Morgan looked up at Dagan who was staring blankly at Bambi.

"Who is Thierry?"  Her voice sounded unnatural to her, too high pitched.  "Dagan?  Who is Thierry?"

"Thierry is a Lord of the Nightworld.  A Vampire," he said looking down at her finally.  "I don't know what he is doing here though, we have never justified a visit from the leaders before."

Bambi spoke quickly, but her gaze was strong. 

"I don't think they realised we knew about the Wild Powers before either."

"You think he is here for me?"  Gasped Morgan.

"They won't get you if they have." Growled Dagan in return, pulling Morgan towards him.  She went happily into his arms and settled against his chest, feeling more secure by the minute.  Morgan unconsciously marvelled about how their bodies fitted together so perfectly.  She tried to bring her mind back to the trouble at hand. 

"What will we do?"

"We find out what he wants."  Said Bambi as if the answer was simple.  "This house is on our side, the team is in its place and her experienced.  There is simply no way he can do anything against our will, because he will fail."

"Do you think he knows that?"  Queried Morgan.

"If he is wise, he will."  Doubled Dagan.

The visitors approach the entrance.  The words sounded in Morgan's head.  She looked around dumbly.

"OK, did…" Started Morgan, but obviously her soulmate had anticipated her question.

"Skye.  She is a vampire remember?  Her physic powers are very strong, even as powers for their kind go it seems quite unnatural.  It surprised everyone when she started talking mentally to non-vampires.  The powers are growing.  Don't let it scare you."

"I'm not scared.  It was just a bit weird is all."  She felt a smile spread on his face, her own followed afterwards only to be dashed as a knock sounded on the large door near her.  She jumped, slightly then pressed against Dagan's chest as Bambi went to answer the door.

The first person that came through the door was a college-aged guy wearing a black suit with dark glasses, his brown hair hung behind his head in a ponytail.  He was obviously some kind of bodyguard, his face showed little expression.  Morgan imagined the eyes behind the glasses whirling madly to take in everything in the hallway.  Obviously sensing everything was OK, he stepped aside and Morgan watched as a whole group of people came into the hallway after him.

Morgan's eyes were drawn to the man stood in the middle of the group.  He held a grace and power around him that Morgan could sense even stood in Dagan's arms.  He was the Lord then.  Thierry had white-blond hair the fell neatly over his forehead, his eyes looked very old and extremely wise, if a little sad.

Morgan's analysis of the other people was halted as she realised Dagan was muttering something quietly.  She listened intently to what he was saying; it appeared to be some kind of spell.  Probably for protection, thought Morgan, feeling a slight bond to what Dagan was doing.  She wondered briefly if she could do spells, Dagan had said she was a witch; maybe one day she would join him in doing magic.

Dagan apparently finished the spell because he stopped muttering and held Morgan tighter for moment before finally speaking to his unwanted visitors.

"Hello Thierry, what brings you here?"

Thierry glanced at Bambi then focused his attention on Morgan's soulmate.

"You actually, and of course, your soulmate.  If she is even your soulmate."

"She is."

"Then why did you chase her?"

Chase her?  Oh, Morgan had forgotten all about that day that seems years ago now, when she had been chased through the park.  It seemed irrelevant to the feelings she was having now, but she paid attention to what Dagan said nonetheless.

"I didn't want to lose her.  That day I was only going to talk to her, but she ran away before I could say a word.  It seems Nightworld people can be scary to those who don't know our secrets."  He spoke honestly and carefully as if there were many stories behind his words.

"Before you condemn her Lord Thierry."  Bambi spoke up from her place near the door.  "Know she is already part of our world; she is a lost witch.  Just wanted to make that clear."

"Oh, I already knew that."  There was a long pause in the conversation, in which Thierry just looked at Morgan and Dagan.  His eyes turned pensive as if thinking profoundly as he watched the two of them together.  Morgan took the moment to take a few deep breaths and to calm her mind.  Everything was happening too quickly around this place, she never knew what was going to happen next. Not that she minded, at her old home, things were always dull, then again, she had never met Dagan before today either.  It was him that Morgan loved.  He brought out parts of her she didn't know she had and enhanced other parts of her as well. Dagan was a true soulmate. 

It didn't matter why he had chased her that day, although on some levels she was insanely glad that he had, because otherwise, events would not have run how they had.  Morgan did not think about it too much, it was in the past now, her destiny ran forwards and that is where she would go.  Morgan brought her hands up and touched Dagan's arms on her front.  She would go with Dagan.