Fayte
For ceg2_2000

CHAPTER ONE
 I stared down at the bloody torso of the creature I had just annihilated with mild distaste. Even after all these years of hunting and killing it still disgusted me to do things like this. I waved my hand and the body was incinerated, swallowed by mammoth orange flames. The creature screeched and cried long after it was supposed to dead.
 With a little flare, I put on a pair of expensive black shades over my black sneak hood and walked away, the flames at my back. I didn't pretend that I didn't like a little melodrama. I had a flare for it.
 I don't know what the vamps thought they were doing tonight at this warehouse, but I surely put a nice, fat plug in it. They had been keeping two human beings locked up in here like caged animals. For what? I don't know, but I was going to find out. It looked like vampires got hungry because the girl I found had been bitten. She was about nineteen (my age) and the young man with her was maybe one and twenty.
 When I got to the dock where I left my black and silver trimmed Mercedes , they were still there. The man was kneeling over the girl, trying to snap her out of her fevered trance. I instantly felt a twinge of sympathy in my heart, but I quickly stepped on it. Didn't have time for that. If the girl turned, I would have to kill her. I stood over the young man, a silent black shadow. The girl was twisting, sweat covered her forehead.
 "Hang on, Lisa," the young man was whispering as he held her hand.
 The girl's eyes squinted open and she looked at me. Immediately, her eyes widened and she began to huff and gasp, moving her legs as though she could back away. I felt her in my head, digging around for information about my intention. In her haste, she was actually hurting me.
 "Hey!" I yelled, giving her a mental shove so she would stop.
 She screamed in pain and couldn't seem to stop. I wanted to slap the shit out of her, but my itching hand with it's itchy, itchy trigger finger stayed at my side wrapped firmly around my sword. She had looked inside my mind, saw all the things I had done in my young life and it scared the hell out of her. I should have been more particular with my mind blocks, but she caught me completely off guard.
 I hadn't expected to find a Psionic here tonight.
 Psionics had the ability to read minds, pyschics. This one was very powerful. Obviously, there was no way I could stop her from turning.
 The girl was pointing at me hysterically, her finger quivering. The young man finally turned around and looked at me in shock.
 "What have you done to my sister?"
 "Nothing yet," I replied, my voice toneless as usual.
 I opened the car door, grabbed the man by his shirt sleeve and tossed him inside. I didn't have time for this. I didn't need another vampire running loose in this city. I slammed the fucking door when he tried to get out and held it closed using a small portion of my mind.  I picked up the girl by her shoulders. Her head rolled around and sweat trickled down her neck. Briefly, I skimmed through her fevered mind. That man was her brother. The vampires captured them for information about one thing or another and practically beat them senseless when they didn't know what they were talking about. Everything else in her mind was distorted by the fever like a freaking jigsaw puzzle.
 I dropped the girl on the ground without care. She would be a vampire soon, a creature not worth my short-in-supply gentleness. I took my sword from the sheath at my back and quickly made the cross sign. Then I took a real cross from my pocket and tossed it onto the bare skin of the girl's stomach where her pink blouse had been ripped open. The skin sizzled and smoked. I raised my sword, fully about to chop her head clean off when something hot and powerful hit me in my back.
 Wincing, I dropped my sword and stumbled forward. Turning around to see what in God's name had hit me, I saw the girl's brother standing there, a glowing black orb of electrokinetic power floating half an inch off his palm.

CHAPTER TWO
 A Mage.
 Not only was I surprised, I was also pissed. So surprised and pissed in fact that I actually went toward him, fully intending to drop kick his in the face, then give him a love tap in the nuts. He started firing electric energy orbs at me, saying, "I won't let you hurt my sister." I dodged them, flipping and flexing any way I could.
 When I finally did reach him, I flipped behind him and wrapped my arm around his neck. I twisted his arm behind his back so that if he moved too much it would break. What I didn't know was that he knew how to a little charm I like to the switch. In a blur of lines, he appeared behind me, grabbing my arm and twisting it behind my back. He snatched off my sneak hood causing my glasses to clatter to the dock floor. He took off my coat as well. A wealth of back hip length blond hair fading with black ends fell free, illuminated in the moonlit darkness.
