t>PROLOGUE: Imperfection

Dyana quickly and quietly walked through the halls of Shands Hospital carefully concealing the small, white bundle in a coat she was wearing over her hospital gown. She used her mental ability to not only distract the doctors, nurses and other patients in the hospital but also shielded her thoughts from her lifemate, Michael. Their minds had to touch on a regular basis. She knew how unhappy and angry he would be if he realized what Dyana was up to.

For the last few nights since giving birth, Dyana had pretended to grieve for their son, who was a stillborn. But in truth, Dyana gave birth to an almost perfect Carpathian baby boy whom she named Gabriel. Dyana was ashamed that she had not been able to give birth to a daughter, but also because she gave birth to a deaf son. Dyana was afraid that the other Carpathians would disapprove of him. They would treat him different from their own children. Even Sara Marten, Falcon's lifemate, had psychic children, though hers were adopted… Human psychics that was stronger than her own Carpathian son… It was unacceptable.

He would be an outcast, as would she, should this ever be discovered.

Plus Dyana could never bring herself to simply take her own child's life. Even flawed, her child still deserved better then to simply be put to death because he was imperfect. So, she decided to do the next best thing…

Taking the elevator down to the floor she wanted, Dyana got off of the elevator with Gabriel still silently slumbering in her arms and hurried on, not planning to waste any more time then she had to. She only had probably about a good ten minutes left before the night nurse discovers her gone and begins looking for her missing charge. It would not be long afterwards that they will discover that Gabriel, her little angel, was missing.

`It helped that Michael truly believed that Dyana actually lost their baby. But, this was only because of Gabriel being deaf. He could not hear his father's mental call, although she was sure that the infant can feel them. Then again, the baby's mental abilities were unusually weak. She had barely been able to connect with him while he had been in her womb.

"Another flaw," Dyana thought to herself, her shame increasing. No other Carpathian woman had ever given birth to a less-than-perfect child…

With a sigh, she quickly found the laundry chute on the third floor and took one last look at her baby. Gabriel had his father's features and his dark hair. But, he has Dyana's blue eyes and pale skin. He was so beautiful, yet still he was flawed.

With silent apologies she knew that Gabriel would never hear, much less be able to remember, she kissed the baby's forehead gently and dropped him carefully down the laundry chute where he gently landed in the bend of soft towels and blankets below. Then Dyana silently slipped away again to her hospital bed to grieve for the son she felt she really had lost.

She would never try for a child again. Despite the severe need for Carpathian female infants, Dyana knew that she was not meant to be a mother. She had tried only to make her lifemate happy… And she had failed at that.

It was not until 8:15 AM that one of the Shands employees found the newborn among the sheets where he was crying for some milk…

Chapter 1: Ravenblack Angel


Haven't we met before
You're some kind of beautiful stranger
You could be good for me
I've had the taste for danger
If I'm smart, I'll run away
But I'm not so I guess I stay
Heaven forbid
I'll take my chance on a perfect stranger.
"Beautiful Stranger" Madonna


Melissande Lovering stepped out of the elevator and onto the fourth floor of the Jacksonville Public Library. As usual, the computer area was not as full on this day due to the movie, Dr. No, being shown. That meant a better chance of getting a computer that actually play movies, music, her chatroom, or a cool downloaded game.
Melissande walked over to the computer scanner and smiled warmly at the librarian. He was a gothic-looking young man that could have been a reject from the band My Chemical Romance. She scanned her card and pushed her red hair over her pale shoulders, using the mouse to click on the computer she wanted. She clicked 'Finish' and nodded at the librarian before walking over to the computer she'd chosen. Ignoring some of the stares she recieved as she walked past, Melissande sat at the fifth computer and signed in. She waited for the programming to load before double-clicking the internet icon and typing in the address to her favorite chatroom, Ravenblack. She typed in her username and password absently before choosing to go to the better chatroom, X Rated-RP on teh modded list.

RedRaven has logged in*

She scanned the user's list before grinning widely. Inumonkey was online.

RedRaven: Hey Inumonkey!

Inumonkey was one of her many friends. She was a young female close to Melissande's age who resided in the moutain region of North Carolina. She and Melissande had been the best of friends since the first day Melissande had logged into Ravenblack.

