The next morning, Amelia awoke alone in the bed. At first she was startled, and very confused, but soon she remembered. She was alive, after a lifetime it seemed, she was alive. What she would give to be rid of the memories of that night was insurmounable. Every second was engrained in her mind and would never go away. There were times that night that she begged for death, yet its sweet release was not granted to her. She never thought she would see her father again and though he didn't save her that night, he had, in the end, saved her life. Last night her sobs had put her to sleep but she felt safe in her father's arms. She stood up. Her legs felt much stronger than last night. She crossed over into her room to change for the day. Her hair, she quickly realized startling her, was now curly compared to her once straight and smooth hair. As she undressed, she realized that her body had changed significantly. All the bruises, cuts, and scrapes on her skin from that horrible night had disappeared. In their place she realized her body was chisled and more sculpted with muscles than it had ever been in her mortal life. She went over to her dresser and easily picked the mahogony piece of furnature off the ground. "Wow," she says astonished. She laid it on the ground and sighed. Thinks were definately going to be different.

Lucian met with Raze in the conference room and were discussing their options. "Now that I know she is alive and safe, I want to act quickly. Viktor is still most likely affected by the iron poisoning and the transition of the elders may be at hand. As much as it pains me, I have to ask Amelia about her night to see if she remembers anything specific. We taught her to observe her surroundings, she must have noticed something that can be useful. However...I know it will be very painful for her to talk about."

Raze nods his head. "She will have to face what happened some day," he says.

Lucian nods. This was not going to be easy, but it would have to happen. It could be vital to their cause and make her feel like she accomplished something in that night, that she didn't do everything for naught.

Just as they finished, Amelia came around the corner. As she walked into the room, causing Raze's jaw to drop. He thought she was beautiful before, now, georgeous didn't even describe what he saw. Her wounds had been replaced with marble like skin, smooth and flawless. The once straight hair was now slightly curly compared to its once stick straight hair. Her now muscular figure cut through her clothes, yet the curves of her hips and breasts were as luscious as ever.

"Good morning Amelia," Raze says.

Amelia gives him a tired smile,"Hello old friend."

"Welcome back to the land of the living," he says embracing her.

She sighs as she sinks into his strong embrace. "Thank you," she says,"Last night I have never felt so alive."

"And there are more of those days to come," Raze says smiling. Raze captured Amelia's eyes. He had been so worried when he saw her crumpled in the mud and leaves, a lifeless pile of carelessly discarded flesh by those monsters he hated most in the world. Deep in her eyes, Raze saw a slight sadness that had not been there before and then he realized that in less than a week she had been in a lifetime of pain and looked older than she did the last time he had laid eyes on her.

Amelia blushed as Raze held her eyes so intently. In his eyes she saw something that had not been there before. Pity? What did his intense gaze hold for her?

"We are all happy to see that you transitioned nicely," Lucian says interrupting what felt like a lifetime of thoughts for each of them,"The other men were very happy that their little sister has not left them."

"I thought I was gone, but you guys brought me back," she says smiling.

"Amelia, I have something we need to discuss," Lucian says gesturing to a seat. Raze pulls out the seat and Amelia sits down listening intently to her father. Raze exits the room, pulling the doors shut to give them privacy. "I think you know why I wish you talk to you privately," he begins.

"I can guess," she says seriously.

"I know this is going to be hard, but the sooner we do this the better. As we speak we are manning an attack to compensate on what you set into motion," Lucian says as Amelia falls into deep thought,"Amelia," he says taking her hand in his,"I need to know what happened to you..."

Amelia sighs and shuts her eyes. "I knew you would ask that," she says smiling sarcastically,"I know you brought me back and bandaged my wounds so you have a vague idea."

"Yes...it was a very difficult process...but necessary."

Amelia nods. "Well where do I begin," Amelia says sighing.
"Give me your hand," Lucian says. Amelia complies with her father and he gently strokes the back of her hand. Then he slowly turns it. He reaches into his pocket and produces a knife.

"What are you doing?!" Amelia asks nervously.

Lucian holds her hand still,"Your first lesson as a lycan is that blood is our life force. Same as vampires. We live and breath because of blood. If you concentrate or even by accident you can pass memories through your blood. I want you to focus on that night and show me what happened."

Amelia bit her lip and tried to hold back tears. "I will."

Lucian takes her hand and runs the knife across her palm. Amelia bit her lip hard and let a small grunt of pain out of her lips. Lucian watched as a line of blood bubbled from the wound. He brought her hand to his mouth and began to drink her blood.

Immediately Lucian was carried away. He saw himself hugging her, he saw Raze injured that night, he heard Maun and Vex pressure her into a decision. Then he saw a her dressing by the carrages, getting a horse with a vampire, then seeing the castle in the distance. He watched as she saw Viktor for the first time and he felt her fear. He then saw Viktor in front of her undressing her. Lucian watched Amelia defend herself and attempt to escape to only be thrown like a rag doll. He heard her screams as Viktor violated her body and thrust painfully in and out of her. He heard her cry for him as memories of finding her in the woods and spending time together flashed before his eyes. He watched as Viktor came over and over and as her blood covered the bed. He saw Viktor licking the blood off of her barely breathing body then how she was almost dead and carried into the woods. As she laid fading in and out of consciousness he heard the vampires hope that the animals would clean up the remains.

He forcefully pushed away her hand. Tears ran down his eyes. He had felt her raw emotion. Her fear. Her pain. Amelia clutched her palm closed as she pulled her hand to herself. Her eyes were red with tears. Her father now knew every grusome thing that had transpired. She could not meet his eyes in embarassment at her brash and unwise decision. Amelia looks to her father's eyes and finds rage.

"We will make Viktor pay," he promises taking ahold of her now healed hand.

She smiles,"I know."

"Let's start the planning."

***Sorry, I like to build the plot alittle too much, the exciting parts are close at hand!***