 He must have been shocked to find that I was a woman, not the man he had expected. I wore a form fitting black halter cat suit, my arms, shoulders and back bare. I shivered, not realizing how cold it was until now. I wanted my gotdamned coat and he stared at me in disbelief.
 "You're a woman..."
 I snorted. "You're a man," I replied in a smart voice.
 He got over his shock and said, "I won't let you kill my sister."
 "Your sister is turning into a vampire."
 "There must be something we can do," he said, looking over to where I had dropped her.
 "This late after infection, there is no cure," I said resolutely. 12th century vampires are the hardest bastards to kill and even harder to cure when infected after being bitten. I turned around and the girl, Lisa, was getting up. Floating up was more like it. She was rising up rigidly like in some freaky remake of Dracula 2000. Her eyes were completely black, fangs gleamed in her mouth, long and strangely beautiful.
 See. I told you so, I thought, but didn't say it out loud. The girl jumped ten point three feet across the dock just to attack me. I grabbed her wrist and with a little help from my supernatural strength, I held her back. She hissed and tried to claw at me, but I was holding her too firmly. I took her both her wrists in one hand and reached back to get the dagger on my "utility belt". I was fully intending to chop off her head with it or stab it in her heart when there was blast of blinding white light. I knew instantly what had happened.
 The Mage was trying to protect her.
 She hissed lowly and took off into the night. I cursed and put my dagger back in it's place at my back. I turned to the man. "What the hell were you thinking?" I should have been more sensitive I suppose. She was his sister. I picked up my coat, shades, and sword then walked over to the Mercedes. "Get in," I said without looking at him.
 I started up the car and waited for him to get in on the passenger side. I drove down the dock and back onto the street. He sat next to me, looking tramatized, the orange glow from the street lights ran over him, making shadows over the both of us. I shouldn't have been so hard on him.

CHAPTER THREE
 It was truly a curse to be of vampire blood. I had a little in me, not much. The world turns on you after they create you. I am a Knyght, one with the blood and training and skill for hunting, tracking, and killing. I grew up, an orphan, in the slums after my mother was killed by vampires and my father was killed by vampire hunters. After that life became absolute shit.
 I was taken in by this rich family when I was twelve. Little did I know, they were a group exiled Mages. They experimented on me with their powers. I ended up being half Knyght and half Psionic, a deadly mix. I found out the sick bastards planned it. They were the reason I didn't have parents and the ends of my hair were black and not blond like the rest of it. I killed them, all of them except one, their daughter, who they tried to convince me was my brother, disguising her with one of their spells. I've looking for her, but I haven't been able to find her. After that I never trusted Mages, good or bad, happy or sad.
 "Who are you? What's your name?" The man asked suddenly.
 My grip on the steering wheel increased. "Why do you want to know?"
 "I'd like to thank my hero, that's all." He paused before saying, "My name is Samuel. People call me Rayden."
 "God of thunder and lightning. It suits you," I said, glancing at his stormy gray eyes.
 "Lightning orbs are my specialty."
 "I know. I remember getting hit in the back with one of them," I said emotionlessly.
 "Sorry about that." There was another pause. "What's your name?" he asked again.
 Determination. I liked that. "Fayte(Fate)." That's all I said, all I needed to say.
 "Thanks for saving me and...my-my sister tonight. What exactly were you doing there?"
 "I don't mean to sound corny, but if I tell you, I'd have to kill you." What I didn't want to say was this:
 I work for a secret agency called Obsidian. The boss, Rajah, took me in when after I killed those Mages, trained me, clothed me, became my family. I don't like to call myself "part of the team". I'm not the sit still and play nice type. I do what I want when I want to do it, no questions. The secret agency is one of the elite special forces in containing what the goverenment likes to call "an incident". There are many agents there, but only one like me. They choose me to take care of the dirtiest messes and I work alone.
 "Where do you live?" I asked, turning onto Dark/Been Street.
 Rayden looked ahead at the street rolling pass. I noticed the purplish bruises on his neck and arms, one fading on his jaw. "They trashed when they took us. It's a mess. One of them told me when they knew you were coming that they would come looking for me and Lisa if we go away or go back there."
