Or maybe not. Living and loving involved getting up. Despite her appearance of physical health and her newfound perspective on 'starting over', Driani still felt sick. It wasn't just the fact that while her skin was healed, she might still have internal injuries. No, the mind she had just attempted to soothe and bring back from insanity was still reeling. It was a sort of numbing depression that set in now, the kind that comes right after making a resolution to do what you know is the right thing, but still have no desire to do. Yes, that summed up Driani's feeling nicely. I mean, Stephen was dead. 'Yeah, keep saying it to yourself. Adapt. Come to terms.' Or she could go back to sleep. Of the two options:

Get up and start new life, make friends, find love, eat something, and

Go to sleep and forget about 1.

Driani felt that number two was clearly the better choice.

She awoke hours later, considering the consequence of following the plan her unconscious mind had formulated in her sleep. In her dream, she was dead, and therefore happy, but didn't know how she had died. That was the problem of a vampire committing suicide. How to do it? She couldn't bleed to death or hang herself, and finding a poison strong enough to stop her clock would be nearly impossible. There was always the sun, her immortal foe, but death by sunlight was slow and painful. Perhaps a stake through her broken heart... Driani looked around the room. No stake-like objects. 'Would these x-men people give me one? Probably not, they seem committed to saving lives, even a life as miserable as mine is going to be.' Then an idea struck her, a brilliant idea that she was startled she hadn't though of before. Years ago, she and Stephen had encountered a super-being, (she must have been a mutant) with a power the intrigued both of them. They were drawn to the girl by the aura of power she put out, there had been about a decade when Driani was very good at sensing auras but her powers tended to wax and wan sporadically. Anyway, this girl was comatose and her mind was an open book to Driani and Stephen. By the utilization of a power that Stephen was in command of at that time, Driani had buried part of her soul in that unconscious girl's mind. They did it just for a lark, and looking back it had seemed foolish. A true vampire like Stephen had a spirit but no soul; hence Driani had half a soul until this particular encounter. They had done this to lessen some of her 'irrational' guilt about killing and it had worked. But if her soul was still there, inside the brain of that girl in Britain, she could contrive a means of exchanging her broken spirit for that soul. But was the girl alive? It had been fifteen years ago, and while the girl's family had been adamant about keeping her alive even in her vegetable state, wouldn't they have given up eventually? There was one way of finding out. Closing her eyes, Driani let her consciousness float out of her body. It took a supreme effort that would leave her drained for weeks, but Driani was capable of having her essence leave her corporeal form, if only for brief periods. She did this now, and with a thought she was in that hospital in the outskirts of London, looking at this girl. Remarkably, she hadn't changed at all. She still looked like the eighteen year old beauty she had been fifteen years ago, blond hair, pale skin. Under the eye lids with the long lashes her eyes were probably still that uncanny clear blue. This was strange but as it had no importance to Driani right now she ignored it. Reaching out she put one of her ghostly hands on each side of the girl's head and pushed into her mind. Suddenly she was in a desolate wasteland. She held in her hands a cracked and blood stained silver sphere, the physical representation of her spirit. There was a replica of the girl sitting on a stone bench in the center of her mind, watching Driani. She held half of a golden and bejeweled orb. Yes, her soul was still here! It was appeared to be altered. Taking the orb from the girl she examined it. The girl watched warily but said nothing and made no move to stop her. There were memories here that were not Driani's own, peccadilloes and traits and preferences that were not did not belong to her. This did not matter. This was basically the soul of a happy and mentally well person. The other globe Driani held was not. Taking the golden ball, she put into the girl's hands the silver one. The girl waved her hands and a cage similar to what you might keep a bird in appeared. She placed Driani's spirit inside, then nodded. Driani pulled out of the girl's mind. She was whole and happy. She missed Stephen but knew that she could go on without him now. She knew that she could not kill in her vampiric form, would no longer feel the lust for blood unless she transformed into her third form. She was as human as possible without losing her powers. Closing her eyes once again she was back in her body.

Oddly, she was not exhausted, as she should have been from her transatlantic trip. She must have taken some energy from the girl by accident. This would wear off eventually but right now, the new Driani wanted to start her life. She decided to go find the x-men. She would join their team, become part of their lives. When she was had built a completely new world for herself, then it would be safe to go back to England and get her spirit back. She would start now.

Thousands of miles away, a girl wakes up from the comatose state she had been in for sixteen years. Allicia Eveian opened her eyes, searching for the girl who had just reclaimed the soul left in Allicia's possession for so long. She and that girl were forever linked now, either to be the best of friends or worst of enemies for all eternity. It would be the later. Allicia wanted vengeance. The girl was gone. Suddenly, so was Allicia, phasing through the molecules of this world into her own dimension. Her mutant power worked now as it had not the last time she attempted it. Enigma was born.