Grace had been walking around for a few moments, lost, but not admitting it to herself, when she came upon the only room that was familiar to her. The waterfall. The large windows. Even the rubber ducks, which made her smile this time. And when she turned to Deacon, she was no longer standing in a room. No longer standing in New York. The ocean. The whales. A vision. And what she learned was very troubling. Her eyes glazed, and as she fainted, the ocean faded out into blackness...

She didn't know how much time had passed when she awoke; she just remembered the vision that had caused her fainting. She knew she was lying on a bed, and she opened one eyes just enough to look around the room. Turning her head ever so slightly, she saw Deacon sitting in the chair beside the bed. His eyes were closed, and he appeared to be sound asleep. She smiled faintly, knowing that later, he'd probably deny having fallen asleep. Grace blinked, pulling herself into a partial upright position. How long had she been out? She winced, one hand to her head. Jeez, did she have one killer headache.

"You okay?"

Grace looked over, nodding slowly, "Yeah...How long was I out." she asked softly.

"Too long," Deacon said, "...What happened?"

Grace looked away for a moment, hesitant. "It's crazy," she said, "Probably wouldn't believe me..."

"Try me," Deacon said.

She didn't say anything for a second. "Alright...I...get...visions," she paused, "And...I can hear the voices of...whales."

He stared at her for a moment, then said, "Not even close to the craziest thing I've heard."

She felt suddenly relieved, and managed a small smile. He believed her. Sitting up, she said, "The vision though..." she didn't finish and there was a troubled expression in her eyes.

"What?" Deacon asked, curious and yet worried.

Grace tilted her head to the side, "Who's..." she frowned, thinking, "Who's...Blade?"

He tensed, and when he spoke, his voice was low, "He was in your vision?"

"Yeah," Grace said, confused, "But who is he?" I don't understand, she added silently. She'd seen the anger in Deacon's eyes when she'd mentioned...Blade. Why?

"Blade. The Daywalker," Deacon said, standing, "Vampire hunter."

Suddenly, it dawned on her. The past few nights, she'd though some one was following her. Could it have been this...Blade? And if it had been, why hadn't he just...? Sitting up fully, Grace blinked.

"He...hunts vampires?" she asked, still puzzled, "But why? And why is he called...the Daywalker?" she wished she wasn't so clueless.

Deacon stared at her for a second, then said, "You really don't know who Blade is, do you?"

Graced shook her head innocently and he almost smiled.

"He's half human, half vampire," Deacon said, "His mother was killed by a vampire, and so now he hates us all."

Graced blinked, unsure of what to say. The sudden uneasiness must have shown in her eyes because Deacon said, "Don't worry, you're safe here."

Graced blushed slightly. The way he said it brought a smile to her lips. Pausing to think again of her vision, she realized her headache was fading. Thinking about the end, a tear came to her eyes. She prayed that this vision wouldn't come true...

"What's the Temple of Eternal Night?" she asked.

...But they always did.