Chapter 1

Lilith was born in July in London to two unknown people in the hospital; she was born dead and they were told such a thing. Lilith was then taken far from my parents and took her first breath in the arms of a man who was named Cyrus Black who then take the infant to his new home in the States and he would then raise the baby as his daughter. He changed his name from 'Black' to 'Riddell' to hide from his family. Back then in 1988, her 'father' was a evil man, a Death Eater who served a even more terrible and evil man named Lord Voldemort. He was supposed to raise Lilith to learn fight and want to hurt people. Being Voldemort's enemy's first and only daughter, he figured it would be easy. No one expected Cyrus to fall in love with the baby girl as his real daughter and then meet Lilith's stepmother in 1992 when she was four years old. Glory Cross married her father (he told her, Lilith was his daughter and she believed him). Glory had begged him to keep her name the night before they married, Lilith remember that he sighed and said, "Fine Glory, my love. I'll take yours then," she had laughed and hugged him and told him she loved him. "I love you too Cyrus Cross!" The toddler expected that they stayed up most of the night talking and planning for their future with Lilith Riddell…

…Glory raised me as her daughter as did Cyrus. Cyrus and Glory lived together since I was four in 1992 and finally married in 1994 when I was six; Glory and I were told one night that my real mother had died the day after I was born and he never really loved her as much as he loved Glory or myself. As he spoke I crawled onto his lap and Glory wrapped her arms around him… he told us that her name had been Lily. He said he named me after her somewhat and that the first words he said to me were, "You are the love of my life." I remember smiling and kissing his chin since his cheek was too far for me. I was still a four-year-old girl when he told me this, I never forgot it.

Glory and my father married on August 11th, 1994. It was blissful day, I remember that very well. I was Maid of Honour; I beat out Glory's friends and family. I walked with my father down the isle and he picked me up and kissed me on the cheek, he whispered he loved me and I told it back. I would see us saying this when we would watch the home video a few days later. Glory hated white dresses so she had my favourite colour instead: a pale blue and a cloudy white veil over her eyes. Cyrus lifted me up and I pulled back the veil when it was time. The other women who were in the wedding were Glory's favourite cousin and her brother's wife. Then, her cousin, once removed, Samantha who I would give the nickname: Punky. Her parents loved me more then their actually grandchildren- I would find out when they would spoil me in front of them; I shared my toys, gifts, whatever I got to make peace with them. Cyrus told people that the only family he had was me and his friends from work; we were living in GB, Wisconsin when they married and they said the vows on the gazebo that Glory's two older brothers built with their father and my new grandfather. I remember running to Glory before they could kiss and hugging her, she bent down and picked me up and held me as they kissed over me. I made a grossed out sound and everyone laughed; I went to my first ever grandparents and they swooped me up and held me for a long time. Duane and Lynn were my favourite people in my new mother's side. Besides Punky, we were like sisters the way we always got into trouble. My new mother came over to me and hugged me again and said she'd always love me and my father, being six I believed her….

In early 1998 my parents signed the papers that would take my father away from me and leave me with Glory. They divorced and Cyrus signed me over to her in her custody; she had her family to help her take care of me, because he was offered a better job in Los Angeles and Glory wouldn't leave her parents and family. Most live in GB and the Cross's are well-known people because there are so many of them; I had traded my name for my mothers so I was now a Cross as well. My father even kept her name. I also had my sister-cousin Sam 'Punky' Cross, Rick and the twins, Nathaniel and William Cross. Us five were a team in school, we were all generally the same age, with Rick as mine, the twins as Punky's same age; Rick and I were a year older then them, so we took care of them in school and outside of the classroom. After Cyrus left me for his job in California, I never forgave him and ended up hating him more then I wanted to ever do! Glory missed him for months after he left us and during her fit of depression… she sang to me. Well, three months after Cyrus Cross left us, a producer was in his car we were at the park with the infant cousins, Sam's sister and brother, Mona's sisters and brother, Rick's younger sister. There was a total of ten other kids besides us five and Glory.

