Disclaimer- I only own the characters that do not appear in the show itself. Everyone else does not belong to me. -cries-

Warnings- Same as before.

Before I start to ramble I want to thank my reviewers. I'm glad you all love this story. Here is the next chapter for you all! This one contains some of my own characters. And if any of you are like I am, read the the big long italic parts. You will most likely be lost if you don't. Well enjoy! xP

Chapter 4

Ryan's eyelids twitched as he entered REM. His dream was a strange one filled of death, destruction, loss, and the rise of evil.

Ryan stood on a sidewalk, watching a scene unfold before his eyes. A woman was closing up a shop. (The letters on the sign were unclear to Ryan, even as he squinted his eyelids.) Her back was turned towards the empty street in rested on.

"Grover." Ryan had muttered the name softly, not realizing that he had. Scanning the area he noticed an alleyway to the right. It was pitch black, even with the scattered streetlights and store lights. A cold evil feeling radiated from it, concerned Ryan went to check it out, puzzled at the fact that he could sense the danger. He walked a few steps, when his ears picked up a sound; the falling thump of footsteps. Quickly he turned his head back to the alleyway, as a man exited the path completely covered in a black cloak.

"Run!" Ryan screamed at the woman, who had finished locking up the store. She never reacted. The woman had started to walk to her car. Deciding the woman wouldn't listen, Ryan turned his attention to the cloaked figure. He was moving closer taking no sign of the other being there in the middle of the road. A hand moved up towards the hood rim, Ryan stood and watched resigned to knowing that this was or had happened and that there was nothing he could do to change this poor woman's fate. The hood was removed, revealing dark blue hair, artic blue highlights and matching fox ears. The figure turned towards the spot where Ryan stood frozen, revealing pine green pools. One of which closed as he winked. "Who is that?" Ryan asked himself, bewildered. Footsteps met his question as the mysterious man continued his stroll, arriving at his destination. He placed a clawed hand on the woman's shoulder, his hood covering his head once more. The woman turned slowly, fright shining in her blue hues. One look at the figure made her scream, as she fought to get away, alerting Ryan again who had turned his attention back to the alleyway.

"I will not hurt you." The man's melodic voice drifted over to Ryan's ears, who had no trouble hearing from the distance he was at. The woman looked at him stupidly. A soft sigh escaped the speaker's lips. "There is a man who is looking to hurt you, it would be ill-advised to stay any longer. Please…" The words were cut short, by a blood gurgling noise. "It is too late." The man coughed a little more, purposely leaving his mouth uncovered. The CSI in Ryan acted up as he watched the blood drop to the ground, he mentally noted where the man stood and how. "I hope your death is less painful then the other's." His words faded, as his figure slid into a black portal. The woman who had fallen to the ground some time ago just sobbed, muttering incoherent words, as the streets newest figure showed itself, dressed in black like the man before, but something was different. Ryan felt nothing, but danger emanating from the man, this one posed a very real threat unlike the last, whose presence did nothing to alert the brunette. Removing his hood the figure walked, stopping right in front of the blonde haired woman.

"You have nothing to fear, honey. Death will be a blessing, especially with what is about to happen to the world that you hold so dearly." He leaned down, grabbing her upper arm and pulled her up forcefully.

"Please don't hurt me." The woman found her voice at last, though it came out more as a squeak, then anything remotely normal.

"This is will be quick and painless my dear." His other hand snaked around, grabbing her neck. He pushed it downwards exposing her nape. Drool snaked down his lips. "Your blood smells so good." Ryan let out a gasp, this figure was just like himself, a vampire, though Ryan was only half. Closing his lids he tried to block out the noises from the woman as the man lowered his face onto her neck biting down hard. The brunette knew all to well what was about to happen having done the same, but never killed, that would be the one thing Ryan would die knowing. A few seconds of silence prompted him to open his hues. "Don't worry your time is almost up." The woman whimpered from both pain and fear. A knife glinted as the man pulled it out. "This will be the last thing you see, cherish it." The cloaked figure brought it down to the woman's wrist and cut a neat downward line. Entranced by the blood both Ryan and the other man watched, before a hand was dipped into it. Walking to the shop window the cloaked figure started to spell out letters, returning to dip his finger in his writing material and resuming his work. "This is for you chosen one, in due time you will see that." Ryan's world blacked out before the man's job was complete.

Ryan's cell rang loudly followed by his home phone and a message. "Ryan pick up this is Eric your supposed to be at a crime scene with me."

Ryan heard the faint sounds of a phone ringing, but try as he might his body would not let him leave his prison. Blurs surrounded his vision as a new scene came into view. A child's room with pink walls, clouds, and toys of all sorts. A bed was set in the middle, which held a child no older then seven.

