A/N: I am SOOOOO sorry it took so long to update! I'd kind of forgotten about this. I mean, I didn't forget per se, it just took a long time to write and then I kept forgetting to post…..and yeah. So Sorry! Forgive me? Just to recap: Ravyn (Michael/Selene's daughter with mind-reading powers) is at the house of Evelyn (a mortal with extraordinary magical prowess) and her two daughters (Adara and Amarice, also with magical powers) with her now sort-of boyfriend Chris (a human). Ravyn and Chris are paid assassins who have been hired to kill Kraven. Kraven, with the help of Xareth (Evelyn and her alter-ego Adalon's archenemy), captured Ravyn and Chris, and they just barely got away. Now Chris knows the truth about Ravyn and when we left off they were in the process of making out. Everybody caught up? Okay, on with the story!

Discalimer: I don't own Kraven, Michael, Selene, or any other movie character in this story.

Oh! Forgot to warn you: Evelyn swears a bit in this chapter. She says the F-word twice. Just a head's up.

Chapter Ten: Battle

"You lied to me!" Kraven yelled.

"Pardon?" Xareth said distractedly. He ran the stone along the edge of his sword, sharpening it.

"You told me she wouldn't—" Kraven began.

"I told you that she would be unable to cast a spell on you," Xareth said calmly, continuing to sharpen his sword. "If she escaped, that is your fault, not mine." He paused, and turned a menacing, golden-eyed glare on the vampire. "Did you get the information?"

"Yes," Kraven muttered sulkily.

"Good…"

"Chris," Ravyn whispered. His lips had moved down to her neck, sucking and teasing at the tender skin there. Her fingers entangled in his hair, holding him to her. His mouth brushed across her jugular, and she felt her fangs emerging. "Chris," she said again, more urgently.

"Hmm?" he murmured against her neck.

"Chris, we have to stop."

Surprised, he pulled away from her. "Ravyn, I thought we—"

"Look," she said, baring her fangs to him. He recoiled slightly at the sight of the pointed white incisors. "Vampires have a tendency to, um, bite when they do things like this," she told him, gesturing to the hickey forming on her neck.

"I see."

"They don't do it all the time," she said. "Just sometimes. And—I don't want that to happen to you."

"I—thanks," he replied. "I appreciate that."

She smiled and said, "You're welcome," wishing her teeth would return to normal so she could stop feeling so awkward.

"Your eyes are blue," he said, sounding surprised.

"Yeah. They do that when the fangs come out. They'll go back to normal in a bit."

"I like them" he told her. "They're very pretty." He reached out to touch her cheek. "Like you."

Ravyn felt like her insides were melting as he touched her and a blush crept into her cheeks. She opened her mouth to reply, but Adara's voice across the field cut her off.

"Time to get going, guys!" she called to them. Ravyn stood quickly, her fangs beginning to slide back into her gums, as the mood was now ruined. Adara packed the remnants of their picnic by magic and called the horses back to them.

They mounted and rode back towards the place where they had first crossed. Adara and Amarice reopened the border with a flurry of silver sparks and they reentered their own world. They reached the stables quickly and took care of the horses.

As they walked back to the house, Ravyn reached over and took Chris's hand. He looked at her and she smiled at him. He smiled back and squeezed her hand.

When they reached the house, Adara adjusted the neck of her shirt before opening the door. Inside, they saw Evelyn standing at the kitchen sink, washing something. She turned when they walked in.

"I'm glad you're back," she said. "It's almost dinner time. What would you—Amarice, what is on your neck!"

Ravyn looked at Amarice and noticed for the hickey on her neck for the first time.

"Young lady, what have I said about hickeys?" Evelyn demanded, hands on her hips, glaring. Ravyn self-consciously adjusted the neck of her own shirt to hide her hickey.

"I…um…well," Amarice stuttered. Next to her, Adara laughed softly.

"Come on guys," she said to Ravyn and Chris. "They'll be at it for a while." She led them out of the kitchen while Amarice looked longingly after them. Evelyn's voice was rising.

Adara led them into the living room. "Have a seat," she said, gesturing to the couch. Ravyn was already sitting, and Chris sat down next to her. "Spill," she commanded. Ravyn raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean Ravyn."

"I would think you'd know already," Ravyn countered.

Adara rolled her eyes. "I'm a disciple of the Fates, not one of them! I don't know everything."

"I bet you know how Amarice got that hickey."

"Sure I do; I was there. I got one too." She pulled down the collar of her shirt to reveal a hickey in the hollow where her neck met her collarbone. "And I see you have the beginnings of one. So spill."

