AN/Thank you muchly, to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! If you want to know when I'm updating chapters please tell me and leave your email addy in your review.

SSF- Don't worry I promise that there won't be as much dialogue involving as many characters! But I cannot promise that no more characters will appear. I'm glad you like the story so far, I hope that this chapter lives up to expectations!

practikalmagik- Yeah, Kryssy is Saorise! Well done for seeing that! But no Joey isn't one of the princes, all will be revealed as to who he is in this chapter (I think, because I'm currently 2 chapters ahead at the mo.) I like the name Kryssy :-p and I can promise you that Kayon will not turn up in this fic! Though he will make an appearance in my new fic probably with Kryssy (his sister)

strawberrymiow- I'm glad you like the song thing; I try and choose lyrics that I think are appropriate for the chapter. Glad you like the story so far and I have written more, I've just got to write the epilogue then my baby's finished sniff.

Chapter 3

Kryssy looked around the sunlit room, she knew she was dreaming because the room had no windows, and no obvious source of light- so how else would the sun get into it unless it was a dream?

The room itself was made up of black and white and all the shades of grey in-between. It was an odd colour choice, the balance of dark and light kept switching. First it was white winning, and then it was black in an ever-repeating circle. No one appeared to be winning the fight.

Suddenly the room changed and Kryssy found herself standing in the middle of a forest, in the middle of spring she guessed looking at the blossom on some distant trees. Three women walked out of the trees towards her. "Welcome, Kryssy." The one in the lead said, she had long golden blonde hair that hung down her back in waves. Her indigo eyes were sparkling with welcome. "I am Saorise." She continued. She gestured to the woman with long red hair, that ended with ringlets, whose eyes were the colour of violets. "That is Sylvie." Sylvie nodded a greeting to her; Kryssy smiled back at her shyly. Saorise pointed at the final women. She had short dark hair, which reached just below her chin, and cold sapphire eyes that were looking serenely at Kryssy. "And finally, this is Angela." Kryssy looked at Saorise confused.

"Why are you telling me this?" she demanded, looking from one woman to the next. Sylvie and Angela looked at Saorise. "You were the first, it's your job." Saorise nodded sadly.

"The sleepers have awakened."

Kryssy looked at Saorise startled; the words struck a chord deep within her very soul. She gasped in pain, then blinked and looked out on the world with eyes that were no longer veiled.

"I am the last."

The three other women nodded in agreement. Kryssy opened to her mouth to continue, but Angela interrupted. "You are Nemesis." Kryssy regarded Angela cynically.

"I was Nemesis." She agreed, "Until I was awoken. Now I am more." Saorise looked at her worried. Kryssy smiled, "Don't worry I'm not on an ego trip." She said smiling, "I am just… remembering." Saorise nodded, showing her understanding. "You called me here for a reason." Kryssy said. Sylvie nodded.

"We called you back to give you our, your memory back. You will need it when the time comes."

One after the other the three women came up and touched Kryssy's head- restoring their memories. Kryssy shook her head, trying to stop the memories surfacing- now wasn't the time. She would wake up soon they all knew it. Saorise stepped forward and looked sadly at Kryssy. "When you wake up, you will remember all of this. Do not be too hard on Adish, he changed you out of love." Kryssy looked at her astonished.

"Changed me?" she queried. Saorise nodded sadly.

"It should be him that tells you this, but you need to know and I do not trust him to tell you the whole truth." A mirror appeared in front of Kryssy. "Look in it." Angela said simply. Following Angela's instructions Kryssy looked into the mirror.

There was nothing in the glass. Her reflection had vanished. Kryssy regarded the three… The Three Fates dumbfounded. "He changed you into a…"

"I'm a vampire!" Kryssy yelped, understanding. Saorise nodded sadly.

"It should all have ended the day I died to protect our soulmate. But to them, I…we became a challenge. A goal. Something that was just out of their grasp that they HAD to have." Saorise smiled bitterly, but Kryssy noticed that there was a touch of sadness and regret hidden in the depths of her eyes.

"Because you are now a vampire you need to know about the Night World." Sylvie continued, aware that Saorise couldn't continue.

"What's this Night World?" Kryssy questioned. Sylvie smiled.

"The Night World isn't a place. It's all around us. It's a secret society of vampires, werewolves, witches, and other creatures of darkness. The creatures that humans label as fantasy- a mad man's illusion. They exist, or they did at one point. How else do humans think vampires and the like were created- there has to be a shred of truth hidden in the fables somewhere." Angela kicked Sylvie lightly.

"You're getting off track. We are not here to discuss what is right and what is wrong. Time is running out."

"But for all their strength, for all our strength how fragile we all are. Time has a permanent hold on us the moment we're born. It allows us to grow, to get big. We go to school, we find jobs, and we fall in love, get married and have children. Time lets us do these things. But then, in the end, it kills us. Time is like a friend, but only for a while. I don't have a lot of time to hear the story- our old friend has come for us at last. This time it's my time." Kryssy uttered, feeling that she had to say it, to prove that she was the right choice. Saorise looked at her startled.

