Disclaimer: I do not own YYH or it's characters. I do own Angela, Star, and the twins. I own the Darkness, the shadow creatures, the zombie queen, and the Crimson Force.

AN:I hope no one already has the name Crimson Force for anything. I came up with the Crimson Force from a very creepy dream I had, of course the Crimson force in that dream looks like bloody Skeksis from The Dark Crystal. Eagh...having the feeling that a copy of your dog wants to kill you is not fun...

REVISED AN: ...DAMMIT! TENSES! I have to go back and change all the stupid tenses to make it go along with the last chap! Well, half of it is going to be in present until a certain point. I hate this...-walks off ranting and griping-

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koorimechick: Thanks, I already emailed my thanks but I'll put it on here. I'm glad that I'm on your favs. It turns out that I and my stories are only on the favs of a few. I hope this story doesn't disappoint.

Legend:

-Thought-

-Telepathy-

/Flashbacks/ (Temporarily past memories)

/Dream/Visions/

Noise

Empathy/feelings

Chapter Ten

"No dear one, not by your hands he has not," the male Angel says softly, reaching over to dry Angela's tears.

Angela looks at him stunned. -What...?-

The man smiles, "What you killed was not your husband. It was a Death Puppet created by the Crimson Force, that is what the Fallen Twelve call themselves. Over the eight thousand years in space they have studied the darkest of magic and have been planning their revenge on the one that banished them," he says gently but seriously. "I do not know all of their plans or tricks, for I do not have the power to see into their minds or that far into what you call the Forest of Fools. As you noticed, the red fog that overcame us in the forest was due to some type of shielding spell. I have only been able to see bits and peices past the shield. What I do know about the Death Puppets is that they are almost exact copies of the original person that the Crimson Force captures. The only difference is their personality. They may imitate the person's personality almost perfectly but the need to kill taints everything they do, so there is always signs of a changed personality. Some people, like your self, will be able to sense and tell that the person is thinking of murder and has the intent to kill. But otherwise they merely resemble a person with a changed personality." He looks at her dying body on the operating table. "However, they're perfecting their puppets. With this last one, there was hardly a change in personality. I'm afraid that it will become harder and harder to identify them."

Angela looks at him. He sees her look and shakes his head. "I'm sorry dear one, I do not know what happened to the crimson eyed one. I am also not sure what the prophecy meant by 'fall'. Or even if it meant the real one or the fake one." He looks at her body then at her soul. "The only way we shall know is if you can come back to life." She starts to walk to her body to try to merge with it but the man stops her by catching her hand. He shakes his head, smiling. "No, there is still one place we must go." He looks up at the ceiling, his eyes distant, as if he can see beyond it. "To the Stars."

/A bright light, brighter than any other of the lights that had transported them, flashes around them. This time Angela feels her 'body' surge upwards, feels it tingle with energy. Suddenly they stop. All around them is space and stars. Below her feet is the Earth, a bright beautiful blue and white.

She looks to the man, astonished. He smiles. "Some of us Angels had the ability and privilege to fly among the stars. The ones being the more powerful enchanters and the Star Key line." He looks at the stars around him, a longing on his face. "It's been so long since I've flown among them." He looks back to her. "Have you been wondering why your line is called the 'Star Key' line?" Angela nods slightly. "It's because of your line's power to open a wonderfull sacred place in the Stars, known as the Star Sanctuary. To Humans, it is like Heaven." He takes her hand. "Now you must remember how to open it and enter it. There is where the lost power of the Angels rests. You will need that power to fight the battle to come. Soon the rest of the Crimson Force will arrive and you and those the prophecy says will aid you will have to defend the worlds from ultimate destruction, for the Crimson Force no longer wish to rule the worlds but to annihilate them." He squeezes her hand and looks deep into her eyes. "You have already been to the Star Sanctuary, though in your dreams. Now, however, you can't just enter it simply by falling to sleep, but you must open the portal to it. Only then will it be truly open." Angela looks questioningly and despairingly at him. He smiles. "You have the power deep inside of you, it runs through your blood. You just need to dig deep withing yourself and find the ancient power."