Chris was completely lost.

Suddenly, there was a crash and Evelyn yelled, "Adara, Ravyn, get in here!" There was another crash, and then, "And bring my sword!"

Adara was already moving, a sword appearing in one hand, and her sais clutched in the other. Ravyn followed her out of the living room, Chris right behind her.

In the kitchen, Evelyn was holding a butcher knife against the throat of a tall, dark-haired man. Amarice stood in the corner, muttering under her breath. Ravyn could her some of what she was saying, and knew that she was holding up a magical shield around the house to prevent any of the neighbors from noticing what was going on.

Adara tossed the sword to Evelyn, who caught it without even looking away from the man.

"Adara," the man said. "So nice of you to join us."

"Fuck off Xareth," Adara said.

So that's Xareth, Ravyn thought, looking at the man. She had heard a lot about Evelyn's enemy. He was slightly taller than Evelyn, with brilliant emerald eyes and thick dark hair. There was a sword in a sheath at his waist, but his hands were held away from it.

"I missed you too," Xareth said. Evelyn's lips tightened as he spoke and she pressed the knife harder against his throat.

"You know, Adalon," Xareth continued conversationally. "I would appreciate it if you would move that knife." Then, quick as lightening, he threw a spell at her, forcing her to duck away to avoid being hit. He drew his sword and advanced on her.

"What is it you go by in this world?" he asked. "Evelyn, isn't it?" She had scrambled to her feet, her own sword held at the ready. He struck at her and she parried. "Well, Evelyn, my dear, I've missed you so much, I just had to come here to see you."

"Bastard," Evelyn said through clenched teeth.

"Now that's not very nice," he told her. "Didn't you miss me?"

Evelyn straightened, a smile forming on her face.

"Not even a bit."

She lunged, striking at Xareth. He brought his sword up quickly to block her and she struck again.

"I'm hurt by that, my darling," he said as they fought. "I really am."

"Do I look like I care?"

"You know you do." He paused. "Where's that boy of yours got to? I was hoping to say hello to him too."

"He's out at the moment," Evelyn told him, striking at his head. "He'll be sorry he missed you."

"I doubt that," Xareth replied with a laugh. "Have you told him yet?"

Evelyn's eyes widened. "How the hell did you—goddamn it, you bastard, I swear I'll kill you!" She threw a spell at him and he ducked.

"Tsk, tsk, Adalon. That's no way to treat a guest." He threw a spell back at her and as she ducked, he turned and grabbed Adara around the neck, putting his sword against her skin.

"Now," he said. "I presume I have your attention?" Evelyn nodded, glaring. Her eyes met Adara's and then flicked down to the sais Adara still held in her hands. Adara blinked once, showing she understood.

Xareth opened his mouth to continue, but Adara jammed one of sais into his thigh and he yelled in pain.

"Bitch," he said, clutching at the wound.

"Get out of my house!" Evelyn said, pointing to the door with her sword. "Now!"

Xareth muttered something under his breath and vanished in a column of black flame.

Evelyn breathed a sigh of relief. "You okay?" she asked Adara. Adara nodded. Amarice stopped muttering and let the shield fall. Evelyn lowered her sword and leaned against the wall, breathing hard.

"Must have been a good fight," Amarice muttered.

Adara nodded. "Too bad you missed it."

"How did he get here?" Evelyn muttered. "How in the name of all the gods did he get here!" Her voice rose sharply. "Adara, Amarice, go get me that spell we used to seal the border." She waited for a moment. "Now!" The sisters hurried off. Evelyn turned to Ravyn. "You and Chris might want to stay out of the way for a while." She stalked out of the kitchen. Moments later, Ravyn heard her shouting upstairs:

"Where the hell is my spellbook!"

Ravyn left the kitchen, and went back to the living room. Chris followed, looking rather concerned.

"What was that all about?" he asked quietly.

"Let's go downstairs," Ravyn replied.

"But—" Chris began.

"Trust me on this one," Ravyn said. "Evelyn's in a temper and you do not want to her in her way. She might implode your head or something."

She lead the way downstairs to the basement. Down the hall from her room, there was a sewing room that no one ever went in, and she led him in there.

"Now can you tell me what that was?" Chris asked.

She told him, having to stop several times to explain things to him. When she was done, he still looked dazed and confused, but he nodded, and said, "I see," though it was painfully obvious that he didn't.

She laughed and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. "What am I going to do with you?" she asked quietly.

"There are several things I can think of," he replied in a whisper, but the sensual heat in his tone made her shiver with pleasure.

