He held her hand like he has done so many times before, but this time it was different. His eye filled up with tears, an emotion that he has not shown in such a long time. A few tears escaped from his eyes as he looked down at their hands together. This time he finally understood what Randall told him many years before.

It is the dark of night, and the moon shined bright with its fullness. He ran his hands through his hair the night, bouncing off his 5 o'clock shadow. He took the last drag of his cigarette as he smirked to himself as his hand dropped to his side, showing his long black trench coat. He blended into the night with his dark clothing. He looked over at the emergency room entrance as the people ran in and out the doors like there was a commotion. He took a deep breath and made his way down the sidewalk to the main entrance. He walked into the hospital without catching any eyes. He continued to walk the hallways as he searched for the room that he was looking for. He stopped in the hallway and then opened the door and walked into another hospital unit.

A man sat in the waiting room. He had short brown hair and looked a bit of a mess. He placed his elbows on his knees as he tried to deal with what was just happening. He took a few deep breaths and got back up and started to walk around the room some more. He sat back down as the man in all black spotted him and walked into the room. The man in black sat down, and the smell of booze started to fill his nose.

"You nervous?" The man in black asked.

"Yea, first child," The other man said took some more deep breath as he shook.

"I have been through this before. Take a breath. You will be fine" The man in black patted his leg.

"I am Nicholas" He put out his hand.

"Mark," He said and shook his hand, "Looks like I better get back to it. See you around."

"Thanks, man. See you around."

Mark walked down the hallway some more a few of the nurses running in and out of rooms. No one seems to notice that he was still searching. For who he was not sure of, but something told him he would know when he got there. Mark finally stopped at one door. He placed his hand on the doorknob and knew that this was the room. He walked into the room, filled with nurses and doctors. The staff is screaming and yelling as a female laid on her back as she delivers a child.

"Michelle, we need you to push," A nurse says as she pats her forehead and pushing away her light auburn hair.

"Michelle, hunnie, I know you are tired, but you need to push," another nurse said.

Mark leaned up against the wall. He was in the right room. He could feel it in his gut as he looked down at his arm, the marking glowing on it strongly now. He covered it up so that the shining could not distract the staff. It was not like the staff even knew that he was in the room. Mark tilted his head a bit as he stared at the machine. He watched the numbers start to drop as he stared at them harder and harder. The staff started to run in and out of the room, more and more staff coming into the room.

"Wahhh wahhh," The cries of a newborn filled the room, and Mark lost his focus on the machines. He stopped and looked at the small naked female that was now being put on the mother's chest.

"She is coming back," Mark heard the doctor said, and he tilted his head to the other side as he stared down the child crying in the room. Mark stood there and stared as a million pictures flooded in his mind about this round face with red/auburn hair with light blue eyes and full lips smiled, and she was talking back to him as he stared at this naked newborn covered in goo and being wiped clean.

"Let's get her stable," the doctor said as he looked over at Mark but did not acknowledge him. It was like he was not even in the room, and he liked it that way. Mark looked down at the mother, and he could feel the brightness of the marking went back to normal.

'Your number will come again.' Mark could hear the voice ring loud and clear. He looked over at the child once more and then walked out of the room and down the hallway. He stopped at the waiting room and sat Nicholas still in the room, pacing back and forth.

"No news?" Nicholas asked Mark

"Nothing yet," Mark said as he leaned back in the chair and sat with Nicholas for a while.

"This is my first," Nicholas started. "I am not sure if I am going to be a good father. My father was not the best role model." Mark nodded as he listened. "My wife Michelle is better at the parenting stuff, I am sure. She is always the one that had everything she could want growing up." He said as he waved his hands as he talked, the nerve getting to him as he rubbed his sweaty hands against his jeans.

"That doesn't make a good parent," Mark said, and Nicholas just looked at him. Mark could tell that he was not the best person in the world to have a child, but the child was nowhere.

"I am sure your right" He stopped and stared at the floor.

"Mr. Haynes?" A nurse stood at the door

"Yes," Nicholas stood up.

"You have a beautiful baby girl. Would you like to come back and meet her?"

