Wow…I wasn't expecting that (Nope…wait expecting what?) Nothing…anyways I had some trouble with my Microsoft Word, so I couldn't continue my writing…now thanks to my favorite cousin im back! (Ugh! Anyways, as I was going to ask…I'm a bit confused about this story) Sure…(*ahem* well now that the trouble with the whatever it was—it's back to my horrible story!!!)

"Not Angela's men?" I said. "Wait then who are they?"

Theresa loaded up a shotgun. "No idea, but I'm guessing someone important in the Underground. There are a lot of rookies in the field."

The gunfire was already going off downstairs. One thing about Mark was that he never hesitated about firing at a hostile. That was the only reason I tolerated him. Theresa instantly was by his side firing the shotgun.

"Stupid idiots!" I thought aloud. "Now you've really pissed me off!"

Grabbing an Uzi and my usual sniper riffle, I headed out in the balcony.

Looking down I took out two patrols with the sniper before they got alert. Immediate fire was the response I gave them back. These men were smarter than Angela's. They didn't infiltrate the garden, where the security lasers were always armed. They were also well armed.

"Who are they?" I thought. Then I was hit near my right arm. A sniper was up on the roof. "Damn you!"

I retreated back inside. Closing the door I took out the crouching idiot that tried to fire at me.

Have to tell Theresa whose these men are working for, I thought rapidly.

"Get out down!" some one said and tackled me from the side as I reached the end of the stairs. A grenade went off a where I had been standing. The force threw us into the other room.

"What the hell?" I said as I got up and saw Mark lying there. "Mark!"

Blood seeped from his clothing. A bullet hole was seen near his temple. I checked for pulse. He was gone.

He saved my life, I thought. I hated his guts and he saved my life.

With renewed strength I shot every hostile in sight. My finger never leaving the trigger as I made my way through the hallway determined to get to Theresa. Running now, I dashed across the yard with about fifteen men after me. They were wearing bulletproof vests and I was running around in my pajama-like t-shirt and pants.

"Of all times," I swore, "why now?"

Somehow the yard's plants and ledges turned the field in an obstacle course. A part of me wanted to freak out and panic, but my more reasonable side told me to keep running and dodging them.

This wasn't fair! I thought bitterly. Why now?

Forgetting about Theresa I made my way near the swimming pool where I managed to kill a few patrols. The place was filled with armed henchmen, but who were they?

"Damn!" I cursed as a bullet brushed against my thigh. Turning around I fired.

The one who shot me was dead and the other dodged in inhuman speed.

Wait a sec—inhuman? I couldn't finish my thought as something heavy hit my back.

"Ouch," I groaned. "What the hell?"

I was in a cell. No bindings. A prison bed and toilet lay to my side. There were no windows, but a small vent. The door wasn't barred. In fact, there was no door visible!

"Awake then?" a cold voice slurred.

I faced a screen with the face of a man I didn't recognize, but his voice seemed…familiar.

"Maybe," I mocked trying to tell myself this is a dream and I'm going to wake up any time soon.

The man seemed to be observing me in the silence that followed. My eyes twitched as we made eye contact with one another.

His eyes were unusual amber golden. Then I realized who it was.

"Kain?" I said softly.

The form in the screen shifted and became that of the vampire lord.

"Such a simple human," he hissed. "Yet, you saw through my guise."

"Okay," I told myself, "this really is a dream. You can wake up now, Tia."

"No dream, girl," he chuckled. "You have something I want."

From being confused now I was completely lost. "Um, and that is?"

His face seemed to come out of the screen itself as he looked into my eyes.

"The Reaver and the location of the third stone."

The screen blanked out, as I was about to ask him what he was talking about. I felt like knocking something down for the hell of it. My anger got the better of me as I sat down and decided to think things over first.

So Nosgoth exists, I thought. It wasn't some wild fantasy dream. I was really there and now I'm back and…

My mind wandered back and forth from Kain to Nosgoth and to the reality that they did not exist.

Wait, what's this about a third stone? I wondered. I don't remember going after stones?

I was suddenly on my back as an earthquake like force hit my chamber. I felt as if the whole room itself was moving. I was being lifted!

"Damn thing!" I cursed as I tried to find how they put me into this room, which seemed to have no entrance or exit whatsoever.

Then I felt something grab onto my wrist. I didn't have the time to even be shocked when I was lifted out of the box like cell I had habited.

"Hello again," a voice floated down to my ears.

In the darkness, I saw two very bright golden eyes. The voice itself made be remain inactive as I heard a pair of wings beat.

I was in the air before I knew what was happening. There was a certain feeling that you felt when you were flying. Especially, when you're the passenger to a very powerful winged vampire.