I feel free! Lol. And very very guilty for leaving this fic in the dark for all the time I spent on 'Rain Song' … but now that's finished. But I am – groans a little bit cause she has no way to start – writing the sequel for it and it will soon be posted.

With that out of the way… I've decided, before I write the sequel, I will write at least three more chapters for this story... In a way of saying thanks for being so patient on it.

Happy reading.

∞ Isa ∞

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"Sonya?" She spun; raven hair flying, to meet the eyes of a person who could say her name with so much affection and silky softness. Her heart beat faster when she saw his dark eyes, tousled hair and large wings outstretched.

Her eyes were averted to the scene behind her. Below her, actually. A large mass of angels were gathered around at the hired heavenly singer 'Stargazer.' Sonya never had time to enjoy such things now. Her life was full of the politics and facts she needed to get straight before she ruled the Rosette Palace. It was only true that the youngest of three children is the princess of the Palace. Her mother was to retire soon.

But Sonya had time for him. She had time for Zane no matter what events arose.

Sonya walked up to Zane in two easy strides, pulled him down to her level – slightly shorter – and kissed him full on the lips. It was, she knew, daring to be there with him because no angel was allowed to associate with a demon or at least half of one. But she did not care.

She did not even care as Zane's hands flew immediately to the straps of her gradient purple dress. This, she knew, was the first day of the rest of her life. She sighed with a small smile when she head him whispering so quietly…

"Sonya… Sonya… Sonya…"

My eyes snapped open and I sat up. Instantaneously my view was corrupted by the darkness of the place I was in. It took me moments before I realized where I was –

The dungeons.

Oh well that's fair, isn't it? I thought with a mental snort. It was only then that I realized I was not alone. I stood up very quickly.

I didn't get to say anything because the voice of the person that was with me did first, "I hope you realize how much trouble you have gotten yourself into, Susannah." Out of a dark corner and into the light stepped the figure I shared a cell with. The large and very opaque metal bars were all that bound us from the outside world.

A smile spread across my face, although I didn't find very much funny. Meeting with this person, however, was quite a treat – something I did not do often. "Hello to you too, Sonya."

Sonya's raven hair reflected the dim, yellow lights perfectly. Her emerald eyes, so much like my own, were home to an indescribable glint. I did not yet know what it was.

Desire. Anger. Love. Hate. Death. Life. Guilt. Trust. Truth. Lies.

It could be any of them. But judging the smile on her face – it would most probably be something to brag about. Saying that, I think it's either desire, love, life, trust or truth.

But maybe that's just me.

Sonya placed her hands on my shoulders gently and slowly. "You know me better than anyone else… Querida." Her voice was soft and patient. I knew exactly how her mind worked – better than herself, even. I knew what she wanted. So I sat down on the grubby floor of the dungeons – not caring that my silken dress was now beyond wrecked, and proceeded to tell Sonya about my entire life. Birth to that present time.

She could have just read my mind like Angels do, but she did not. She listened to my voice form every word. I got especially high-pitched when I talked about how I moved to Carmel – and met Jesse. Then I continued to tell her about the adventures we had. How much fun they were.

How time flies when you tell someone the adventures you and your previously dead boyfriend and worst enemy now friend Paul Slater had together. Not to mention Father Dominic. And all the baddies, excluding Paul: Heather, Marcus, Michael Meducci, The RSL Angels, Maria de Silva, Felix Diego, Craig Jankow (not a real baddie… but oh well, still tried to drown his brother) and Oryon.

Sonya listened well, asked questions in the right pauses and placed comments when they were needed. I loved her for that, I really did. Her advice, for some strange reason, always made me smile.

A large beam was placed on the Angel's face as I finished my last sentence. (Which, by the way consisted only of: "And now I am here telling you about my life… the end.") She stood and lightly pulled me up with her. For a frail, slim and very beautiful being, Sonya sure was strong.

