A/N: hello again ye all! I've been on holiday to Wales and haven't touched a

computer since so I haven't been able to update this, so here's the long awaited new chapter, finally. Thank ya for reviewing, keep it up and I'll work harder! Oh and, the past events/ reports will be in italic and dated, so look out for that!



Chapter 3: To Seek.

A little fire is quickly trodden out, which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench. ~ William Shakespeare

England, London,

Sunday 2nd September 1666

The late summer air was still.

Everything was silent, whether living or non- living, no sound could be heard. The cats' midnight choir was hushed as if in anticipation, creaking wooden houses stood stark, dark and dormant, and not a living soul could be seen for miles. There were no beggars, no urchins, and even the prostitutes had turned in this night. The silence was pervading, and it didn't make the night peaceful but rather eerie, as if awaiting for something to happen.

Here stood Saray, shuffling her feet uncomfortably. Her standing place was damp and the warm bodies pressed against both her sides, disturbing the itchy wool of her cloak, didn't help alleviate her discomfort. It was the twelfth hour after noon, at the time were most respectable people would be found asleep, content, in their beds, but here, in a small basement beneath an even smaller bakery in Pudding Lane chanting voices filled the air, bodies swaying, and carried their incantations to the silent streets above. Saray added her voice to the multitude and revelled in the ease in which the foreign words came to her. Although alien she recognised the structure. It was an incantation for summoning. She knew that today, if all went well, these few dark witches would finally unleash a thing of great terror upon the humans. The Night World would at long last rid itself from the human infestation making this one of those points in time which were both worth recording and watching. Now the voices began falling and rising in pitch erratically, as if drunk, finally reaching an ultimatum.

A flash of white light, and a gargantuan hole opened at the centre of the circle.

The raised voices were now practically screaming their ecstasies. No one cared for their lives here, or so it seemed, as even when the room began to shake so hard pieces of the ceiling fell down on the ten spectators below no one dove for cover. Eddies of dust pushed against their bodies, rushing towards the walls and away from the blazing crater. It was a feeling that Saray understood to well. They were drunk on the seemingly bottomless power, and thought themselves invincible and impervious to any insults to the flesh. The light emanating from crater painted them a blood- red.

It was like a scene from hell.

"Rise Ignis' Dia!! From the molten pits of Satan's womb become reborn and cast away thy chains of imprisonment, let anguish be thy fuel and wrath thy drive! Let us return to thee thy name that was wrongly stolen from thee so that all may know it and fear. Ignis' Dia they called thee, daemon of fire and thus come forth and swath this ungrateful mankind with thy blaze. Arise oh one cloaked in malice and flame! Arise! Arise!" Only part of the translation of the original chant but already one can feel the hate imbued within each word. Every passage spoke of various horrible things which should be inflicted upon the humans. Pestilence, disease, and death, the three things which man kind has yet to find a way to escape. And all of it was being beckoned out of the ether by some crazed occult fanatic.

This is going to be one big entertainment bundle, I'll give you that.

Saray stuttered as a particularly strong quake nearly dropped her to her knees. A steadying hand gripped her elbow, a pair of kind eyes smiling at down at her,Guliemus', her partner. She stood firmly once again and continued chanting, feeling the great magic pouring from the crater filling her every word with power. This power frightened and excited her at the same time, she felt swept along as if some outside force was urging her forward, giving her strength when she faltered.

It was when the air (now saturated with magic) started to pulse that she realised that something was finally coming out of the hole. A blast of hot air followed by a deafening roar threw Saray and the nine to the walls, clouding her vision. Outside the masses arose and filled the streets of Pudding Lane. What's going on's? and what happened's? were asked from neighbour to neighbour. Shocked outbursts, children screaming and bawling, there were so many different reactions to the occurrence. But one thing was the same with all, everyone knew that something that they didn't want to see, something they had no wish to acknowledge was about to burst from within the bakery. A superstitious fear gripped their hearts and some even fell to their knees and prayed in repentance for past sins. Whilst within the small bakery, beneath it actually, at the basement, a daemon swathed in flames burst through clawing it's way from hell. Saray could only watch as the things roar engulfed the entire room in flames, braking the walls and ceiling of the basement down from within. Nearly all were incinerated almost instantly, and the others crushed by the rubble. Only Saray and Guliemus escaped narrowly by shielding themselves within a sphere of magic when things started to look grim. The daemon ignored them for the most part, and as soon as the pathway to the surface was cleared it made a straight diversion towards the outside. The two managed to pull themselves out of the wreckage in time to watch the fire from the daemon spreading. Now just seemingly a big ball of fire, it leapt from the gabled roof of one house to another, until the entirety of Pudding Lane was immersed in flames. She could see people running around on fire, screaming for help, whilst those who they once called brother, or lover, or friend ran from them, fearing their own lives.

This scene itself, Saray decided, showed one how ugly human beings are.

Guliemus crossed his arms after taking of his hood, revealing hair the colour of the red blaze around them. The light played on his features as he watched, grim faced, at the unfolding events, only moving to side step a flaming cat or two.

An impressively large building was ablaze. St. Paul's Cathedral, the religious and moral symbol of 17th century England was falling to ashes! People wailed, nearby priests screamed salvation, "it's a sign from God! Heed the warnings, be repentant! Lord forgive us!" There was nought but mayhem and chaos and as Saray watched the fire spread she couldn't help but personify humans with rats fleeing fire and water at dangers notice. Would that, however, be an insult to animals? Even the lowest of creatures would venture to save it's own kin but here, men and women pushed and trampled each other, driven wild by fear.