 Figures. They always have a backup plan. "I guess you'll have to come home with me then." Continuing down Dark, we came to some not-too-bad-looking apartments. What could say? I grew up in the slums and the slums was where I felt comfortable. (My mansion is near Outer Realm's Park.)
 I parked and led Rayden upstairs to the best apartment in the neighborhood-mine. Somewhere close, someone was bumping Snoop Dogg "Gin and Juice" and I stopped briefly to bob my head. I unlocked my door and stepped inside, telling Rayden to shut the door and lock it tight.
 "Damn."
 He turned around. "What?"
 "Those boys down the street jacked my sofa." When they did steal from me, they didn't steal much. They knew I knew where they lived. "You can sleep in my bed. You need to rest." I went to a corner and unclipped my utility belt and sword. Both items dropped to the floor with a loud clunk. I crossed my arms over my chest hanging on by my shoulders, closed my eyes and leaned forward on my toes as though I were going to fall over. I stayed in that position.
 "That's it? You're going to sleep like that? Fayte, you sleep in the bed. I'll just sleep on the floor."
 I didn't say anything. I was trying to gain my inner calm.
 "Fayte? Please sleep in the bed."
 "I was trained to sleep like this, standing up, understand? I prefer sleeping like this. You're bruised and you need rest. Get-in-the-fucking bed." My eyes slithered open, the darkest cerulean blue. For the first time, I noticed how fine Rayden was. He was lean and muscular, tall with short brown hair. I closed my eyes again, willing the image away.
 "That's it? No kiss good night?" He said and I realized he was playing with me.
 My eyes slithered open again. "Food's in the 'frige. Enjoy. Bathroom's on the right, kitchen on the left. Sorry, no mints on the pillows." My eyes closed and I heard him walk into the bedroom and I knew he was shaking his head.
 
 I could hear a heartbeat close by. My mind registered the fact like computer. Moving with the under superior preternatural speed of my vampiric blood, I grab my combat knife from the utility belt at my feet, wrapped my arm around someone's neck and put the knife to his jugular.
 "Relax, Fayte! It's me! Rayden."
 As they rarely did, my vampiric senses overtook me. I smelled him, breathing in his scent, my nose ran the length of his neck. His hard body was tense under my tight ass hold. Slowly, I released him, getting my senses over control. "Don't sneak up on me. You might just find yourself in a serious condition of dead if you do it again."
 "Sorry." He rubbed his throat. "What's on the agenda?" He had a cup of coffee in his hand.
 My gaze ran over him and I accidentally raised an eyebrow. He was naked except for my towel wrapped around his waist. The only scars that marred his tan skin was a long scar that curved around his left breast bone, then extended to his right ribs and curved around to join with wear the scar began and the purplish bruises. I looked away from him and you can guess why because I won't even think it.
 I moved and his muscles bunched. I smiled my seductive smile. At least my vampire allure was good for something. "We aren't going anywhere. You're staying here and getting rested up, Mage." I went into the bedroom and closed the door in his face.
 His voice came muffled through it. "I'm fine, Fayte. I've done a healing charm and the bruises should be fading anytime now."
 I rolled my eyes and began to change my clothes. "What did they want with you and your sister?"
 "We are part of the Amarchtu. We were trying to complete our circle, but...they captured us. She's the Psionic and, of course, I'm the Mage."
 I paused putting my shirt over my head and continued. I changed my mind and put on my favorite "assesorized" blouse. The Amarchtu was a circle that consisted of one Psionic, one Knyght, and one Mage. It is said that there are certain Mages. Knyghts, and Psionics for one circle. I never joined "the group". I was independent. I didn't need anyone. "That's not unusual. More circles, the more dead vampires there are. It's a Supernatural Law Enforcement thing."
 "I'm going with you."
 I could here him putting on his clothes in the other room. My fists clenched. I didn't want to bring a sidekick with me, but as I added up the facts I realized that he was in fact a Mage and he would probably be able to get out of the apartment using his power no matter how many ways I mentally booby trapped it. Wearing black silk blouse, knee length leather boots, and a nice tight, short skirt, with my best and most expensive pair of shades on, I stepped out of the room. "Don't get in my way." He looked at me, trying to hold back a smile, fire dancing gray smoke in his eyes. With a thought, I staightened the black ends of my blond-hair, making the whole lot of it shiny.