Inumonkey: RedRaven!
*Inumonkey pounces the Raven*

Melissande couldn't help but chuckle at her friend's silliness.

*RedRaven is pounced and smiles*

She waited for about two minutes contemplating telling her friend about the dark dreams she is having. They had increased in frequency and clarity recently and she wasn't sure why. Just the thought of the dreams sent chills down her spine as well as a strange warmth that were small electric shocks which had now become so familiar to her. Melissande could also feel the speeding of her pulse and the ache deep inside of her like a tiger trying to claw its way out of its cage. She just wished that she knew why she had this strong of a reaction to mere dreams.

Inumonkey: Hey Raven...still there?
RedRaven: Yeah, yeah. I'm stll here. I was...I guess I just drifted off for a second there. LOL! I'm fine.
Inumonkey: You know, you really need to learn how to lie.

Melissande blinked at the screen, amazed at the other girl's perception, though it annoyed her.

RedRaven: I'll take the next few lessons with you.
*Inumonkey chuckles*
Inumonkey: Spill!

Melissande sighed, still unsure if she could explain her dreams to Shannon. She did it anyway, leaving out the more erotic or violent parts. After typing in in all that she felt she could explain and having done so to the best of her abilities, Melissande pressed the enter button, sending the message out into the room.

Surprisingly, it wasn't Shannon or any of her other friends that responded, but another user. A name she wasn't familiar with.

ShadowNobody: Maybe it means that you're searching for someone...or more likely, that someone is searching for you RedRaven.
Inumonkey: The newbie speaks!

Melissande laughed out loud at Shannon's response. However, Melissande knew that what Shannon said was true. The user ShadowNobody had first logged into the chat two days ago and was still a newbie. As far as Melissande and Shannon knew, the two sentences that he'd just posted were the first words he had said to anyone since his arrivival in the City, except the courteous 'hello' and 'goodbye'. She and Shannon had both tried to previously engage him in conversation, but to no avail. He was silent.

But, there was something in the newbie's simple response that pulled at her curiosity. There was also something about the newbie himself which definitely drew her attention.

RedRaven: Who could be searching for me?
Inumonkey: What do you know about dreams?
ShadowNobody: More then I care to, Inumonkey.

Mellissande became even more intrigued as she read his response. There was something in the response which reigned true. But, she also noticed that ShadowNobody neglected to answer her question. Melissande wanted a more private conversation with this user to continue their current conversation with, so she sent him a private message or PM.

*ShadowNobody sighs*
ShadowNobody: What do you want?

Mellissande coud tell by reading the abruptness of the message that ShadowNobody was already annoyed. But, even annoyance never stopped Melissande from doing what she had to do or throw her off. It was a gene she inherited from both of her parents.

RedRaven: I'm sorry about my friend. She meant no harm. And I'm sorry if we did something to offend you.
ShadowNobody: That's okay.
RedRaven: Why don't you talk to anyone?
ShadowNobody: I do talk.
RedRaven: I mean a simple conversation like the one we're having not the simple greetings you throw at everyone.
ShadowNobody: ...I'm sorry. I'm not use to talking with others.
RedRaven: Why?

This time, ShadowNobody did not reply as quickly. In fact, it seemed as if he just completly stopped talking.

RedRaven: Are you still there?
ShadowNobody: Yeah.
RedRaven: Well?

There was another pause and Melissande found herself really getting annoyed with him.

ShadowNobody: I'm just use to being alone.
RedRaven: Ahh...you're one of the loner types
*ShadowNobody chuckles*
ShadowNobody: A little

Melissande found herself smiling at the sent reply ShadowNobody sent back. Strangely, the mere thought of this strange guy chuckling caused her heart to race and the same little electrical currrents she felt in her dreams sent jolts throughout her body. The thought of what he must look like sent her heart and pulse racing.

"Just like in my dreams," Melissande found herself thinking.

Melissande quickly pushed the thought away, finding it foolish and typed...

RedRaven: Or we can be looking for each other?
ShadowNobody: Yeah...that's possible
RedRaven: Can I ask you a question?

There was another pause, this time lasting only two minutes before answering.

ShadowNobody: Ok
RedRaven: Do you believe in destiny.Do you think that it's possible to find your soulmate in your dreams?
ShadowNobody: I...I don't know *Shadow Nobody blushes*

Melissande could not help but grin at the screen as she imagine him blushing. Again, she felt that strange need stirring deep inside of her heart. But she pushed it aside. However, Melissande decided to at least take the topic a little further.