"Yes," Nicholas said as he looked over at Mark. "Come meet my daughter," Mark stood up, and Nicholas followed the nurse, and then Mark kept his distance but followed Nicholas. Nicholas walked into the room, and Mark followed in shortly after him. Nicholas walked up to the baby lying in the bassinet. He gently pulled the blanket down to see her face.

Mark stared at the mother of the child who was staring out the window. Nicholas picked up the child and cradled her into his arms. Mark stared at the child. Something was drawing him to her even more now than before. Nicholas bounced her gently as he moved around the blanket against her skin.

"You are so beautiful," Nicholas said, and Mark came out of his daze as he changed his focus to Nicholas. "Come meet a friend," He said and walked over to Mark. Nicholas gently passed the child to Mark. "Mark, meet my daughter, Vivian Haynes." He said, and Vivian wiggled in Nicholas' hands as he passed her off to Mark cuddled her as she snuggled right into his chest.

"Hello, Vivi," Mark whispered to her as he held her in his arms for the first time. He felt this strange pull even stronger to her. Mark pushed the small amount of hair of her hair away from her face as he just stared at her.

Mark walked out of the hospital on the full moon night. The parking lot empty besides passing cars in the street. Mark got into the car and drove off into the night.

Mark walked into his house, seeing Blaze playing a video game. He screamed gibberish into the headset as spiky hair shifted back and forth as he wobbled his head as he jumped up and down on the couch, pushing the pillows all over the floor. He slammed his fist with anger on the coffee table in front of him. His eyes were glowing red with anger as he played the shooting game. Mark walked into the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer.

"Good Night, Mark," Randall said as Mark looked at him with a smile. "I heard you did not complete your mission tonight." He said his hair gray and his eyes dark and knowledgeable. He was the older man that Mark knew.

"Tonight was different." He sat down and opened his beer and started to tell Randall all about it. "I walked into the room, and of course, no one can see me, and there I stood staring to take the women's life... feeling her life starting to slip away when she gives birth to this baby girl. She has a round face, red/auburn hair with light blue eyes, and full lips. I can see her in my head... talking to me at different moments of her life. Of course, that is not what I am looking at. I see the naked newborn covered in goo with nurses and doctors rushing around." Randall nodded his head, and Mark continued, "I then get the call telling me her number will be picked again and to leave, but I didn't." He paused, taking a big sip of his beer. "I went back out to the waiting area, which I have been speaking to a man earlier who happens to be her father. Now, I can tell you this man is not the father of year material, but he then invites meet the child." He finished his beer and got up, placing it on the sink counter. "I have no idea why I did that. It was like the newborn was calling me."

"Sounds like you finally imprinted."

"I didn't imprint," Mark said as he closed the refrigerator door with his leg, another beer in hand.

"You did," Randall said, "You can not say the child name; you see her in a future way before her time."

"I can say her name," Mark said, cutting off Randall.

"What is it?"

"Vivi," He said and took a drink of his beer.

"That is a nickname."

"Yeah, that is the name that I will call her, but her name is Vivian," Mark said, and Randall just shook his head. Mark sat down and took several sips of his beer, and Blaze continued to scream at the TV. Mark looked over his shoulder.

"Blaze! You remember when you imprint on Hailey?" Randall yelled into the living room

"Yeah, I didn't complete my mission. I can describe her down to a "T," and I had visions... oh the visions," Blaze's voice trailed off as he started down that path in his mind one more. Randall smiled at Mark and nodded his head.

"See you imprinted," Randall said, and Mark took another sip of his beer. "I can't wait to see what the future can hold. I have been down this path before. She is a child right now... I am would just see if she is going to keep the vision or if she will lose it."

"This is too deep," Mark said as he picked up his beer and headed into his room. He closed the curtain blocking out the light as he turned around and turn on the side lamp. He took another big drink of his beer and placed it down on the side table next to his bed. The room looked cold, made in shades of gray and black. There were no designs on the wall, just a tan color. There were no photos on the wall or on the desk that sat in the one corner. It was like he didn't even live here, but this was his room. He flopped down on the bed. He closed his eyes and the only thing that he could see if Vivian and see her face dancing in his head. He moans as he turned around to face the wall. "Randall is not right. I did not imprint on Vivian," Mark thought to himself as he tried to get comfortable in bed.