 "Where are we going?" he asked.
 I realized he was wearing a new outfit. Magic, I thought. That was the only explanation. I went to the corner, strapped on my "utility belt" and my sword. "Wrath."

CHAPTER FOUR
 He choked on the last bit of coffee he'd been consuming. "Wrath! Do you have some kind of a death wish?"
 Wrath was a dance club/fighting arena(on the lower floors) where mostly vampires hung out. If you couldn't find it, then you never would; it was located at the Cross Realm, the Realm of Eternal Darkness. Sun never came up and the full moon never waned. Humans who went in were not very likely to come out. Luckily, I was not completely human, a little bit of vampire in me, Knyght and Psionic. Rayden was a Mage although still human, but that counted for something. "I would never go anywhere unprepared. Let's go. Oh, yeah, first we've got to go by my house near Outer Realm's Park."
 Downstairs in a hidden garage that folk was either too stupid or busy to notice, I kept my Mercedes. That was the only car I kept around here. Once inside, I turned on my "Adagio for Strings" CD, music from the movie Platoon.. The lull of violins, cellos, and violas comforted me and boosted my melodramatic nature. It made me what to build my guns into violin cases like some new version of Desperado.
 It was a little drive to get to near the park, but I made it. My house was huge and I wasn't afraid to say it. The size of the mansion has to do with the overly large garage at the base of it. I had it modeled after the castle-like home of Nyte Winslow (who was, well, a Knyght) and actually lived in Outer Realm's Park on private grounds.
 Rayden gawked. "This is your house?" He gave a low whistle.
 I took out a little button thingy from the glove compartment and pressed it once I drove around to the side of the mansion. The wall rose up and I entered what I had affectionately come to call "The Bat Cave". Alfred, I'm coming home. The garage was lit by bright ceiling lights, which contrasted with the gray walls. I drove into the center isle, in the mists of fifties upon fifties of motorcycles and cars. I didn't know the name of all of them. I just bought what I wanted whenever the urge took hold of me. I lived rich the way I never got to as a child.
 While Rayden stared around like a lost little child in the car as awe overtook him, I got out and chose a sleek, silver motorcycle. I didn't know what kind it was, only that it was a custom made vehicle. Cerulean Eyed Devil was printed in blazing blue letters on the rear side.
 I grabbed the silver helmet off the side as Rayden came up to the black motorcycle behind me. He looked at me.
 "I do not know how to drive one of these."
 "I'll show you then." I took hold of his temples and pressed, forcing the knowledge into his mind using my Psionic abilities. I closed my eyes, allowing the knowledge to flow into him. He gasped and stumbled a little as I hit him full force with it. When I let go, his eyes were rolling in his head and he was grasping the motorcycle behind him for support. I slapped him hard. "Hey! Stop that shit!" I had put it on him a little hard, I had to admit to myself.
 He came to and said, "It's like being on a narcotic, morphine, or something." He regained himself.
 "Hey, hey!" I said. "Say no to drugs man."
 Rayden laughed for the first and the sound made my ears twitch. It was a nice voice he had there. "Let's go," I said, actually smiling a little. I adjusted the radio in my helmet and strapped it on. I preferred the wind in my hair approach, but when "Still Fly" sounded in my ears, I was all for the helmet. I opened my Highwayman's Route on the wall before me. It was a secret rode that led to our city's very own China Town and Cross Realm's Cross.
 I speeded out, Rayden behind me. I took the right fork in the rode and continued straight. After a few moments of driving at a speed limit that could get me more tickets than there were cars in a traffic jam, we came to a pier. The sky was split in two over the water; one side was sunny and the other was dark as night.
 I sided my motor vehicle to a stop, sliding forward a few feet, then placing my booted foot on the boards of the pier to hold myself and the motorcycle upright. Rayden stopped beside me. I took off my helmet and I shook out my hair and put my shades back on. "Welcome, to Cross Realm's Cross. I'll be your tour guide for this evening. Watch your step on the way in or you might just find a vampire and or vampiress up your ass. Step this way please and do watch the upraised cobblestone unless you want to fall and break something." We left the motorcycles right outside the Split, which was where one Realm ended and another began.
