Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I forgot to put this in the last chapter but I do not own The Black Jewels Trilogy so therefore I am not making any money off of this story. The Black Jewels Trilogy was written and is owned by Anne Bishop.

A/N: I am sorry for not posting for nearly two months but I have been busy. Please forgive me *puppy dog eyes* and also please review. No flames unless it is constructive criticism. Don't worry about chapter three because my editor is hounding me to post it quickly.

shanis: You're damn right I am. We're two months off schedule so get to work. *cracks whip*

Demona: You hit me again and I won't write.

shanis: If you don't write then you won't get paid.

Demona: I already don't get paid for writing fanfics.

shanis: I meant I wouldn't stop from sicing lirpa after you.

Demona: Oh, that payment. On with the chapter, enjoy.

Terreille

"Do you have anything to report?"

"Yes Master, I do."

"Well proceed."

"Witch has just given birth to a Queen, a very strong Queen. Her psychic scent during her birth, her power, her power, was overwhelming."

"Good. This will fit perfectly into our plans. Now all we have to do is steal this child."

"But…but that's absolute madness! Suicide!"

The air started cooling down in the room, indicating the Warlord's master's displeasure at his outburst. The Warlord shut his mouth and backed down like a dog that had been yelled at and now had its tail down between his legs.

"Remember to whom you are answering to, Warlord." The Warlord Prince's cultured voice filled the air once more.

"I am sorry, Master, for my interruption. My opinion does not matter in your decisions. Permission to speak freely?"

"You may." His master replied as he sipped some wine.

"SaDiablo Hall is heavily guarded. With so many who are in power, so many who wear the darker Jewels, we will never reach the baby."

"I think you have heard me incorrectly. I said child. Yes, children are many things. So naïve, so innocent, and are ever so easy to mold. Have they started their training yet?"

"Yes Master, they have been rapidly improving, but pardon my asking, what is their purpose? And why must we train them so early?"

"Patience Lord Karvan. When the time comes and the bait has been laid, the child will follow us, like lamb to a shepherd. We shall not make the same mistake again." He took another sip, "Continue to watching the child and her family. Learn their habits and report their habits and report back to me when you have something of importance. Yes, when the time comes, everyone, even Witch, won't know what hit them until it is too late. Then we shall see what 'dreams made flesh' can truly do. You are dismissed."

As Lord Karvan reached the door, his master called to him on a psychic thread. *Oh and do remember what the price of failure is because I am not as understanding as Mother was.*

He looked back to find the Warlord Prince smirking maliciously as he finished off his wine. "I will keep that in mind Master." He hesitantly answered as he departed the room.

The room became so silent that you would have been able to hear spider walk. The man slid out his chair as he slowly walked towards the fireplace. After poking the fire, he backed up to gaze upon the painting over the fireplace. He shakily touched the oil-dried surface as he traced the woman's face. "Witch destroyed those that she hated in order to protect those that she loved. Now I shall do the same, for those that she hated were the ones I loved. And when I'm through, next time, if she has a next time, she will learn how to be more thorough in destroying for there is such a thing as a tainted Blood, as she referred to us, who honors the old ways of Blood. Witch, Queen Jaenelle, will pay for ruining my life. She's corrupted my best friend, destroyed you, my love, and sent the one I served to oblivion. I do not care if this takes 300 years or 3000 years; I shall make her pay. "

He blinked a couple times as he breathed heavily. Unshed tears stayed where they were. "Daemon, how could you let that woman corrupt you. The Sadist finally tamed. Well let's see your power combined with your love's power destroy the one you two now hold most dear. If Witch tries to eliminate us tainted Blood again, let us see if she has the guts to destroy her child with us. I will not rest nor fade into the Darkness till I hear Witch's cry of pain of suffering, the same of which I suffered. I will see your tears shed you fucking bitch. And as for you Sadist, I wonder, can you shed tears when your daughter's blood is stained by your and Witch's hands."

As he tossed away the wine bottle, hearing it smash on the ground, he pulled out a bottle of brandy. "Yes, my revenge for you will be glorious, my darling Hekatah."

Kaeleer

"Oh, let me hold her. She is so adorable." Marian cooed as the baby was gently placed into her arms. She adjusted her right arm so she would be able to hold both her niece and her daughter, Luthvian. The Eyrien boy, her son Daemonar, peered over her shoulder at his new cousin. "Lucivar, why don't you hold her for a minute? Just till I can straighten my other arm."

He nodded as he picked up his niece. It was hard to believe that this was the first child of Witch and Daemon. Demona started wiggling and Lucivar almost lost his grip when she kicked his groin with her tiny foot. Daemon, who had been watching from his spot near the window, tried to muffle his laughter as a familiar memory came back. "Oh shut up, Bastard."

"Why? My daughter just given you my pay back."

Jaenelle quickly took back her baby. "Now, now. Don't kick Lucivar there, we want him to leave you in one piece."

"Define one piece. For a baby, she can kick."

"No broken bones, no bloody gashes, or any injury that would cause her severe damage, or I'll have your hide for it."

Lucivar gave off his trademark arrogant smile as he got up to leave the room. "Don't worry Cat, I'll just give the little Vixen a couple of broken blood vessels."

"He means bruises. Well with your Uncle teaching you how to fight and weaponry, may the Darkness be merciful, the least you'll have is bruises." Marian replied as she joined Jaenelle.

Kaeleer

"How may I help you Tersssa?" Draca, the Keep's Sentchel, asked as the broken witch approached her.

"I need to ask Lorn something. About a dream I had."

"Then asssk."

"Did any of those who were Witch, the Queens of Ebon Askavi, in the history of the Blood have…peculiar or strange children. Children that would have incredible power and strength?"

"From what isss known, few of them ever had children. But why would thisss concern you?"

Tersa carefully explained the dream she had been having for the couple of months. How sometimes the dream would appear and sometimes it would not. How each time she saw the vision, it became clearer and clearer.

"I sssee, and you are wondering about the connection between your dreams and your grandchild, yesss?"

Tersa knew better than to ask how Draca knew. "Have the kindred sensed anything?"

"Yesss. Those who have been tainted have been waiting."

"You mean the Blood of Terreille? I don't understand."

"You will. When the time comes, you will know."

As Tersa turned around and began to leave Draca sent her a message through the psychic threads. *Be careful. Keep the child in the light and then the darknesss ssshall fade and Ssshe will emerge.*

*Who?* No answer came back. "Who, Draca, who's She?" When she looked around, Draca was gone.