The present..
Adren watched as the thick door finally creaked open before him. He rose to his feet and ordered everyone to leave. After giving their leader a strange look, everyone except Ash left.
"I need to do this alone, Redrfern." Adren told the man.
"What do you know that I don't."
Adren smirked, "It's a long story. I'll tell you about it if I'm right."
Ash turned and began to leave, "Good luck, Fianna."
Once the vampire was out of sight, he walked into the room that lay behind the safe like door.
The room was candle lit, the flames sending shadows on the red and green silks that hung on the walls. On one wall was a brightly-lit vanity mirror with a familiar person sitting in front of it gazing back at him.
Long waves of coppery hair. The darkest of brown eyes. A simple white shift floating off of darkly tanned skin. She rose to her feet revealing her willowy body to the werewolf's eyes.
"Hello Far-Star." A husky voice whispered and Adren shut his eyes against the pink fuzziness that enveloped him.
"Hello Erik."
She blushed, "Erik no longer. I'm named Tayla in this life. This form."
Adren opened his eyes and smiled, "I was named Scott Hendrix but I still go by Adren Foster."
Tayla turned and looked at him, "How long have you known? About."
"Not long. My pack took me to Grandma Harmon to have her explain my dreams of the past. She told me I was Adren Foster, daughter of Bano. From there it all came back to me."
"Even me." She asked quietly. "All the horrible things I did. The evil---"
"Yes."
She sat back down and sighed, "I suppose you hate me."
"I never hated you. Not ever."
She turned and looked at him, "But all the times I-"
"We're different people from those in the past." Adren smiled, "Let's start again. I'm Adren Foster of Circle Daybreak and you?"
She smiled and rushed into his arms, "I'm Tayla Montegue. I think we're soulmates."
Adren chuckled, "I think we are too. I think we are."
Adren watched as the thick door finally creaked open before him. He rose to his feet and ordered everyone to leave. After giving their leader a strange look, everyone except Ash left.
"I need to do this alone, Redrfern." Adren told the man.
"What do you know that I don't."
Adren smirked, "It's a long story. I'll tell you about it if I'm right."
Ash turned and began to leave, "Good luck, Fianna."
Once the vampire was out of sight, he walked into the room that lay behind the safe like door.
The room was candle lit, the flames sending shadows on the red and green silks that hung on the walls. On one wall was a brightly-lit vanity mirror with a familiar person sitting in front of it gazing back at him.
Long waves of coppery hair. The darkest of brown eyes. A simple white shift floating off of darkly tanned skin. She rose to her feet revealing her willowy body to the werewolf's eyes.
"Hello Far-Star." A husky voice whispered and Adren shut his eyes against the pink fuzziness that enveloped him.
"Hello Erik."
She blushed, "Erik no longer. I'm named Tayla in this life. This form."
Adren opened his eyes and smiled, "I was named Scott Hendrix but I still go by Adren Foster."
Tayla turned and looked at him, "How long have you known? About."
"Not long. My pack took me to Grandma Harmon to have her explain my dreams of the past. She told me I was Adren Foster, daughter of Bano. From there it all came back to me."
"Even me." She asked quietly. "All the horrible things I did. The evil---"
"Yes."
She sat back down and sighed, "I suppose you hate me."
"I never hated you. Not ever."
She turned and looked at him, "But all the times I-"
"We're different people from those in the past." Adren smiled, "Let's start again. I'm Adren Foster of Circle Daybreak and you?"
She smiled and rushed into his arms, "I'm Tayla Montegue. I think we're soulmates."
Adren chuckled, "I think we are too. I think we are."