Hi everyone! This chapter is a sortie compared to my usual work but I had some free time and decided to update with will properly have your minds ticking with this chapter!!! I've missed writing this story, it took up most of my time completely for three solid months during the summer break and it's good to get back to it every now and then.

OK, firstly I'd like to thank all my wonderful and devoted reviews. This story would not have got so far without your encouragement! So thank-you to every one!

Well enough of my blabbing. On with the show…enjoy!!

August 24th, 1991

Becoming a vampire does strange things to a person. The desire to kill humans slowly wears down after a while, although the temptation is always there, always the strongest of all vampire senses. The thirst for blood never dies down; control is needed to conquer it. Some vampire choose not to do this, it is against their nature to do so as many put it.

They were designed and created to drink blood and human blood at that, and that is what they will do…but not all human-blood drinkers are bad.

Take the Vincien coven for instance. They live in a rural forest called the Niclue Forest just south of Newport, near an old village. Outside the forest planted signs scream, "DANGER!" "Fear of Death!" "KEEP OUT!" "Unsafe!"

For Newport was not the first place to have mysterious deaths come to the city. Those locals who are brave enough to venture into the Niclue Forest have their bravery wasted. For none ever return and those who go out looking for their friend do not return either. It's as simple as the domino effect.

The Vincien coven kills humans, yes, very much, but they are hospital and kind to those of their own kind and would not turn another vampire away if they were to be needing help. The Vincien coven was a very old coven; dating back to the time of when the Romans controlled almost all of Europe. They traveled through the entire world until they situated in that forest not quite so long ago.

The Vincien family was a special coven for belonging to that coven was a Vampire Elder, Sipre. He was old in age (nearing his ninetieth hundredth birthday soon) but still looking no older then a man of fifty. He was wise and knew things that others did not. He had a special foresight that allowed him to see the future or the destiny of others, human and nonhuman. See into the minds of anyone and break through any mind barriers, he knew of any threat another vampire or coven gave to his own coven or if they had any special talents that were popular among the younger vampires of the late twentieth century. He had the ability to cure and destroy any creature he wished and nobody would be able to stop him.

A very powerful Vampire indeed; the most powerful in all of Wales, to be exact.

A young vampire had been taken in by the Vincien coven a few years ago. Barely a boy of eleven; he was young as a vampire but possessed the skill of leadership and mind reading that none of them had seem in a long time; they had even been interested for him to join them but the young vampire declined, he was just searching for something.

What exactly he was looking for, the young vampire did not even know himself. He just needed to leave for a while from his home in London.

It had been then when he had met one of the Vampire Elders, Sipre.

Sipre sat at a small table, staring over a large cream coloured bowl. The room was small and no other vampire was in the room besides two. The young male vampire walked slowly and carefully towards the Elder. The large doors behind him closed with a soft thud.

I've been waiting for you…

The boy gave a shaky breath as the Vampire Elder turned to place his eyes on the vampire-boy. He had brown hair with grey strips spread through it and his face was old and wise looking. His eyes were a piercing red colour as they observed the boy in front of him.

The boy bowed respectfully saying, "It's an honor to met you sir, my name is-"

"Edward Slater," the Elder cut across his sentence. The boy looked up instantly in shock as the older vampire stood. He was lanky and tall and towered over Edward even from a few meters away. His long burgundy robes flowed elegantly around his feet as he approached Edward.

I have seen you coming Edward. You must not fear me, I mean no threat.

"There is none taken sir," said Edward. His voice was still of a child and his face had still the roundness to it that a child has, not yet secured properly. He was barely eleven years old.

You have come a long way from home young one. Why so far?

"I needed to get away for a while," said Edward looking up at Sipre, "I needed some time on my own."

And you decided to run from all you are?

"I am not running," hissed Edward, suddenly angry and glaring at Sipre stubbornly, "I just need some time to think!"

You dare to speak to me in such a tone? Are you not afraid?

After a moment Edward of strong contemplating the idea he shook his head.

Something of a satisfied smirk crossed Sipre's face as he gazed down at Edward for a moment before he suddenly stepped to the side and gestured out with his arm and hand to the abandoned bowl at the table speaking aloud for the first time, "I invite you to look into the water."

Edward's electric blue eyes flicked between Sipre's face and the bowl doubtfully, as he said, "and what will I see?"

Sipre raised his eyebrows gently, "I do not know. For you are you, and I am me. We are not the same person. So I ask you to look."

Edward remained still for a moment before heading towards the bowl while glanced at Sipre a few times over his shoulder as he went. Sipre however, made no stir and watched Edward silently and motionlessly.

Edward gave Sipre one last look before turning his bright blue eyes into the water filled bowl. Nothing happened for a moment, the clear watery surface stayed as it was. But then something happened…something that changed Edward's life all together…

The water began to shimmer as if sunlight had been flashed onto the surface, it was bright but Edward did not look away, his eyes were glued, fascinated as he watched the water begin to change and he saw faces. Faces he had known almost all his life, his friends; his family. He knew them all.

A young boy the same age as him, his smile was bright and cheerful; his boyish face was pale, bright yellow eyes, red lips, light brown hair, a very beautiful face with small sharp features…Cody.

The water rippled perfectly as if an invisible stone had been dropped onto the surface and the face changed. A young girl the same age was him too, brown unruly curls, brown eyes, and human looking features, her face held intelligence beyond her years…Hermione.

