krystin made it an order not to conceive a child unless the child was wanted greatly. The law seemed much crueler than it actually was, for she had made the law for a very good reason.

In this age of advanced technology, Vampires were easier to detect. Because detection must be avoided at all costs, she and her mate Jayden enforced strict laws that lead to death if they were broken.

As harsh as it was the Vampires understood and obeyed them.

Yet one foolish Vampire was trying to destroy everything that she and her Mate had spent centuries building. And the evil Vampire was going around killing innocent mortals and Vampires.

She was afraid for the fist time in centuries. If Marik(for he was the Vampire causing the chaos)achieved his goal, chaos would reign and Vampires and mortals would suffer horrible deaths.

It couldn't happen. It wouldn't. She would protect here people from anyone or anything. For the last war, more than four centuries ago, had destroyed more than half their ranks and crippling their people so badly they had yet to recover.

Krysin sighed, and turned and looked at her mate Jayden who appeared by her side.

Her mate was handsome; he had long blonde hair, artfully spiked. He was well built- with a muscled chest, and long, graceful legs. His eyes were a mesmerizing blue, which seemed to capture, and hold your attention.

"Krystin," Jayden softly said his voice as quiet as that of a summer's breeze. "Did you get Yami to come to you?"

She sighed, and stared into space for a few moments. "Yes, yes I did. He accepted his destiny. He will find the young one."

Jayden moved to the small table in the middle of the room, and sat down. "Good."

She laughed, the sound lilting, yet beautiful at the same time. "Yes, Mate. It is good. He will save us all."

She moved, and kneeled down next to her mate. They smiled lovingly at each other, and silently gave Yami strength.

He was going to need it.

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Yami walked down the road, his tri-colored hair blowing in the night's breeze. His crimson eyes were narrowed in thought, and he was not paying attention to where he was going. Had he been paying attention, he could have avoided walking into a figure scurrying down the street.

Yami crashed into said person, and only his innate sense of balance kept him from falling to the street in an unceremonious heap. This was more than could be said about the person he had walked into. She fell to the ground with a loud squawk of anger.

Yami blinked, annoyed. He was on his way to visiting his "mate", and he wanted to get there as soon as possible. After more than three hours of traveling, he was extremely cranky.

He peered down at the mortal female. She had short brown hair that reached to her shoulders, and blue eyes. He was amused to see she was glaring at him, blue eyes shooting sparks at him.

"Hey, jackass! Watch where you are going!" She screamed, her voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard.

Yami winced, and forced himself to come out of the shadows. He heard the gasp, and sensed the woman's surprise at his appearance. Yami inwardly groaned.

"Listen," he started, desperately wanting to get away from her simpering eyes. It was disgusting how pathetically she groveled at his feet, trying to arrange herself in an attractive way.

"I...have to go..." Yami managed to get out, holding his anger in, but barely. He did not want to harm her, but if she kept nagging him…

His patience was tested once more when the mortal stood up, her shirt hiking up to(deliberately, Yami was sure) show some cleavage. She walked towards him in what Yami supposed was a seductive walk, and whispered softly in his ear...

"Want to go and get some food?"

Now Yami was pissed, he was wasting precious time talking to her. He focused his gaze on the woman, and allowed his eyes to glow a demon's red. The woman gasped, and drew away from him.

Yami could smell her fear in the air, and smiled. "No, I do not want to go anywhere with you! Now get out of my damn way!" he yelled, and waved his hand. She was thrown backwards into a wall and knocked unconscious.

Yami walked away from her without a second glance. Five minutes later he found himself at a small game shop. He walked inside, sniffing the air. Instantly his senses were assaulted with a spicy, cinnamon scent.

This is my mate's scent he thought, and a feral smile spread across his face. Yami followed the scent, and walked into a small room.

The room was littered with a myriad of toys, games, and clothes. A small bay window adorned one of the walls, and the moon's soft glow bathed everything in a soft, silvery light.

Yami's eyes shifted to a small teen snuggled up in a bed. The boy had such an aura of innocence that Yami was enthralled, unable to look away from his pale, child-like face.

Such purity was captivating. He could not resist walking over to the sleeping mortal. He stared down at the pale features, the teens face framed by matted down tri-colored hair. Yami held his breath, afraid if he made too much noise his Mate would wake. Tentatively one of Yami's shaking hands reached out and touched the mortal's cheek.

"Your skin is so soft, little one." Yami whispered.

The mortal shifted slightly, a smile gracing his innocent features. Yami laughed, unable to help himself. The child was so cute!

The mortal shifted once more, and his eyes fluttered open. Yami froze, and his eyes were instantly caught by sleepy amethysts.

His mate was awake...

End of chapter