Angela nods, thinking she knows how. She goes into the trance that she had used when she first started to learn how to use her elemental powers. She searches within her self, finding the powers of Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, and Spirit, but she doubts that any of them were the power to open the Star Sanctuary. Finally, remembering how the man had said it ran through her blood, she concentrates on looking in her heart. There. There is a calling of power, strong and definately different from the elemental energies. She pulls on it and feels instant pain. She bends double, cluchting her chest, voicelessly crying out.

The man's face saddens. "Yes, that is the power, it's part of your very being. It takes a little of your life energy, for it truly is tied to your blood. But you must remember how to use it and I cannot teach you."

Angela waits several seconds for the pain to subside before she goes in search of the power of the stars within her. She looks at it, examining the energy she feels from it, examins how it is entwined with her blood and body. As she examins the power, a distant memory tugs at her mind. She concentrates on it and is surprised to find that it is a memory of her past life.

/"Angela, dear one, that is not the correct way," an old female Angel says as she holds a crying five year old Angela, her tiny wings closed tightly to her back. The woman pats her head. "The pain will pass in a few seconds, don't worry dear one."

After a few seconds, the child sits up, her crying stopping. She looks up at the woman. "Grandma? Why does it hurt?" she asks.

Serisha smiles. "Because you're pulling on raw power directly from your heart. First you must disentangle it from your heart, follow a thread of it till it is only connected slightly, far away from your heart. Like this."

The present Angela experiences what Serisha is doing to the child Angela. She puts her mind and power into the child, and leads her to her star power at her heart. She then shows Angela that the power was like a ball of yarn wound throughout her heart. She then picks out a string not so tighly wrapped. -See. This string is loose, already your job of disentangling a thread of power is half done. Now follow it to it's end,- the queen says mentaly, leading the girl down the thread until they have followed it to it's end in her right arm. There it was barely attached. -Do you have it? Good, now stay here.- Serisha exits the girls mind. "Now, remember, to bring the power out you must give blood," she says aloud as she pulls out a pin and takes the girl's hand and pricks her index finger. She catches her hand before Angela can put it into her mouth to suck on the wound. "Now, all we need is this much blood for the small amount of power you will pull out. Now, bring the power out with the chant I taught you," she orders gently.

Angela nods. She holds up her hands. "I summon the power of the Stars within me to obey my command. Be released from my body with this, my offering of blood." She puts her two forefingers together, smearing the blood on both finger tips. When she parts them, the blood spreads from finger to finger, like a string attached to the two. The blood starts to shine gold, then a bright light spreads from it to envelope both hands of the child. After the light has faded small balls of a multicolored light rests in each hand.

Her grandmother smiles and claps once. "That's the way, dear one." The child smiles brightly, her green eyes flashing emerald. She brings her hands down and looks at the two balls. "Now, what do you want them to do?" the woman asks.

The child Angela thinks about it. "I think...I want them to become two little nice dragons," she says brightly.

"Then tell them," the woman says. T

he child looks at the balls. "I want you to become two small gentle and nice dragons, as big as my arms." The balls of light flash brightly, then fade and become two thin dragons colored silver with a prismatic sheen. Their single pair of wings spread as wide as the length of their bodies which are a little over a foot. Their four legs end in reptilian feet with tiny claws. Their eyes, slit pupiled, are the only difference in the two. One's is colored bright purple and the other's is colored magenta pink. The child squeals as the two dragons start to fly around her, rubbing up against her like cats.

Serisha smiles. "What will you call them?" she asks laughingly as the one with purple eyes turns it's attention to her.

"Violet and Rose," the girl says without any hesitation.The present Angela smiles, fleeting memories of the two guardian dragons flashing through her mind.

Serisha stops laughing and looks at her grandchild. "Now, when we try to access the Star Santuary, what do we say?"

The child calms down. "We say...'I summon the power of the Stars within me and the power of the Star Key line to open the portal to the Star Sanctuary. With my offering of blood, open Star Sanctuary,'" she says clearly, despite her years.

Serisha smiles and hugs her granddaughter. "That's right Angela."

