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Rashel

I woke and found myself back in bed. 'Strange' I thought 'I swear I'd woken up already'. I attempted to sit up but the movement brought the days memories flooding back and the overwhelming mental rush pinned me back down.

The day light that drained in through the window told me the sun was lowering in the sky, almost twilight. I felt exhausted, I'd slept all day but my earlier outburst had truly drained me. 'He's back'... HE'S FUCKING BACK! The sudden rush of anger freed me from the mental pin down, and I shot up in bed. Surprised to find the room empty, well not completely they could possibly talking about other things I wasn't allowed to know. I stomped into the hallway, 'How DARE they keep this from me!' the through radiated through me. Quinn knew, he must have known, but he to let me remain oblivious. I walk down to the main board room; if they were discussing things 'untoward' it would be in here. I rammed open the doors, letting my hatefulness flow freely. But as I entered it became clear the room was empty, except for the head chair. Sat there, feet casually placed on the table, was Hunter Redfern.

"Long time no see, little kitty cat" He said the words in a mockingly friendly tone. His scarlet hair was longer than I remembered it now hung indifferently across his face. 'He's hiding something' that sliver of voice from earlier interjected into my head. I had noticed that the shadows were falling like a blanket over him. "You know Rashel, you maybe my favourite human." I just stood there silently glaring in his direction. I was unarmed, I couldn't attack. "Although, you're not completely human, now are you?" I shocked that he'd know about this, after all I'd only recently found out myself. But my thought was halted as he was begin to stand, and was moving closer and closer to me. He walked lazily, almost strutting. Careful not to let the light catch him. He wore a perfectly fitting suit with an open collar white shirt. One hand was lightly tucked in his trouser pocket; he used his other to drag along the sleekly polished table, leaving scratch marks as he went. The sound was harsh but I had to stay focused.

'Where is everybody?' again the voice informed me of what I was obviously missing.

"What have you done to the others?" my voice I was glad to note didn't show my fear at all, it sounded clear and demanding.

"Why worry about the others, I only came to talk to you." His tone was compelling and soothing. I HATE HIM. "Now Rashel, I need to ask you a few questions and I'd really appreciate it if you were cooperative." He was only an arm's length away now, he leaned against the table, his left side facing me, but he was still cloaked by shadow, and he was looking off into the middle distance. 'He doesn't want you to focus on his face' that I had noticed for myself as well.

"How much do you know about sword combat?" Strange question. I knew many different types of combat and many different sword fighting techniques plus I was trained in the art of samurai, not that I was going to tell him. I remain silent. "Rashel, I can make this easy for you. If we start of on the right foot, well, our eternity together will be that much more enjoyable. Can you imagine spending every day in existence trying to kill me? You need me Rashel." His words made no sense; an eternity together?

'Stay silent, he will tell you what you need to know' so I didn't respond, though inside I was fuming.

"She bound me to The Sword, you know? Not in the same way you are though, I'm using its immortal strength to heal. You could be immortal too, your Spirit is, why not you body? You and Quinn could live happily forever. Do you not wonder what the future will hold for you too? I do. I know, I know, I'm your enemy. But Quinn is my heir and if you were to become immortal, then you two would rule the vampires of the Night World. Side by side, with eternal power, doesn't that sound nice?" He was barging with me. I must have something he wants. I was still confused by the situation, but the voice inside of me encouraged silently to let him continue.

"Its calling you, can't you hear it? The ritual was successful. I'm proof of that. Here I am in your dreams" he mused and toyed with this thought. This is a dream. I'm safe here. He can't hurt me. I didn't dwell on how he came to be in my dreams as had already started speaking again. "It will only obey you Rashel. You're 'The Chosen', it Master" he was speaking as if to someone far away.

"The bond isn't complete yet, and until then I'm only half immortal. You only need to touch it, Rashel, just once! And all its untold power will be yours." He was almost pleading now. He needs me to touch this, sword? To heal him to bring him back. No. I won't. I don't have too. I will stay well away from him and this 'Magical Sword', he'll die then, it was menacing that that thought actually cheered me, and sent a shiver down my spine.

