Surprises and Explanations

GillianPOV

"Hello, you must be Miss Lennox." My head snapped from the place on the couch where Quinn and Ash has just set Gary down. Gary, my Gary; my Gary that had helped me break free of my shell; my Gary that had transformed me from Gillian the shy, unnoticed teenager into Gillian the vibrant and beautiful witch descended from the line of powerful Harman women… my Gary was lying on this couch, alive, breathing.

I finally took notice of the woman that brought Gary in; she was very… shimmery. She had a long silver dress that glistened as she walked, or made any movement at all for that matter. She had pitch black hair that was done in a very complex up-do; adorned with many different glittering hair pins that created a crown around her head.

"Oh goddess…" I was at a loss for words. So many emotions were running through me at the same time: Disbelief, shock, love, loss, longing… and sheer horror. What was he doing here? He was dead.

"On the contrary Miss Lennox he's quite alive." My breathing stopped. "And yes, it's possible."

"…How?" I didn't trust my voice not to shake so I didn't say it above I whisper.

"Why don't you sit down Miss Lennox?" She pointed to the empty space on the couch beside where Gary lay. "You look as if you might faint." David and Poppy helped me to the couch before my legs gave out.

"How is he here?" I asked, letting my voice get louder; they ignored my earlier question, I don't like being ignored.

"Miss Lennox—"

"Gillian"

She heaved a sigh; obviously she was annoyed… or bored. But I'd be willing to bet that she was just annoyed. "Okay," She drug out the word. "Gillian. Your Gary is very much alive."

"Really? No trick of the light?" I sat on the edge of my chair in anticipating what she was going to say next.

"Yes, really. Now do you want the good news first or the bad news?"

I froze. Good? Bad? There really was a catch.

"She'll take the bad news first." David said wrapping his arms around me; he always knew exactly what I needed. I rested my body against his; it was warm and inviting, my muscles relaxed from the anxiety that had caused them to tense up.

"Gary has one year to live—"

I sprang up out of my chair, "How is that bad? That's amazing!"

"I'm not done." She said solemnly. "He's got one year to live before he's sent back to hell."

I flopped back in my chair, "The good news?"

"He can still redeem himself by helping the Circle Daybreak stop the apocalypse, and when he dies in the time that the year is up, he'll be reincarnated. He'll have a chance to begin again." I smiled. "It gets better. If he finds our princess then he won't have to die… ever. He'll become an immortal Prince; and when it comes times to rule, he will rule our people along-side his Queen."

I looked at Gary and walked over to him. "You'll have your chance to redeem yourself and start over, finally." As I put my hand over his he stirred.

His head lolled to the side as his eyes opened and closes multiple times; his expression was disoriented. Finally after he opened his eyes again about the 5th time, they stayed open. His expression cleared, "Hey Dragonfly," he said sitting up. "I guess I'm back again."

I looked up at him, "Yea, I guess you are."

IPOV

I looked at the girl that was leaning over Gary; her soulmate, who sat on the couch, looked like he was about to strangle Gary.

"Uh, Gillian," She and Gary turned to look at me. "There's more."

"More?" questioned Gillian, "How can there be more?"

"It's not about Gary, it's about the prophecy." Everyone in the room perked up. "But before we start the prophecy, I would like to know who it is I'm address, and vice versa."

"Uh," Gillian looked at Gary; he nodded coaxing her to introduce everybody. "Okay then." She pointed the dark headed male sitting on the couch, "That's David, he's my soulmate." The one whose name was David nodded a greeting. "And this is Poppy and James, they're soulmates too." She turned toward the redheaded girl, who couldn't have been over the age of 18, where she was leaning against the man that, according to Gillian, was her soulmate. "Your turn," She said expectantly.

"My name is Ivy, and I don't have a soulmate, but I do have a mate." Everyone looked at me like they wanted to hear more; I said nothing.

"What's going on, who's this?" Said another redheaded girl that descended down the stairs with her soulmate, I presume, following her.

"Jezebel…" I whispered. Tears sprung into my eyes, I was instantly reminded of my own little girl; the one that I had to give up.

She froze, "How do you know my name?"

I stammered for an explanation, "Uh… you're… very… known… where I come from." I was lying through my teeth; and I was horrible at it.

