Authors note – I hope you are enjoying the story so far – please tell me what you think of it (Whether it is positive or negative). I hope it doesn't seem like an overload incorporating magic into the story, I promise it is done with purpose. Well here is chapter 5 (I hope that I will able to make the updates faster) x

Chapter 5 – The Attack

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From transsexual, Transylvania

Christine laughed loudly at Kylo Ren's expression. What better way to express earth culture than by giving him a taste of one of its many subcultures. The Rocky Horror Picture Show was an all-time favourite of Christine's, and to her it was hilarious to watch Kylo's slack-jawed reaction to the antics of Tim Curry as the 'glamourous' Dr Frank N Furter. She giggled uncontrollable at Kylo's look of disgust, "This is what you people call entertainment?" he complained, resisting the urge to shield his eyes. Kylo Ren was a respected Knight, and the First Order were, above most things; undoubtedly conservative. He took another bite of what he found out to be called 'pizza'. To him it was a very strange dish, but was to his surprise rather tasty. Christine had procured one separate to his, called the very odd 'margarita' after revealing that she was what earthlings called a vegetarian; a human who chooses not to eat meat. With every moment that past Kylo Ren learned something entirely knew about the planet, it bewildered Christine how someone who looked like any other human could be so different. She nibbled at her own food, contemplating this. She would love for Kylo Ren to learn all that there was about Earth, and perhaps, in return, he would tell her about the stars. Despite all her power, all the knowledge that she possessed, Christine like so many mortal humans, would gaze up at the stars each night, having to be content to only gaze and to dream of touching them. To her; Kylo Ren was a man of the stars, and represented all the secrets and possibilities of the galaxies of the Universe. Perhaps that is why she had begun to grow fond of his company, even if it was not the best at times. He symbolized the life that she could dare to dream of having.

Kylo was so transfixed on the ludicrous film, that he did not notice the witch staring at him. His thoughts constantly directed to his mission. He felt as though the task at hand would prove as difficult as trying to find a needle in a haystack. He knew, deep down, that he felt hopelessly lost, with no idea where on Earth to begin his search. So many negative thoughts gnawed at the back of his mind, what would happen to him if he should fail? The image of what Snoke could do to him petrified Kylo. Snoke may have spared him once, he doubted that he would be extended the same generosity twice.

"Christine", he finally spoke, "As much as I would love to continue watching this delightful display of a grown man pouncing around in women's lingerie, well actually I don't. Can't we do something else?"

"C'mon man this is a classic!" she protested, mouth stuffed with double doe crust. "Fine", she swallowed, "what do you want to do then, your highness".

"Funny", he sniffed, "perhaps a walk? I am not accustomed to sitting idle this long".

Christine groaned, "uch, you're an active alien". She sighed deeply switching off the TV, "Come on then – I guess we've got to burn this pizza off some way or another".

Christine decided that a walk around the grounds of the Manor was the safest option, considering the borders were protected by magic. Despite knowing this, Christine was uneasy about going into the grounds at night. Since she was a little girl she had been afraid of the large labyrinth that was the centre piece of the grounds. It was huge, and for a mortal human would take hours to solve, in the centre of the labyrinth however was a stone garden of a man-made pond and stone gazebo off to the side with beautiful white roses. In the middle of this small garden was a large altar chiseled from stone, which almost resembled a Victorian consort tomb. Throughout the labyrinth wildflowers grew in some places. Christine as a child would gather and make flower crowns from them.

She threw on a pair of boots, not bothering to tie up her hair. Christine met Kylo in the hall. He stood as rigid as a statue, military training clearly evident from his almost perfect posture and emotionless face.

In the garden, Christine whispered a silent prayer that Kylo would ignore the vast labyrinth, however she was never so lucky as to have her prayers answered. "You people have a maze?" he questioned.

"Uh yeah – but we shouldn't really go in there and it's dark and we could easily get lost and – "

"Don't tell me that you're scared?" he mused. A powerful being such as Christine, afraid of a little maze? The very notion was laughable to Kylo.

"Don't judge me", Christine snapped, "I'm sure even the great Kylo Ren has an irrational fear".

"Hardly. Come on then".

