A/N: OoOoOoOoOoOo you lucky people, getting two chapters in a row! Hoping to have chapter 8 up by next week. Don't worry about waiting for me to write them, I've got 16 chapters ready to go as soon as I type them. Here you are chapter 7!

Chapter 7: The Vision

"What do ya mean who am...Oh wait, you still don't know me do you? Still that doesn't give you an excuse to run off like that, y'all should've stayed in your room!" The girl was yelling at me and I felt the need to cringe. "Look," I said, "I'm sorry...?"

"Stevie Rae," she said, "your sister sent me to take you to your room." "Wait," Tony spoke with shock. Ha-ha, he was just about to find out I was right! "High Priestess," he continued, "are you saying her sister is ..." "Zoey Redbird, yes" Stevie Rae interrupted.

"Where is my sister?" I asked. "She's gone to Isle of Skye in Scotland to find Stark. I think she said you had a vision about him through all her babblin'." So that was his name. Stark, yea it suited him perfectly. He must've meant something to her, he must've been really important. If he meant something to Zoey, then I would do all in my power to help her find and protect him. Then I heard something. Ah yes, it was my little friends, the voices. Oh great, here we...

He grows weak as his lover flees to find him

She best beware the evils she has left behind them

The divide between Light and Dark grows wider with strife

And Darkness makes its comeback by restoring someone's life

The image showed a man, tall, dark and handsome, a dream. I saw the red tattoos that indicated he was a vampyre, although they were nothing like Stark's or Stevie Rae's. They were cold, lifeless, disgusting, dark things. As he walked, the crowd parted on either side of him like he was some sort of Messiah. Some Messiah then. He walked and stopped when he reached the top of the crowd. He then pulled a short girl out of the crowd, returned her smile and kissed her in a disgustingly passionate way. If I wanted to see something like that, the internet would've sufficed. He started speaking in all sorts of languages to each section of the crowd until he addressed them all as one. "Brethren," he announced, "thank you for the past few years of your dedicated support and commitment. It has been...difficult to get to this stage in the plan. Your money and equipment has helped and encouraged us to get this far. All doubt has now been abolished and in a mere four weeks, we will rule the world in Darkness and rid the world of Light, starting with House of Night!" A cheer swam through the crowd, people were happy to get rid of House of Night? Could it be that bad? And Darkness defintuteley (a word only found in the Tasha Redbird Dictionary) didn't sound good. He continued, "We found the Mystic who can help us find the key to bringing back the Queen of Darkness, Neferet. She will help us obtain our goal of destroying House of Night, starting were it all went wrong, Tulsa." The crowd erupted in cheers again. "Bring him out!" the man yelled.

Out stumbled a baby-faced guy with fair hair and eyes like a startled fawn. He limped up to the altar and the voices that surrounded me whispered at him, "What is your name, beast?" He then cut his finger and wrote in his blood Jack Twist. The ghosts then asked him what he wanted. He drew up a cloud in front if him and pointed at it. It was in a position that only Jack and the ring leader of this project could see. "Is this the key?" the man asked frantically. Jack nodded. Only then did I realise that the cloud mirrored me. And this Mystic Jack wasn't pointing at anything in the background. He was pointing right at me.

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