RedRaven: Have you...ever had a dream that...you know...
ShadowNobody: What?
RedRaven: I did not tell Inumonkey this, but in my dreams, I encounter something
ShadowNobody: Don't you mean someone?
RedRaven: No. 'Cause whatever it was seems almost too violent to be human.
ShadowNobody: I'm intrigued. Tell me more.
RedRaven: The something in my dream never says anything znd he pretty much stays in the shadows where I can't see him. He...does thng to me. The makes me feel things that I've never felt before. There seems to be so much violence inside of hm, but when he touches me...
ShadowNobody: Your soul feels like burning and you encounter a need so strong that you feel as if you're dying.
RedRaven: Exactly! But how could you know?! Unless...you've had the same dreams!

ShadowNobody gave me response this time. A few secons later, seh realized the user ShadowNobody had logged out of chat and Ravenblack. RedRaven sighs and goes back to the other chat where she cound that Inumonkey was engaged in conversation with another user. Melissande sighs and goes back to the other chat where she cound that Inumonkey was engaged in conversation with another user. Melissande sighs as she followed the conversation, but kept silent. She could not help thinking about the myterious user and the brief conversation between them. Worse of all, she did not even know his name...

Chapter 2: Scars

If I traded it all

If I gave it all away for one thing

Just for one thing

If I sorted it out

If I knew all about this one thing

Wouldn't that be something?

"One Thing" Finger Eleven

The Carpathian males, along with their life mates, gathered together at the request of the Prince, Mikhail, himself. Michael knew that it was to discuss him. He knew that it had to do with the fact that Michael was turning.

Like all Carpathian males, Michael was filled with inner darkness, capable of great violence. After 200 years, a male Carpathian lost the ability to feel emotions, sexual desire, and see in color. As a result, the darkness slowly spread and consumed their souls. At this time, the only thing they felt was the thrill when they were about to make a kill. The only way they were returned to them is when the male found his life mate, or what the Carpathian males refer to as the light to their darkness, the other half of his soul. Once life mates found one another, the male recites the bonding words. Once this was done, it cannot be undone. They must touch minds and share their bodies often. If they did not, then one would begin to believe that the other was dead and might attempt suicide or what was referred to as "greeting the dawn".

However, no Carpathian had ever been as closed to turning as Michael was once they found their life mate. It is only when a Carpathian never finds or loses their life mate that, in most cases; they become a vampire, the undead and monsters of human legend instead of meeting the dawn. But, that was exactly what was happening to Michael. The darkness deep inside of him had already, slowly begun to consume his heart, feeding off of Michael's own, silent sorrows. His own bright light, his life mate, seemed to now be filled with some of the same darkness which possessed the Carpathian male. Since the lost of their first child, Dyana had not been able to come with child again, to Michael's dismay. Despite Michael's longing for ever having another child, he still stuck by Dyana's side. He did everything he could to comfort and love her. Even in her deep despair, his lifemate remained the only thing which kept him from falling into the ever present darkness.

Just as these thoughts filled his mind, the memories of the dream which haunted him so flashed in his mind in very clear images. The very next morning after the death of him and Dyana's first and only son, Michael began dreaming of an infant with blue eyes and pale skin. The infant's hair was as black as Michael's own. It was wrapped in a blue blanket lying in a laundry bin of a hospital crying almost as if the child was in pain. But, it was painfully obvious to Michael that the child has been abandoned. It simply broke Michael's heart to know this. The child, he quickly realized, was definitely a strong psychic although a male instead of a female child. But, all that did not matter to him. Michael used his own psychic abilities to try to soothe him until someone came and found him; however, the child kept wailing until finally a nurse came and seeing the child, quickly gathered him into her arms and took him away.

Over the next few years, while giving comfort to his lifemate who still grieved for their lost child, Michael found himself happy to just slip into sleep. It was because it was then that he felt more at peace and had less worries. Silently, he watched as the infant who was abandoned by his mother grow older. He silently shared the child's firsts like his first word, his first step, and even his first tooth. He even used his own psychic ability to give comfort when the child needed it. The young boy, he noted, looking more and more like a Carpathian. He did not know why this bothered him so much. The once forgotten child reminded Michael of what his son would have looked like if his son had lived.