 The streets were dark and quiet, but as soon as we got inside Wrath, we found hell inside. The vampire bouncer at the door took my stuff; my sword, my belt. When the metal detector still went off, he told me to strip. I cocked my head at him, gazing at him from behind my shades. I turned to him and ripped open my blouse without effort. Buttons flew in all direction. I had no qualms whatsoever about letting people see my ample assets.
 My "asessorized" blouse contained a waist strap. On that waist strap were two silver plated Desert Eagles with extra mags, three silver crosses, my twin daggers, switch blades, a little silver ball, and some Midol. I looked at all my shit and looked back at the bouncer, holding my blouse open freely. He looked at my shit, then at my lacy bra-ed breasts as though gauging which would get me in. In the end, the sight of the crosses and my lacy bra won out. He moved to let me in. Rayden followed silently behind me, seething about one thing or another.
 The club was jumping, strobe laser lights whipped around the room in an array of colors. Dance club music throbbed throughout the place, resounding in my chest. The vampires hissed when they saw me coming, their eyes glowing like those of a cat, reflecting in the darkness. Most of them were 3rd World so if I put a stake through their heart they would burst into dust just like on T.V. I rubbed my middle digit on my tongue and gave them the fuck you sign. I took Rayden's hand, keeping a firm monitor on his mind to make sure none of the vampire bitches tried anything. I was looking for one of them in particular and I found him at the bar.
 Not letting him get a chance to even scream first, I jacked him up by his collar. He gasped and looked down at me, shivering in fear. "Hey there Benny."
 "What are you doing here, Fayte? You can't come in here. You're not exactly popular amongst the whole of the vampire community right now," he said in a sqeaky nervous voice.
 "I never was." After years of out-of-use my fangs grew in, my incisors lengthened to fine points. "Tell me, Benny, have you seen a new blood vampiress around here anywhere?" He started to shake his head and I jammed him against the bar hard. "Don't lie to me, Benny."
 Benny stopped trying to lie. He was still shaking, but he managed to take some of the fear out of his voice. "You can't stop her, Knyght. She is much too powerful to be stopped. She isn't weak like those you have defeated. That's why they chose her."
 Rayden was listening behind me. "Where is she, Benny? Where is Lisa?"
 "Piss off." He nodded his head toward the crowd. "Company, Knyght. All for you."
 I threw Benny over the bar and he landed on the floor, breaking several bottles of liquor on the way. About seven big, buff vampires were coming our way; supernaturally enhanced mind you. I recognized one of them, an old boyfriend of mine-Rafe. I cursed and grab Rayden's hand. "Dance with me-Just do it." He moved behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. Suddenly unable to think straight, I fumbled with the guns on my strap.
 "Want me?" Rayden said in my ear.
 "Fuck you," I said in response, losing track of what I was supposed to be doing at the moment.
 "Would you?"
 "Some other time. Get ready to fight." I pulled out my Desert Eagles and aimed the barrels at Rafe's chest.
 He kissed at me. "I've been missing you, baby."
 "Can't say the same for you, big boy. You've got ten seconds to call off your rookies or I'm going to blow every cock sucking vampire in this joint all the way to kingdom come. They need Jesus in they life anyway."
 He ignored my threat. Instead he was looking at my body. "You still look good, Fayte."
 I shot him in the shoulder. The vampires started to scatter, running like crazy out the doors, down the stairs, and up the walls. "Listen, baby, I'm not in the mood to play around with you. You've got five seconds."
 Rafe hissed and came at me. No use wasting bullets. I put the guns away and fought the old fashioned way. I slipped up once when he put the speed on me. He twisted my arms behind my back and tied them up with something. Rafe pulled me up against him, grabbing my breasts tightly. I moved, but it didn't do any good.
 "Get the hell off me!"
 In response, he stank is teeth into my neck. I clenched my teeth because there was no gentleness in his. My blood was richer than a normal human so if he took a lot it wouldn't hurt me overly. Using a mental persuasion, I slowly got him to stop. I shook from his hold and broke the bonds holding my hands.
