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Aidan slummped against the wall in exhastion and slide down to sit on the floor. When he opened his eyes again Yuuki was saying her good byes and walking out the door. He was the last one out of Desitny's office, but then turned around to head back in.
Sitting at the computer desk he started a search for a decent apartment that he could either rent or buy.

"Looks like I am going to be here for awhile." He said to himself.

After about an hour of useless searches he could feel his head starting to get really heavy and laid it down on the desk. His eyes drifted slowly shut and then he was lost to oblivion.

Still leaning against the pole, Destiny's face was still the same.

"Well you seem to have a different view from the others and if you truely believe that then you have a little bit of my respect. Which is pretty good for someone of your kind. Anyway, have a nice night and stay outta trouble. I would hate for our next meeting to go poorly."

Turning around she started walking towards home again. She was tired and needed to rest a bit.

((and just to prevent any assumptions of “Godmoding” I Pmed and oked this with Bortelex, he even suggested some parts of this post, ,lol twisted ))


“well, I see there will be no resigning with you…I was hoping you would see the truth in my words” Tramer said as he approached the mage, suddenly form out of no were strange dark runes formed on the ground around were Tramer stood, snatching the open box and holding it close to him a smirk grew on Tramer’s face, within secants seven figures dressed in dark robes appeared around the circle, a strange artifact appeared and glowed just over Tramer’s head, “till next time…” Tramer said in a content voice as the artifact grew ever brighter, then with such force as to shake the foundation of the building Tramer and the seven figures vanished taking with them a section of the mages apartment, reappearing inside a old a banded warehouse, shards of wood and drywall flew in all direction as the section of apartment smashed onto the ground, all seven of the seven figure fell to the ground dead the moment they reappeared, and the artifact shattered vanishing from existence, stepping over one of the dead body’s Tramer started to make his way toward the exit.

Tramer stopped in his tracks as he felt icy cold fingernails brush over the back of his neck, slowly looking back Tramer was not surprised to she Rosara standing behind him.

“is see you stole that old gouts treasure box” Rosara laughed, “I’ll assume you understand the danger of several of those pieces of parchment, take the page you require and then I’ll take the rest for safe keeping, dose that sound ok?” Rosara asked gesturing toward the box.

“that I do…and to be honesty I planed on asking you to keep a eye on them anyways…” Tramer replied as he polled the page he needed out of the box, handing the box over to Rosara Tramer quickly placed the page into the briefcase and continued on his way.

Without saying any more Rosara gave Tramer evil smirk and then faded away into a smear of smoke.

Dorenel was taken aback when Tramer rushed to get the box. Dorenel had though little of his speed though it didn't matter much the door was sealed and it could not be opened quickly. But then Dorenel saw that Tramer hadn't planned on using the door to get out. Dorenel could feel the dark magics and he read the runes. This was blood magic. It would severely weaken and possibly kill the caster. As the figures appeared, Dorenel would have liked to strike out at them but he knew that his own spells would prevent the end result. As they left they took with them part of the wall and floor. Luckily the part of the wall they took didn't have anything irreplaceable. Although, one of the anchors for his protective spells was taken and that caused the protections to collapse. Then Dorenel noticed that there was something left behind and caught it before it fell through the floor. It was the Eltean Spike. When ever used the artifact splits itself between the two points. one point is left with one that has the power of the artifact the other is left with one that holds the purpose of the artifact. What was left in Dorenel's study was the one that held the purpose. Dorenel placed it on a desk and started to repair his study and replace some of his protections.


"Sounds fun," Alexa said to the offer. Alexa followed Yuuki out as she left and when they were in the halls of the building Alexa asked, "How are we getting there exactly?"

Pulling out her keys to her door Destiny paused for a moment and closed her eyes. She could feel a few weak vampire auras within a few miles of her home, but nothing to worry about. Opening her door she closed it behind her and locked it. Throwing her shoulder bag onto the chair by the computer she slowly sauntered into her bedroom shedding bits of clothing along the way and dropping them on the floor. When she stood in front of her bathroom mirror all that remained was her black tank and panties.

After brushing her hair out and braiding it real fast she crawled under the soft satin sheets and let out a long sigh. Soon she was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily.

Around three in the morning her eyes flickered open and she barely held on to a tiny shread of contiousness. Before her eyes closed again she saw a man laying next to her, asleep. She was not in her own room anymore but in a long chamber with many diffirent artifacts and treasures decorateing the walls. Slowly she began to fully wake, and got up.

You must be dreaming again Dest, wake up.

She walked towards another wall and was immeadiatly drawn to a suit of gold plate armor with rubies embedded within the metal. She had seen this before, but could not remember when or where. She stood in front of the armor studying it for awhile.

As soon as Destiny heard his voice she knew who it was. Just as she turned towards him her image shimmered a bit and then vanished.

Sitting up in bed Destiny looked around at her surroundings. She was bakc in her own apartment, in her own bed. Running her hands through her hair she closed her eyes. Had it been a dream? She could smell his sent on her shirt and in her hair. What had happened just now? It was at if she teleported herself to him in her sleep. Well that couldn't be it. But still, what if?

Scattered thoughs were running through her head and then ended on the gold armor that she had been looking at in her dream. Dream, yes that is what she would call it. Tucking her hair behind her ears she lay back down and made a mental note to check into it in the morning.

Before she fell asleep she took in another deep breath of the scent that seemed to be all around her. It was and ancient scent. One that sent thought through her mind almost like memories slowly forming out of a thick mist. The last image that rolled before her eyes was that of two pairs of lips meeting in a long kiss.

Irishs heart pounded, she had no idea what was going on around here, she moved silently her form in that of a wolf, her tail and ears percked as she watched and waited for movement. She knew that the leader of the changlings was some one named Dayan Madson she had never met him, nor dose she understand what exactly is happening only that humans are being either in slaved or threatened.

All she knew was she was tired of hiding, tired of wandering the streets alone, her eyes gleamed in the night. Some one was following her, she quickened her pace as she moved, she would have returned home but the person following her wasn't stopping, she began to quicken her pace and so did who ever that was following her.