Rose watched the Sorcerer work to try to create a spell to where they could spy on the Vampires. Maybe even to see the one she was after. Now that would be the day. She thought. If she could exterminate them all, then her job was finished.

She made sure Ardemys had what he needed to do his job. The Sorcerer worked even after the party died down. This was his job from now on, until further notice. She couldn't wait for everything to fall into place.

Ardemys was given the workspace of the room he had arrived in. He was nor grateful or disappointed for such a large room but just began working. It felt somewhat unnerving having Rose watch his every move like a fucking hawk, but he did his best to ignore the crazed Vampire. Then her henchman and a scantily clad woman, Nymph no doubt, walked in.

Ardemys saw out of the corner of his eye the woman sit on Stefan's lap. He then proceeded to inch his hand beneath her skirts. Repulsed, Ardemys worked harder and couldn't believe that nasty creature. He then felt sorry for the woman. Nymph or not, he wondered who she was before Stefan got his vile hands on her.

Ardemys just happened to look to a bare wall where reddish orange words began inscribing themselves. His eyes widened. Is this my magic? Or could it possibly someone else's? He glanced back at Stefan, Rose, and the woman but Stefan and the woman were preoccupied while Rose was looking the other way. Ardemys then looked back to the wall as the last of the words were magically inscribed on the wall.

He didn't have a pencil or a pad to write this all on as he hesitantly walked up to the wall. Obviously no one else could see what he was seeing. Maybe that was a blessing in itself. Stopping before the wall, he slowly reached out his hand and touched the wall. He tensed as his bright green eyes became locked on the stone wall. He then saw a woman wielding a sword at Rose's neck, cleaving it from her body. The woman's eyes were black with rage, the sword dripping with black blood.

Then a voice sounded within his head, speaking words of another language; the language of the Ancients. This was a prophecy!

"There is one who will smite the Vampire Slayer where she stands. She will save the Vampire race but not before some perish. She will save the Vampire race from the pain they have forever endured. Their savior is Angelica St. John…"

Space

Today, Mark was going to show me Aeroso Cathedral, where we were to be married. I couldn't believe how fast Christmas Eve was approaching. Today was Friday, and Christmas Eve was on a Monday. Our marriage would be in the evening; it was chosen because of the other Vampires who were set to attend. They couldn't withstand the sun like Mark could because they weren't Novel Ones like he was.

I hoped they would be excited to go at night instead of finding it awkward.

"They won't, beautiful. Most are rather excited to attend, really." Mark said with a smile.

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring into space as I waited for Mark to be ready to go. I was ready in a blood red gown that was meant to be worn around people. Its sheer beauty was breathtaking, not to mention it felt like a second skin against my body. Black jewels encrusted the V neckline and sleeves donned this gorgeous piece of clothing.

I wore red flats because I couldn't risk the fact of falling because I was pregnant.

The gown compliments me quite nicely.

"Excited, huh?" I asked and stood when he flitted before me.

He was handsome; he wore a crisp black suit with his emblem upon the lapel. The emblem was blood red. The shirt he wore beneath was black as well. He certainly had an affinity for black. My gaze lifted to his face. His goatee was neatly trimmed, and his emerald eyes danced with happiness. His auburn red hair was pulled back into a ponytail and braided neatly, always so nice whenever there was a special occasion. I smiled as he smirked.

"Yes I'm excited, darlin'. Are you excited?"

I nodded then looked up at the crown atop his head. It was silver and dotted with large Amethyst and Obsidian jewels around it. It certainly was kingly; the points atop adorned small Amethysts. Wow, talk about wealthy.

"It was my father's crown. When he… died, I immediately became king and inherited everything he owned. When you become queen, you'll wear the crown I made over six centuries ago. Would you like to see it, love?"

My eyes widened slightly. Wouldn't I?

"You mean it's here? Within this room?"

He shook his head.

"No, love. It's in my old room. My crown sits beside it."

"Oh."

He outstretched his hand to me, the palm facing up.

"Would you like to see it, my beautiful Angie?"

I looked up at him with a small smile upon my face. He smirked as I placed my hand in his and nodded. Just like that, he flitted us to his old room. After reappearing in the room, I could see that it was a work in progress of being cleaned. I saw some of his staff working when they paused and straighten to bow and curtsey before him.

"This is the future queen of Aeroso." Mark said and placed a hand on my waist.

The man and woman looked at me then and smiled. I was so nervous even as they both bowed and curtsied before me. I never had people do that before me. I felt out of place, to be honest.

"Milady." They said simultaneously.

Not knowing what else to do, I smiled nervously. They then looked back to the king, as in expecting an order. When I became queen, would they as well as the others who lived here look at me expectantly?

"As you were, Bridgette and Brian. Thank you both."