 "I always wanted to do that," he hissed, my blood running down the side of his mouth.
 "Well, there's one flaw in your plan. You remember that fire trick I used to do by letting some of my blood fly and float in midair. It was a heat trick."
 "And?"
 "My blood is running through your veins, right? Well, in five point six seconds, your head will spontaneously combust. Beginning now. Five...four...three...two...one..." Rafe's veins turned red wher my blood ran through him. His head began to sizzle and smoke. BOOM! Rafe A La Mode all over the club as his head imploded and his lungs burst.
 
CHAPTER FOUR
 Two of the big vamps closed in on me. One pulled out a knife, three inches. The other one did too, four inches. He kissed at me, petting his blade like some freak Austin Powers and his mini hand gun. In response to both threats, I pulled out "the twins", my eight inch switch blades from the strap. I kissed them and pet them like they cuddley kittens before throwing them into directly into the vamps's throat at the same time. They froze with looks of horror on their faces. I shot them without wasting my bullets, one for each one. They burst into dust.
 I took out another one by using my preternatural speed to stab him in the heart with my pointed silver crosses. Two of them raced at me, but I held up my finger. "Uh, uh." They stopped like dummies and looked at me in confusion. I stayed them with the power of my mind when they would try to move. "In three point five both of you will find my switch blades up your ass. One for you and one for you." Well, not exactly up their asses, but you get the point. I jumped in the air when they ran at me, swung my leg around and drop kicked both of them in the face before directly my switch blades into their hearts.
 Some of the vamps turned on me instead of fleeing. If this got really sticky there wouldn't be a damn thing I could do about it. They were slowly closing in on me and Rayden. Suddenly, there was this Twilight Zone kind of flash thingy and half the 3rd World vampires in the joint turned to shrieked and turned to dust. Rayden had done something. I turned around and looked at him and had to blink to make the strange aura of power around him disappear from my view. "Thanks," I said raising my chin up to convey my appreciation.
 "No problem. Shall we get out of here?"
 "Sounds like a plan." We were surrounded again though. The club was big and there had to be hundreds upon hundreds of vampires in the domed room. I cussed and took out the silver ball on my strap. I held it up in the air. "Get the fuck back." They stopped and looked at me, eyeing the ball. Some of the braver ones edged closer. I moved my arm around so they could see what I was holding. "This is a standard issue, Ra Z." They looked confused. I sagged in exasperation. "A light orb." They all gasped at the common name. "As you all very well know, it's contains the light of a thousand suns. You will move your busted asses of my way and let us through or I'm going to throw this on the floor and we'll just have to see what happens. I'm one of your kind has never lived to tell the tale after seeing the light of day."
 Much to my satisfaction, the crowd parted immediately. I was feeling pretty cocky as I walked through the cleared space toward the entrance, my shirt gaping open, blood covering the side of my neck. I bucked at a female vamp and she jumped in fear. I put on my Tony Montana voice. "Yeah, that's what I thought, you cows. Better move out my way before I have to start a daylight holocust in here." I snatched my stuff away from the bouncer, then Rayden and I walked out of the club.
 Five seconds outside of it, I knew they would chase us.
 Rayden glanced back at the vampires waiting at the entrance. "Are you sure it's a good idea to leave all those angry vampires back there?"
 I kept walking. "You know what? You've got a point." I turned around and pointed a finger at the entrance of the club and held my pose. I used the ever useful power of my mind. The silver ball in my hand zoomed towards the entrance and crashed on the floor. It made a loud noise like a bomb going off. I had my shades on and the light of a thousand suns didn't really bother my eyes too much. Rayden squinted a little. There were collective shrieks on pain from inside as the vamps were incinerated by the blinding light. A trail of dust billowed out.
 We were bring followed anyway.
 "Run. Run as fast as you can." I took hold of Raydens's arm and ran using my preternatural speed to keep his feet off the ground. It was nighttime in Earth Realm now. The pier was dark, making the water look black. Suddenly, I released Rayden, letting out a scream loud enough to break bone china.
 Something was pressing at my mind.