"What a disaster that was!" Blaze screamed as he ran over to Mark, who was wiping off his hands.

"I do enjoy the challenge, but this guy just wouldn't give up," Mark said, a bit out of breath as his long trench coat floated behind him from the wind. Blaze bounced around as he listened to Mark.

"Is your list done?" Blaze said, and Mark looked over the field car laded across it like small toys a child was playing with.

"Yeah," Mark said and looked over at Blaze. "Hailey, the one you imprinted on, Is she the same one I seen you with from time to time?"

"Yes," He said almost in a slithering way. "Why are you asking?" He paused and finally sat down next to the man's body that laid on the side of the road. "Are you going to go see her again?" He played with his hands making him give Mark the middle finger, and laughed.

"I am thinking about it." He paused, "I want to make sure everything is okay." He paused again and fixed his black biker glove. "You know, just in case."

"You don't need to fib to me. I know that feeling." He stood up and wiped some blood on his jeans. "You can't describe it, but everything seems to be in place when you see her."

"Yeah, I guess that is the best way to describe it."

"Go see her," he chuckled. "I see Hailey often." He said, and he looked up at the night sky. "See, this world, there is plenty of places to hide, and if there is not a hiding spot... you just make the mortals believe the place is haunted."

"That is messed up," Mark said to Blaze as he chuckled a bit at him.

"Hey, you were given this power for a reason. Why waste it?" He paused and looked at Mark, who fixed the black large brim hat on his head. "I have one more stop, and then I am heading home. See you there."

"Yeah, later," Mark said as he watches with a flash Blaze disappeared into the night.

Mark stood outside of a house. The house looked like a typical single home with yellow siding. There was a big tree in the front yard, bushes and flower beds that have not been tended to in years, and grass that was just high enough to keep the pattern of people's footprints. The house looked run down. He could see the light on in a second-floor bedroom. He wasn't too sure if that was the room he was looking for, but there was no way to tell from out here. He walked closer to the house and could hear a TV on very loudly through the door. "This is easier than I thought," Mark said as he slid through the door to see Nicholas sitting on a blue sofa drinking a beer and watching the news. The living room was filled with items that should have been thrown away. He walked up the stairs that were next to the kitchen, which looked freshly cleaned up from dinner.

Mark could hear the singing of a female as he reached the top. There in the room with the light on was Michelle rocking to sleep the small Vivian. She was bigger now, her red hair coming in and his eyes big and blue like the ocean. Mark smiled as he took in more and more of her features. She was growing up, and he felt so proud of her. He walked closed into the room as he stood at the door. Vivian turned her head as her mother fed her a bottle. She looked right at him like he was there. He couldn't really tell if she could see him or not. There was so much of this world he didn't know. This child was looking at him. Her hand flopped around her side as she drank and kicked her legs. Michelle is trying to calm her down. She finally finished feeding Vivian and started to get her ready to be put in the crib.

Michelle walked close to Mark, and he backed up into the door. The door moved and hit the wall. Michelle stopped and stared at the door, wondering if she was too close to it that it moved. Mark froze, unsure how close he really was to the door anymore. He didn't want to leave yet. He wanted to hold Vivian in his arms once more. Michelle sighed and then kissed Vivian on the forehead and put her into her crib. Vivian looked up at Michelle as she spoke to her "Goodnight, my angel," She said to her, and then she turned around and turned off the overhead light leaving just a small light on next to the window. Michelle closed the door most of the way as she left. Mark could feel the warmth pass him.

He stood at the edge of the crib and leaned over to see Vivian. He reached down, and she wrapped her fingers around his finger as he smiled and ran his hand against her head brushing her hair away from her face. He picked her up as gently as he could. This was something new for him. Vivian cooed and made some bubbling noises at him as he smiled. "Hello, beautiful Vivi. How are you doing?" He paused, almost hoping she would talk back to him, "I am doing well. You are such a polite little girl" He had a conversation with her as he held her and bounced her around the room. She was shortly asleep in his arms. He could not believe it. He tried to place her down gently, taking in one last scent of her. Her scent was unlike anything in his world. He smiled and placed her down. He ran his hand against her once more and looked out the window, and off he went.