Much to her annoyance; the two entered the labyrinth. It was much darker in the inside, and Christine felt the anxiety begin to swell within her chest. Even with her eyes of a hawk, she found it difficult to see whatever was in front of her. "Okay happy? You've seen the labyrinth, can we please just go now?" There was no reply, she reached her arm out next to her, but found it only touching air. "Kylo?" Again, no reply. Her stomach dropped. Christine now knew she was utterly alone. "Kylo where are you!" she called. Instinct kicked in and the frightened witch broke into a running sprint. She ran through the labyrinth, turning corners, running through and meeting dead ends. "Kylo. Kylo where are you?" she called once more, heart beating against her chest, "Kylo please answer me". Christine knew that she was hopelessly lost and so halted herself, knowing panic would only hinder her further. She closed her eyes, drawing on all that she knew to help banish her fears. Serenity washed over her, she used the fleeting moments of peace to navigate through; reaching the labyrinth's centre. She stepped cautiously, her heartbeat speeding up once more. "Kylo?" she breathed before a rough hand clamped around her mouth. Christine tried to scream as she was spun forcibly to face her attacker.

"You should have seen your face!" Kylo erupted into laughter, releasing her. Christine's ears went hot as she slapped at his shoulders. "You almost gave me a heart attack!" she hissed, "You jerk face!"

Kylo bore a Cheshire grin. It had took him but ten minutes to find the labyrinth's centre, and he could not help but to take the opportunity to toy with her. "It isn't my fault that you are a little scaredy cat"

"Am not!" she huffed, her face flushing a bright shade of crimson, hitting him in the chest, "you're just a bully". Kylo stepped back, taking in the full entirety of the labyrinth's centre. Small bright orbs hovered over their heads. A spell of course, put in place by the Vicomte many years ago. The white roses were forever in bloom and the orbs always emanated light once night fell. Unknown to Kylo Ren, this place had not always been a place of fear for Christine, and once acted as a sanctuary. But that was long ago, in the present; the centre gave her a great feeling of dread.

"Can we go now?" she pleaded, tugging restlessly at her hair, lightly chewing the inside of her lip. Kylo turned to face her, confused. "I cannot understand why you would hate this place so much … it does not lack in ambiance".

"It's not the ambiance that I am worried about", she muttered. Sighing, she stepped away from him, making her direction to the stone gazebo, nestling herself inside. Christine waved her hand slightly, and a beautiful blue nightingale was created from nothing, singing longingly to match the young witch's mood. It gazed at her with its beautiful eyes before taking wing, flying high into the sky. Kylo sensed the change in her and acting out of instinct quietly followed, taking the seat next to her. "My father built the labyrinth for me, shortly after I was born. The spell laced within the labyrinth only allows the most benign magic to work inside – any defensive powers do not work here. My brothers and I would play here constantly, until …" she trailed off, memories shrouding her as Christine reminisced what had been a happy childhood.

"Until?" Kylo urged her continue, his curiosity peaked.

Christine sucked in a breath, shaking her head. "This is where it happened, when I went dark", she replied as unwanted memories now invaded her mind. "My mother used this place to get to me, and now, when I come here all I can think of is her … and the, the horrible things I did". She choked a little, Kylo saw clearly that the past haunted her, however it simply escaped him why it would affect her so deeply. "The past is irrelevant, what happens now is all that matters", he said abruptly. Personally, Kylo Ren did not reflect on his own past life with his mother and father. It had been so long since he had dreamed of Naboo, or his Uncle's Jedi Academy. Christine sniffed, and composed herself. "You're right Kylo … and thank you".

"There is no thanks required, I was only stating the obvious". Kylo preferred not to speak of it, as he knew that it was only a matter of time before his actual thoughts slipped out. His situation had become clear to him; Christine was a being of light, whilst he was aligned with the dark side. If she were to ever discover his true nature they would surely be enemies.

Christine sighed, her usual demeanour returning, however it did not last long, as a shiver ran down the length of her spine, her senses peaking alerting her of nearby danger.

A low growl, a muffled snarl and the movement of soft padded paws. Christine's heart leaped as she recognized the sounds. She scrambled to her feet, sniffing the air thrice before she caught the scent. Eyes began to shimmer gold. "We need to leave", she growled, "Now". Christine grabbed Kylo's hand pulling him to his feet, "I mean it we have to go".

