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Ash

His nagging throat seized the instant he got out of the car. But 'since we've stopped' he thought eagerly - yet still lazily a skill only Ash Redfern could perfect - 'may as well hunt'. He didn't think he needed to; he'd fed only yesterday morning. And off Mary-Lynette, surprisingly, and that usually lasted him about two, two and a half days. But it seemingly wasn't enough in this case. He removed his jacket, although the desert heat didn't bother him he didn't want the fumble of hunting with a jacket on. Quinn turned to look at him. He'd forced them to stop over his 'burning' thirst but the nagging has seized, 'still' he countered himself 'may as well piss Quinn off, look at him stood there so smugly'.

"You can't rush the master, it takes time for me to –"

And then he heard the most unbearably retching scream, if shattered his words mid sentence and rang in his ears. It sounded like Rashel's.

He turned to Quinn who was so frantically confused and unable to move. Ash knew what this must remind him of but Rashel was miles away, in Vegas, at the mansion. Ash had always liked Rashel, she was a human who could keep Quinn in line, which was no mean feat, plus she could fight like a deadly weapon. 'This is not the same', he didn't know who it was , cause it wasn't him, but a small voice entered his head and it told him, 'Something is happening '.

"We have to go back" he yelled, urgency amplified his tone. He was getting back in the car and starting it up with added force, almost breaking the keys off in the ignition. 'It's Starting' the slivery in his head continued, he looked around for the voices source, but when he found it... Ash stood there. His eyes fixed on the form not far away from them. It rippled with the heat of the dessert, if he didn't know any better; if he were human even, he'd have mistaken her for a mirage. But he knew her, never actually met her before but those brown eyes were so full of hopeless kindness, he must be her.

"Get in the fucking car!" Quinn was yelling again, anger seething from his every pore. He turned to see what Ash was looking at, exasperated by this delay. But when he saw Her, he too stopped.

"Dove?"

Thierry

He watched as her eye rolled back in her had. He felt helpless. He had known this would properly come, but he kind of expected a warning, even though he hadn't heard from Blaise in weeks. He should have told them, he should have told her. But the bond was beckoning and any hope he had had of avoiding this, well that was now gone. Thea, who had been down the hall in one on the libraries but had run when the commotion started, put her hands on either side of Rashel's face. Speaking in a low voice she murmured a sleeping spell in her ear.

Rashel collapsed as the spell settled in her head. Thierry caught her instantly and placed her limp body on the bed.

"What was that?" Hannah approached the bed and rested her hand lightly on Rashel's forehead. "We knew she would be mad, but that, that wasn't real!" Hannah was gently stroking the hair from her face now.

"Her head, it was...it was like nothing I've felt through someone." Thea, who was still trying to sense the cause, looked extremely confused. Thea Harman was gifted at many different healing spells, she had experienced a lot though other in order to better her abilities. "It's too dark to sense"

As she spoke she looked up at Thierry. He was still concentrating on Rashel's sleeping form. Regret was tainting his vision. "Excuse me." He left the room, many questioning eyes on him - it had filled up with couples and staff who had heard or sensed to incident.

He retreated to his office, and locked the door. He strode quickly over to the desk that held his latest interest. The troubled past of Rashel Jordan. Everybody knew her basic story of how she came to be a vampire hunter. That didn't interest Thierry, what interested him was the many different foster homes and families she'd lived with. Well, not all of them, just the one. She lived once with a family that taught her all about martial arts, her instructor had been a very skilled samurai named Sensei. He had also been part of The Cult of Veilea.

This cult wasn't like other modern vampire hunting societies. It traced back thousands of years to the age of the shapeshifters.

The Earth will only have four ages.

The Shifters will rule with a cruel iron fist,

Then ensnared by the Witches time shall persist,

Hellewise's own sister will bring about their fall,

Making Vampire vicious and bring fear to them all,

But the Humans will fight, and have great will to stay alive,

The last age will end when the Wild Powers Rise.

Four lest one and you shall fail,

Four lest The Last Veilea and He will prevail.

The Cult of Veilea was originally formed to protect the earth from Night Worlders who wished to conquer it. Thierry had always been a patron to this belief; The Cult's legacy was older than him. This research he had put into The Cult was once purely fascination. But since the Powers woke and brought Soulmates, then Wild Powers, he had begun to decode The Cult with more than just idle curiosity.

The Cult of Veilea were always strong and wise,

They stay rested in the Shadows though out time.

Hecate gift them with a sword,

In the time of the Dragons, it ended The Great War.

The Dragon's were halted and imprisoned in the earth,

Then the Witches concurred led by the Hearth.

The sword and it Powers were left to rest,

And The Veilea waited for the next test.

The Slumber would only last for so long,

They rose once again with the Old Soul's song.

There are Three Rivers that flow though this tale,

The Soulmates, Wild Powers and The Last Veilea

Though the people are frail.

These visions that were passed though the legions were told merely as stories, but now as Thierry read, like he had so many times in the past year, he understood them with a different tilt. The Old Soul was Hannah, and that he was sure of, the mention of the Three Rivers confirmed this for him. Also, he and Hannah had been the first Soulmate pairing.

He had a theory as to why. When Maya became a vampire, the first vampire, she awoke the Powers. Making him a vampire too, it gave him a connection to the Powers. The Soulmate principal works between Night People and Humans, or Night People and other Night People, because of the connection to the rising Power. The Veilea aren't Night People, but they know of it. The Cult that was once feared in the time of the dragons was now nothing more than a myth told through out the Night World. It is widely believed that it was the Witches that trapped the Dragons in the earth and not The Veilea.

Thierry always believed otherwise, he wasn't sure if it was his age, or the fact that he was alive - really alive - when the Withes concurred. The Veilea Cult and there believes were lost in time. Some say they integrated with human society to hide themselves from the vampires, others believe the vampires wiped them out. But he knew this wasn't true.

The Last Veilea, the one the poems speak of, is Rashel Jordan.