Heh. The usual: Thanks for the reviews I love em. Okay… now for the explanation: I am SO sorry about the wait. I've had a huge geography assignment :groan: to do and it's 20 percent of our school certificate mark, Grrr… dumb teachers. Anyway, now I've updated. So I hope you like chapter five. :grins:

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I slowly drifted into consciousness. My world spun and as I tried to open my eyes everything was blurry, so I closed them again. Then the shifter headache hit me and I felt my body being drained of all its energy.

Voices surrounded me, most of them hushed, some louder. I could tell I was no longer in the store; Paul would have bought me out straight away…

"Slater, I think she is awakening." A deep voice spoke. I had heard it before – memorized every tenor in his voice, every angle of his face and every mood he awoke in.

"Suze! Suze, are you alright?" I groaned, of course I wasn't all right, when I voiced this to Paul all he did was grin, I could feel it.

Finally my head stopped spinning. We were in our apartment, but Paul and I were not alone. Someone was with us… someone I knew well.

"Zane!" At the mention of me yelling his name, Zane raised his head and my heart started racing at how much he looked like Jesse.

It was only then I noticed the sudden change in him. Especially one… a scar on his eyebrow. I had most definitely not given him a scar on that eyebrow. My eyes narrowed at this and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Then I stood. By then I didn't even need Paul's help as he offered, I was fueled by something. I was not about to let a person deceive me. Especially after I had gotten the fright of my life by the same person. "Who are you…really?"

Zane took a step closer and then I knew. I knew who it was. He didn't have to reveal it anything more than the dark vibes I got from him. One of his hands shot my waist, causing Paul to glare at Zane. His other hand touched my hair, pushing a couple of natural curls out of my face.

"You are smart, Mistress Rosette. But not smart enough." Mistress Rosette? He thought I was Sonya! Even after Paul had called me Suze…

A change stopped me. His eyes, which were the same deep black as Zane's, suddenly flashed to red. And they stayed there.

Slowly, his body arched slightly – but not enough to loose hold of me – and his transformed. I cussed myself; I should have known something like this would happen. Zane was never foolish enough to reveal himself in front of anyone, mortals in particular.

Another long passage from Angelic Demise flashed into my mind.

Two orbs, the colour of blood, stared back at her. She jolted, scared by these two pinpricks in the darkness and slowly stepped back. As she did this, the owner of the orbs stepped forward into the light.

Blonde hair, sleekly pushed back, was at the top of his head. She knew by the moment she saw him that he was a demon. Her enemy. Her purple wings surrounded her as if a caterpillars cocoon – although she was not going to turn into a butterfly any time soon.

His skin was pale, more pallid than hers, and her skin was very light. He moved swiftly, silently, but Sonya knew that demons were as rough as boars when fighting.

"Mistress Rosette, Fancy seeing you here." His crimson eyes flashed to a lighter red for a second before fading back into dark. She realized what he had done; a cloaking device used by demons covered his wings. But they were very hard to get, and an automatic one was even more rare. He must be quite further into the inner circle, Sonya thought in awe, it would be the only way he could get one and still have enough money to buy his branded leather clothes.

Indeed, he was wearing leather. Sonya blushed inwardly at the fact that he also was very good-looking as well. The brushed back blonde hair, ruby red eyes and pale skin along with looming demon wings and hot, black leather made him look fantastic, not idiotic in anyway – as it would to any angel that she knew.

"How do you know my name?" She asked hesitantly. He tipped his head back and laughed before using demon swiftness to capture her in his arms as she tried to take another step back. The crimson that she had flushed mentally now came across her cheeks like cherries against white chocolate. The man noticed this and he laughed, a deep, cunning evil laugh.

"Mistress Sonya Rosette, I know more about you that even your two elder sisters would. Maybe more than yourself…" He cocked his head and placed his lips gently on her neck, his hot breath making dangerous fireworks erupt throughout her body. She tried pathetically to get away from his vice-like grip, but as the adjective suggested, it was hopeless.

She settled with asking her next question that popped into her mind, her voice cracked with fear. "W-Who are yo--OH!" She didn't get to finish, because the lips that settled on her neck parted and his tongue flipped out, before making a long trail from her shoulder to her chest where the violet dress she wore. Before she could moan for him to stop, as she was on the brink of doing, the man let go of her and she fell. Onto the damp, dark earth below.

