Author's Notes: Hello again readers!

I am back with another chapter and I know, I know the last chapter was heartbreaking, but I hope you are still with me! We will make it through all the rough parts together. Because it is just as heartbreaking to write as it is for you to read! LOL. I promise, that there will be a HEA because I simply can't do sad endings…I haven't tried. Lol.

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Standing in the rain and peering over at the standing ruins of this particular farmhouse seemed fitting. I shuffled through the grass to come to stand in front of my Pennsylvania farm where I once lived. It was oddly fitting, was it not? That it all started here, in this spot and it was fitting to come home once more after I learned of my destiny. To start here and somehow to feel like an ending.

My life…what could those words possibly mean for me? Nothing. In all reality because I wasn't meant to live my own life. I didn't have a life and I couldn't have one either.

I stepped through the rotting wood threshold; the door was broken the night the fairies came and attacked and I slipped through carefully. It was like no one had been here since that fateful night and that was very possible. This farm was out in the boondocks and away from most civilization; on a valley, hidden by trees that surrounded the home.

Rain dripped down on me from the broken and torn ceiling but I gave no thought to the rain. It wasn't like I could feel it anyway. The carpet was moldy from rain and weeds had started to come through cracks and crannies on the floor. I looked over into the dining room and noticed a chair arranged away from the table, sitting in the middle of the room. They were both standing, which was surprising.

This is where it happened; this is where my life changed. I watched my mother die on our dining room table and I sat in that chair that was arranged away from it to watch the horrors that the fairies inflicted on my mother and father. My dad didn't die on the table as my mother had. No, he was human and he was tacked to the wall by knives. The marks were still etched into the wood where the multiple knives held him in place. He was a human and therefore they didn't get much pleasure out of killing him. They simply ended his life first.

My eyes drifted to the table and I noticed darkened speckles encrusted on the surface. Most of the blood was washed away from storms, but there were some that were still there it seemed. I turned to the chair then, which looked sturdy enough. I sat.

The scenes played over in my head and I watched as the sword was pushed through my mother's chest all over again, but I didn't cry this time. I wasn't shocked, because it was imaginary. My mind was simply playing tricks on me.

"Don't be afraid, I love you." My mother's words echoed back to me again.

"Is it alright to feel fear now, mother?" I whispered, bending my head low. "Because…because I'm afraid." My breath shuttered as it came out and my lower lip began trembling. "Mother…I'm afraid of death…"

The room was eerily silent and I knew I wouldn't have gotten an answer anyway. No one in the world would know where I was, not even Niall. Does he even care about me? Of course he does, I shouldn't be hateful. This is what my destiny is and I shouldn't shoot the messengers.

"You wanted me to live, didn't you?" I whispered again, hoping that I could possibly be talking to her spirit, which was impossible. In Faery we were closer to spirits, but my mother had passed on. "You wanted me to live that night and I did, but it was for nothing, mother, because I am going to die. It is my fate."

I have a choice, I knew I did but it wasn't like I would let Sookie die. She was a kind woman and always thoughtful. Sookie cared for me and I wasn't really sure why. She is family and of course family was supposed to do anything for the other right? My mother died for me, because of my mistakes. I am able to do the same for Sookie.

It was a bitter feeling. Yes, I would be doing this for her, for the greatness of the world, but in doing so I lost my happiness. I tried not to think of him, tried to push him away but I could still feel him, even this far away. The start of a blood bond; I shouldn't have done that. I should have refused the blood because it wasn't only my pain I was feeling right now, it was Eric's. Anger, confusion and sadness that's what I was feeling from him.

I couldn't take back what I said because that would be selfish of me, wouldn't it?

I gulped as I stood up from the chair that I was bound to almost fifty years ago and moved on through the house. I came upon stairs and I looked up. Half of the roof caved in on the living room, but it looked like the other half was still standing. Carefully I climbed the stairs, moving when the boards creaked and fell away. When I made it to the top I stopped and looked around.