They both bowed and curtsied once more then exited the room, closing the door silently behind them. Mark then removed his arm from my waist then walked into his wardrobe. I decided to follow him and when I stopped in the doorway of the wardrobe, I watched as he revealed a large glass case. He turned and beckoned me forward. I walked hesitantly toward the display and stopped beside him.

My eyes nearly popped out of my skull when I saw the crown destined for me. It was breathtaking. It was made of small Amethysts and Obsidian jewels like his, the design of the crown like frozen flames. On the front of it were two diamonds on either side of a bug teardrop shaped Amethyst. It was breathtakingly beautiful, and it was meant for me?

Dear Ancients…

"It's breathtaking, Mark. You have wonderful taste. I cannot touch it until Monday evening, am I right?" I asked, looking up at him.

He nodded and looked down at me.

"Thank you, love, and unfortunately yes, you cannot touch it until then. I do have great taste." He said with a smirk.

I nodded. He sighed then grasped my hand in his.

"Come, Angie. Let's go see the Cathedral…"

Space

The Cathedral now loomed over us; made all of brick, the Cathedral was the biggest one I'd ever seen. A giant circular stain glass window sparkled high up on the Cathedral, the snowflakes that rested on the round ledge shimmered in the chill night. The building was stories high with a huge cross at the top of it. I grasped the small cross that hung around my neck as I stared up at the large one. Mark and I stood before the Cathedral, admiring its ethereal beauty.

We drove here in a black limousine, driven here by another one of Mark's staff. I remember Mark thanking him by name. Mikael, was it? I think that was the name of that nice young man.

I had asked Mark if his staff were Mortal once we were out of earshot with Mikael. He had nodded, saying that some of his staff were Mortal and also that they all knew of who we were, but they wouldn't tell others of our breeds, per se.

"But is that against the rules of the Immortals and how do you know that they won't tell others of who we are?" I asked, slightly confused.

He nodded.

"Yes, love but it's breaking a law of the Immortals if you resurrect someone. I keep them around because they trust us. They know we're the good creatures, Angie."

I grew silent and let what he told me sink in. So they obviously felt comfortable being around mystical beings then.

"Okay then I have another question. Now that you're marrying a Phantom and I'm pregnant, will they fear this baby?"

He closed his eyes after looking at the Cathedral through the limousine window. He bowed his head then grasped my hand in his. I obviously hurt him and not knowing that my words could do so. I felt so bad now.

"Mark, I'm sor-"

"No, don't be sorry. You have questions and they need to be answered. To tell you the truth, love, I don't know the answer to that question." He said softly with a hint of sadness in his voice.

I looked at him and frowned. Why did I have to open my big mouth? I didn't mean to hurt him. I seriously need to think before I get to speaking. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He then gave my hand a little squeeze.

"Don't beat yourself up for something you didn't know."

"But-"

He shook his head.

"No buts, Angie. Come on, then. The townsfolk are staring."

I looked around us and damn of he wasn't right. The small amount of people out at this late hour had stopped to stare at us with wide eyes. Talk about becoming embarrassed. He gently tugged me toward the large marble steps of the Cathedral. I sighed and looked forward as we slowly ascended them. I lifted my gown slightly with one hand while I gripped his hand in a death grip. With it being Winter here, the steps were slippery, and I feared on falling.

For one, I was rather clumsy and second, I was pregnant.

'I'll never let you fall, beautiful.' Mark reassured me telepathically.

I sent a shy smile his way and he smirked in return.

'Make sure you don't.'

We finally reached the huge mahogany doors. Thank the Ancients that I didn't fall upon those hard marble steps.

Mark grasped the golden handle of the red door and pulled it open. I stepped inside and quickly grew awestruck at the magnificent beauty of this holy place. Mark stepped beside me and I grasped his hand in mine once more. He looked down at me and smiled. I smiled because he gave me instant peace, not to mention being in a Cathedral, a place of the Ancients.

He then looked forward as we began to walk down the long marble aisle. I held his hand close as we slowly walked. I looked all around us at the long wooden pews that stood on either side of us, all vacant at the moment. This Cathedral was huge, the aisle we were walking down now seemed to go on for miles.

I looked up and saw Angels dotting each column high above us. All were made of stone and looked down at us and all around the vast place. It looked to me that they were watching over the Ancients' home. That was how I interpreted it. I looked up to the ceiling, finding it arched to a point in the middle. Stain glass windows dotted the Cathedral everywhere almost. They depicted what the Angels of the Heavens looked like in battle and in peaceful times.

They were all of Angels, like Mom and Jay. I wondered if the Angels in the Heavens really wore white robes and sandals upon their feet. I knew they had wings because of Jay and Mom and they were truly beautiful. I was always in awe when I got to witness them. I looked back up to the ceiling, where cream-colored paint looked down at us. It all looked so beautiful, really.