He gave her a wink before disappearing into thin air. His haunting voice hit the treetops and ebony night above. "My name's Oryon, babe, you better get used to it. You're going to hear it a lot…"

As if I were Sonya, the feeling of his tongue across my neck suddenly seared. I felt every inch of fear as she did when he looked at me with the crimson orbs – his eyes.

"You know it was me all along, that is why you fainted." I was careful not to tell him I shifted or how I met Sonya up in Shadowland. I didn't even think it… Oryon's power, like Sonya's, was of a psychic bend.

Oryon, by my knowledge of him, did not know anything about Mediators, Shifters or the Shadowland. To Oryon, the Shadowland was purgatory, a place where demons did not dare to step. It was angel territory but after the spirits had gone through one of the extensive about of doors, however, was a different story.

Whether or not the supreme ruler of heaven – god? No one, out of the people who were living now and on Earth, knew… – decided to take them in was decided, and if the answer was no, the demons had their way with the spirit entering the next dimension. Most of the time, the people were hell-bent – no pun intended – on sadist acts anyway, so the demons trained them up and turned them.

When a demon turns a natural spirit of a human, the person becomes completely demon. And there is no going back on that – same with becoming an angel. After that, a demon cannot turn an angel and visa-versa. There is only one being in the whole of the five dimensions and this universe that is a half demon, half angel.

And it was the only person who, other than Sonya, could save me.

Zane.

Because at that moment, my apartment, Paul, everything I knew it to be, faded right in front of my eyes. Only Oryon and I remained.

A wormhole, like that of the series 'Stargate' – only it was in a funny shape, not a circle and the colour of the demolecularize liquid was a deep shade of crimson red – was opened in the blackness and Oryon walked through it, as easy as cake. As if I were no weight at all.

Trust me, I know how heavy I am, and I'm not that easy to pull along. But that seemed to be no problem for Oryon as we were transformed into tiny molecules and reformed on the other side of the wormhole.

The place we were bought to be equally dark. Oryon put me down and I was about to run off but he put his large, pale hands on my waist and rubbed his body against the back of mine. Tiny shivers erupted from the place where his hands were hot on my hips and then he lead me like that – I was forced to take steps when he did.

It was no use trying to fight him; Oryon was very powerful. And I was only a mortal, even if I was this 'heir' that Sonya was talking about. So when he led me to a dimly lit corridor, where I could vaguely see and then into a large, much lighter bedroom.

That was what it was. A bedroom. One, I knew now, was on the eastern wing of the Veleron Castle – the fortress in the middle of Metrohell, the demon city. It was at the tallest tower…

My train of thought was knocked into a different lane, like my breath was knocked out of my body. Oryon's lips were soft against the back of my neck. Whilst I was musing he must have moved my hair over my shoulder.

Then his lips flew to my ear, he bit down on it lightly and as I released a whimper, he ushered me further into the room and whispered into my ear, hoarsely. "Try on something elegant, Susannah Rosette, and be ready for a demonic feast. I assure you, you will not be dissapointed."

He left me there, slamming the door loudly behind me as I walked in the room. And only one thing reverberated through my head at that time.

Susannah Rosette…

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Ooh… Another Plot turn… Yay! There will be a lot of these, so beware. Sorry if I'm jumping into it all too fast, if you have a problem with it then comment about it in your reviews, I want to know what you guys want! Zane will be here soon. And so will another hero… Jesse or Paul? You decide.

As for the reviewers, my responses:

Elmer's Girl – You just brighten up my day, you know that? Your one of my most loyal of reviewers – and friends – I love your site as well, very creative. And guess what I say to all that stuff in 'Vs. – Aquatic Angel:' Squid. That is right. Squid.

Alda Rethe – Another great, loyal reviewer :grins at the fact that people are loya-ma-ble to her: OO Sonya… evil? I don't think so… lmao. But it would be a good plot twist… meh. Whatever floats your boat… :) Sorry for the lack of update, the reasons above though. You know what I mean.

Nikki007 – hehehe. You rock and so do your reviews. ! I feel so loved! (Quote from Raine)

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