He heard Glory singing and gave her singing career the next week when he heard her with music playing. She called Cyrus the day after and told him. He wished her luck and reminded that she was responsible for me and she made her mind up right then: to the world she could be known as Gloria and during the school year she was Glory. When I was with Gloria I was a blond haired girl named Lily. When I'm with Glory, I'm myself as Lilith and only Lilith. Lilith Davina-Cygnus Cross. During the summer I have blond hair and my attitude has to be different to keep my identity a secret so we don't get bombarded with people during the nine-month school year. My mother is the same way although she has dark red hair; Cyrus hated that part of her career- having deep red hair. By thirteen I had traveled to over fifty different countries so my mother could perform her concerts and do signings.

In 2003 for the Music awards, Gloria brought me with her for the first time; I wore no dresses or skirts. I was fifteen and had on jeans and tank top with a thinner shirt over it, my 'hair' was braided and I was complimented by some of the biggest actors that year. Bruce Willis, Eddy Murphy, I met them all by sixteen. I even got to meet Kevin Costner when I was twelve, I loved him in his Robin Hood movie; I had the film memorized. Kevin Bacon and I got along great and I asked how he did his role in Tremors and he happily told me about his part and scenes and stuff. Gloria and I became a worldwide known mother-daughter team within months when she came out and sang for the world. By 2002 when I was fourteen I found out that people came to concerts to see me sometimes and I took that as a compliment every time. We would go to large cities and with the profits my mother made news, every summer when she donated most of it to her ex-husband's museum, the Getty Museum in Los Angeles the money was used to renovate and make it more attractive; the museum was my favourite part of the city. I loved it there and would spend a few days with him as Lilith Cross and as his daughter no one looked at me twice when I was myself.

That was the last I saw my father until I would have to go and live there.

In 2004 Gloria made headlines when it was founded that she took pills for her illness, Diabetes. I spent half my time in school, some sleeping and the rest making sure my mother was okay. I knew she could function without me but now I was convinced Glory was my real mother and that Lily, whoever she was, was just the woman who lived in the world and died a few days after some child was born. I forgot about my true mother and I didn't care. My mother's name was Glory and my father was Cyrus. When Rick and I started high school he knew about us by now; Glory and I kept it a secret for as long as we could, but it leaked in our family not long after it started and they agreed to keep it from the younger kids because it would be impossible for them to not tell anyone.

It wasn't soon before long, when my mom was a celeb and I was her daughter Lily. Her meds took care of her and her Music Manger was like my aunt. Ellen did interviews for my mother and I during the school year and she took care of her when I was away for school for eight hours. She was also my publisher.

Also during the school year I worked for the Watchers Council. When I was 16, I was approached by a man who told me he was my Watcher and said that I was a slayer… and to tell the world about that, I wrote about it in first person point of view. I dedicated my books to my Watcher under a fake name and to my mother using 'Glory' only. To the world of literature, I was Gwindelin Rose, my mother knew about my books, so did my grandfather- Pa Duane. He read them to make sure I did everything right and he said I was a 'budding author'. Within two weeks of the release of my first novel, it was number one on the top ten and it won the Newberry Prize award. They take place in Los Angeles, and used my father's house as the home of the slayer who lived with her Watcher whom is also her father. I use the large city for my setting and the slayer's name is Samantha Kyra-Eryn Black. Everything that happens to her is something that happened to me first, except for the being tasted on her first night; that didn't happen to me. Still has not.

But when Sammie was locked in a coffin for two hours, which really did happen to me: I was in the cemetery alone about a week after I was told about my 'destiny', Gareth Homer, my Watcher was running late and I had to make sure to follow the first rule of slaying: 1) Don't Die. I was fighting an upir, who was stronger then me by a lot and he was able to kick me into unconsciousness. When I woke, I was trapped in pitch-black night and the walls were barely wide enough for me, my legs were broken and I was in pain beyond anyone's dream. I wished that he had killed me instead of leaving me in a shallow grave, I had been buried alive. I yelled but gasped right away when the pain was overpowering, my cell phone was missing from my pocket, which meant that I either lost it- which I seriously doubted- or that he went threw my pockets and took what he wanted…. What seemed like a lifetime later, I could faintly heard Gareth Homer screaming my name. I was running out of air and I could barely breathe, I screamed when I heard a tapping and suddenly he was pushing the lid of a stone coffin off, of me. He pulled me out of the coffin and took me to the hospital where he checked us in under false names.