"Really now?" Jezebel was skeptical. "And who exactly are you?"

"Ivy."

"Okay then since you want to be a smartass,"

Smartass? She should NOT be talking to me like that! I fought the motherly urge to yell at her, that's not what she needed right now; as a matter of fact, it would prove to only scare her.

"Whatare you?"

"I really don't see how that's relevant," I said. "Nonetheless you will figure it out soon enough."

"No we're going to figure out now, because you're going to tell us." She said.

"And how can you be sure of that?" I cocked my head to one side.

"Because if you don't we won't help you find your precious princess; whoever she is." Jez challenged.

I sighed, "Fine, have it your way." I braced myself for their reaction to my explanations. "My name is Ivy Jezabel Luna." Everyone gasped, "Yes the Jezabel you know was named after me."

"Why?" The girl whose name was Poppy asked.

"Because I was… close with her mother." I weighed how I told them exactly who and what I was because poor Jezebel's face was as white as a sheet.

"You knew my mother?" Jez stuttered out.

I turned to her and nodded slowly, "She carried my child." Jez's face turned from white to green.

"Is that the—"

"Yes Jez, that would be the princess I want you to find. See my husband and I went to a hospital and had the baby created in a test tube from his sperm and my egg." Jez looked like she was going to be sick. "Er, should I go on?"

Jez almost immediately snapped out of her stupor, "Yes please."

I was hesitant to continue, the last thing I needed is for her to pass out, or worse freak out. "Okay" and I continued. "Well then we put an ad in the paper asking for a surrogate mother to carry my child we would pay any price. We interviewed millions of people, because of our child's special heritage we need a certain person to carry her; your mom fit the job description perfectly."

"Why?"

"Because she was young, but not too young, healthy, and her husband was a vampire."

"What does my dad have to do with anything?"

"You see Jez our kind can't carry children."

"Why?"

"No one knows, we just can't, but some people believe it's because our the people that created our race their gene pool didn't exactly mix well."

"And your gene's came from?"

"I'm a Pixy, we are the children of Witches and Fallen Angels, and since it was a situation of good versus evil we are forbidden to have children with anyone, but through humans we can inject our DNA into an egg and sperm. The merging process isn't complete though until we inject the egg and sperm into a living human, but it cannot be just any human, it must be a specific human. One that is compatible with our DNA."

"So where does my mom come in, why does my dad make her compatible."

"Because she was his soulmate,"

"So she was compatible with your DNA because they were soulmates is that right?"

"Yes,"

"I don't get it, why because she was his soulmate?"

"Actually it could have been any soulmate, but then soulmates were scarce. That's why a pixie child is only born every few thousand years, and only the King and Queen can have a child."

"Why, soulmates weren't, aren't, that scarce."

"Because it's all a gamble, we need to find a soulmate, which is a lot more difficult than it seems. Then we have to actually get and egg from the woman pixie that's actually fertile. Even then it's a 50/50 chance that the surrogate mother and child will actually make it through the carry time, much less the delivery, and we don't want to leave anyone without their soulmate it's barbaric."

"Okay,"

"It gets worse, even if all of the above goes smoothly the child is going to grow up human and around the age of 16 the child starts to give off pixie scent, and the transformation starts. The period of transformation is the most sensitive of a born pixy, when they're at their most vulnerable. This creates the perfect chance for the hunter demons to sniff out the child and exterminate them before the pixies even know she's transforming."

"That's why you want us to find her so bad, whoever she is." Gary exclaimed.

I looked down, "Yes, I just want my baby back." I whispered laying a hand over my flat stomach that would never carry a child, a single tear ran down my face, I just let it fall.

"We'll do everything we can, won't we Thierry?" My head snapped toward the direction of the intruding voice. It was a blonde haired girl who was looking up at a man, I presumed was her soulmate, with gaze that clearly told anyone who saw who controlled who.

"Sure Hannah, if that's what you truly want."

"Oh Thierry it is!" She grabbed his arm.

"Then we'll help," he looked at me. "We'll do whatever it takes." I turned around to look at everyone in the room, they all had determined gazes. I've finally found my team; I actually believed that we could get to my daughter before the demons got to her.

"Oh and I should probably tell you about the missing piece to your prophecy, the one that foretells the end of the world."

All heads snapped in my direction.