Saray was almost sorry that the summoning had failed.

[END OF REPORT]



Once we stopped walking, I turned and got straight to the point.

"Listen here buddy, I haven't the time to chat with you or any other student so this ain't personal, now look" I sighed impatiently, the guy wasn't listening to a word I said, he simply stared at me like some moon- stricken dolt, "I'm, uh, Night... World too okay? I know you're a shifter but I'm a witch. Because you seem a bit simple minded I'll help ya out. I- am- not- interested- in- you, I never will and quite frankly have no intention of trying." I said the last bit as slow as I could, as if speaking to a very small child. At my last words his head snapped up like something finally got through to him. Thank the Mother.

He stepped closer to me. The cheerful happy smile had been wiped clean off his face. Earlier (after he so cruelly pushed me) I may have felt triumphant at this, but now, it felt hollow, like I had won a battle, but at a crippling price.

But that was nonsense, that would actually mean that I felt something for him and I don't. Right?

He opened and closed his mouth, thought for a bit then ran his hand through his hair. "Listen, technically, I don't even know who you are, where you're from or what you're doing here and quite frankly I feel a bit weird being this casual to someone I just met," he paused for breath, "but I know that something did happen back at the hall," he paused for breath again, "And I think I can help, you know figure it out or somethi-"

"I don't care!" I have to admit, I got a bit hysterical then, "I don't want, nor necessarily need, your help thank you very much! I told you already, I'm not interested. Whatever happened there was just a bit of static electricity nothing else."

"Okay, just calm down, okay? Are you listening?" he looked inquisitively at my face, "I know this place, circle daybreak, in fact I'm one of their longer standing members. They take in people like us who are soulmates and-"

"I have a fiancé!"

I don't really know why I said that out loud, I never actually meant for anyone to find out about it. But the moment he said soulmates there was a clench in my heart, like... acceptance. At the same time my mind feared and tried to reject it as much as it could. Such an absurd notion, based on nothing but furtive feeling and whimsical action had no place in my life. It was one of your turn- the- world- upside- down kind of moments and I happen to like having my world the right side up thank you very much.

And plus, this guy scared me, for reasons way beyond my scope.

At the same time, the flash of hurt and desperation on his face was too painful for me to watch. I felt silly, like I wanted to raise my hand and touch him, to comfort him,to take back my words, just to alleviate his distress. Such feeling were alien to me and yet they felt right. His warm light brown eyes were once again enveloping me and I felt pulled towards him, like a rope was tying me to him and continuosly reeling me in. It was strange they way he could so easily accept this strange phenomenon whilst I tried to deny it, reject it even, and with a stranger his never met before. For split second I felt like I should accept him.

Instead I ran from him.

I didn't know his name, neither did I want to know. All I knew was that this ache was caused by him and that perhaps it'd go away the more distance I put between us. For someone who didn't allow emotions to rule their lives I was getting pretty carried away with the anguished dramatic heroine role that everyone could see. My hair was hazardously drooping into my eyes so when I crashed into someone it came to no surprise.

Danni Abforth looked back at me, puzzled at her sudden position on the floor. We got up, me muttering a sorry and her looking at me like I was the grim reaper. When she opened her mouth to speak I immediately made my move to leave. I was not in the mood for accusations.

"No wait! I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for earlier! If y- you want let's meet up after school okay! Merry meet!" She shouted after me. This got me so surprised that I barely nodded in response.

"Wait, weren't you afraid of me a minute ago?" I walked a few steps, thought for a bit, then looked back to banter once more, "Besides, after the little scene earlier I don't really feel like becoming acquainted with the lot of ya. So a good day to you Abforth!" Pleased with my comeback I turned tail and walked briskly away before I could here the reply. I had the distinct feeling that Iwas being followed by him.



"The Night World? I'm to meet them?"

I had just returned home and Guliemus, my fiancé, and my 'legal caretaker', Matteus Elders (a mate from the circle) bombarded me with this news: I had been summoned by the joint council of the Night World. For what reasons no one new but whatever it was, it couldn't be good. I had heard tales about people who had been summoned by the joint council and, at the risk of sounding cliché, they were never heard of since. That was not how I wanted to go. I imagined myself dying in a flash and grand manner... yes, like something out of Lord of the Rings, a grand battle or som' in.

Most deff.

"So what do you think it's about? The need info or something?" I sat myself on Guliemus' lap. He put his arm around me and buried his head in the crook of my neck, tickling me. Matteus pushed an A4 sized paper to me for me to read.

"Basically all the brief says is that the Night World has made negotiations with the Circle. They've come to terms and now we are officially wait for it," he pulled another more fancy looking paper from out of his trench coat, "'honoured members and citizens of the Night World and its council', ahhh, what a riot!" He broke out laughing then, at perhaps a private joke that someone like me could never hope to understand, "and as this groups newly founded leader, you have to go and represent us, with Guliemus of course."

For some reason, the prospect seemed a bit daunting. The Circle had never tied themselves to a particular side before and if they were doing so then it must mean that Daybreak had no chance of winning. It dawned on me, slowly and shockingly, what this might mean.

"Wait, does this mean-"

"Yep, this means that as we are now on the Night's side, we have to get rid'a those Daybreak losers, isn't that great Shaziya?"

Yeah, it was hella awesome.

Shit, now what do I do?


A/N: Sorry about the delay!!! But here's an extra long chapter for apologies. As an extra info, I spent a week in Devon, how exciting! Although the trip was nice all I did was work there... Damn these restricting A- Levels! Please review and forgive this wretched soul!!!