The sudden memory of his lost son once again brought back his silent sorrows.

"Gabriel," Michael whispered to himself as if calling the name of his dead son would bring him back.

But, Michael was no fool. He knew that it would do no good no matter how hard he wished he could go back and change it. Michael, if he could, would have traded his own life if only his son could have lived…

"I think we should do something about Michael. He's more dangerous now that he's so close to turning." The lifemate of Alexandra, Aidan replied.

"I think Aidan is right." Julian, Aidan's twin spoke up. "We can't have a vampire running around."

"That will NOT happen. I will personally hunt and kill him myself if he kills." Mikhail vowed, earning a very nasty glare from both Gregori and Savannah, his son-in-law and the Princess of the Carpathians.

"But Michael has not even turned yet! I mean...after all this this time, he still has yet to turn. Isn't his lifemate suppose to keep him from turning?" Maryann queried. She was the werewolf-Carpathian and lifemate of Manolito de la Cruz.

"Yes. But, if you haven't noticed, the bond between Micheal and Dyana is not as strong as it once was. It's a wonder he hasn't turned by now." Lucian stated matter-of-factly.

It was then he noted the glare that Dyana passed his way before drifting back into her own world. Yet, she still did not speak. Since the lost of Gabriel, she and Michael's first born, Dyana pretty much stayed in this state unless it was to only to speak to Michael. However, that was not often.

"I think it has more to do with the simple fact that he hates vampires and detest the thought of them." Michael's brother, Isaiah, responded jokingly.

Isaiah was Michael's older brother and were different from each other like night and day. Michael was more of the silent type while his brother, Isaiah, was silly and more outspoken. However, until the tragic lost that both Michael and Dyana suffered, you never saw one brother without the other. It upset Isaiah that his brother was turning and there was really nothing he could do about it. But, if his brother did turn, then he knew that it would be he who would have no choice but hunt and destroy the monster his brother became.

There were a few chuckles, however, some of the Carpathians remained stone faced.

"The turning of a Carpathian is no joke!" Gregori snapped at Isaiah.

Isaiah shrugged nonchalently. "Who's joking? I was just stating a fact."

Half of the Carpathian quickly tried to smother their laughter as Gregori glared at everyone.

"Michael can stay, but if he turns..." Mikhail warned.

"Yeah we know!" Isaiah said with a wave of in hand in dismissal of the subject. "If you all have forgotten, Michael doesn't even hunt anymore."

"It's true," Byron agreed without hesitation, also concerned for his friend's welfare.

"While none of us are unaware of the loss of even one hunter during this time of attacks on our Prince, we cannot overlook the fact that Michael is lifemated and that what is happening should be impossible. There is only one thing that could possibly be causing this and it's disturbing beyond belief," Sara, the lifemate of the legendary Falcon, stated. Falcon was not in attendance, but Sara and he were bonded far closer than any lifemate couple, save Jacques and Shea. Sara could, at any point in time, dive into Falcon's memories and come up with answers that were beyond her ability to know as such a young Carpathian.

But, hey, everyone realized that being lifemated to a much older Carpathian had many benefits.

Mikhail turned to her with every bit of respect that would have been granted Sarantha, his mother. One did not dismiss the opinion of an Ancient nor their lifemate lightly. "Please explain further, Sara."

"Could either one of them being lying about something?"

The room froze, half of the lifemates looking disgusted at the thought. It was supposed to be impossible to hide something from your lifemate because of the requirement to brush minds so often, but Dyana was a born Carpathian, as was Michael, and had learned at an early age how to compartmentalize their thoughts. To shield certain compartments so hard that even Xavier the Mage could not have breached the areas.

Lying to a lifemate, while distasteful and horror-inducing, was not a complete impossibility.

Although the rest of the Carpathian nor their lifemates noted, Isaiah saw the quick change of expression on Dyana's face before she shut down. This expression suddenly made Isaiah curious, though it caused his blood to run cold.

"Are we talking a casual lie, or something very important?" Isaiah queried of Sara, who immediately got the far away expression that indicated that she was talking to Falcon and they were searching his memories.

The reply was terrifying.