The water rippled again and Hermione disappeared as another face appeared. Another girl, a bit older, in her early teens, appeared in the water. Her blonde straight hair was down and straight and her green eyes shone, her pale face holding soft and attractive features…Bellina.

The water rippled again as another face appeared. A girl again, but she was in her mid teens, her face held the same beautiful features as the first boy, very similar, with curly reddish-brown hair, a kind smile and dark eyes…Natty.

Then, his own face appeared. The dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, brownish skin, an exact replica of his features. It was like looking into a watery mirror.

Edward looked up at Sipre in confusion but the Vampire Elder nodded his chin back to the water surface and Edward turned his eyes back to it.

His own face was gone and the water was turning from clear to a blood red. Edward stared at it. Then, as if floating up from bottom of the bowl, words began to appear in silver.

Evil will take and break the lives of them seen, it cannot be stopped

Edward stared at the words as they dissolved back into the red water and new words appeared.

For only two will live, while three must die

These words faded too and more became visible.

1995 will be of fate, for destiny will intervene and take what cannot be replaced

Then, for the last time new words emerged from the red water.

No fate is shared…

The red water remained for a moment longer before slowly turning back to clear; Edward stared at the water bowl, as if waiting for more words but nothing else came. There was silence, Edward was shocked and confused. There was a chill that penetrated through his veins, he felt restless and uneasy.

He turned slowly to look at Sipre who was watching him, his face expressionless. Edward knew his eyes were wide and frightened looking, he defiantly felt frightened. He didn't know what to say, he was speechless; he couldn't remember how to speak.

"Everything that appears in that bowl will come to pass. Destiny has been written Edward," said Sipre quietly

"No," croaked Edward suddenly shaking his head and looking down into water again, "I-I don't know what it means."

"I think you do know what it means," said Sipre, "In the year of 1995 evil will come and claim what is its own. One's fate has been written since they were born."

"No," said Edward weakly shaking his head and staring at Sipre, "I-It can't, I won't let-"

Suddenly Sipre gave a high laugh cutting out Edward's protest, "It is fate boy! I see what will happen, I know what will happen. Only two will come out of that year alive, the rest will perish."

"Who!?" demanded Edward suddenly, glaring at him, "If your so sure I want to know!"

"That, I cannot say," said Sipre his red eyes glowing and gave a shake of his head, "for the Gods of the higher world will punish me for revealing one's fate. I have shown you more then enough."

"I'll make sure it doesn't happen," growled Edward, more to himself then to Sipre who suddenly laughed again.

"Stop denying boy! It will happen," said Sipre

"Why did you show me this?!" demanded Edward, his small face scrunched up as a sudden hate flowed through him.

"Because you came out here 'looking' for something, I think you have found it. You need to go home; go home and make the most of what you have left with your friends," said Sipre quietly.

Was that it?! He was just handing down a death sentence to them all?!

"I didn't want to see this," said Edward suddenly feeling panicked. What if what Sipre said was true? Were they all doomed? Was this riddle going to be the result of three of his friends dying, himself maybe included? How could it? He wouldn't let it happen!

"Sometimes things happen that we don't like and we see things that we don't like," said Sipre, "Now go home Edward, it is where you belong, not wandering around in the wilderness. Your brother misses you very much."

Without saying a word Edward walked past Sipre towards the doors at the other end of the door. With his hand on the door handle he turned, his voice was a low hiss but he knew the Vampire Elder would hear him, "Damn your destiny, I won't let it happen!"

With that he pulled open the door, slamming it behind him.

Sipre gave a sigh and shook his head. The old vampire moved towards bowl and muttered an incantation under his breath while waving a weathered hand over the surface of the water.

Three pale, young and attractive faces appeared in the watery surface. A little boy with light brown hair, his yellow eyes glowing, an older girl was curly reddish-brown hair wearing a kind smile, and another girl with blonde straight hair.

Their fates were tragic but true, and there was nothing that Edward Slater would be able to do about it…

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October 27th, 1995

The air was cooling and the warmth of the sun was settling down for another two more seasons. Rain was starting to fall more often and the clouds overhead were darkening. Daylight was less then before and the nights were longer. Summer for 1995 was now coming to an end…

November 21st, 1995

Rain poured down heavily through the Wales' town of Newport. If there had been a city to win for the most rainfall, Newport would win without a doubt. The skies overhead were mostly dark and dull. Winter was now arriving…soon snow would be on its way…

Strange events had happened in Newport that police authorities could not understand. The savage and brutal killings of innocent and random citizens of the city had now suddenly and unexpectedly stopped.

For a solid fortnight there were no more killings. The uncatchable murderers left no evidence behind, not a fingerprint, no strand of hair; nothing, expect for a dismantled and bloodied body. How could something like this happen, they would ask? Who could clean up a scene so well that nothing would leave a trace? It was not logical…but unknown to them there was no logic in this…

The total count had made it to seven, one after another, before the killer or killers came to a stop. The newspapers printed and publicized their names, as well as the investigators' problems to solve anything.

1. Anita McDible

2. Anthony Collins

3. Deborah Sincile

4. Adam Known

5. Sarah Gregory

6. Jared Jims

7. Frances McLeod

Then nothing; just strange silence for two whole weeks.

Very short I know, but at the moment that's all I can update with. I do hope that you enjoyed it. I'm in a bit of a tussle about what I should make happen in the next chapter. I don't really know, confusing it all is! Hmm, that destiny thing is rather strange huh? But don't worry I have a few things up my sleeve! Anyways, please, please review for me! I'd really like to know what you all think! )