I looked straight ahead as the golden altar seemed closer to us now. Three marble steps led up to the sparkling golden altar. It was breathtaking. Beyond the altar was a large stain glass window, stretching from the floor to the cream-colored ceiling. The window was sparkling with all of the different patterns on it. By the Ancients, whomever made this Cathedral put their hearts and souls into it because of its ethereal beauty.

The only word I could think of was wow.

We finally stopped before the three marble steps as a door from the right side of the Cathedral opened. We both looked at the man who approached us now. He was dressed in a white and gold robe as a white and gold headpiece adorned his head. A golden cross was the design upon the front of his headpiece. His hair was a salt-and-pepper gray and his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue.

Was he a bishop and was he an Angel? I could see the beautiful golden aura that surrounded him, and I immediately knew that he was an Angel. This is truly amazing! I thought as he stopped before Mark.

"It is a pleasure to see you again, Sire. I am so happy that you are getting married and chose the Aeroso Cathedral."

He then turned to me and inclined his head.

"Your Highness. I am Archbishop Micah and I will be performing the marriage ceremony."

I smiled and nodded. The Archbishop smiled then looked back to Mark and folded his hands together before him.

"I was just showing my lovely lady this beautiful Cathedral. Upon seeing it now, I don't think she is as nervous as she was earlier." Mark said and smiled down at me.

"Yes, Sire. It is a beautiful place. Well, if you do not mind, I have matters to attend to. I am glad to see you both." The Archbishop said with a bow of his head then turned and walked back the way he came.

Upon the door closing softly behind him, I placed my hand against my stomach. Mark was smiling then when he looked down at me, his smile faded.

"Angie?"

"I'm going to be sick, Mark." I said and grew pale.

Grimacing, he gathered me close and flitted to the mahogany doors. He quickly opened them and spoke to Mikael, who nodded and rushed to the limousine. Mark then lifted me into his arms then flitted back to the palace as Mikael drove back to the palace as well…

Space

"A prophecy, huh? And who, pray tell, is set to behead me, Ardemys?" Rose scoffed, her red eyes beholding laughter as she looked at the Sorcerer.

Ardemys was shaken up, to say the least. After experiencing what he had, he stared at the blank wall constantly. The words may have disappeared from the wall, but they wouldn't leave his being or his weary soul. He knew this and wondered why the Ancients chose him for such a thing. Would it be the Ancients wanted him to warn this Angelica St. John of Rose's diabolical decision?

Ardemys was a powerful Warlock, choosing to use more evil spells than the good ones. So why was he chosen for this? Nothing had ever happened to him like this. Why would the Ancients choose him, of all people, to entrust something as important as the future of all the Vampires? A prophecy of which would come to pass.

But when would it come to pass? When will that brave woman take out this dastardly being? He thought as he glanced at Rose. The filthy fiend was looking at the naked couple before her. Nothing could disgust Ardemys more. That poor woman. Rose's evil gaze slid toward Ardemys' and she grinned.

"I think you've had too many bad spells gone wrong, Sorcerer. Talking of prophecies and beheading." She scoffed. "No one could ever find me to behead me, Ardemys. Anyway, you like what you see, don't you?" She asked, gesturing a hand towards the female.

Ardemys just shook his head and looked away. Rose's eyebrows raised.

"No? Do you find her lacking then?"

Ardemys slowly shook his head as he continued to stare straight ahead. The woman paused in what she was doing with Stefan to look at Rose as she gestured for the woman to turn around and face the Sorcerer. The woman stood and complied without a word and Ardemys knew right then that she was brainwashed; damaged to no return. He couldn't even look at the woman even of he wanted to. He was glad the slayer didn't believe him about the prophecy.

He felt the Ancients were giving him a second chance at redemption for all of the bad things he'd done in his long lifetime. He hated Rose with a passion. How could she expect to exterminate an entire race? To be quite honest, he was fond of the Vampire creatures. He'd encountered some in his lifetime and was always so intrigued with them. So how could she expect him to kill any of them?

So he made a plan to play it cool for now. But he would use the time he had now wisely to try to find a way to escape and to find the woman specified in the prophecy.

But he had to act like he was on Rose's side, no matter how vile he found the Vampire Slayer.

"She's not lacking in anything, Rose. She's perfect." Ardemys said then looked at Rose.

The Vampire smirked.

"Wouldn't you like a woman for your own, Sorcerer? One who would obey your every command and desire?" She asked then snapped her fingers.

Stefan now stood as the woman turned to him and got down on her knees. Stefan was hard as he grabbed the woman's head, pushing her mouth down his length. She did what he commanded of her as he pushed himself deeper into her mouth. Stefan watched the Sorcerer with an evil grin on his face as Rose looked at the Sorcerer as well. They both grinned as all Ardemys could do was not vomit up his stomach…