"Falcon says that it would have to be something very important. Something casual, like the color of a dress or something equally stupid, wouldn't cause this. This is bitterness, darkness. This is betrayal," Sara replied.

Dyana's expression turned to fury before anyone could stop her and it was an ugly expression on a woman that was supposed to be the light to someone's soul. "Michael's never betrayed me and he never would!" she growled, speaking aloud for the first time in twenty-odd years.

Isaiah, who had never had a particular fondness or dislike for his sister-kin, pounced on the omission. "So, that leaves you betraying him," he countered easily.

"I would never!" she gasped after a long pause, stunned. The other female lifemates stirred, a bit concerned that one of their own was being accused of something, to them, that was unforgivable.

"Then that leaves him betraying you," Isaiah purred lowly, angered. "And, Dyana, I know my brother too well to believe that."

"Enough!" snapped Raven. "If she says that she hasn't betrayed her lifemate, in any fashion and she believe he hasn't betrayed her, we need an alternate solution."

Dyana's expression displayed a kind of relief that made Isaiah more suspicious and more cross towards her. Where before he truly hadn't cared for her beyond the thanks that she had saved his brother from the long search for a lifemate, he was venturing further and further towards outright dislike for her and her attitude towards this. Could she trulyy be so self-centered as to not realize that, unless something changed, be it tomorrow, ten years from now, or fifty years from now, her husband was going to turn into a vampire and kill her?

"This meeting is adjourned for now." Mikhail said to them all, his own thoughts turbulent with the thought of a lifemate betraying her chosen. No one had ever contemplated that kind of issue before and every male had told their lifemate that betrayal was an impossibility...

But, now, there was evidence to the contrary, and not one of the males liked it.


Chapter 3: Interesting Conflict

Angel of God, my guardian dear,
To whom God's love commits me here.
Ever this day be at my side,
To light and guard, and rule and guide
"Book of Angels" Sylvia Brown

Isaiah was torn between grief and rage. Isaiah's silent grief over the impending loss of his brother was great. However, the accusations of his brother betraying his own lifemate were almost enough to make him want to rip out someone's heart. That someone he had in mind being his sister-in-law. Isaiah was not stupid. He knew that Dyana was lying. Isaiah had not missed the flicker of emotions Dyana showed, even though the other Carpathians and lifemates must have. But, the question was, what was it that she was keeping from them? What could she have done that could mean betraying her lifemate so badly that he had broken almost every bond with her and risked turning?

That was the question that had Isaiah passing back and forth, going over every detail, for hours. He knew that it began right after Michael and Dyana lost their first-born son, Gabriel. It was then that Michael began to turn. It was then that even Isaiah should have picked up on some of the tell-tale signs. However, like all the others, they put it off as grief.

Isaiah bows his head in shame. Even Isaiah, both brother and confidante, should have been able to sense more than just what was on the surface. Yet, he hadn't, and he hadn't dug for the information that could have prevented this tragedy. This crime was a very horrific crime against nature. No Carpathian should turn vampire, much less one with a lifemate, no matter how much of a bitch the woman may be.
Isaiah logged into one of his favorite websites, Vampires: A Dark Alleyway also called Ravenblack after the original 'vampire' on the site. He hoped to relieve some stress, maybe talk to someone that would make him laugh.

*HannibalJoker has logged just logged in*

GoodDoctor: Yo, Hannibal. What's up, brother-man?

HannibalJoker: What's up Doc? I am well. And yourself?

Inumonkey: Hannibal! Long time no see.

RedRaven: Inu, I take it HannibalJoker is a friend of yours?

HannibalJoker: It's a pleasure to see you as always Inumonkey.

*HannibalJoker goes over to Inumonkey and takes her hand, bowing over it as a way of courtesy*

GoodDoctor: I'm good, Hannibal. It's good to see you again, but you caught me right when I was leaving. Stupid classes. -.-;

*ShadowNobody has logged in*

*GoodDoctor has logged out*

*Inumonkey blushes at Hannibal's gesture of courtesy and looked over at Raven*

Inumonkey: Raven, this is the distinguished prankster HannibalJoker, or Hannibal. Hannibal, this is my friend Raven. Well...well...look who's here? It's ShadowNobody. I wondered when you were going to show up again.