"Of all of us you are the wisest." She murmured. "Come; let them finish the tale. I grow weary, it has been a long time since I really slept."

"They're beautiful and deadly and irresistible to humans." Sylvie continued. "The Night World laws say that it's okay to hunt humans. It's okay to toy with their hearts; it's even okay to kill them. There are only two things you can't do with them: 1. Never let them find out that the Night World exists and 2. Never fall in love with one of them." Kryssy nodded her head; the laws did kind of make sense.

"Isn't Adish braking all these rules by making me a vampire? By falling in love with me? And I bet you aren't allowed to change humans into vampires without asking someone in authority." Kryssy murmured. Saorise nodded sadly.

"That's all true, but he does have council permission to change you. He gave it to himself."

Kryssy nodded thoughtfully. "So I'm going to wake up a vampire?" Sylvie nodded.

"Do you remember Theorn?" she questioned.

"Thierry Descouedres, right?" Kryssy replied. Angela nodded,

"You need to find him, he'll help you. He promised to, a long time ago he should still remember."

The woods started to fade away, Kryssy realised that she was waking up…

Kryssy came to in the centre of a double bed that had lilac linen, in a dark room. The curtains were drawn and she could see light sneaking in through the crack below the door. Slowly and carefully Kryssy sat up so that she could have a better look around the room- her prison. She remembered all the Fates had told her and she knew that she had to act like this was a shock if Adish wasn't going to find out that she remembered- she remembered everything from all her lives, the good along with the bad.

From her vantage point Kryssy could see that the entire room was a blank canvas, apart from her lilac sheets the room was a stark white making it easier for her to notice the light sneaking into her prison. She ran a hand through her hair exasperated, surely Adish didn't mean to keep her here forever?

Kryssy crawled to the foot of the bed dragging the quilt with her; it was then that she noticed the pile of clothes on the floor. Swinging herself around and sitting on the edge of the bed she picked the clothes up and began to examine them. The clothing consisted of some clean underwear, a pair of jeans, a T-shirt with 'Barbie is a Slut, and Sindy is a Whore' plastered across it and a large gap jumper. All the clothes were in her size. /How did Adish know my size/ She wondered, she shrugged realising that when he dained to turn up he would probably explain it all to her then. Having nothing better to do Kryssy decided she might as well put on the clothes that he had left for her.

Five minutes later, dressed in the clothes, Kryssy was wondering round the room looking for a hairbrush aware that her hair was probably a nasty horrible mess because she had slept on it. On the opposite side of the room the door silently opened, Kryssy spun round and backed up to the nearest wall so that her back would have some protection. She waited silently for the stranger to step out of the shadows, which he did.

An involuntary gasp escaped from her lips, she covered her mouth with her hand and just stared at him. He was the guy from the club, the guy with the irresistible amethyst eyes and violet hair. Another imaged swirled in her brain, it was of the same guy but he didn't have violet hair, he had sandy hair and he was laughing with his brother. He was Adish. She was surprised she hadn't seen it before. If Adish had changed a lot, then so too must Donar. She frowned, she recognised him from somewhere else as well, she'd seen him somewhere recently.

He smiled charmingly at her, the charming smile a cat gives a mouse before it pounces and kills it. "Hello Kryssy." He began. "I don't know if you remember me, you might do." He continued. The accent, she'd heard it recently at… at school! That was it! She knew him as Josiff Phyllips! She paled slightly, then that meant that Ryan must be Donar but no… Ryan wasn't at all like the arrogant boy she remembered. But the hazel eyes had seen familiar… Kryssy shook her head and tried to pay attention to what Adish… Josiff was saying. "… I know this seems strange and all, but you have to trust me…"

"Adish?" she questioned without thinking, then swore silently too herself. How could she have been so stupid? Josiff looked at her startled.

"What did you call me?" he demanded, grabbing her wrist and twisting it at an unnatural angle. Kryssy winced in pain; this was the Adish she remembered.

"I… I said Josiff." She tried, but Josiff smiled at her cruelly and twisted harder.

"You remember don't you?" he questioned. Kryssy looked desperately round for something she could use as a weapon, but there was nothing. Instead she started to raise her leg so she could knee him, so she'd have some way to escape. Seeing what she was going to do he twisted her wrist even more, making the pain she was experiencing unbearable. Looking it to his amethyst eyes with her tear drenched brown soulful eyes pleading with him silently to stop hurting her.

Oh he remembered her all right, the beautiful girl that was forever out of his reach. He'd first seen her as the beautiful blonde Saorise, but she had been too pure really. She'd never have survived as a vampire. Then there was the red headed temptress Sylvie, if he was being honest with himself he knew that he would never have been able to control her. And finally, last but by no means the least; there was Angela the warrior with her cold sapphire eyes. He'd never have been able to control even one of them, except maybe Saorise if only he'd known the prophecy then. That she or her reincarnation would prophesise the change of power, and who would win the battle. That she would walk amongst them unknown but with such powerful knowledge. She would be able to tell him how to make sure the vampires got and kept the power that would rightly be theirs for the next millennia.