It took me a week to heal, not from two broken legs but because I was afraid of small spaces and dark places; I also feared the creatures that I was supposed to fight.

Okay, finally- the day that changed my life was in February and I had just begun dating a school friend of mine and my mother was on her medications for her Diabetes and at this time Ellen was out of town for an interview in Seattle with a talk show host about Gloria and Lily's summer plans. I was home alone with my mother and it was the day Ellen left, she had gotten her pills refilled for her from a local Walgreen's and I was on the sofa reading and trying to listen to my boyfriend tell me stories about his brothers. I would say things that convinced him I was still listening to him anyway. He finally asked if I was listening and I admitted no, I broke up with him. He bored me. My last boyfriend before him had been a rising actor, a week before I dumped him he told me he loved me; I have never said back to anyone and I never wanted to. Of course, I got a phone call from his father, a director. I hung up on him and didn't answer when it rang again a minute later.

Gloria came into the room with a butcher's knife, I glanced at her and asked what she was doing.

"Hurting you," she whispered. I made myself look up at her, I yelled when she suddenly came at me with the knife and she did manage to get me, but it was a scratch and I hid it from the cops when they were called about a disturbance. I begged the police to not cuff her, they only stared at me and actually didn't. I had cleaned and gauzed my wound myself and put a band-aid on it, it was barely nothing but if they knew about it, my mom would get into even more trouble. I told the trial judge that my mother probably forgot to take her meds that morning and was delusional; I was testifying on my mother's behalf which made the judge concerned and convinced that she threatened my life. I must have said it a few dozen times that she had nothing to do with my choice of testifying.

"Miss. Cross, your mother is seriously ill I cannot permit you, a minor-."

"Excuse me, but I'm eighteen years old, I'm a legal adult." I said trying to be polite; don't ever piss off a judge.

He glared at me and continued, "I cannot permit you to stay with your mother, I know your family well enough to know that your father lives in Los Angeles, California and thus you'll be sent there to live with him until Ms. Cross, your mother, is fit to take you back." I gaped at him and I turned my mother and hugged her, I cried in front of her for the first time in years. The judge watched us and I hoped he would reconsider but when my dad arrived in GB two days later, I knew that judge ruined my good life and home. At least he made it easy for Glory, he put her on three months of house arrest and could only leave the house for groceries, but would have to have a family member with her at all times. My cousin Sam or her father was the one with her usually. Punky went over for me everyday during her lunch, she promised me she would and I believed her.

I took sleeping pills for the plane, I am claustrophobic and I pass out easy in tight spaces. I was asleep before we even took off and woke up with about twenty minutes left; I refused to look at anything but outside the window. I asked for a window seat explaining my reason of claustrophobia and she gladly gave one to me, I thanked her and she smiled. I liked her a little more because of it. Cyrus had probably watched me the entire way there; we were the last two off because I couldn't deal with the crowded path to the door of the plane.

He turned to me; I forced myself to look at him. At about thirty-five… Cyrus were tall, dark, good looking, and head of the Anthropology department at the Getty Museum in LA. Today, he was wearing a cloak and dress shoes. His eyes were hazel and pretty, "You look like your mother." He whispered and turned away, I stared at him.

My hair was a deep red, almost black; it reminded me of dried blood, my eyes were actually violet but changed to emerald green some days. I wore only jeans and a light sweater jacket with a T underneath it, my shoes were black- slip on Sketchers. "I do?" I whispered, he nodded.

"She was a extraordinary woman, Lily was. Brave and loving, cared about people no matter what they did?"

"Did you love-?"

"No and I never will Lilith, never." He repeated. I turned away from him; he hadn't spoken about Lily, my mom since childhood. I turned so he couldn't see my tears roll down my checks every so lightly. The flight attendant was close by and sighed; I didn't want her sympathy, I just wanted to go home to Glory.

He took my hand and stood me up, I felt dizzy so I sat as he got the bags, I took mine from him and I went first almost running. I thanked the woman again and she smiled at me and I hurried off; I found myself hoping that Cyrus fell through the gap between the plane and the terminal. He did not and I sighed, I led the way into the large airport and out again.