'You should wake up now, I brought him to you; the one you love'

Quinn? "Quinn" I spoke the word out loud this time, still half in the dream. Hunters face turned to me then and I saw what he was hiding. He was truly a monster. His hair had shifted when he sharply jerked his head in my direction and what I saw was half a face, barely a face. It looked eaten away and crisp as if in parts of it may snap. I could see his bone appearing under the thin layers of skin that remained. His eye sockets were nonexistent and right eye ball was completely unguarded. He looked like death himself. I screamed, hoping the sound would pull me from the nightmare.

Quinn

He and Ash arrived at the mansion as twilight was settling into the air. It was a mild night; the weather would be beautiful to walk romantically in, this soft breeze would play with Rashel's hair in a way that made her look dangerous yet irrespirable. This was lost on Quinn though. He'd hardly said a word the whole ride home. He was glad that Ash had sensed this and also thought it wise to remain silent. When they did finally arrive at the mansion, Lord Thierry was waiting at the door.

"She's in your room, be quite though she's asleep." Thierry's greeting was of someone in the know. Quinn had never voiced his concerns to Thierry on the phone, and Thierry never mention Rashel, yet he knew that was where Quinn was so determined to get to.

Quinn entered the room to find his only love lying safely on the bed. Although his worries were far from gone this did assure him some, albeit slightly. He walked over careful not to make a sound, which wasn't hard given he's a vampire. She looked peaceful, but the Soulmate bond was telling him otherwise, he could feel confusion in her and fear.

"Don't wake her" he turned around to see Thea Harman standing across the room. She was staring out though a window. The soft darkness gave an almost blue tint to her corn coloured hair. A concerned and puzzled expression read clearly across her face. "I've been sitting with her, to make sure she was alright. Through her I can feel her pain. But she's not in pain, she's been dreaming."

Quinn noticed she had said the words as if it were strange for Rashel to dream. Which wasn't true, Quinn often though there Soulmate bond silently entered her dreams. He never let her know he was there. He enjoyed seeing her so free, Rashel dreamed often and had a very good imagination. Quinn never dreamt.

"She shouldn't be dreaming because I induced her sleep. In an induced state the mind is in a forced sleep. Not one free enough to dream." Thea answered the question, which must have been clearly written on Quinn's face. "I daren't wake her. The dream she has entered is magically formed. An early exit could cause her serious damage." Thea continued.

'She's trapped' Quinn thought. He tried to enter her head but couldn't. Something powerful was blocking him. "How have they entered her head? Is she safe in there?" He was furious but his voice never overtook the smallest whisper.

"They cannot harm her. She is completely safe. If what she sees disturbs her, and if she knows she's dreaming, she'll wake up." She paused considering her next word wisely. "They only way they could have entered would be through her, or though something she has a Spiritual bond to. I thought at first that maybe you had entered her sleep but then the emotions in her didn't match up." She looked puzzled and continued to look out of the window. Quinn sensed there was something she was hiding but let it drop. Thea had waited with Rashel, she was her friend.

Spiritual bond? As far as Quinn knew Rashel had no Spiritual bond to anything. He didn't know much about these sorts of bonds. Although he was nearly 500 Quinn never took much interest in the witch culture. All he knew about bonds were that; they were form when someone places a part of their soul within and object or person. He was fairly certain that Rashel didn't have one.

That was when she murmured his name "Quinn"; it was the most beautiful sound hearing her call him, saying his name. But then he registered a change in there bond. Her underlying fear was now shifting to full force petrified. Her breathing became faster; Thea was over in a flash hold her palms and whispering spells of calm, but they seemed in vain. For the next moment she sat stark right up in the bed and screamed.

It wasn't a blood curdling scream like before it was more a choked sob, though tears weren't running from her eyes, Rashel never cried. Quinn, in one swift motion took her into a tight embrace. He forced her head to rest in the crook of his neck; his hand stroking her soft hair, unleashing the coconut scent. The other rested on the small of her back. Her breathing calmed as soon as she sensed him. He was whispering words of comfort to her, hoping that his soft coo would ease the pent up fear that still lingered.

Thea was at the doorway now hoping to give them some privacy. She didn't want to wander too far, in case Rashel still needed her. But she had to speak to Thierry. Now.

AN: This isn't the end, I will update soon. I would really love it if I got some Reviews :D This is may first FanFic after all :D