Kryssy gulped, realising she was pleading and lowered her leg. "I said you are Adish." She murmured her voice wobbling slightly; in return he lessened his grip on her wrist.

"Good girl." He mocked; he slipped two fingers under her chin and forced her to look at him directly in the eyes. "What else do you remember?" he demanded, she flinched and tried to look away- that was confirmation enough for him, but just to make sure he asked "You remember everything?" Realising that there was no possible way she could get out from making a yes or no answer, sadly she replied.

"Yes, I remember everything." She took a deep breath. "I remember Saorise's life, Sylvie's life and Angela's life." She stopped debating whether to continue or not. "Go on." He commanded.

"I remember the prophecy." She finished feeling utterly defenceless and defeated, which was of course exactly what he wanted. He smiled at her coldly. "Do you still love me?" she questioned, feeling curious never in all her lifetimes had she ever been sure on this point. He looked at her startled; he'd never expected her to ask him that.

"I… I…" he stammered.

"Isn't there something you want to tell me?" she demanded, taking pity on him. Obviously he had never loved her; she'd only ever been a prize. She knew he wasn't the one… she wasn't even sure if he, the one, lived in this time. Josiff looked at her confused she rolled her eyes. "About the Night World." She prompted. "And what I am." She frowned at him, "Or weren't you gonna tell me?" Josiff glared at her, and tugged her towards him.

"Whether I was going to tell you or not, is irrelevant." He snapped, dragging her with him out the door. "You obviously know all about." He pulled along down many corridors; she was soon lost, until they came to another room. He flung the door open and pushed her inside, she fell and ended up sprawled across the floor. She moved into a sitting position and glared at him. He indicated a bowl that was full of water on the table; she looked at him confused. "You, my dear Kryssy, are going to tell me the future." He instructed Kryssy sat up straight and looked at him defiantly realising that he wouldn't kill her, she was too important.

"And if I don't?" she challenged, ignoring the voices inside her head that were telling her to do as he said. Josiff regarded her cynically then smiled at her inexorably. Kryssy stiffened feeling a chill run down her back, the jubilation she had felt vanished; now she felt terrified and isolated from everyone she loved. Josiff chuckled amused by her reaction; it sent shivers down her spine. She was afraid, he knew that he could smell her fear. She had every right to be afraid of him; he wasn't the person she had once known. He was someone more cynical, more powerful, more ambitious, more deadly… and more alone a lone voice added, which he quickly ignored.

"The monster hidden in the depths, is nothing compared to the monster you create." Kryssy remarked Josiff looked at her startled. How had she been able to read his thoughts? And what she said sounded ominous, like she knew the future without looking. /Oh Lord! What have I done/ He questioned, allowing himself to feel a moment of regret. Then he shook himself mentally and all remorse was gone, all that remained was the ice-cold heart of a boy who had never forgiven or learnt to love who was now totally and utterly out of his depth.

Joey smiled at Ryan coldly. "Let me guess, you were wondering how I knew this?" he questioned, Ryan nodded stunned.

"Well Donar," Ryan did a double take. "Yes you are Donar, I thought she might have been lying…" he trailed off looking puzzled. The girlish voice had been whispering inside his head, stirring up his memories of a time long ago when he wasn't a vampire. Oh he was a lamia; he came from a long line of them. But that meant he must have had another life. The voice she had been talking about a lifetime ago, maybe that was the clue to unravel the mystery…

"I am… I was Donar." Ryan agreed, "But he died a long time ago, I'm not who I was." Zack looked at Ryan unconvinced.

"Why should we believe you?" he demanded.

Joey nodded/Why indeed should we believe him/ A memory hidden in the depths of his mind flickering to the surface. He knew that the story had sounded familiar, too familiar for his liking. In his mind's eye he saw Saorise take the poison that had been meant for him, he saw her forgive the princes and he saw her disappear from his life. She had been like a shooting star, wonderfully beautiful and so full of life, but like all shooting stars her brightness soon disappeared because the world didn't deserve it yet.

He would not allow this to happen again. The world wanted it's beauty back, he wanted her back and Donar, well he had to pay for the wrong he had committed. A life for a life…

"Because…" Ryan began unaware of his terrible danger. "Because… I… I…" he trailed off unsure what to say.

Slowly and deliberately Joey bent down and picked up a tree branch that was lying on the floor.

"And the monster shall pay for his sins, in blood." He said, Ryan turned and looked at him startled.

"You're…" Joey smiled at him coldly, advancing towards him. Ryan had backed himself up to a tree; there was no where for him to go. Joey raised his makeshift stake and smiled coldly down at Ryan, showing him the most merciless face anyone could hope to see before meeting death.

"I am and I'm back for her." Joey agreed bringing the stake down and killing Ryan instantly. "You will never hurt her again, not in this lifetime or the next." He swore.

Stepping back Joey left the stake embedded in the corpse, and began dusting himself down. Zack looked at him, waiting patiently for him to explain his bizarre actions. That had been nothing like the person Zack had thought that he had known.