"No, they wouldn't kill a mere child, would they?" Ryan asked himself, horrified at the antics of these creatures. True to his words from before a portal opened beside him. He turned almost giving himself a severe case of whiplash. Beside him was the fox eared man from before, bandages around his torso from his last encounter.

"No child, woman or man is safe if you choose to go with these men. If that is what you desire, then think me as no more than an illusion, but if you desire the fall of their cult, then listen well." The man paused waiting for Ryan, who nodded. "You have made a wise decision though it may be the end of you and your mate." Ryan just stared, mouth agape. He had heard rumors that every person had his or her soul mate, but never believed it to be true. "Now don't tell me you don't know about soul mates." Ryan nodded his head no, unable to speak. "Well I don't have much time, in fact none at all. I will contact you after you find out what the puzzle presented to you means." The blue haired man walked backwards into another portal, just as a man walked through the side window.

"The last one, so young and innocent, it makes it just that much more satisfying." The figure had a woman's voice, which surprised the brunette, who figured the cult would be made up of mostly men. He watched as the woman ran a finger down the child's face, softly like a mother's caring finger. The child leaned into the touch, whimpering softly. Slowly the woman removed her cloak's hood revealing bright red hair, like the flames of hell and soft brown pools. She looked familiar, but Ryan couldn't quite place her. Could it be a childhood memory? One that he blocked out after his parents death.

"Come child wake up now, mommy's here." The child slowly drifted back into consciousness, looking around at her surroundings. She let out a gasp as the woman leaned closer to her. "Now, there is no need to fear me child, this will only hurt a little." A smile painted her face, grim, but full of satisfaction.

The child opened her mouth to speak, but found nothing. The woman leaned closer to her, pulling out a knife behind her, which Ryan saw, but the girl did not. "Damn it." Ryan cursed to himself, watching an older woman die was one thing, but a child. These creatures were cruel and would not stop at anything to get what they wanted, at least it seemed that way. The child backed away to the smallest corner on the bed, frozen in fear.

"This will end quickly and painless, may heaven be a better place for you." Something shone in the woman's hues as she spoke. 'Compassion? Sorrow? Guilt?' Ryan ran through his head finding endless possibilities. Before he could find out the knife came down slitting the girl's throat. With her last intake of air the girl drowned, stilling in the silent night. The woman quickly went to work, dipping her fingers in the blood and finishing the message. "It is almost time to rise my lord." Ryan wanted to scream at her, say something, but he was sucked out his dream and into a dreamless sleep.

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Eric had just laid his head down when he received a call the next morning, at least it seemed that way. Two bodies were found this morning, both with the same MO a child and a older woman. His skin crawled. Every CSI hated the child deaths they were just too innocent, but this one was even worse. The writing on the wall had been translated completely showing some kind of message, one filled with the end of the world as humans knew it. And something in Eric's gut said that it could happen.

He was supposed to meet Ryan at the older woman's crime scene. He could thank God for that one, but when he arrived the other man was nowhere to be seen. Figuring that maybe traffic was bad or something along those lines, he started the process without him. Fifteen minutes later with no sign of Wolfe he called his cell phone. No answer. The Cuban wasn't very worried knowing that sometimes the cell phones die or they shut them off, having done that himself a few times. The home phone was next. No answer. He left a message. It was still nothing to worry about though, once again having been late more than once to a crime scene. Another thirty minutes later and no sign of his partner was when Eric laid down his kit and left on a mission.

The drive to the other man's apartment was short so he was there in no time and banging on the door. "Wolfe, its me Delko."

Inside the house Ryan shifted slightly, awakening to the pounding and Eric's voice. "What the hell?" He glanced over at his alarm clock and gasped. It was well past ten, a time that Ryan never slept to before. 'Why didn't I wake up?' Ryan was normally a light sleeper, the slightest noise waking him up, him sleeping through the hurricane his co-worker was making amazed him. Slowly he sat up his cloudy mind analyzing the dreams that the man remembered clearly. Arriving at the door, he opened it just as Eric was about to unleash another hurricane of pounding. "Hi Delko."

Eric was seething. It took over forty minutes of pounding to get Wolfe up. It took all of his control to form words. "Hi? Is that all you can say?" The plan didn't work so well, considering the amount of anger that was released into his voice.

Ryan was taken back. 'What the hell is wrong with him?' "Yes, why? Did I miss something?" He sarcastically spit back.

If Eric could kill someone and get away with it he would have at the moment. He saw white. "I called you numerous times, and you are sitting here telling me that you didn't at least hear the phone, house or cell."

