Disclaimer- I only own the SL and the characters that don't appear in the show.

Warnings- Same as before.

Here we are again. I want to thank all of those who reviewed the last chapter. And I hope you like this chapter, and choose to click the review button. The feedback keeps me going.

Chapter 7

Ryan sat in the car for no less than ten minutes, before the familiar rumble of his aunt's motorcycle reached his ears. 'She is just as crazy as ever.' When the bike was parked and shut off, he opened his car door, and walked out. "Hello Aunt Marge." He waved grinning, no matter how crazy the woman was he always looked at it in relief.

"Hi Ryan. I heard you got into some trouble." She walked off her bike, tugging the black helmet off her head. Ryan shook his head, of course she would know, the other man probably told her already. "Let's get inside." She walked to the front door, not caring if her guests were following her or not.

"Hi…" Out of all the times he spoke with the man, Ryan just now noticed he never caught his name. The man just motioned for them to go inside, he would speak then. Glancing around, almost paranoid , the kitsune walked into the house. Ryan followed. "Aunt Marge I have something to ask you."

"About that prophecy right?" Ryan nodded, amazed. The woman always seemed to know what the problem was. Bending down the woman took off her boots, then stood up to straighten her outfit. Ryan's aunt was not a tall woman, but she was fit. Her attire, like today's usually consisted of tight low rise denim jeans, and long plaid button up shirts. The country style never left her, no matter how long she was away from it. Leather was her favorite item, which she wore in the form of a jacket. Thankfully Ryan never picked up on her clothing habits, anyone that knew that Ryan when he was younger would laugh.

"I think we should tell Ryan a little more about how it was passed down, and so forth? By the way my name is Alexander." Alexander had noticed Ryan falter before, then remembered never giving up his name. Walking into the living room all three sat on their respective couches. Marge was not one for curtsey her policy was; if you wanted something, then get up and get it.

"I'm going to get some water. Does anyone want anything?" Ryan stood up, he was nervous about this prophecy stuff. Alexander shook his head no.

"Just get me a water also." Marge shooed her nephew into the kitchen. "What are we going to tell him?"

"The truth." Marge left it at that, leaning back into the couch pillows. The man before her, had become a son to her over the last decade, knowing that he would be put in danger was a lot for her to take in. When Ryan returned with the water's she gulped hers down, fast.

"So tell me the truth huh?" Ryan had heard bits and pieces of the conversation while he was busying himself in the kitchen. Whatever they were about to tell him couldn't be good.

"The prophecy itself was predicted by a famous seer back in the year 1656." Alexander had started at the beginning. The person he was talking about was a good friend to him even today, she would most likely be helping the young man before him, in due time.

Ryan nodded his head, his attention was solely focused on the story before him. He vaguely noticed his aunt doing the same.

"The woman's name is Riley."

"Is?" Ryan couldn't help but interrupt, this was something he didn't think was possible.

"Yes." Alexander raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking annoyed behind him. "She is still alive today, living amongst the secret land of the Elvin people." Ryan's jaw dropped open. "Close your mouth boy, you may catch some flies." The jaw snapped shut. "That's better. Now where was I?"

"Talking about Riley, how is she by the way?" Marge asked, the woman was an old friend of hers as well.

"Good. Now one day on her daily rounds around the castle, she started to speak in a trance. Her mother luckily was right beside her, so no one else saw." Alex stopped, seeing that Ryan had a question to ask.

"Why was it good that no one saw her?" The brunette thought that it would be a good thing. Marge sighed, shaking her head, the blonde hair, coming out of a messy bun.

"At the time it wasn't. Elves were not supposed to have the power of foresight, but that has all changed now." Ryan nodded, his mouth making an 'o'. "She spoke the words you heard earlier today. Soon after her mother recorded them, she left them in a diary, Riley received after her mother's death. After that she began her career having a few more visions after that. The vampires that wrote the messages on the wall, wrote it in Latin, the original language of the elves. True to what it says, they don't know that in order for anything to happen, you must first meet your soul mate, and reach the age of twenty eight." Ryan was twenty seven , but his birthday was tomorrow. He had completely forgotten it in the fray. 'That is why Horatio gave me the day off. Sneaky bastard.' Alexander picked up on the thoughts and smiled. "You will be coming into the rest of your inheritance tomorrow."