Cyrus let me drive to the house then surprised me by saying that I got to keep the car I had just driven. I actually hugged him. It was a dark blue KIA and it was small, but that was all right. The truck with my things was already there; we lived in a house surrounded by trees and from the road to the house, the driveway was a ninety-minute drive. He liked the trees and fresh air, in the back yard was a tree house built in the largest most terrifying looking tree I had ever seen and never wanted to climb. Cyrus helped bring my things in and since it was just him and me, I got the entire basement as my bedroom practically. I do have an actual bedroom, I would just spend my time down there instead of upstairs; I was glad when he actually realized that. He had renovated a few months ago and barely used the basement, it was hard wood floors, extra insulation, new windows and the doors all had locks and the bathroom also got a new toilet, shower and sink. I didn't ask how much it all cost him, he wouldn't have told me anyway so I didn't waste my breath trying to get it out of him. My room was about the size of a small classroom and also had hard wood (my father loves wood, not carpet). The floor was a red wood and very pretty, my bed was a futon, with a set of the actual bed/couch, a coffee table, and even a book case. Although since I'm a reader (and writer) he said he'd build me a new one to fit all my books and things. I thanked and hugged him; he held me for a moment and let me go finally. The walls had a dark blue tint to it, which made it the greatest bedroom I could ever have, the futon itself was black, with dark gray pillows.

He admitted awkwardly, "I hated the pillows, but I got them anyway. I figured it be a waste, guess I was wrong." I giggled and nodded. He put his arm around my shoulders and we went to start bringing things inside. I spent my weekend getting my stuff put away and where I wanted it all, I kept my lap top on the coffee table with two or three books I was reading and I also moved my own movies upstairs by Cyrus's DVD's. Any copies we had, I kept downstairs and would take them to Goodwill in a week or so after I found out where it was. My mother can afford the world and we shop of second hand stores and we go to garage and yard sales almost thee times a month over the summer in Europe, Asia, and America. We buy things from South America and Africa every time we visit. We love shopping together but when alone, I hate it more then frogs. I'm also afraid of frogs!

I went upstairs to see my father's new living room, it about he size of my bedroom and took up most of the upstairs. His house is technically one story but his basement is like a actually floor so it's a two-story house; it was built on a hill so his back door is lower then hid front door and he has no keys, but key-code-locks. I knew the codes was my birthday and I hated that so I changed it to the one he told me it was years ago: August 14th, 1971. My father and mother were very young when I was born. His porch is larger then his upstairs-bathroom, wood of course with two bird feeders, which never seem to empty and I never see him fill them. Sometimes I'll see him put bread or apples and oranges out on them, but never fill them with birdseed. His television is a 36-inch HD TV, with cable and movie and music stations. His own couches are dark red on light brown floor, it's odd at first, but you get used to it quickly; his fridge had the freezer under the actually fridge where you would store your veggies and milk and things. I snuck a peek in the freezer and laughed when I saw the chocolate and Cookies 'n Cream ice cream, my two favourites. He came out and rolled his eyes when I looked at him, I went over to my father and hugged him again, I pretended to cry as I told I loved him and the ice cream. He laughed and we went and sat down and I told him all about Brazil, from last summer. I hurried downstairs and got my photo albums, I had over twenty of them. I told a minor description about each photo he asked about and he paused when he saw a photo of me and Gloria in our 'costumes' he called them.

He sighed and studied her face carefully and for a long time. I whispered, "Dad, I know you still love her-," I hesitated. "So why did you leave?" I asked him.

"She's your foster-step-mother and it against US law for me to leave you with her, but it didn't make a difference and-." He hesitated. "When I found out about her career path, I called and asked her if I could have you come and live here. I've seen documentaries and shows about rock star children growing up around drugs, sex, money, and who knows what else. Your boyfriends over the summer are interesting." I blushed a little and turned away.