"Why?" he snapped, angered that he had been taken off guard. Christine gulped, "We are not alone".

The two broke into a sprint, running beside one another at the same pace. With each step she took Christine felt the waves of her father's spell hit against her chest, forcing her to run at human speed. What could have been perceived as Christine sprinting with no effort was in fact her constantly fighting back against the old spell. The pair dodged corners ran and avoided each twist and turn. They were being pursued through the labyrinth, and both felt the presence of the creatures not far behind them.Whatever happens don't stop. Christine spoke within Kylo's mind as they pressed forward.

Suddenly, a large wave of the spell slammed against Christine's body. She gave way with a loud yelp as she was knocked violently into a wall and fell to the ground. Within seconds a creature was on top of her. The foul thing was covered in a light brown fur caked with earth and grease. Its deformed features were almost unholy, drool and foam dripping from its wretched mouth, which in turn was filled to the brim with sharp yellow stained teeth. With the beast on top of her Christine was left at an extreme disadvantage, her powers completely useless, she was as powerless as a mortal. The creature swiped at her with a huge clawed paw, missing her chest by a centimetre. She snarled kicking the beast in its groin, determined to free herself. It howled loudly, swiping again with a hit that was more true to the mark. Christine's stomach was sliced deeply as she screamed. Kylo by this stage had stopped and was over viewing the situation. If he fled, he would almost certainly escape with his life, however, Christine's usefulness was too importance to lose, therefore, he would fight. He brought forward his lightsaber, ignited it to life. Christine struggled against the creature on top of her, however the other two were soon approaching him. Kylo brought his lightsaber before him, charging forward, determined to have the upper advantage. The larger of the two attempted to lunge at him, but was no match for Kylo's skill with the weapon. He whirled it within hand and whomp, slashed the creature in two halves. Thick black blood covered his clothes, but it did not deter him. He advanced against the second, plunging the lightsaber deep within its chest. The creature howled maniacally before becoming limp, collapsing to the ground. Kylo Ren finally could direct his attention to Christine, who was locked in a death grip with the creature. She had managed to hold it off without her powers or her unnatural strength. He doubted however, that she could last much longer. He sprinted forward, lightsaber in hand. The creature so focused on Christine was only aware of his presence when it was too late, whomp. Christine almost screamed as the creature went rigid, and head fell from its shoulders, rolling on the labyrinth floor. The large beast's corpse fell forward, its weight almost crushing her. Kylo acting quickly grabbing the best's arm and tossing the body to the side. Christine almost smiled before having to clutch her stomach, silver liquid coated her shirt and the floor beneath her … her blood. She had lost an incredibly amount, and Kylo quickly began to panic. He dropped to his knees, trying to examine the wound, the beast had cut her deep. Just as before he hovered his hand over the wound to heal it, but Christine brushed it away. " No", she gasped, "Won't work, in here. Have, have to get the house". "What can I do?" Kylo pleaded, a small part of him actually fearful for her life.

"Just, help me up", she breathed. Like in the woods before he cast an arm around her, helping to bring her to her feet. Christine cried out, the pain coursing through her. Kylo hardly a fool, knew that she would bleed out before they would reach the labyrinth's entrance. He acted quickly, scooping Christine into his arms so that he was carrying her bridal-style. "What are you doing?" she screamed, his actions throwing her into a great deal of pain. "Trying to save your life", he snapped before once more breaking into a sprint. As he ran, Christine felt herself become weaker, and struggled to keep her eyes opened. She couldn't fall asleep, if she did, there was little chance of her waking up. But as they met dead end after end and a new twist on each turn, her eyelids had become too heavy and her muscles felt as weak as though they were that of a new born. Despite her fighting, her eyes slowly fluttered shut, and she felt the waking world slip away.

"Close your eyes Rey. Tell me what you see".

Christine woke to find herself laying in a field, two suns shining brightly in the sky. Fearful, she immediately sat up, and saw two familiar faces. Rey and Luke. The girl, Rey, sat cross-legged, eyes closed and breathing lightly. Luke stood full height, pacing around her. "Reach into the force Padawan. Tell me what it shows you". Rey's face scrunched a little before becoming still once more. Christine stood up, finding herself wearing a long blue dress, her wound missing. She walked forward almost in a daze.