Isaiah looked at his screen and instantly felt a pull to both the names of RedRaven and

ShadowNobody. He couldn't hypnotize them via the Internet, but he could gain their trust. He was just surprised at how strong the pull between the three of them just happen to be.

ShadowNobody: Hello again

Inumonkey: *Inumonkey to Hannibal* You’ll have to forgive Shadow. He doesn't say much besides the traditional hello and good-bye.

HannibalJoker : Really? I take it then that he's a newbie.

Inumonkey: Pretty much, even though his vampire is quite powerful.

ShadowNobody: Hmph!

RedRaven: Inu, be nice!

*Inumonkey waves his hand*

Inumonkey: Yeah, yeah. So, had any interesting dreams lately RedRaven?

RedRaven: You mean besides the ones that involves ShadowNobody taking me under the moonlight and making love to me over and over again.


It did not take much to tell that ShadowNobody was probably blushing. However, he still did not grace them with a comment.

HannibalJoker: Wow RedRaven, that's some fantasy! But, from the way Shadow's not responding, I take it that he's not interested. However, I wouldn't mind making that fantasy come true.

ShadowNobody: You keep your filthy hands off of her!


This response was instant and Isaiah as well as the others was shocked by the sudden response since none of them was really expecting grins
Inumonkey: Raven, looks like you've got an admirer

*ShadowNobody blushes*

RedRaven: I believe you're right Inu.
HannibalJoker: You could have fooled me just a few minutes ago.


It was at that moment that Isaiah got a PM from ShadowNobody.

ShadowNobody: Who are you?

HannibalJoker: I could ask you the same thing.

ShadowNobody: I asked first.


Isaiah did not know why he found this person, ShadowNobody, interesting. As far as he concerned, he's probably just another vampire wannabe. But, he felt suddenly drawn to this particular RPer. He was also drawn to RedRaven, but not in the same way as this one.

HannibalJoker: I'm a simple Ravenblack residence who just simply loves to shoot the breeze.

ShadowNobody: Stay away from RedRaven. She's mine!

HannibalJoker: Why should I? As far as I've seen, you don't seem interested in her.

ShadowNobody: She's mine! She belongs to me!

HannibalJoker: Ok! Ok! Sheesh!


ShadowNobody has left PM


Isaiah sighed, a strange, foreboding feeling suddenly overtaking that left the Carpathian male almost drain of mental energy. He did not know why. It felt as if someone literally broke down even the strongest of his mental walls and scanned his every thought without him knowing. It was strange, especially since the only ones he knew who had such mental capabilities required of such was another Carpathian male or a vampire.


The thought suddenly made Isaiah instantly concerned, thinking about the girl and how overly-protective of her he was in the chatroom as well as the warning he instinctively knew was a threat underneath. This meant that the Rper, RedRaven, may be in trouble. Isaiah knew that he had to warn her. But first, he had to give warning to the prince to let him know what is going on. So, Isaiah sent out a polite mental tap in order to speak to the Prince.

This has better be good Isaiah.


Yes. You need your computer to log onto a site called Ravenblack. We may have a vampire or rogue Carpathian, Isaiah informed in a tone of the gravest courtesy and respect.
Rogue?

Yes sire.

I'll check into it.


Then the connection between he and Mikhail were broken. But, he still had a deep feeling that there was more to this then what is in front of them all.

Inumonkey: I think we might of scared your little friend away Raven.

RedRaven: Ha! Ha! Very funny Inumonkey.


But deep inside, Melissande was disappointed that ShadowNobody went away. She was hoping to get in talk to him again. Since their last conversation, Melissande had found herself plagued with the thoughts of the mystery chatter. The dreams came in a much more violent yet arousing state that it left Melissande almost, completely breathless. The shadowed person in her dream still refusing to reveal himself to her, always covered in shadows. Those mysterious eyes drawing her to him in a way she had never be drawn to anyone else. Melissande wanted to talk to ShadowNobody because he seemed so knowledgeable about dreams. Plus, she was hoping to learn more about this mysterious Ravenblack dweller.

ShadowNobody: Don't count on it Inumonkey.
The sudden response surprised Melissande, yet, she found her pulse quickening. The flash of her mysterious lover went through her mind, causing Melissande to blush. Instantly, she became breathless and more heat rushed to her cheeks. Nevertheless, she remained cool and collected as she typed her response to ShadowNobody.