"But I thought I already came into it." For a half vampire, one would come into their inheritance at the age of sixteen, what else could be have left.

"Your mother and I aren't completely human." Marge spoke softly, her head down. This was a secret she had been keeping for years. "You see we have faerie blood in running through our line."

"W-What?!" Sure he knew that those creatures existed, but he always thought of them as little glowing balls with wings.

Marge laughed. "Our kind are very rare today."

"I thought you were all little balls of light."

"That is how we were depicted as, but its not true. Most of our kind are tricksters, leaving the people from hundreds of years ago worried. Most of their protective ways worked, but other's like me for instance don't see the fun in that. Your grandmother was one of them as well, she taught us that even though we are not completely human, we should still act and blend in like them, helping when we could." Ryan was speechless. "Some faeries are gifted with the power of foresight, and they don't come into their inheritance until a late age."

"That would explain things." Alexander spoke for the trio as a whole. "Now tomorrow you will most likely get your power of foresight. Is there anything else he needs to know about?"

"You may get wings you may not, but it depends." Marge tried to remember what her mother told her once about wings. Nothing came up. "Having only one fourth faerie blood would mean its probably not a high possibility."

"Do I have any human blood?" Ryan was still trying to comprehend what was being told to him. His whole life was blur to him.

"We can always have your friend Paul do a DNA test." That was true.

"I think we should." Pulling out his cell phone, Ryan called his friend.

"Ryan, what do you need?"

"I need another DNA test done, I'm going to go over there right now." Ryan knew that his friend would still be at work, doing overtime most of the time.

"I can pull some overtime, but it's going to cost you." This was the ploy the man always played when he had to pull favors for any friends. Like always it worked like a charm.

"We can have dinner afterwards."

"Get your ass over here then."

Ryan hung up the phone. Getting up he walked towards the door. "I'm going to get a DNA test, I'll be back later." Marge went to open her mouth, but Ryan expected it. "And don't worry aunt Marge I'm not mad at you. You had your reasons, and I respect that." She sighed in relief. Walking out the door, Ryan got into his beloved car, driving off. The trip to the private DNA lab was quiet, Ryan was not in the mood to listen to music, instead opting to think. With this last revelation he would have to hit the books harder. Something told him he would need help. 'Maybe I should enlist Paul to help me.' His thoughts were cut short as he pulled into the parking lot, and walked in. Ignoring the empty rooms, he walked to where he knew his friend would be. "Hi Paul."

"Took you long enough." A man no older than Ryan turned around, showing off murky green hues. Paul pushed back a strand of shoulder length brown hair. "What do you need?"

"I want a DNA sample, and since you know all about the supernatural I thought you would be the best person to help." Ryan took a seat in one of the chairs, that laid around the room.

"I see how it is." In all honesty Paul knew the statement was true, being a lycanthrope let him know a lot about the different creatures in the world. Taking a swab he walked towards Ryan, who opened his mouth. Sticking the swab inside his friends mouth, he lightly rubbed against the gums, making sure he got enough saliva. "That should be good. Now tell me what brings you here." Taking the swab he cut it, and did his job, while making small talk.

"Well today I found out I was part of a prophecy, am one fourth faerie, and have a soul mate, who is most likely my love interest." Ryan had to vent out his frustrations one way or another, and he figured Paul would be the best person, having gone through the same thing a couple of years before.

"That's harsh." The familiar sounds of the machines doing their work, brought comfort to the man's ears. "Does that mean your mother was part faerie?" Paul knew Ryan's family lineage, or at least he thought he did.

"Yeah. So is aunt Marge." Paul looked at his friend, deciding that the testing he wanted earlier would help his friend.

"You know that test you wanted me to run earlier well the man is a kistune." Ryan nodded, the thought had actually left his mind a few hours before. "And a very old one at that, but I'm sure the man will tell you on his own time."

