• “Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep, and if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take.” A voice whispered softly inside the dark room. “Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep, and if I die before I wake I pray the lord my soul to take.” On and on the voice went. As though, it could keep the coming darkness at bay.
    “Pray all you want child it can not help you.” A dark voice said as the door to the small room opened. Standing in the door way was the most beautiful man that the small child had ever seen. His black hair fell gracefully around his shoulders, his eyes a dark green, with skin as pale white that had ever been. Standing there any other may have been shaken by his beauty but there was a dark power that hung around him as tightly as the shirt he wore was clinging to his body. Closing her eyes tightly she knew what came next. The bed bent with the weight of the man as he sat down near her. His hand moved her blood red hair from her neck. Just as all the things she had dreamed of was about to come true another voice spoke from the darkness.
    “Really Damien, I would have thought you smart than to touch something that I protect.” The woman’s voice was bubbly and light. Stepping away from the door she smiled her blonde curls fell about her shoulders gently. “Come way from the child Damien and perhaps I shall let you live.”
    “Seven days…you said seven days.” He hissed as he stood up and stepped away from the bed. “Seven days with your family.” Slowly he moved towards the window hoping that there was a chance to get out of the room without a major confrontation. Laughing lightly, she casually flipped her hair over one shoulder. Than bring her hand to her chin she pretended to ponder what he had said.
    “Your right I did say seven days…. Oh did I forget to mention that I never stay seven days in a row? My bad.” Shrugging her shoulders she continued to walk towards him. “Don’t even think about the window darling, I put protections around it, which I doubt even my sister would be able to get around.”
    “Why are you doing this? We had a good thing what is this child to you?” changing tactics he tried to charm her. “It is just a small little human child not worth anything.” Soon the two were standing toe to toe. “Her blood could give us all the power that we could ever need. All you would need to do is the ritual.” Raising his hand he gently ran it along the side of her face. Resting his hand on the nape of her neck he pulled her against him. “Come love, do the ritual.” Raising herself to her toes slightly she looked him in the eyes and smiled. A slow smirk came across his face as though he had won. In an instant his eyes went wide.
    “Why would I want to give you power?” she growled ripping the knife she had plunged into his stomach from his body. He stumbled for a moment before falling to the ground. Smiling she knelt down and cleaned the blade upon his shirt. “Now, now you didn’t really think that I could care for a demon like you.” She whispered harshly as he slipped into eternal sleep. Looking up she saw her little girl sitting up in bed. Walking over to her she pulled her into a gentle hug. “Come on angel we have to get moving.” Placing the small child on her hip she walked out of the room and than out of the house, into the darkness of night.
    Placing the child in the car she fastened her into her car seat. Looking back at the house cast a spell sending the house up into flames. Getting into the car mother and daughter drove off into the night. As the hours passed, the little girl fell asleep as though nothing had happened. Yet, perhaps to her nothing had happened. Leaving her house in the dead of the night was something that she had been doing since the day that she was born. Looking back at her daughter in the back seat she sighed. With the revelation her sister had made to her during, her visit she wanted nothing more than to hide.
    "we were promised to one of their family…” Tempest stuttered. “Since I’m already bound it leaves only you. Especially now that people know that you are alive.”
    Everything that she had been doing was ruined in one moment. But than again perhaps not, it seemed they were all chasing after Nomi. That was perfectly okay, that world meant nothing to her except pain. Nothing had happened the way that she had always prayed that it would. No, nothing at all had happened as she had prayed. Rolling her head about to loosen that muscles that were clenched tight, she sighed. One day she prayed, one day my angel won’t have to move in the dead of night. She will be safe and happy. As the sun made its slow trek up into the sky she pulled into the parking lot of a motel. Getting out of the car she quickly moved to the side of the car and lifted her sleeping child out of the car. It had been easy for her to get a room the woman at the front desk and had helped her as quickly as possible. Serenity, smiled a bit as she laid Gwen down on the bed. The child was a miracle. Serenity was nothing like her name suggested she was her father’s daughter through and through, all hard and violent edges. Yet from the darkness the Gwen had been formed in the child was all light and good.
    “Blood breeds true.” Her grandmother spat at her as she through Serenity from her home. “You are your father’s daughter and have nothing of you mother, and have nothing of this family. Be gone from my sight.”