Title: Song of the Siren

Author: Twilightstaruby

Disclaimers: All Night World concepts belongs to L.J.Smith. Kiele and the other characters in the story belong to me.

Author's notes:

So sorry this took so long. I was suffering from the after effects of jet lag and experiencing writer's block at the same time.

Thanks to the people who have reviewed! You people are my inspiration for the continuation of the story. So, I dedicate this chapter to all you guys out there! Hope you will enjoy it! Changed bits and parts of chapter two,though the essential tale is still the same.

'Alas I have grieved so long I am hard to love.

Yet love me-wilt thou? Open thine heart wide…'

-Elizabeth Barett Browning

Chapter three:

Provocative grey eyes looked at them disdainfully from an almost inhumanly beautiful face, framed by silky, black hair. His mouth was lifted up at the edges in a mocking ironic smile. Dressed all in black, he looked like the Prince of Shadows and Darkness: Lucifer.

"Slayers, how nice of you to grace our little…gathering." He drawled out lazily. "Of course, it wasn't as if you were invited."

"As you can see, you are surrounded in and hopelessly outnumbered." he continued almost lazily, one hand gesturing around them. Kiele didn't need to see to confirm his words; her slayer instincts told her enough. A feral smile lit his face. "So I am afraid you won't be getting out alive from here today."

"Damn." Andrew muttered under his breath, his body automatically shifting into his fighting stance; hand on the stake strapped to his waist. Kiele adopted a similar posture; withdrawing the sword Eli had given her. But she knew their chances of getting out alive today were practically nil.

"So, I'll offer you a proposition."

"No." Kiele said vehemently before he had even finished. From her previous experiences, she had concluded that anything vampires said was not to be trusted and any propositions they happen to offer comes with strings, preferably the stainless steel and chain-like kind.

"Actually, I don't think you have any choice in that matter. Bring them in," he gestured to one of the vampires.

With a sinking feeling, Kiele watched as the other slayers, bound and tied, were shoved unceremoniously into view. All three were unconscious.

She withdrew the sword, Andrew doing the same beside her, knowing that they had been out-maneuvered.

A smile lit the vampire's face. It was a smile of one who knows that he had won. Kiele loathed the sight of it. She yearned to drive her sword into that shriveled up excuse of a heart Shadrach had, but to do so would put the captive slayers into danger. She would never put her friends into danger. Over the years, they had grown to be more than that. They had become her companions, her family.

"What do you want?"

Hours later, she was chained up in the dungeon. She had no idea where the rest of the slayers were put to. A musky smell filled her nose and it was pitched dark. The only sound in the god-forsaken place was the sound of scampering feet and occasional squeaking from the rats that inhabited the place. Seating on her tiny bed provided, Kiele silently willed them to stay at their side of the dungeon and not invade her side. At least, she hoped that they were far away from her. She couldn't see a thing here. If there was anything Kiele hated more than Shadrach, it was rats.

Light suddenly flooded the tiny cell as the door creaked open. Kiele blinked, unaccustomed to the sudden brightness. A dark figure filled the entrance. Shadrach.

"Well, well. How are you finding your accommodations, slayer?" Shadrach's voice was pleasant, as though they were discussing no more than the weather.

"Great. Like the chains a lot." Sarcasm lined her words as she said the words. "Just thought you might like to know that they are kind of uncomfortable." The chains clunked noisily as she jangled them to emphasize her point.

"We can't have you escaping now, can we?" he sent her a blinding smile. "Now, let's talk."

"Cut the crap, Silverthron," Kiele snarled. "Where are my friends?"

"Touché, my little slayer. And your friends are fine. I gave you my word, didn't I?"

"Your kind never gave me any reason to believe in your word. In fact, in the few interactions," her lips curled slightly at the words, "I had with your kind, I have reason enough to disbelieve anything that comes out of your mouth."

"Didn't you learn anything in during your training, my little slayer?"

He stepped forward and touched the tip of her chin, tilting it up to him. He was too close for her liking and somehow, she felt as though she couldn't breathe. His unfathomable grey eyes swept over her face as though memorizing her. She was suddenly absurdly glad that her facemask still covered the lower half of her face.

When he spoke, his breath brushed gently over her face, no more than a gentle caress, one that made her shiver, "Never get attached. In your line of work, it can get you and the ones you love killed. In this case, it applies to you and your friends."

He moved far back enough so that she could see his face. A tiny frown marred his face and before she knew could stop him, he reached behind her head and jerked the facemask free from her face. She gasped, her hands instinctively flying up to cover her exposed face but was stopped by the chains.

Shadrach gave the mask he held in his hand a disdainful look before flinging it without care behind him. She heard the mask hit the floor with a dull thud then the sound of scrambling feet. Rats. Unable to help her self, she shuddered. Disgusting little creatures. Compared to them, she preferred the current company, however poisonous he may turn out to be.

"I heard that." Shadrach's tone was amused as he fixed his gaze on her. "I can't believe-" whatever he had been about to say froze on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he whispered one name, one name that had been everything once and nothing, "Gwenivere."

Kiele started. Such a simple uttering of a name, yet it invoked so many emotions in her, emotions she didn't know, didn't recognize, didn't want. Gwenivere. The name the name her soulmate in her dream had shouted. How did he know?

"That was what he called her. In my dream," She whispered, her eyes lifting up to meet his storm-like ones. "Gwenivere. Before she died, under the rolling waves."

The dream had been bugging her for a while now. It came to her nearly every night after the first time it appeared. She remembered the taste of terror and fear she had felt when she had gone down, dragged under by the merciless waves.

She watched as his eyes darken to onyx, emotions she couldn't decipher churning in them. Then something hit her.

"Your eyes," she whispered, not realizing that her hands were reaching out to him, "the same eyes he had, my soul mate, my life."

"Gwenivere."

Shadrach stared, unable to move, at the reincarnation of his lost love. Emotions swamped him as he watched her start at the mention of the name. It was obvious she recognized the name, though from where he didn't know.

Her eyes lifted to his, her words soft, so soft he had to strain to hear what she was saying. His heart clenched painfully at what he heard; the recounting of Gwenivere's death. Then she said something that made his heart stop.

"Your eyes," she whispered, "the same eyes he had, my soul mate, my life."

Shadrach finally moved, but it was away from her.

"No!" his eyes flashing, he backed away from her, like an animal cornered, his mouth curled up in to a snarl. "I was never your soul mate. Not ever."

Shock, hurt, dozens of other undecipherable emotions flooded her. There was so much she wanted to say, so many thoughts, but only one came through, "What do you mean?"

Shadrach let out a laugh, a bitter sound, then said in a pain-glazed whisper, "You were never mine, because my brother was your soul mate."

Then he left, leaving her once again shut in the darkness, in despair.

Author's note: Sorry this is so short. I promise the next chapter will be much longer...please remember to review!! Thanks...