He took my face and moved it to face him, the red was gone thankfully. "Dad, I love you more then I will ever love Glory or Gloria. After my mom died, you could have put me up for adoption and let some drunken family take me in and we did alright for four years until Glory came into out lives." He smiled and kissed my forehead, "I love her and you. Honestly I will always love you more for what you did for me when I was a baby; I'll never forget it and if mom was here she'd love you for it too." I kissed his cheek and went to get some Cookies 'n Cream. He followed me and grabbed a bowl for himself and I gave him half of what I got for myself. He ended up taking the scooper from me and dishing him what he wanted. I laughed and we went outside to eat. We talked about Glory and Sam, Sid, Rick and the twins for a few minutes then I starting asking him about my mother.

He said nothing for a long time, the ice cream in his bowl was gone already and mine was melted because I was too evolved in listening. I didn't even notice my blue fingers. "Your mother, Lily… Evans was an amazing woman from when we knew each other. She hated me when I first met her, but we ended becoming good friends to be honest. I never loved her more then a friend and she the same way. She had thick long red hair, the most beautiful emerald green eyes I ever seen. She was taller then you and beautiful. She walked like a god and her voice could melt butter if you gave it enough time." I looked away from finally, "Lily," he continued. "Was top of her class- like you and cared about everyone no matter who it was." He finished just then, cut short so suddenly I looked at him even though I was crying a little. He never spoke about her that much or like that. But he gulped and finished with one thing that he decided to say, "She fell in love with James Potter and they-," he stopped himself, I frowned and used my fingers to clear my face of the tears. I looked down at my bowl and just drank it like it was water. He watched me and grinned. I said nothing to him for almost three hours after that.

I took my bowl inside and took his for him and I rinsed them put the dishes in the dishwasher, there was already dirty things in there so I ran it and also did laundry for both of us. I sighed and felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I pulled it out and answered the text: Hey, how's it going- Punky

I replied that Cyrus talked about my real mother. She called right away and I told her everything as I walked around the yard for an hour as I told her about Lily, the plane and Monday for my first day of school.

"Are you scared?"

"Yes."

"You're a slayer, though, you shouldn't be," she laughed.

I laughed nervously, I told her, Rich, Nathaniel, and William a week ago I was a slayer and I began training them. I hated that I couldn't finish. "Yeah, I know but I mean the crime rate I higher here then it is in GB. It's more common for people to go missing or get killed in this city than over there." I told her, she only laughed and me ad I changed the subject easily. I only began asking about her sister and brother and she happily told me what happened that morning when she caught them playing house. It ended that Sid, their father, grounded them to their rooms and forbad them to play together again for the rest of their lives. Sam's sister Hanna was screaming at her brother (who was supposed to be her son) because he dropped the chocolate and butter. It was bad because Hanna gave him a black eye and Billy gave Hanna a busted lip and a fractured wrist.

We hung up when the dishes were clean and I put them away and began making supper, I cooked when I was bored or just needed too. My rule when I cooked was that you stay away from me, don't bother me, and stay out of the kitchen. It's nice at Cyrus's because he has two mini fridges for soda, juices and some food is in it but the other was meat like pork, steak, and venison from last November when my oldest uncle shipped it to him. Cyrus would probably kill himself if he used a gun. He came from his room and flopped down in on the couch and watched TV until I said dinner was done. We still weren't done getting everything in from the truck so while the food baked for the next hour I went to get everything and bring it in. I found the truck empty; Cyrus told me from the couch, that he brought it all in already.

"Dad," I said. "The lightest box weighed at least forty pounds-." The phone rang and he hurried to get before I did. I didn't even try and he blushed when he saw that, I rolled my eyes and went back to the kitchen nook. He hung up after exchanging three full sentences and turned to me, I was reading my notes for my Mother's Day gift to Glory. I looked up when he placed his hand over the notes, "What?" I muttered and moved his hand and began again.

"I have to go to the museum for a few hours. My team needs me there-."

"Dad that's alright, I just wanted to finish unpacking and I put this all away and clean and stuff. If you get back to find me in bed everything will be in the fridge. This one," I nodded to the refrigerator in the nook. "Not one of the other two," I added, so it was clear enough for him. He has a PHD in Anthropology; it shouldn't be that difficult to figure out.

He nodded and went to get changed, he would tell his team all about me, and I knew it. I hated that.

Author's Note: Lilith has no idea that Cyrus is a Death Eater, I wrote it right away so you knew why he took her in and what the significance was when he started loving her as his daughter. Lilith will find out that truth later.

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