Disclaimer: Same as last chapter. No profit, etc.

Author: J.A.K

Rating: PG-13/R (I changed it to PG-13 because no real language or situations have made their appearance yet)

Summary: What would you do if your sister's rapist turned out to be your soulmate? This is the story of a girl who had to answer that question.

Author's Note: Sorry about the delay. Here's a little something to wet your appetite for what I have in store- it's a big one. The next chapter will be out soon (like a week) so don't think "Damn, I have to wait like another three months for this stupid story to continue."

On a side- 1) I graduated High School baby!!!! Off to my dream college!
       2) Look for me (if you want to) on the Fourth of July at 9:00 p.m. (eastern time) where me and my choir will be singing America the Beautiful with Kelly Clarkson (who's okay I guess).

Redaura: The girl at the beginning of the story talking about her sister's rape is the same girl at the beginning of chapter two, is the same girl speaking in the interlude, is the same girl being spoken to by Him in the last bit of chapter 3b, is the same girl speaking here in this chapter. Don't worry. Once I'm allowed to give away the names, then I will put said names at the beginning of each new narrative.

Lady Fire Eyes: Thank You for liking my prophesy (even though the lay out didn't come out quite the way I inticipated...).

cm-scribbler0617: Yes she is. Thank You.

Sharmeen: Thank you (and I really mean it).

Anyways…Enough of my Ramblings. On with the story!!

#Chapter Four#

I turned my head towards the source of the screams, and would realize much later on that fate had a funny and sometimes cruel way of working; because when I turned my head back, the young man was gone. But I thought nothing of it or him at the time. I just shrugged my shoulders and continued blissfully along my goal of elevating my already heightened state of senses. Senses that were betrayed by foreign substances, and substances that made me see the world in a haze of varying colors, where everything felt good, and nothing had to make sense because those things didn't matter. All that mattered was the current time and place and situation. A situation, had I been sober enough to realize, was getting more and more out of control.

For instance, in the streets…there was pandemonium. Everyone was running. So I ran with the crowd, straight into the waiting arms of an even bigger explosion of confusion. It was cooler out here, and the sudden change of temperature caused by the wide span of open space temporarily knocked a bit of sense and focus in me. For the first time since I had inhaled, I took acute notice of my surroundings.

There were men and women with strange balls of orange and yellow energy coming from the confines of their palms. People seemed to have skipped the evolutionary process by a few million years, as normal looking human beings morphed into all different types of animals. I stopped immediately in my tracks as a man that had been in front of me was taken by another man who had extremely long teeth. He sunk his teeth into the neck of the stunned man and seemed to be drinking his blood.

I closed my eyes and opened them slowly. Even in my less than keen state, terror was able to cut through the borders of my intoxicated mind. Maybe I had swallowed a little too deeply I reasoned; maybe I had drunk just a little too hard, because suddenly the world was literally turned upside down. This was all actually happening. Those were real screams of horror, just like those were real pools of death.

Somehow, even through the reality of all that was occurring, I was able to joke with myself. If only adrenaline could be bottled and sold as the anti-serum for being dunk; because with the awareness of one's life being in danger, and the speed of a gold winning sprinter, I was down what seemed to be the only empty street, and out.

Halfway down the block however, I realized that there were voices around the corner and an overwhelming sense of power coming from those whom the voices belonged to. I heard the voices quiet suddenly, and I stopped, too scared to move and be found. The voices resumed in intensity though not in their decibel of sound.


After staying rooted to that position, I became conscious of the fact that whoever they were, they were arguing—passionately. I found myself listening, despite my better judgment, and soon was aware of the words that they were saying.


"What are you talking about you idiot? Do you have a trace of logic in your body?" This came from Voice One.


"Yes I am being logical; and if you could only think with a little foresight you would see the wisdom of my words." That was from Voice Two.


"The wisdom of your words? The wisdom of your words?" The speaker's voice rose with each utterance. "The only thing I see here is a low-class, untrustworthy fool who talked all of us into holding a meeting in the most open street corner within a fifty block radius."


The recipient of those insults took them in stride and continued their point with even more conviction. "Where would you propose we have it, locked up in some sub-level cave where human ears can't hear?" The speaker seemed to be waiting for a response. When none was forthcoming the voice continued. "The time for hiding is over. The Night World is all around them and Chaos has arisen."


A new voice spoke. "Speaking of who is suspiciously absent from this marked time of celebration."


"Who cares?" Voice Two spoke again. "All that matters is that it is done. I am assuring you on behalf of me and all my people, that he is not a threat. There is no way the enemy would let him join their ranks after he has been publicly discredited. No one but his cousin has even an inkling of what we are doing; and by the time he might be able to figure anything out it will be entirely too late."


There was a growl, presumably by Voice One, but there were no more objections to whatever it was they were talking about.


"So the matter is settled then?" Silence was his answer. "Good. However, I must still remind you all to be extremely careful. They are everywhere and have infiltrated almost every group of our Brotherhood. We will never discuss what we have spoken of tonight unless we are all present, as such is the occasion in this instance."


The more inquisitive side of me wanted to listen to the discussion until it was completely over, but I couldn't. It just wasn't smart to wait for them to disband, giving them a chance to find my hiding spot. So I ran down the street and into the arms of a less than welcoming…but safer night.

An part 2: Reviews are greatly appreciated and muchly adored!