"I see a girl master", Rey answered finally.

"Describe her to me", Luke replied.

Christine watched her, each small movement in Rey's face reflecting both her concentration and frustration. "She is young. Her hair is brown. Her face is white … but … but something is wrong", she muttered, furrowing her brow.

"What is wrong?"

"Her eyes are closed, she looks very ill, in pain, I think she is dying".

"What else is happening Padawan?"

"There is a man beside her, I think, I think he is trying to revive her".

"Do you recognise him?"

"No. He wears strange clothing and I cannot see his face".

Rey's face contorted once more, before her eyes finally opened. She looked up, and jumped slightly. "You", she said, "You're the girl".

Christine was taken aback, realising that it was her who Rey was addressing. "You can see me?" she stuttered.

"Clear as day", she replied, "Who are you?"

"I am Christine".

"Rey".

Luke appeared startled, however did not interrupt Rey, however he could not see who she was speaking to.

"What are you doing here?" Rey questioned, eyes fixed on Christine.

"I, I don't really know", Christine answered honestly. "I thought this was just another premonition".

"Premonition?"

"I've seen you before" Christine stated.

"Are you a Jedi?" Rey asked, intrigued by the girl before her.

"I don't know what that is".

Suddenly, Christine was taken aback, feeling pain in her stomach. She looked down, seeing her blood seep through the material of her dress. She collapsed to her knees, the people, the field, the sky … all faded from view.

Christine. Christine. Christine.

Christine woke gasping for breath. Kylo Ren loomed over her, releasing her shoulders. She was laying on the couch of the living room, with no idea how she had come to be there.

"I thought you were dead", Kylo exclaimed, "Do not do that again".

"What happened?" she moaned. However her question was answered for her as the memory came back. "Bloody werewolves", she sighed.

"What?"

"We were attacked … by werewolves", she stated, as if to get the facts clear to herself. She then looked at Kylo. "You killed them. You saved my life".

"Call us even then", he replied casually. Christine was amazed by his calmness in the situation. She looked down to assess the damage of the wound, which was absent, as well as her shirt. She immediately turned a bright scarlet, grabbing a throw pillow to cover herself. "Kylo!" she screamed.

"What now?"

"Was taking off my top really necessary?" she hissed.

"Not really no", he answered, only to annoy her of course. He found it strangely amusing when she became angered.

"You're insufferable sometimes - you know that?" she growled, desperate to save her dignity.

"I have been informed".

Christine rolled her eyes. "Within two days of knowing you I have almost lost my arm and almost died, why do I feel like you are going to cause a great deal of chaos for me Kylo Ren?"

Kylo cocked an eyebrow, "I could say the same to the witch in the room", he retorted.

"Well, I'm going to bed, I have had too much excitement in one day, the guest room is yours as long as you're here, go up whenever you want", she yawned, still clutching the pillow in front of her as she left, "Goodnight Kylo", she called.

Kylo sighed, relaxing into the chair. Christine was correct, it had been an eventful day. As always, his mind wandered to the task at hand. His search for the power source had to begin tomorrow. This planet had proved to have its dangers, the sooner he could return home the better. Christine had the right idea, he was exhausted. Healing such a serious wound had taken its toll on him, a night of good rest was precisely what he needed, and this time around he now had his own accommodation, although a part of him would miss Christine's bed.

Christine lay down, resting her head on the soft pillow. She had not forgotten the vision she had, this time, she had actually spoken to Rey. In fact, it would appear that Rey had been having visions of Christine. She had been right, there was a link between the two, and Christine just had to figure out the exact nature of it. Her mind also wandered to a thought that was unnerving her. Three werewolves had managed to penetrate the protective magic that encircled the grounds of the manor. That could not happen. Period. Which meant, someone of great power had let the creatures in. For a brief moment, Christine was afraid, and secretly wished that her father or brothers were home. Although, for some strange reason that she could not explain, Christine felt oddly safe and comforted knowing that Kylo was only across the hall from her. Despite his attitude towards her, Christine now knew for certain that he was no threat to her, and perhaps, maybe, a friend.