Here we go with another update! Yay! Happy October 31st everyone!

Kai Hero: I'm glad you enjoyed the update. And thank you for the concern. Nana is doing really well now that her radiation treatments are behind her.

Watching: Dracula (Bela Lugosi version) Listening to: the film's dialogue Random thought of the day: Do vampires get heartburn?

*Serena's point of view*

You opened your eyes slowly and saw a brilliant glow at the side of your bed. You turned your head slowly and saw that an angel had appeared in your room.

"Oh my God," you whispered in shock.

Blackeheart jerked awake, took one look at the angel and backed away in pain. Demons had a hard time tolerating Holy energy and it caused them great pain when exposed to it. You felt a little sympathy for Blackheart. It wasn't his fault his body couldn't tolerate the Holy for very long.

"Do not worry demon. I shall not cause you too much pain. This time," she said calmly.

You saw Blackheart's pain slowly disappear right before your eyes. It was as if the Holy energy was receeding from the room just enough for him to tolerate being so close to an entity of heaven.

"Wow," you whispered. "That was amazing!"

"Your voice is weak, little one. Let me help you speak louder."

She placed her angelic hands on your head and the throbing migraine-level headache that was beginning to register in your mind went away. Blackheart came over to you and sat next to you, concern in his was hard for you to believe he would be concerned for you. You thought he hated you.

"Serena, are you alright? That beast didn't hurt you, did it?" he asked, sending an angry glare in the direction of the angel.

"No SHE didn't hurt me and SHE is pretty darn nice to fix me like that. You should be happy I'm alright now. You should be dancing the Hamster Dance that I'm not going to kick your ass back to Hell,now lemme up!" you said, defiantly, you pushed yourself up, knocking Blackheart back on his butt in the process.

"Hey! Watch it!" he snapped.

"Shut your yammering skull cave!" you snapped back, earning a glare from him. You just smiled coldly at him in response.

"He was right! You two are perfect for each other!" the angel replied.

"Who is he?" asked Blackheart, not getting what the angel meant.

"God," you replied again.

"Must you be so harsh? Okay creature, start explaining!" Blackheart demanded.

"Please? And, uh, can you start with a name?" you added.

"Well, my dear, my name is Anastasia and the explanation is you and Blackheart are cut from the same stone, so to speak. Your meant to be together. You both suffered similar attrocities and those cicumstances brought your souls closer together. They say, in heaven, that the both of you are two halfs of the same soul. I'm surprised it took you so long to find each other!" Anastasia said.

"Me and Blackheart are soulmattes? Since when?" you asked. This was a lot to take in, especially since you just woke up.

"Yes, you are and I personally don't know since when," Anastasia said. "You both are truly one, so to speak."

"I don't get it. He ain't got a soul to begin with so how's we soulmates?" you asked.

"It's a long and complicated process. It would take years to fully explain it to you so you could properly understand," Anastasia stated, sympathetically.

You stared at the heavenly being with a mixture of shock and fright. You and Blackheart? Soulmates? How was that even possible? It shouldn't be possible at all! Demons don't have souls!

"I still don't get it," you said.

"I, for one, don't fully get how a demon got a soul in the first place," Anastasia said as she glared at Blackheart.

"Unless, he's fadder made a deal with God so's he get to be allowed to have a soul," you said.

"That is possible," Anastasia replied.

"I believe I can answer that question," came a voice.

Everyone looked up and saw Mephistopholes standing in the doorway in all his evil glory. Even now you couldn't help but think of Peter Fonda and 'Easy Rider' when you saw him.

"Hello ... father," said Blackheart, his voice seeping with suppressed hatred. "You have some questions to answer."

"I know Blackheart. That is precisely why I have come in the first place," the devil said as he entered and placed himself at the foot of your bed. "The truth is, son, I sold you to heaven in return for a proper Ghost Rider," he said.

"Really?" asked Blackheart. That was it. You could tell Blackheart really hated Mephistopheles now.

"Really," said the devil. "Just ask the little angel girl here." he pointed at Anastasia as he said so.

"That sounds like what I've been told," she said, giving Mephistopheles a sideways glance that spoke volumes about how little she trusted the prince of darkness.

"And who is this proper Ghost Rider? I don't get it! That fall addled the brains right outta me skull!" you cried, feeling more and more like you were the last to know everything important.

"You are the proper Ghost Rider the little horn is referring to," replied Anastasia, kindly.

