Disclaimer: DGM is rightfully owned by Hoshino Katsura. I only own my OC and this fanfiction.

Author's Note: My goodness it has been a while. Thankfully now I'm able to sit up for longer periods of time, which has allowed me to write. Anyways I'm very sorry; I couldn't write in hospital – I felt too rotten.

The village was silent; everyone had gone to bed. The crescent moon illuminated the empty streets of the small country town painting each road and building a pale grey. It was a calm and quiet night – something Kiyre didn't like. Kiyre had to keep moving, but with the air hanging still she had lost the trail that she followed. Rather than standing around for the breeze to return, she decided to walk through the village in hope that the trail would reemerge at some point.

Her movements were disregarded by the sleeping town; she was merely a shadow creeping in the darkness. She halted as she shut her eyes – feeling a familiar presence return. "Found it." A smile crept across her face as she looked up at the sky. Before she could reach to embrace the air a sudden noise caught her attention. Her body seized up – eyes swiftly glancing to the side to find the source.

She hadn't noticed where her feet had carried her. Looking blankly towards the old orphanage across the street she gazed at each window. Having seen nothing that sparked a concern, she sighed. Kiyre was about to turn away when her eyes caught sight of movement. A lone tree in the orphanage's front garden hid what appeared to be a little boy. Kiyre's blue eyes narrowed as she pondered to herself. Had he been standing there that whole time? Part of her mind clicked and before long Kiyre was smirking to herself. "Hope he doesn't get nightmares…" she mused to herself.

Kiyre resumed her activities as though the boy didn't exist. Her arms reached to touch the starry night sky; her shadow greedily stretching over the earth below her. The still air began to stir and a gentle breeze rushed by. Staring back at the frightened child, a wide grin was pulled across Kiyre's darkened face. Inhaling the scent she found within the air – Kiyre let her senses lead her body; her image imprinted permanently in the mind of the young boy.

Wrapped in the night's arms Kiyre continued her search further south – deeper into France.

Silver sparks glittered the open canvas that was the night sky. The grass swayed tenderly from side to side as the dozens upon dozens of heavenly lights twinkled above the junior Bookman. Nothing had changed since the last time he had been here, seven years ago.

"Here we are again."

Lavi felt a hand brush against his own, and he spun upon his heels to see a familiar figure standing at his side. It was as though he was looking back into the past. However right now, they were at their present age.

"Don't you ever scare me like that!" Lavi growled, trying to slow his startled heartbeat. Kiyre returned his remark with a skeptical frown; her hand falling to her side once more. Her gaze wandered – away from Lavi and towards the ground. Calming down, Lavi sighed quietly.

"I thought you'd be happy to see me…" She murmured. Lavi didn't answer. There was nothing to answer with – for everything he was experiencing at present was a mere dream. He wasn't about to be tricked into admitting anything.

"Nice try." Lavi mused, before realizing he had spoken aloud. A dark look came over Kiyre's face as she registered his words.

"You can't lie to yourself forever, Lavi."

He refused to make eye-contact with the brunette.

"And you can't lie to me either."

There was a darkness that spread over the land as an ominous breeze flew over. The shadows intensified around Kiyre; her face slowly becoming hidden within the gloom. A wicked grin pulled across her face – a grin that very much reminded the red-head of a Noah's.

The shroud of sinister mist flew around the woman's body, completely consuming her. Shining blue orbs that resembled eyes shone from the dark of the shroud as it expanded over the grass. The smoke formed itself into a creature's body; wings of pure shadow extending high into the air. Beating its wings of darkness, Lavi was forced to the ground by the powerful downward current. When the force had subsided he was able to look up once more.

He was alone. Alone and absorbed by the dateless night. Lavi knew it was absurd, however he knew it was true. The demonic woman hadn't left without taking something. Cloaked within a veil of shadow and deceit, she had taken Lavi's heart.

The cottage lay silent as the fire's dying embers struggled to breathe in the ash of the fireplace. The exorcists slept peacefully by the hearth, relieved to have finally been able to get some rest. Beau was not too far away from the exorcists – closer to the hallway to be able to hear Jacquelyne should she wake up.

Since they had arrived at Jacquelyne's home, Kanda and Lavi had spent an hour discussing with Beau about the current situation of Perchélles. During that time Jacquelyne had not roused from her unconscious state. Deciding it to be best if she were in the warmth of her own bed, Beau placed her in her own room where she would feel comfortable. Beau knew how she felt about strangers, particularly travelers. He hoped that she wouldn't be in a too bad of a mood when she awoke.

Hoping for the best, Beau set up a series of blankets and pillows for the exorcists by the fireplace. After hearing about their exhausting journey through the blizzard, he knew that they'd want to get some rest. Everyone dozed off relatively quickly and before long the exorcists were in a deep and long awaited sleep.

Lavi quickly opened his eye having suddenly awoken from his sleep. When his vision finally focused he found himself within the same cottage he had fallen asleep in. With an inaudible sigh of relief, Lavi rolled over onto his back. The quiet crackling from the fireplace was the only sound to be heard – both Kanda and Beau were silent sleepers. Staring up at the ceiling of the French cottage, Lavi's thoughts returned to the dream he had prior to awaking.

It had been months now, months since the exorcists had first left to meet Kiyre at the ball. A lot had happened and so much had changed. Lavi had been reunited with his past, and he knew he wouldn't leave Perchélles without thinking of her again. A knot formed within Lavi's gut as a bizarre feeling briefly swept over his mind.

A sense of forebodingness that he had never experienced before. Perhaps his next meeting with Kiyre wouldn't just be in his mind.

Author's Note: OH MY GOD I AM SO HAPPY THIS CHAPTER IS FINISHED. It took how many re-writes??? Two or three? This would NEVER have happened if it weren't for my dear friend Jemgi! Eternal thanks to you dude~! *glomp*

Anyway…Sorry if it's incredibly short, but the next chapter will have plenty in store.

On another note, this story will have its pace kicked up seeing as it's already stretched over…77 pages. It needs to get to the point, like, NOW. XD Thanks to all my patient readers and reviewers. Please review on this one. Please. I've had a tough recovery from surgery. I need some supportive comments. Or something XD

Oh, and on topic of my surgery. I'm feeling much better :-) However I won't be going on my massive trip next year because my body is not yet in the condition for long travels.

Anyway, thank you so much for your patience! I really hope you enjoy this chapter. Please review!

Kaytlyn Hue~