"Yeah." The two sat in comfortable silence for a little longer, when the machine stoped, Paul gasped at what he saw.

"Ryan you are not going to believe this." He took a seat next to his friend, who was looking up wearily. "Your also part kitsune as well." Ryan's ears perked up at this.

"That can't be possible."

"When we get back to your house we could go over your family lineage. See where there was a kitsune." Ryan nodded, numbly. "Before you freak out, let's get some food into you." Pulling Ryan up by the arm, Paul proceeded to drag him out the door and to his car. "We are taking your car, because I walked here."

"Okay." Ryan slid into the passengers seat. 'Hopefully he can hear this.'

Hear what.

Ryan almost sighed out loud when the voice of Alexander floated through his head. 'Did you know that I am also part kistune?'

No, but it would explain your control over the elements. Be careful, you will be coming into age of two different races tomorrow. I wish you luck, and in the morning I will come and check on you.

'Okay. Will you tell aunt Marge?'

I would wait until you get home. She will most likely pass out. Goodbye.

That was true. Marge was known to pass out when given facts that she couldn't comprehend right away, this would defiantly fall into that category. "Where are we going?" Ryan looked at the side streets passing by them.

"This little Cuban restaurant."

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Eric followed, behind Calliegh in his car. The two had decided on a Cuban restaurant they had been to before. Before they left Horatio had told them Ryan would be off the next day, which was odd because the younger man never took days off unless forced. Something was seriously wrong with him, and Eric wanted to find out. He had a feeling Calliegh did too. Pulling into the parking lot, he walked over to Calliegh, who was waiting by the door. Eric had promised to pay for both, since last time Calliegh did. Walking in they were taken to a table by a window, the area was empty.

"This place is busy." Calliegh wanted to strike up some humor before moving onto to more serious things, Eric was grateful for that.

"Yeah I know. I'm glad we got a table." Both grinned, amused.

"I know your worried about Ryan, you can't deny it Eric." Eric almost dropped the menu in his hand, he thought he had hidden his mounting feelings for his fellow co-worker.

"I guess the gig is up." He smiled weakly, the humor from before evaporating. "I'm worried about him. Ever since the murders started to happen, he's been more withdrawn."

"Yeah." Calliegh was amazed at how observant Eric was. It showed just how good of a CSI he was. "What about the case, did you find anything new?" She steered the conversation away, from their friend successfully.

"We have nothing new." Eric responded, watching a waiter stroll up.

"May I take your order?" The man took out a notepad and pen.

"Yes." The duo ordered their food and drinks and waited until the waiter left, and came back with the drinks before continuing their conversation. Just as they started the door opened, blowing in the chilly air, of Miami nights.

"Paul I can walk on my own." Ryan protested, ripping his arm away from his concerned friends hand. Eric and Calliegh looked up from their conversation, hearing the sound of their co-workers voice.

"But Ryan!" Paul whined like a child. The woman at the podium stared at them.

Ryan shook his head. "A table for two please." He scanned the room, stopping at the sight of the two people he didn't want to see right now.

"Hey Ryan come sit over here."

Paul raised an eyebrow. "Are those your friends?"

"They work with me." Ryan looked at the waitress. "Never mind we will be sitting with them." This time it was Ryan, who took his friends arm, pulling him to the other two. "Hey guys." He sat down, Paul across from him. The waiter from before walked up, both Ryan and Paul ordered. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh nothing, Just collecting my debt." Ryan raised an eyebrow. "What brings you and your friend here?"

"Same thing as you." Paul was laying on the charm, despite having a wife at home. Calleigh blushed.

"Don't listen to him. He has a wife at home." Ryan laughed as Calleigh glared, at the lycanthrope.

"And I thought I hit on people." Eric muttered to himself.

"Paul is worse." Paul mock saluted.

"Yes I am, and that is why the wife loves me." Ryan shook his head, this was what he needed. A place to escape his confusing problems, for a while. The group talked until dinner came, where they ate in mostly silence. After dinner they parted ways. Ryan was intent on going home, pulling out the old tomes in the house.

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