AN: I owe this chapter to my awesome BETA, Dorn; who without, I would be hopelessly lost and confused. ;)

Thanks sooo much Dorn (claps hands) I owe you!

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Chapter Three:

Unpathed Water and Undreamed Shores

"He was lucky."

"Oh?"

The older man raised one white brow, "If you hadn't shown up, he'd be dead… or worse."

"Hmmmm…What do you want to do with him, Old Man?" The Daywalker began to clean up the space around him, putting weapons into specific places and sheathing an ancient looking sword he'd been cleaning.

"We can't send him back home. Those vampire bastards want the kid dead, you know that, Blade. They'll find him."

"So says your contact. We don't know for sure that he's the one they want."

The white-haired man sighed, "Blade, he's got the mark on his back; he also has the damn 'mark of the lighting' crap on his freaking forehead! You know he's the one." He stared the big man down, the kid was important to the future.

"Fine, he stays until we have proof that he's not some god-born whatever that the vampires seem to think he is. Then, he goes home and we never see him again, alright Old Man?" The vampire hunter leaned against a computer desk and crossed his arms, stubbornly.

The Old Man couldn't afford to get attached to the runt; the kid would only get him killed. Besides, it wasn't as if the kid was this prophesized savior for vampire kind, or anything. It was foolish to believe in prophecies, especially vampire prophecies.

Little did he know that a mere few miles or so away, vampires were also discussing the prophecy and the boy.

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Miles away in a London business building two very stupid vampires were going at it. You'd never guess they were related by listening to them, but vampires aren't exactly the most intelligent beings, are they?

Any way, you'd never guess this business to be run by vampires; after all, vampires aren't usually toymakers…are they?

It was a very big building filled with toys and workers and sometimes even children going on a school trip. There were hundreds of rooms; all of them were pretty big. Some, in the most bottom levels, held the most amazing toys.

These toys looked very life like, if someone were to say the dead looked alive, that is. Doll like, even. No one would suspect a toy workshop to be hiding an underground child blood factory.

However, that is not why we are visiting this specific factory; we are because in a lower level room, those aforementioned vampires were still going at it. Very, very, stupid beings.

"Rewet, the boy MUST be found! That half-breed freak can't keep that kid! We need him!" This was ground out of the mouth of a slender blond woman. She usually looked delicate… when she wasn't snarling like some hell-beast.

A tall dirty-blond haired man groaned in his own eternal agony, this stupid bint of a sister just couldn't take a hint, could she? Why was he cursed to spend eternity with her? He'd rather take a walk in a sunny park than be near her!

"We'll find him, Turryana, you know that. The Death-Munches or whatever the frick they're called, will find the brat! Voldefart will get his Boy-Who-Lived and the vampire nations will get eternal salvation while mankind falls to their feet in fear of us. Now quit bitching and get back to whatever it is you do." He said this with a malicious sneer on his face, ruining his handsome looks with ease.

Turryana stomped up to her brother and screeched in his face, "The prophecy must be fulfilled you jack ass! 'The one who is marked with Death's chosen sign and the Lightning God's promise, shall bring to this earth, eternal darkness; and to mankind's domains blood shall rain from the Heavens,' Remember? 'Blood shall rain from Heaven?' Remember you dumb ass?"

She curled her fists into claws and with a mighty lunge; her brother flew into the wall with a resounding CRASH!

Rewet snarled at her, his fangs as sharp as a needle. With impossible speed he rammed his strong, muscled body into hers and…her mouth met his with a hatred fed kiss.

He brutalized her mouth, plunging his tongue inside. Pulling her to him a messed-up parody of some romantic entanglement, he growled with lust and need.

You can imagine what came next.

Outside the door, a human guard walked by. He raised a brow and shuddered at the sounds leaking through the very thick walls and door. 'Nasty little freaks!'

He would never speak this aloud, he had a family at home, after all; he wanted his wife and kids to remain human. Not a good thing for a marriage to be bitten by his wife during sex or anything. Don't think there are any psychiatrists for that sort of thing!

With a final shudder, the guard walked by to finish his last looks around before going home to his family. He really regretted having found them going at it that one time. Now he knew a lot more than he ever wanted to about the mystical crap.

Waaayyyy too much!

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In an abandoned warehouse, just a few feet away from where Blade and Whistler were discussing plans, an emerald-eyed boy opened his eyes. He clutched his hands to his scarred forehead and opened his mouth in silent parody of a scream of agony. Voldemort had sided with vampires!

"To unpathed waters, undreamed shores." --- W.Shakespeare (The Winter's Tale)