There, at the end of the hallway was a painted white door with beautiful roses and vines that my mother hand painted was still standing, but that was my mind playing tricks on me again; because the paint began to run and the red of the once beautiful roses bled down the white door, making it look like dried blood. I walked over to the door and turned the handle.

I opened the door slowly; peeking inside as my heart thundered at my childish antics. I didn't know what I expected. Maybe I thought I would see what my room used to look like; with pink walls and white furniture. But that wasn't what I saw and I held in my disappointment.

The room was much the same as the others. Vines came through the broken window and the walls were dirty. The furniture began to rot away and my bed was broken and lumps on the floor. I shuffled into the room, looking around carefully.

All my childhood memories were washed away as if it was a faint haunting dream, because there was hardly anything left to remember the good times I had here. Like Christmas and my birthday and summer days playing in the yard with momma and papa.

I looked at the end of my bed, noticing that my 'treasure chest' was still standing, moldy and chipped, but still there. I smiled just a bit. It wasn't really a treasure chest, it was a toy box, but I had a very good imagination back when I was younger.

I used to have certain things I kept in that box, calling them my greatest treasures in my younger years and I even put a lock on it so no one could steal my items that I locked away. I knelt down in front of it, hearing the floors creak but I didn't pay attention. The lock was still on the front. I gripped it in my hands and pulled as hard as I could. The rust that was on the lock gave me an extra advantage and broke free with hardly any effort.

My heart thundered in my chest because I couldn't remember what I put in there. The inside was coated with silver, something I didn't understand at the time, but this box was my mothers and came with her from Faery. So the items inside would still be there; pristine.

I lifted the top and peered inside, feeling excitement for the first time in hours. There was a doll that I remembered at the top, my favorite one that my parents bought. She was porcelain with golden locks and a beautiful summer dress. I named her Indra, after my mother. The doll looked like my mom to me at that age, but the only real common thing the doll and my mother shared was their hair color. I inherited my father's dark hair. I chuckled softly, pulling the doll to my chest and holding her tightly for a moment. After I had my fill, I moved on.

I threw in pieces of paper all around so I had to go digging to find more items. The paper was of poems that I used to write, but I didn't dare read them for fear that I would embarrass myself, but I would take them with me nonetheless.

I felt something against my palm and I gripped it, pulling it up to examine. It was my charm bracelet that my mother bought me for my ninth birthday. It had small fairies and gems hanging from the bracelet in charms. I unclasped it and put it on my own wrist. It still fit.

Again I dug deep down, feeling something brush against my fingertips. I gripped it tighter by the one side and pulled it up. I gasped, it was a photo album. I remembered this one. I stole it from my mother's collections feeling guilty, but I wanted it and I took it. Now I couldn't find that guilt in me, I was happy I took it because it was safe for so many years now.

I sat down against the wall, after seeing that the floor was sturdy enough. The rain had stopped now, so I didn't have to worry about getting the album wet. I opened the first page and a watery smile broke out on my features. There I was with my dad's arms wrapped around me, smiling up at the camera as he chased me around the yard. My short curly brown hair, flying in the wind softly. I turned to the next page.

It was my mother in a sundress, looking up at the rays of sun that beat down on her. A smile adorned her features as her eyes were closed. She was basking in the sunlight, something sky fairies do. I was attached at her hip though; her hand was cradling my shoulder as I was holding onto her legs. We were enjoying the sun together.

I turned the page, seeing a picture of all of us together, sitting on a hill that I vaguely remember as the hill outback. My father set the camera up so it could take a picture of us all. He was sitting in the middle with his arms encircled around both of us and we were laughing wildly in the picture.

I turned the page and saw it was blank. I had a wave of sadness wash over me. That was right; this was the nearly empty album my mother had just gotten. I took it because I wanted to add more pictures to it, but I didn't get that chance. I flipped a few more pages and a folded piece of paper fell out onto my lap. My brows furrowed as I looked at it. I opened it quickly.