"Susannah. Have you ever wondered why you really were a shifter and not just a mere mediator?" This question she asked me left me completely stumped. No. I had never questioned my job of why I was chosen. Usually I just wondered who gave me the gift. I shook my head as signalling that I did not know and Sonya's grip on my shoulder's tightened.

"You are special." She whispered, her face inches from mine as her head was cocked in closer. "Every shifter has a reason of being. Your reason for seeing the dead was the same as Paul Slaters, and Jesse de Silvas – in his past life, I mean."

This was news to me, "Jesse was a shifter in his first lifetime?" Sonya just smiled. She knew these things – things that not even I, knowing Jesse from the back of my hand, knew.

"Yes. Your Jesse is also special." She let go of my shoulders and walked across the length of our small cell. The whole place was black – except for the dull yellow lights. I could make out the outline of a bed in one of the corners and a human toilet in the other. I briefly wondered where they got it from… it looked like one from Bing lee.

I stopped musing about toilets and their origins when Sonya kept lecturing me, "Your special skill – every shifter has one – had surrounded the topic of martial arts and techniques – your ideas mainly worked MAINLY worked because of that ability." She emphasized the mainly which made my face feel hot all of a sudden. "But sometimes they falter."

She stopped pacing and turned to face me full on.

"The reason why you met Jesse and Paul was not only because you would find your true love and best friend – but also because together, all three of you would cheat everything. Including death. This is not at all a bad thing. Together you are unstoppable."

Another breath and she continued, "Ultimately, your human souls and conscious bodies have been lead to your afterlife brothers and sisters. That is why they call you by the last name 'Rosette' here. That is why you and I are so alike. The same with Jesse and Zane." Her eyebrow raised, "I'm not sure about this new Paul and Oryon though."

An idea struck my mind. "Maybe Oryon is supposed to go to the good side?" Sonya just laughed at that. But after musing it, she agreed with a nod.

"It is possible." That was all she said on the subject.

We moved along. Sonya's next suggestion was voiced at that moment, "We have differences. This is because we have been apart for so long – if we could get over these differences than perhaps our flaws will fix themselves." She said, in a half dreamy, half serious tone.

"What are you suggesting?" Now one of my eyebrows was raised. I had no idea what she was emphasizing. But I got the gist of what she was taking about.

A smile lit up her face once more.

"Let's become blood sisters."

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Woah. Sorry for the cliffie but I expect to have the next chapter up really quick. I hope you like this one. I know I loved to write it :) It's a little short but next chappie will pay up for it. I swear.

NOW! Acknowledgements to all my friends:

Alda Rethe – Nooo… Your making me feel guilty! Lol. Jks. This chapter was, hopefully, a little longer. I've been in Writers Block for a little while but finally I have gotten over it.

KawaiiQuerida-Chan – Lol I promise I will continue. Hehe. I always keep promises :grins: btw, I love your story 'Gemini' a cross over of HP. Add more and I'll write up chappie 12 extra fast :)

Angel Gemman – Heh. Dark minds… :P I most definitely qualify for one of those… :D Too bad you don't have a user. PART OF WRITING FANFICTION IS TO GET CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM ON YOUR STORIES! Gah… I just wasted a few lines writing that :) What's your email address? We can talk.

Nikki007 – Lol. I guess I forgot about this story in writing 'Rain Song' but now that I have updated tis all good. Thanks for reviewing… I like your new story, by the way. Fantastic read. Add on to it soon.

Nikkole14 – Hehehe. I hope you like this update and I sure don't mean to confuse anyone. I'm just a writin me story here!

Elmers Girl – YOU BETTER UPDATE! I AM ANGRY WITH YOU, MISSY MOOSE! Lol. That was my old MSN name… hahahaha… :) Thanks for reviewing and I'm so glad that someone actually GOT the meaning to that chappie. U r ma soul sister, Raine Moral! And I DO envy you for seeing a shirtless Chayanne before I do… lucky bastard!

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∞ Isa ∞