He pulled her to him for a kiss, skillfully teasing her with his mouth. One arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer. The other entangled itself in her raven hair, loving the feel of the silky strands against his skin.

"What do you mean, there's a loophole!" A loud voice echoed through the basement from the upstairs. "What loophole could there possibly be!"

Ravyn pulled away from Chris at the sound of Evelyn's voice. She heard him sigh softly. She wouldn't have heard it at all, except for her sharp hybrid hearing. She smiled at him.

"I better go see what I can do," she said. She kissed him gently on the cheek. "Come with me?"

"Alright," he said. She took his hand and led him upstairs. Evelyn and Adara were in the dining room, looking at a book and a piece of paper.

"Look at the wording in this spell, Mom," Adara was saying. "'And through the gate, none of evil intent shall pass.' All Xareth had to do was concentrate on good intentions, and the spell let him through."

"Fuck!" Evelyn swore. "Who wrote that spell?"

"You did," Adara and Amarice said together.

"Why did I write it like that?"

Adara and Amarice shrugged.

Evelyn swore again. "What was I thinking?" She leaned on the table, looking down at the book.

"You could call Endainme En'Dae," Adara suggested. "She'll have some ideas on how to reword the spell."

Evelyn nodded. "She needs to know about this anyway. If he finds out that there's another Amazon here, he'll probably make an attempt to kill her too." She turned and saw Ravyn and Chris standing in the doorway.

"Ravyn, do me a favor," she said. "Go up to the armory and get my daggers?"

"Sure," Ravyn said. She took Chris's hand and led him upstairs. She walked down the hallway. Near the end, she stopped and opened the door to a closet. Chris stared at the towels and sheets. "Um, Ravyn," he began, looking doubtfully at the contents of the closet.

Ravyn smiled slyly at him, reaching out to press something hidden on the other side of the door. The shelves stacked with towels and sheets moved, revealing another room. Ravyn walked in and gestured. "This is the armory."

There was a table in the corner of the room. On the table, several weapons sets were laid out. Ravyn took a belt with several daggers thrust into it, careful not to touch the blades.

"These are Evelyn's daggers," she told Chris. "They're tipped with poison. Not enough to kill you, but enough to do serious damage, if it gets into your bloodstream."

Chris raised his eyebrows. "Evelyn's got quite the temper, doesn't she?"

Ravyn rolled her eyes. "You have no idea!"

They left the room, and Ravyn shut the door behind them. They walked down the stairs to the kitchen and heard Evelyn talking to someone on the phone.

"No, that's alright," she was saying. "I can handle this. Really, Selene, you don't have to—I understand that, but it's really not—oh for goodness sake, would you let me talk to Michael?" There was a pause and then Evelyn continued, "Would you talk some sense into your wife? Yes, I realize she's upset, but there was never any danger! There is absolutely no need for her to come over here! I know what I'm doing; I've been dealing with Xareth since I was eighteen! Michael, don't you even—Michael!"

She hung up the phone. She sighed heavily, a look of frustration on her face. "Ravyn, you might want to get back to your apartment and make sure it's presentable. Your parents are coming."

A/N: Quick side note, because I reread this and realized that some of the things Adalon and Xareth said might be a bit confusing. The thing that Xareth is referring to when he says, "Have you told him yet," happens in the Other World, several years in the future. Evelyn had a dream when she was younger that Xareth would kill her husband, Alex. She knows (through a series of events that would take too long to explain) that it was a true vision of the future. Somehow Xareth found out, and he enjoys using it to taunt Adalon. Hope that clears things up!

And now, THANK YOU to my loyal reviewers. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long! (These are thanks from reviewers of chapters 8 and 9, by the way)

Gemxk: I tried to give Amarice and Evelyn a bit of action in this chapter, but don't worry, they get a lot more later in the story.

Irish-Chick13: Thank you so much for your review! I'm glad I've got another regular. Hopefully you'll still enjoy this story after the tremendous amount of time between updates.

Kesaria: Thanks, as always.

Moose: You know you're my one and only muse. I could never do this without you 3s!

Physchotic Dementia: NOT THE FLYING ORANGE REDWOOD STICKS! NOOOO! ANYTHING BUT THAT! I hope you liked this chapter!

Kit46: The song in chapter six is by Keith Urban. It's such a pretty song, I love it. I've been waaay to busy to read anything lately, but I promise as soon as I get the time, I will go check your story out! I'm sure it's not as bad as you think.

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Christine Marquez: Now that I look back over it, I probably should have made him more angsty longer, but I like him better smart. Guys are dumbasses by definition, but I love Chris too much to make him a total dumbass.