My dear sweet Sofia,

Your mommy knows when you take things, you know! But that is alright, I knew you would get this album sooner or later. It is your favorite color after all; red! I will let you in on a little secret though. I bought this album just for you; so you can put as many memories in it that you want. Happy tenth Birthday, my sweet child!

I love you with all of my heart,

Mommy

A choked sob came up through my mouth as I pushed the letter to my chest. It was her handwriting; I remember it as clearly as I did back then. It was a piece of her that I never thought I had left. I cradled it to my chest as the tears slipped from my eyes. It was a beautiful gift, one that I will cherish until I die. I didn't know when that would be, but it didn't matter. This letter would give me strength.

That was just a few weeks before my mother and father died. I had my tenth birthday and then I met Sadie, the vampire spawn. I shook that thought away as I put the letter back into the album and tucked it by my side tightly.

I reached inside the toy box once more and felt another thing on my fingers. I pulled it out and knew what it was right away. It was my greatest treasure, beyond any doubt, when I was younger.

"My book…of Fairytales." I whispered, my voice cracked.

The book itself was made of dark leather, with a golden symbol on the front. The symbol was of a sun and back when I didn't talk too much about real fairies with my mother, I didn't know what it stood for. I did now. It was the symbol of the Sky Fae. This book though, it was just stories and nothing more, but it was of real fairies that were just put in a 'fairytale' kind of setting. Most of the fairies names were lost through the centuries.

The tears streamed down my face as I let my hand drift over the front. How many times did my mom have to read these stories to me, growing up? Too many to count really. I would have her read to me every single night. I flipped open the book and went straight to the middle, knowing which story I was going to look at.

The Dark Knight and the Fairy Princess

Long ago when the world was a sweet and beautiful place, the Fae roamed with human people. The fairies enjoyed the company of humans and loved to share the love that the Fae could bring. With happiness in the world though, there was also darkness; darkness that came out at night and all the Fae were afraid of these creatures. Except for a few, so few you could count them on one hand.

Little did the Fae know that a fairy princess had fallen in love with one of the creatures of the night and wanted to be with him. It couldn't happen, for you see, Sky Fae are of the sun and the creature could only know darkness. This didn't bother the princess in any way as she was only part Fae and he was the one who saved her when she would have died. The creature gave the beloved fairy princess his blood and shockingly she healed from magic that the creature possessed.

She fell in love with the creature, calling him her knight and she wanted to join him, but this was forbidden. Fairies and Vampires-which they called themselves-cannot get along in society and the half fae princess knew this, but she was, in some eyes, ignorant; in other eyes it was simply love. This tore the fae into two parts, ones who would stand with the Fae princess and the others, who thought what she loved was wrong, went their own ways.

This created a Fae war, but this wasn't what the fairy princess wanted. She wanted peace between the races, but knew that it would never be accomplished. She turned to her knight in a form of darkness and in doing so she became the bride of a vampire. The fae princess died and became something new, not dead but not alive either.

This shocked the Fae further. That their beloved fairy princess would betray them, but she did it out of hope. She turned Vampire not only because for love, but because she wanted to show that there could be a form of peace in both races. The fairy princess spoke as if she knew the future, saying that not all fairies could become what she had changed into, but some could. They must have the Essential Spark. The Fae could not understand her words until she explained further.

For you see, she was more than just a half Fae princess, she was also a very pronounced Seer. She knew one day that the world would turn cold and another war would start. One that could not be stopped by one race or the other.

She told the small group of Fairies and Vampires as she stood before them-as an equal to each race-that this war must stop because one day we will need to gather once again. That we would need to join forces as one and battle together instead of against one another. That there would be a time when an army of one race would break free with jealousy and enviousness that would scorch the land. The Vampire Fae Princess said the world that both races loved would fall apart if we did not heed her warning.

Though the Fae were heartbroken at her change, that her light would be shattered away from her, they accepted along with the vampires. Neither friends but they weren't all foes either. The ones who mattered would join when the time called and they would do as the fairy princess said.

Because in some cases, Darkness sees the Light and the Light can see the Darkness.