Randall sat out front on his rocking chair, just like the old man that he was. Mark looked up to see him as he arrived. "Good night, Randall. Is Blaze already here?"

"No, which means this is the only time there is peace in the house." Randall tilted his head and smoked his pipe. Mark took a deep breathtaking in the cherry scent. "You went to go see her."

"Yeah" He paused and walked onto the pouch, taking a seat on the stairs and leaning up against the house. His trench coat flowed on the steps as he got himself comfortable, his jeans bunching a small amount of light off his black attire. Randall made a small moaning noise, which Mark was sure that meant that he was thinking. "There is something about her that just calms me down."

"Mark, I have been down this road before. It doesn't end well for anyone." He paused, and Mark looked up at him

"She is a child." Mark said with a big sigh in his voice

"I know," Randall said, "Look, just take the advice from the old man here." He laughed at himself, and so made Mark.

"I am noting your advice, but in the meantime. I think I will still hang around her."

"Do it after you finish your list because you know what will happen if you are behind. The boss will double your work." Randall gave him a look, and Mark made a face, not wanting to hear it. "How is she?" He finally said, changing the subject.

"Beautiful, peaceful, innocent." He paused. "Her red hair is still prominent, and her eyes are blue like the sea. She doesn't fear me." He paused once more, "Or at least not yet."

"There might be a time that she does." Randall puffed his pipe a big long drag.

"I will have to cross that bridge, but I am hoping that she isn't. That she keeps open to me seeing her." He paused and started to think of the days that he would interact with her, talk to her, learn about her. He sighed a bit but did not want to rush father time. Father time was never going to be on his side, but he did make it a habit that once his list of names was crossed out, he would go back and see Vivian sleeping in her rooms most nights. Vivian was growing up, and Mark wanted to make sure that he was going to see her as much as he could.

A small little girl with red hair played in the yard. She wore gray sweatpants and a sweatshirt top. She played with the leaves that fell from the tree. She giggled and laughed as she threw them up into the air. Mark smiled to himself as he watched from a distance. He wanted to go over to her, introduce himself to her. She was innocent yet. She was not changed by society or her parents. The wind blew, and her red hair pushed into her face covering her eyes for a moment. The laughter stopped as she pushed her hair back from her face pushing some of the dirt onto her cheeks. Her blue eyes opened and stared over at Mark. She stopped her hands, falling to the side as she tilted her head to one side and then the other. It was like she was studying him.

Mark could hear two adults yelling at each other from a distance. He could tell it must be something common since the fight seemed old and routine, saying back and forth. He looked over at the house and then at Vivian. He paused, not paying attention to anything else. He didn't move. Just stood there, his hands in his pockets, unsure if he could walk over to her or not. Would he scare her if he walked over there? What does she see him as?

"Vivian! Vivian!" A female called to her from the door of the house. Vivian looked over at her and then back at Mark. "Vivian, get in here and cleaned up for dinner!" The little girl looked at Mark once more and then ran to her mother.

"My Vivian," He said softly to himself as he watched the door close behind the two of them. Mark stared at the door for a little and then looks down at the ground.

Randall walked up to the porch and sat down next to Mark on the rocking chair. "Good Night Mark. Hows were your list?"

Mark rubbed his chin and looked over at Randall. "It was a normal night."

"What has you deep in thought?" Randall asked as he took out his pipe and lit it up.

"Nothing, I am just thinking about Vivian."

"Is she okay?" Randall asked as he took a big puff and started to rock the chair.

"She is fine, but I have seen tonight how much her parents should not be parents."

"You can't change that." Randall said as he took another puff, "You can just be there and guide her in the correct way."

"Is that what you did with Monika?"

"Monika," Randall said her name softly as he began to take another puff on his pipe. He has not spoken her name in such a long time since that night. That night he vowed to himself never to go down that path again. Here he was going to give advice to Mark about something that is going to hurt.

