Let's just say I came down with a bad case of Writer's Block. Well, I'm most likely going to finish this up before school starts up again (Anyone a fellow soon-to-be Sophomore?). Kept you guys waiting for this one, and I hope it does SOME justice. Yeah, just came out fully playing for the "other team" so I guess I was inspired =).

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Enjoy...please? =D

I walked past the countless jail-like cells over-flowing with the worst demons of them all...

The ones that didn't die out after the change years and years ago, but didn't manage to resist it.

Some of their bodies are split in two; either vertically, or horizontally. Almost all of them are missing at least one limb, whether it be an arm or a leg, or both. But still had it easy when it came to lockdown. Their cells were partially opened thanks to the bars--exactly like a human jail-cell. But the man who I came to see resides where only mental institution patients can relate. Padded white walls, and everything, down at the farthest end of the hall.

Slowly, I opened the heavy metal door. He immediatly sensed my prescense, and smiled.

You can't call it a smile though, when it resides on Satan's face.

"So I see you've finally come to me after all this time." I cautiously took a step forward and closed the heavy door behind me, letting a rush of sudden cool air stab me in the back. "I'm surprised it took you this long."

"You shouldn't be. You of all people should know that the prophecy clearly states that the 'Battle Between the Worlds' would involve you on the Dark Side, side of the Underworld and all that reside in it." My body shook as he let out a menacing laugh.

"Honestly, you think I remember all of that! There's hundreds--thousands of those books stating every last, little detail of anyone with relative supernatural importance's lives. When I was young I may have been forced to know them but it's been millenia since I've picked one up last." I wasn't surprised.

"Then you should remember me coming here, graciuosly asking for your help." With much resielance, I bent down on both knees and clasped my hands together.

"Still following the 'Rule of God' I see. Tsk tsk, I expected you to have changed your ways by now. After losing everything God would be the last thing of my interests."

I internally laughed. "God is the last thing of your intrest."

"We're not the only one's with an army, you know." James's voice rang in my ears as he took a seat across from me at the kitchen table, where I was currently sitting, rubbing my temples to try and soothe my migrane.

Even though its been an hour or two, it seems like only minutes since Angela told me what really happened to the baby. How she feels like she could've stopped it, if she didn't try to fight her. How she had a chance to run away. How she wishes it could've been her. How the babies own other-half, was the one who did it...

How Shannon fucking Levy killed her own child.

"She's building her own, and while we may have the entire vampire community, as well as the help from above, she has her own allies building below." I looked up at the middle-age-looking man and his eyes seemed completely distant. Like his body was here, but his mind was in fucking Timbuktu. "We have heaven, and she has hell."

"But we have her family." He twitched and his eyes turned on me. "You really think she would turn on her own family?" Of course, I took in the question after it came out of my stupid mouth.

If she already killed one of her kids (whether it was born or not) what would stop her from killing the rest of them?

"God, this is all so fucking confusing!" I bashed my hand down on the table, unintentionaly splintering the wood.

"Don't worry about it; meaningless. But yes, although all of us together in this house alone may possibly be enough to take her down, Gino is skeptical. Always believing there's strength in numbers, and not taking risks unless there is absolutely no other choice." His cool demeanor vanished as he snarled. His top lip curled over his upper-teeth and you could almost hear the air thickening around us.

So I tried to make a quick getaway. "Well, as much as I'd love to continue this--" I was cut off before I even got to the doorway. James's speed made it seem like he managed to teleport in front of me and push me up against the counter in a fraction of a second.

"You don't even know how valuable you really are, Ashley," he breathed out. "Sometimes, I stay up night wondering what would I do if I had to pick between either you or Angela? It's a hard desicion for me. She may be my daughter, yes, but she will never be able to do what you can." He grabbed my hands and ran them both up from his hips to his chest. "You will do great things here, Ashley Davies. The entire vampire community will worship you! Practically kiss and envy the ground you walk on! Forget Gino as far as I'm concerned, YOU will be the new--!"

"Dad." I turned my head and saw Angela standing a few feet away; blank look spread out on her face. Then James slowly backed away from me and made a hasty exit, most likely to his office.

Thank Gino, or better yet...."Thanks, Ang." I smiled at her, but got nothing in return. She breathed in deeply a few times before her pale blue eyes met mine, and I know something was off.

They always say that there's those real moments that define a person. Sure, my big lifechanger was obviously being turned into a 'creature of the night,' but what happened next was something I never saw coming. It was the last thing I'd expected, and I almost wish she never uttered those six words...

"I need to talk to you."

No, those six words didn't do much, except randomly setting off a match inside me, and letting me fucking explode.

"I've gotta get out of here..." I mumbled it to myself, but she obviously heard. Next thing I know she had a death grip on my arm.

"Ashley..."

"NO! Look, Angela, get the fuck off me!" I thrashed my body back and forth but she held on tight, and I could feel her bruising my arm. Then, when she pushed me back into the wall and I heard the shattering of glass, I could feel blood begining to rush down my back. "Please, just get off of me." I pleaded, but she just pushed my body back into the glass and I could now feel shards peircing through my skin with anything but friendly intentions. "Let me go!"

"You're not going anywhere..." she whispered against the shell of my ear, and that's when everything stopped.

I know they all say your life is supposed to flash before your eyes when you're about to die, but this was insane. The entire room around us, Angela included, seemed to have just frozen in time. It was like someone had a TiVo remote and they pressed pause, and everything just stopped right where they were.

Angela's teeth were centimeters away from sinking into my neck and--

"Please, just get off of me." She moved her hands to my arms, and got a firm grip on them. "Let me go!"

"You're not going anywhere..." she again whispered. Before I knew it, her razor-sharp teeth were sunk into my neck.

...Oh my God...

Did anyone see that coming? ;-)