AN: Here's the next chapter, I'll try and update every 3 days as I have good idea where this stories headed, reviews are always welcome enjoy!

Chapter 7: The separation

Waking up in clearing far from the Ghostlands Sybil sat up feeling a little light-headed, she looked round, Sky and Francis were sitting together, turning around she met the gaze of a worried Tristen. Her mind slowly reconstructed the situation as things came together, she gasped and looked out into the distance where a bright light was emanating from the sky. She staggered to her feet, watching the light, turning slowly her eyes already glazed over with tears, she raised her clinched fists and brought them down on Tristen's expectant chest.

"You…you ruin everything...I hate you", she stuttered beating his chest.

"Sybil we had no choice", he tried but his words fell on deaf ears.

"Take me back… take me back… please…please", she stammered through her tears, Tristen grabbed her wrists to stop the onslaught. Sybil's knees buckled, as the sobbing overwhelmed her, letting go of her wrists, Tristen kneeled down beside her, and pulled her into his chest, she struggled trying to push him away in vain.

"It'll pass…It'll pass Sybil", he sad soothingly.

"I...I hate you", she whispered into his chest.

"I know...I know", he said coolly.

Francis and Sky watched silently, Francis rolled his eyes wondering how he ended up travelling with a priestess and a wolf, he looked across at Sky, whose eyes also seemed to be glazing over with tears.

"You didn't even know the old lady. Why are you crying", asked Francis almost mockingly. Sky turned and smiled sadly, her emerald eyes boring into his.

"I guess I just have a weak heart", she said, he looked away.

"It won't be much fun having a weak hearted queen", said Francis.

"Being weak-hearted doesn't mean a weak resolve...I can make hard decisions but I'll probably cry afterwards", replied Sky looking back at Sybil, who now silently rested her head against Tristen's chest. Without warning slender colds gently stroked the side of her head, the fingers becoming entwined in her silvery blonde locks, Sky turned slowly feeling a little dazed, and stared into calm grey eyes, her heart-beat raced at the contact, pulling his hand away, Francis stood up and stretched as if nothing had happened.

"Well this has been fun but we can't just sit in this clearing forever", said Francis, Sky blinked and snapped out of her trance standing up she just stared at him still slightly bewildered.

"He's right", came a quite but resolute voice, Sky looked over to Sybil who was now on her feet staring straight at them.

"Oh… are you done with your tears", asked Francis bored.

"I'm done", replied Sybil coolly.

"What now", he asked.

"We need to call a council", replied Sybil.

"A council... of what", asked Francis bemused

"Of supernaturals", she replied casually, there was short pause followed by snort.

"The death of the old lady must have really messed with your head", said Francis, Sybil grimaced.

"I'm being serious", she continued.

"It's impossible", he said flatly

"It's possible".

"It'd be a bloodbath".

"Not with Sky there, it won't".

"It'll never work".

"It's worked before". There was a tense silence as the two glared at each other, Sky cleared her throat.

"What exactly are you thinking Sybil", asked Sky interrupting trying to dispel the tension, Sybil turned.

"I'm thinking we have to move fast, a council is the only way… you'll have to step up Sky everything depends on you", replied Sybil, Sky breathed heavily, she turned to look at Francis.

"Do you think I can do it", she asked looking at Francis while asking Sybil.

"I believe so", said Sybil slowly Sky turned back.

"What do we do first Sybil", asked Sky.

"Invites, we need to contact everyone, and then we need a place to have the meeting…. The Reisenfeld manor should be perfect", said Sybil turning to Francis.

"I'm not letting those rodents into my home", said Francis coolly.

"You'd rather go somewhere unknown…where we could all be exposed especially Sky", asked Sybil.

"What exactly is your plan ….priestess", asked Francis through greeted teeth.

"You should take Sky back to your castle and keep her safe…maybe teach her how to be intimating... me and Sebastian will go collect people it shouldn't take more than a week" said Sybil with determination.

"Why am I the one left baby siting while you and the dog get to have all the fun", spat out Francis.

"Because no one likes you ...and we want people to turn up", replied Sybil, Francis sneered.

"And you think they'll just believe you…and turn up at my domain", asked Francis.

"We'll convince them it's in their best interest to…we should get going time's not on our side", replied Sybil undeterred.

"If you betray us, I'll rip your head from your body priestess", said Francis emotionlessly. Sky walked up and put her hand on Sybil's shoulder.

"Be safe Sybil", she said Sybil smiled and nodded turning to Tristen, it's time her eyes said. Sybil and Tristen silently disappeared into the clearing leaving Francis and Sky alone.

"You must hate me a little…for asking you to let this wilderness be you're home", said Francis, Sky looked over at him.

"I don't hate you...yet… but there's time", she said calmly, in a flash he was right in front of her

"That's the spirit", he replied with smirk.

It wasn't long before they were back at the Reisenfeld manor, Sky suddenly felt very tired trudging up the long windy staircase, she found herself back in the same room as before, falling on the bed she drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.

Waking up a couple of hours later, she felt very thirsty, opening the big mahogany doors she found herself back in the long corridor. She walked out slowly every creak catching her attention she was on edge, there was a loud sound from behind, she turned quickly and was nose to nose with Francis, she staggered backwards in surprise, as he slowly brought his finger to his lips indicating for her to be quite.

"Someone's here", he said frowning, he walked passed Sky and scanned the long corridor.

"Whose here", asked Sky.

"My arch-nemesis", replied Francis.

"That's no way to speak about your brother", came a voice from the darkness, Sky followed the sound and their emerging out of the darkness was tall slender man, supporting a casual black suit, which matched his raven locks, and contrasted with with his alabaster skin and blue eyes.

"Is it a habit of yours to turn up uninvited", asked Francis with coldness, Sky's never heard before.

"Well you refuse to invite me dear brother", replied the stranger.

"The last time I invited you, you tried to kill me", stated Francis.

"Oh come on… that was like 200 years ago", replied the stranger, Francis remained tense.

"What do you want", asked Francis, the stranger smiled glancing over Francis shoulders at Sky, there was a coldness in his blue eyes that fazed Sky.

"I just wanted to see my little brother that's all…looks like you got another pet", he said indicating Sky, slowly he started walking towards them, till he was right in front of Francis.

"That's far enough", said Francis placing his hand on the strangers chest.

"Oh come on...I just want to introduce myself you're being overly protective of this pet…you haven't fallen in love with her have you", replied the stranger mockingly, Francis frowned and stepped aside. The stranger walked past him till he was in front of Sky, he offered his hand.

"Alexis Reisenfeld at your service", he said with a smile, Sky took his hand tentatively.

"Nice to meet you I'm Sky Westlake" she replied, as soon as her tiny hands wrapped around his slender fingers he yanked her into his chest and whispered into her ear.

"it's be a shame… to let you live Sky", said Alexis, Sky felt a sharp pain in her stomach, pulling way Alexis stepped behind Sky and watched Francis whose eyes widened, as Sky slowly looked down blood was dripping from her abdomen, looking up at Francis her eyes were strangely calm.

"Forever…is shorter than I expected", Sky said weakly, as her blood continued to drip onto the floor, in the long shadowy corridor.