"Randall?"

"I am sorry." He paused and looked over and patted Mark's back, "You be there for her, keep her safe, and guide her the best you can." Mark nodded his head and just sat back as he knew an unspoken rule that was in the house for years was not to bring up Monika.

Vivian played on the swing set at the park. She slid down the slide and ran over to the swing and flopped on her stomach on it, and swing back and forth. Mark stood back from the group of children playing on the swing set. He noticed that not many of the kids were really playing with Vivian, but she seems to be content with that. He looked around to see if her mother or father was around and didn't notice anyone. Vivian ran over to a sandbox and started to play with the sand. Mark walked over to Vivian and bent down to talk to her.

"Hello there, Vivian. My name is Mark. Can I play with you?" He asked as she looked up at him, noticing his long black hair and green eyes. She tilted her head a little as she studied him and then shook her head yes. Mark took a seat and started to play with her as they tried to build a castle. "If we used the sand at the beach, we could make a castle with no problem."

"Yeah," She said to him in her small little voice. Mark smiled as he continued to talk to Vivian about anything just to get her to talk. He didn't know how long she was playing with her, but he felt complete being around her.

"Vivian! Come on; it is time to go." Michelle yelled to her as she stood at the bottom of the hill.

"I must go," She said to Mark, and he stopped and looked at her as she stood up and began to wipe the sand off of herself.

"Who is that?" Mark asked as he looked over and knew who the woman was, but was surprised that she would just stand there and yell for her to come. He would think that she would have walked over to her and come get her.

"That is my mom," She said to Mark as she looked at him and flung herself to him. "Bye," She said to him and wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him before she ran off to her mother, who was waiting for her.

"Come, let's get dinner," Michelle said as she took her hand and put her in the car. "Who were you talking to in the sandbox." She asked since she has seen that Vivian was talking to herself as she was brushing off the sand.

"My friend," She said as she wiggled as she buckled herself up into the backseat. She looked up at her mother sitting in front of her in the mirror.

"Who is your friend?" She asked as she pulled out of the space that she was parked in.

"Mark," She said, giggling to herself as she looked out the window and waved at Mark. Mark stood far enough away to just watch Vivian and her mother leave.

Michelle pulled up to the house and mumbled under her breath something as she put the car in park. She turned around and looked at Vivian. "I need you to go into the house and go right upstairs and go wash up for dinner."

"Yes, Mommy," She said as she struggled a bit to get the seat belt off. Vivian got it off of her and opened the car door. She jumped out of the car and closed it with her two hands, and ran into the house. Michelle sat for just a bit longer and then got out of the car and headed into the house.

"Your late!" Nicholas yelled at her from the living room. "Where is dinner?"

"I am getting started on it right now," Michelle said as she walked into the kitchen as took off her coat. She quickly got out dinner items in the kitchen.

Vivian quietly walked down the stairs at the top and could see her father got up from the sofa and headed into the kitchen. "You know I want my dinner done when I come home from work!" He screamed at her with a bottle of beer in his hand.

"I am sorry I wanted to take Vivian to the park. I lost track of time." Michelle said as she tried to hurry up and get dinner together.

"I am the reason why you have this house and this food, and when I get home, I want dinner" on the table; he screamed at her and picked up and threw a pot at her. Michelle said nothing just dodged the pot from hitting her. "Get this shit together!" He screamed at her

"Lower your voice. Vivian will hear you," Michelle tried to tell him.

"She needs to hear me and understand who is the boss in this house," He said and looked over at the stairs to see Vivian's run up the steps. "I am not going to have another female in this house disrespect me!" He screamed as he turned and started to head to the stairs.

"No, no," Michelle screamed at Nicholas as she ran around the counter to get between him and the staircase. "She is just a child. She wants to know what is happening" She tried to tell him, and he was not having it. Nicholas grabbed Michelle's arms and stood her up in front of him just to smack her across the face.

"Shut-up, you stupid bitch. You are always defending her," He screamed at her as she grabbed onto her face, not shedding a tear. He swallowed the last bit of his beer and put the glass bottle down. He grabbed his coat, and out the door, he went.