Shiro stood frozen on his place, every of his limbs paralyzed by the sheer shock the words caused.
After Shinji had said them, the blonde had fallen unconscious but stayed in his sitting position.
Now his eyes slowly began to flutter open again and he groggily looked at the two others in his room.
"What are ya doin' here?"
He asked them, ripping Shiro out of his stupor.
The albino fell on his knees in front of Shinji, grabbed the blondes shoulders and shook him.
With frantic eyes he almost yelled the question at Shinji.
"What did you say just now?"
"I said; what are ya doin' here."
"No, before that."
"What? I didn't say anything."
Shiro stopped shaking Shinji, but stared at him disbelievingly.
He knew he heard him say something and he was sure it had been in another language.

"I think it was; 'Ille est apparuit'."
Grimmjow said, while leaning back against the door frame.
The pure blood was glad for the blunettes extraordinary hearing and great memory.
"Shinji, you just spoke in a dead language. No one younger than the Spirits even knows how to do that anymore."
The blonde Vampire rose from his seat, followed by the albino.
"Like I said, I didn't say anything, or better I don't remember saying it. I have no clue what the hell happened after I got up and wanted to grab breakfast. Apparently I didn't even make it that far."
Shinji scratched the back of his head in frustration.
"Anyway, who are the Spirits?"
"Three Vampires with similar abilities as you."

Flashback

Egypt, around 700 a. D.

Shiro had been walking through the wide desert sands for days.
He was hungry, thirsty and tired and had lost any sense of direction.
The albino was lost and he sure would be dead if he wouldn't find a village soon.
The sun burned his skin under the long coat he wore, he felt it blistering everywhere.
His entire body was on fire.
Eventually he no longer could keep standing and collapsed into the sand.
It felt cool against his skin, seduced him to just stay there and take a nap, but before he could give in to the tempting cold someone picked him up.
Shiro could only see schemes of multiple persons, before he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself in a shady place, on a cot and some cups with water, some with blood, next to it.
He gulped the fluids down, before he got up and looked around the place.
It was a small hood he was in, but there was no sign of his host.
Suddenly Shiro felt a presence behind him.
He spun around, just to find three figures, hidden under dark silken garments.
"Who-. Who are you?"
Shiro asked, feeling a bad feeling creep up his spine.

The person on the right spoke.
"We are the voice of the past."

"The ears of the present."
The one in the middle continued, and the figure on the right finished.
"And the eyes of the future."

Present

He had been around 600 years only, when he first met those three Vampires, but it shouldn't be the last.
They had saved his life and shortly after disappeared.
The next time he met them, was shortly after he had killed the slayer Kaien.
Shiro had been desperate, wishing for his life to just end, when they appeared before him, telling him that his time hadn't come yet and that the one he mourned wasn't lost forever.
He had wanted to believe them, but found himself unable to do so.
The last time they met was when they gave him something that his group treated like a sainthood.

Flashback

England, 1720 a. D.

Shiro hurried through the empty, misty streets of London, a slayer was hot on his heals.
The cursed hunter had managed to land a hit on him, as he came from Shiros back,while he was off guard.
Still his bullet missed it's target, but just barely.
The missile grazed the Vampires shoulder and though the wound was just shallow, it wouldn't stop bleeding, nor did his regenerative abilities kick in.
Shiro cursed on the slayer and his holy water, things always get bothersome with each of them.
He had been just taking a late night walk under the shine of the full moon when the fucker came around a corner, and shot him.
The albino felt that the hunter fell back, but didn't slow his run until he brought a great distance between the man and himself, than he turned in a dark alley to hide and rest.
Leaning back against a brick wall and sliding down along it to sit on the dirty ground, Shiro concentrated on the pulsing graze.
Slowly it started to heal, flesh and skin knitting back together until not even a scar could be seen.
A sigh left his pale lips, now he'd gotten a bit hungry and he was tired from running through half of the town.

He dozed a little, till a familiar presence alerted him of someone approaching.
"So we meet again, Illuminas de Luna."
Shiro chuckled lightly, firstly about the nickname those three figures had given him, a long time ago and secondly about their appearing out of turn.

Illuminas de Luna, meant Ray of the moon.
The Spirits saw a ray of light as a child of the star who emitted it.
However, the moon was a reference to Shiros mother, who's name had been Yue, meaning Moon.
Simply said his nickname was just a translation of the truth.

"I wished it would have been under better circumstances, but I fear the slayers get more brash with every reincarnation."
"They fear those who lived longer than themselves."
The female of the three answered.
"We have seen many futures, Illuminas de Luna. We saw yours and we saw ours take hundreds of different paths, but one thing never changed. That is what lead us to you once again."

Shiro looked at the three persons, who hid in the shadows.

By now he knew a bit about them, for example that two were male and the last female, one of the males was a born-turned Vampire, who didn't change into an actual Vampire, but gained the advantages of one, thus as a long life and superhumanly abilities. The other male was of mixed blood as was the female. Though their stand in society would be in the heights of the mixed bloods, they were treated as superior than those of this class.

"You wouldn't mind bothering yourself with telling me what that is, would you?"
One of the males answered his request.
"We saw a future that let us hope and we saw a future that let us fall into despair."
Shiro patiently waited for them to continue, knowing already that they tended to split, what they wanted to say, up under themselves.
"We saw the end of our lives."
"And we saw it happen before the far future would turn either into glory or dread."
"So we decided to give it a light push to the good side."
"Take this and never let go of it again. Etch it into your mind so you'll never forget and pray that you won't be to late when the time comes for our prophecy to fulfill itself."
Shiro took the item they held out to him and did as he was told.

In the next one-hundred-and-fifty years he gathered the other Vampires of his group around him, hunting the slayers to eliminate the danger.
Though he never forgot because it was etched in his mind, he rather hedge a bet, than just rely on the prophecy of the Spirits.

Present

The albino went with the others downstairs, there parted from them, to head over to his own apartment wing.
Ille est apparuit; he has arrived, but what was he?

Shiro arrived at the door of his office.
He really needed to take a look at the reliquary again to refresh his memory.
The albino opened the door to his work place and flicked the light on.
His office chair had his back turned toward him, which was strange since he didn't remember placing it like that.
A presence suddenly appeared and the chair turned around.
Shiro stared shattered at the one sitting in it.

The person looked back at him with a mild smile on his face, that didn't reach his piercing brown orbs.
The male leaned back in the chair, folding his hands and crossing his legs, the left over the right.
He wore a white dress suit and his hair was slackened back.
With a warm baritone he greeted the pure blood.
"Hello, cousin."

Chapter 19
End

Who might be the new character in this play?
I didn't give too many hints, did I, but it should be possible to guess.

Sorry, to let you hang here, but I just love cliffhanger xD
So until next time.

See ya
Shiro Yue