The memory Angela is witnessing starts to fade./

Angela nods, remembering how to call on her power. She focuses on the ball of star energy and finds a loose thread. She follows it to her left palm. She opens her eyes and looks at her hand. -What will I use to cut it?- Then she remembers her wound. She smears her left hand on her chest, finding the blood still wet, and then raises her hands. "I summon the power of the Stars within me and the Star Key line to open the portal to the Star Sanctuary. With my offering of blood, open Star Sanctuary!" she shouts clearly and commandingly, somehow finding her voice for this one time. She claps her hands together then parts them. The blood on her hands spreads between them and starts to glow bright gold. Soon the gold light turns into the multicolored light and, instead of gathering around her hands, the light bursts from the blood to stop a few feet in front of her and grows to form a large rectangle. The light dims into a portal of bright prismatic light. She looks to the man beside her.

He nods approvingly. "Yes, that is the portal to the Star Sanctuary. Now go, enter it." She flys close to it but notices the man hasn't moved. She looks at him but he shakes his head. "I cannot go for I am not of the Star Key bloodline. Only you can go."

She looks uncertainly at the portal, then nods, determination in her eyes. She flys through it.

The Star Sanctuary turns out to be her space dream, except more beautiful, and where the swing had been there is a beautiful ivory gazebo, ivy trailing up and down the columns that holds up the domed roof. Angela walks to the Sanctuary. Inside she finds a small altar. It is plain except for a small silver plaque in the middle of it. Angela reads it, eyes becoming wide and glowing silver.

When she walks out the man smiles, sensing the new power within her. He holds out his hand to her and she takes it, her eyes smiling green. "Now, it is time to see if you can live."/

The light flashes around them and Angela feels as though her body is falling very fast. When the light fades they are in the hospital. Again it seems as if time has not moved while they were gone. The man turns to her. "If you can wake up, you must remember the Prophecy of the Bleeding Angel. I will repeat it for you and if, when, you wake up, it will be engraved in your mind so you won't forget." He then repeats the prophecy twice. A sad look comes over his face as he stares at her lovingly, then he looks to her body. He pats her hand when he turns back to her. "It is time for me to go, dear one." He starts to fade.

Angela tries to call out, already knowing she can't. She is surprised, however, when she hears her voice. "Wait! Who are you and what's your name?"

He smiles as he disappears, his voice echoing in the sudden silence. "Ker, the proud father of the Angel that led and is still leading us to our greatest era." His voice fades into silence as the rest of the worldy noises come to life again.

Angela stares at the place where her father had been. Then she turns to her body. -Time to see if I can live,- she thinks, echoing Ker's words. She walks to her body, stares down on it as the doctors try to keep her alive and work on the severed artery. She climbs onto the operating table and lays down into her body. Everything fades.

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Kurama and Yusuke were ushered into a waiting room, Kurama still covered in Angela's blood. They didn't sit down as asked. Instead they paced the room, people staying away from them when they saw the blood all over Kurama's chest, each in their own thoughts. Yusuke was frantic over possibly loosing a woman he had come to consider a baby sister and Kurama despaired about how Angela had come to be so gravely injured. -Botan! Why!- he wanted to ask his absent wife. He couldn't beleive what had happened before his eyes. He couldn't beleive that it had been his wife with the knife. He wanted to know why. Why had she turned like that? Why she had become homocidal? There was no way that she could have become like the others. No way...He paused. -Wait...I've been gone so long. And she has been flying everywhere, guiding lost souls...Is there a possibility that she had wandered into the Forest of Fools? Might there have been a period where she had taken longer than was expected? But she didn't act oddly at all...Right?- he asked himself. He thought about the short time he had had with his wife. She had acted oddly. Like how she hadn't known about Hiei's death, when surely she would have heard it from, if not Koenma, then Kuwabara and Yukina or a fellow guide. And then how she had perked up so soon after being told the grim events that had been happening. Even for her bouncy and happy self, she could be very serious in times like these. -Oh Botan...- He sat down and put his head in his hands, weeping silently.

Yusuke saw and knew what he was thinking, but didn't know what to say to his friend.

Suddenly the men felt a strong power in the emergency room. They looked at each other. -Angela!- was their first thought. They got up and started to walk to the double doors that led to the ER, but a nurse stopped them. "I'm sorry sirs, but you can't go in there," she says politely.

Kurama nodded and dragged Yusuke back to pacing with him. Shortly after that, the energy faded away. After several minutes a doctor came into the waiting room and walked up to them. "Sirs..."