"Oh. I see. I think," you said

"All will be revealed in time. You have done great as Ghost Rider so far even though no evil souls have been sent to hell yet. You've done an excellent job against Damien. He needs to be stopped. I must say, most humans wouldn't have been able to handle it all as well as you have, Serena" she said.

"Okay, first, thank you Angel Girl. Second, I've never come across any evil spirits yet and if you haven't noticed, I haven't gone out at night lately and I've noticed myself that the last time I transformed into the Flaming skull creature, the stars were shining. And third, I can't figure out Damien's weakness," you said, feeling overwhelmed.

"He has a huge weakness for hot women with huge breasts," said the if that would help you any.

"I've seen him gauk at such women countless times."

"Okay ... I'm not sure how that helps but we could always see if Pamela Anderson is available for the task," you said.

"You could always do it," said Mephistopholes. "If you get a boob job."

"I AM NOT GETTING BIGGER TITS JUST TO LURE SOME SHIT-HEADED SHITHERDER TO DIE! ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?" you screamed.

After taking a deep breath you continued.

"I ain't that kinda girl! I prefer to stay natural. I am not getting larger breasts. Their big enough, thank you very much!" You glared at him so hard you thought your eyes might pop out of your head.

"Alright. I'll just summon an empty shell to do it," Mephistopholes said, looking annoyed.

"Good! Or we could just feed off his greed and allow him to read the ranches contract, collect all the souls into his body, allowing him to become Legion and then I could fight him, get my butt kicked, and finally pin him against a wall and use my Pennance Stare on him, thus killing him, sending him to hell, and saving the planet from his brand of evil," you said.

"All that work for a small lady?" asked Blackheart.

"Yep and you'd help me do it. Take it or leave it," you said, sticking out you chin Mary Bundle syle. (anyone whos read "Random Passage" and "Waiting For time" by Bernice Morgan will know who i'm talking about. Both books are excellent reads, good for learning about outport life here in Newfoundland.)

Blackheart smiled at your strength. It was one of the things he truly admired about you. You had balls. That's for sure even if you were a girl. You looked at him suddenly and caught him smiling at you. You smiled back at him, your eyes dancing. Blachkheart loved the way your eyes danced and sparkled when you were genuinly pleased. During this little interlude, Anastasia and Mephistopholes had started arguing about your plan.

"Will you two cool it?" you asked, heatedly.

Both fell silent and looked at you. You swore sometimes, it was like everyone looked at you like you had two heads.

"Oy! You two are like little kids! You argue about the simplest little things and there's usually an answer just as simple! It's insane! are you sure you aren't a married couple?"

"No we aren't. But either way it is time I took my leave," Anastasia said.

"Alright. See ya," you said.

"It's time I took my leave also," said Mephistopheles, glaring at the angel.

"See ya too," you said.

Both exited the room, leaving you and Blackheart alone together. He moved closer to you and your breath caught. a sweet and gentle scent caught your nose. It was a smell you had loved your entire life. Lillacs. One of your favorite flowers.

"Do you smell lilacs?" you asked as you sniffed the air, trying to draw as much of the scent into your nostrils as possible.

"I, uh, attempted to use what you humans call a shower while you were out riding. I don't see what you see in it. I, uh also experimented with the use of something called body wash and that was the scent on the stuff," he said, looking a little embarassed. "You have a lot of stuff with that scent."

"That's because it's one of my favorite smells. I love lilacs. I can't get enough of them," you blurted in complete shock that Blackheart was actually curious about things in the human world.

"That explains it then," he said.

"Yeah, it does" you said.

Suddenly, Blackheart leaned in and kissed you passionately on the lips. You were shocked by this and forgot to kiss him back. When he broke the kiss, he looked into your eyes and said with great emotion, "I love you, Serena. I realized that when I saw you lying on the ground unconscious and looking like you were dead."

"Oh my God!" was all you could say before he kissed you again. soon you were both naked and in the throws of passion. Every thrust of Blackheart's shaft was a step closer to pure ecstasy for you. Finally, you both climaxed together, him releasing his seed into you and you moaning and calling out his name in the midst of your own climax, and collapsed into a heap. You both fell asleep in each other arms that night and you had the most peaceful sleep you'd ever had. Your dreams were filled with images of Blackheart, Damien's death and several unknown people who were sent to hell for the evil that they'd done. Still, your sleep was immensely peaceful and Blackheart's dreams were filled with you and only you and he hoped that every dream he had from now on were like the dreams he had that night.