RedRaven: It's good to have you back ShadowNobody.


ShadowNobody: I never left.


Melissande scrolled up the list and saw that ShadowNobody had, indeed, never left. Intrigued, Melissande saw her chance to PM him before he disappeared again and lost her chance for some solid answers. As if ShadowNobody shared her thoughts, she found herself getting an PM from the mystery RP dweller himself.

ShadowNobody: Thanks for the welcome back.

*RedRaven blushing*

RedRaven: No problem. Hey ShadowNobody?
ShadowNobody: ?

RedRaven: I'm sorry if I did or said something to offend you.

ShadowNobody did not reply at first, making her wait a few minutes, almost as if he was simply thinking about what he wanted to say to her.

ShadowNobody: I wasn't offended...just...annoyed...

RedRaven: Why?

ShadowNobody: Why what?

RedRaven: Why were you annoyed?

ShadowNobody: *sighs*

ShadowNobody: I don't want to talk about it.

RedRaven: Why?

ShadowNobody: What do you want from me? I'm answering the questions the best I can.


Melissande was taken back by his abruptness and the fact that he was being a jerk now. Again, the temper that all of the redheads in her family just happen to possess came to the surface. She had to take a deep breath before typing out her next words carefully.

RedRaven: Look, I very much appreciate the fact that you are answering my questions, no matter how vague the answers may be. But, I hate being put off. Every question dealing with you is answered with another question. It annoys me. I reserve the right to know just as much about you as you know about me. Currently, that right is not being fulfilled.

ShadowNobody: I'm sorry. You're right. But...I don't feel comfortable talking about myself on here. I don't find it proper.

RedRaven: Then we can meet somehow. We can find some way to get together.

ShadowNobody: How do you purpose we do that? You're in Atlanta while I'm here in Florida.

RedRaven :Train duh!


On the other end, ShadowNobody shifted nervously in his seat thinking about being around all of those people. The Amtrak station would be impossibly crowded with people going back and forth.

ShadowNobody: I don't think that's a good idea.

RedRaven: Why the heck not!

ShadowNobody: I just can't

RedRaven: I need a better answer then that.


*ShadowNobody sighs*

ShadowNobody: I don't do well with a lot of people.


Melissande thought this through.

RedRaven: Then I'll come to you.

ShadowNobody: Come to me?

RedRaven: Yeah! Why not?

ShadowNobody: I don't think that's a great idea. I mean...I'm not...I'm not...

RedRaven: Not what?

ShadowNobody: I'm not normal.

RedRaven: Like anyone who comes here is. LMAO.

ShadowNobody: *ShadowNobody smiles slightly* Not many, but I mean in another way.

RedRaven: What, are you an axe murderer or something?

ShadowNobody: No. Nothing like that.

RedRaven: Then, I trust you. Somehow, though I know almost nothing about you, I'd trust you with my life. I sincerely doubt that you will cause me harm.

ShadowNobody: Are you sure?

RedRaven: Yeah. It shouldn't take me long to get the tickets. I will be there sometime tomorrow sometime. Just give me the address of where you want to meet.


ShadowNobody thought about giving her the address to his home, but he thought better of it. He felt it was not quite a good idea. Besides, he knew that she probably wouldn't be there long especially after she saw him and knew the truth. No, he rather meet her somewhere else. Somewhere public, however, it is not as public as the Amtrak station.

ShadowNobody: There's a book store here that I always go to. We can meet there.

RedRaven: Okay.

ShadowNobody: I have to go now.

RedRaven: Alright. Take care.

ShadowNobody nods and logs off

Melissande smiled as she entered back into the main chat where she knew her friend, Inumonkey, would be waiting for her. However, she found herself happy and nervous at the prospect of finally meeting ShadowNobody.

Impressum

Texte: The photo used for the cover is not mine. The original Carpathians in this book do not belong to me, but to the author Christine Feehan.
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 26.07.2011

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To Jesus Christ for blessing me. Thanks to my Uncle Rob, My Dad, and Grandma Brown-Brown who is resting in peace for always believing in me. Thanks to my Uncle Seth who remains a mentor to me. A great thank you to those in my family who supported me, my brothers who always had my back, my fans on Fanfiction.net, and anyone who believed in me whenever I could no longer believe in myself.