Ryan's hues widened, he thought he heard a phone ringing in his dream, but chalked it up to nothing. Could it have been his house phone? "I'm sorry. Give me ten minutes and we can go to the crime scene together." He moved out of the way inviting Delko to come inside. He took the invitation and walked in, scanning the small living room, kitchen and hallway. "You can sit down on anything, drinks are in the fridge." With that Ryan took off heading towards the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later he was showered and dressed, ready for the day's job. "Okay we can go now." Ryan nervously rubbed out the invisible wrinkles on his dark green dress shirt.

Eric nodded, his angered subsided. 'He looks pretty today.' Eric the ladies man was attracted to the small male in front of him, something about that was still unnerving to the man who had considered himself straight. Following the other man out the door, he stopped at his hummer, instructing Wolfe to follow him.

"Okay." 'I already know where it is.' He thought grimly, his mind running through the images of the woman's death. 'I need to get a blood sample of the one man, or whatever he was.' Ryan had come to the conclusion that the man who asked for his help wasn't human nor vampire, he was something completely different. His aunt was going to have a kick out of it, she always did.

After the short trip both men stepped out of their respective cars, walking and ducking into the crime scene. Eric went to pick up his kit, as Ryan placed his on the ground. Both pulled out a pair of rubber gloves, placing them over their hands.

"What do you think happened?" Eric asked, stepping over one of the two blood pools. The body had long since been removed by the ever efficient Alex.

"She was bitten like the rest, but before another person tried to warn her, she didn't listen. Said person got stabbed, left. The woman died." He ran the scenario through his head, being as discreet as possible. Stooping down over the other blood pool, Ryan proceeded to take samples, he would need them later to find out the other man's species, even if the crime lab couldn't, which he highly doubted.

"Why would you think that?" No one had ever said anything that detailed about a crime scene. Anyone with half a brain and experience would advise against it. Thinking too narrow often ruled out the important suspects and leads.

"I can't really tell you…" The other trailed off, not willing to admit that the lettering behind them was meant for him. He knew Eric wouldn't let this go.

"Come on it can't just be that."

"Look I don't want to tell you, please just leave me alone." Watching the two woman die had taken its toll on Ryan both emotionally and physically. Respecting his wishes Eric left him alone for the two hours they took processing the scene, and on the way back to the lab. Upon walking in Calliegh walked over to them, briefing them on the other dead body.

"This one was a child, her throat was slit and whoever did it left more letters." She shook her head, eyes downcast. No one liked to see children die or process the scene they had died at. Ryan placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry I'm sure you'll catch the killer." He reassured her, knowing it was in vain. Mentally he promised himself and the others that all the people that died for him would be avenged in one way or the other.

"I'm sure we will, but the question is how many more people will die?" She sounded defeated, like the rest of the group.

"I'm sure that was the last one." Before anyone could ask about Ryan's words, all three received a call from Horatio, telling them to meet him in the lab from the night before. "I wonder what it could be." Ryan had only one guess; the lettering from the walls of the last two victims. When they arrived at the lab Ryan's fears were grounded. On the screen was the last of the prophecy.

…the elements, his kin, and to see the future. He shall have but two choices; light or dark. Should he choose the darkness the world will descend into ruin, but if he chooses light the world will be rid of the creatures that threaten to tear the fabric of it apart, with the help of his predestined mate. For either path a guide will be there to help, but beware for one will betray him whether it be from light or darkness, only he will know.

"Who could this be for?" Eric asked. Calliegh nodded behind him, while Ryan just reread the text. He already knew some of it; the visions, the guide for light, and the bringers of darkness. 'But who is the guide for the darkness? And will he be the one to betray me.' Ryan had a feeling, more like instinct telling him that taking the path of darkness would bring him pain and misfortune. 'I will stick with the path of light, for that is what I will always choose, if not for me then my family.'

A wise choice indeed young one. A voice replied, in Ryan's head. 'What the hell?'

Hell doesn't exist in the way you are cursing it, with the path you are about to take it would be wise not to talk of it at all. The voice was enjoying reprimanding his old friend's son. It had been years since he last saw him. Twenty to be exact, but who counted nowadays. Now will you listen to me for the little time I have right now.

'Yes.' Ryan was growing impatient, which was unusual for him, but the situation called for it.

Patience will save you in times to come it would wise to use it. Another reprimand. You should find your soul mate, the one your destined to be with. After that everything will be clear for you. I wish you luck , your father would be proud to see you now. The voice faded away.

'My father?' Ryan had no time to think it over.

"Are you going to take the blood samples to DNA?" Eric asked, his face full of an unknown emotion. Unbeknownst to Ryan, Eric was watching Ryan through his conversation.

"Yes." Hurrying out he made his way to the lab.

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