 The telekinetic portion of me went insane, haywire. Boards on the pier popped up and splashed in the water. The black motorcycle's tank exploded, gasoline spreading over the wooden boards of the pier. It caught fire and rolled under the dock, a fireball in the water beneath the boards. They were right behind us and all I could do was scream in the place where I had fallen right near the Split on the pier. I clutched my head tried to make it go away, the intense horrible pain likr someone had taken a hook and was scrabbling up my brains. Rayden grabbed me and shook me hard. It stopped.
 I couldn't feel my legs.
 I couldn't feel anything.
 He tried to pull me up. "You've got to get up Fayte! Get up now!"
 I only stared at him with glassy cerulean eyes. "I can't move anything, Rayden. I can barely move my lips." I felt so vulnerable, so exposed and reliant on him to help me. I would have died before I allowed anyone to help me.
 Rayden drug me up, an arm around my waist. We fell to the wooden boards of the pier shortly after doing so when a portion of it was blown apart when the motorcycle under it exploded. Our escape route had literally gone of in flames. We were soaked with water as bits of woods rained down. I lay limply on ground, unable to move. Rayden drug me up again and went to the Cerulean Eyed Devil. He put me in front of himself when he climbed on, turned the key, and pressed the gas, taking off down the pier.
 He was going to jump the gap.

CHAPTER FIVE
 I feel the strength slowly gaining inside of me. I managed to twitch my fingers. There was nothing like being chased by vampires while on a speeding motorcycle that was about to leap over a flaming gap in the middle of the night. I hung limply in Rayden's lap, not making a single move simply because I couldn't.
 I closed my eyes tightly as we neared the gap on the speeding motorcycle. Strangely, (though I should have been or maybe not at all) I wasn't scared. I felt safer with Rayden than with my Desert Eagles (which is saying a lot on my part). My heart didn't even skip as we jumped the flaming gap over the water.
 I figred Rayden knew we were still being followed so he drove straight into downtown where they were having a mini Mardi Gras and of all the places it had to be in Georgia. People loitered the streets waving around cups of beer and metallic beads. Rayden picked my up as soon as he left the vamps behind. He carried my limp body to one of the empty buildings on Block's Crest. As we got up a flight of stairs, I regained enough strength and control over my body to move my limbs. As soon as the oppurtunity arose I asked Rayden to put me down, needing to feel my independence again. After resting a little while in one of the empty office, I went downstairs to retrieve a black box from the back of my motorcycle. It gave me a chance to stretch my stiff limbs.
 It happens sometimes. When someone forces inside your mind with that much force and magnitude it really messes you up, turns your powers out. It was like the rape of my natural mind and it hurt like hell. I couldn't afford to let that happen again. Once I got back upstairs in the darkened, moonlit office, Rayden had on dry clothes, a pair of loose comfortable-looking jeans, and a sleeveless black shirt. I went to a corner, setting the black metal box down, and seeing no other rooms available, I began to strip right there. Wet clothes annoyed me, made my skin itchy and clammy. I breifly scanned Rayden's mind. He was thinking about me being a hero, how many people I must have saved.
 "Maybe I am. Heros always have an extra change of clothes," I said softly, opening the box to reveal a pair of black skin tight overall body suit and bomber jacket(Don't ask how that jacket fit in there).
 Rayden mst have looked up at that exact moment. I mean I was standing in my God given clothes, my birthday suite. I knew he was staring at the thick faded scars crossing my bare back by the gush of wind that escaped from between his lips. I felt his fingertips on my back.
 "Who did this to you?" He whispered softly.
 Before I could stop myself, I was speaking. I spoke in a low whisper, staring at the wall. "I had a partner once. She was a Knyght too. Tough, but a rookie like I was a long time ago. We had a thing to do in Egypt for our boss. I wasn't going to take her with me because I knew it was too dangerous for her. She followed me into Cairo anyway. Vampires were waiting for us. Someone had found out I was coming. They outnumbered us over seventy to two. I would have been able to get them all if I hadn't been trying to protect her. They took her anyway, tortured her right before my eyes. They cut her, they raped her, they beat her, they drank her blood... Then they turned on me. They turned me on my back and started to cut me up. I remember the blood everywhere around me," I whispered, looking down at my hands and seeing the blood on them in my mind's eye. I was in bad shape by the time I gathered the strength to get away. Even though I was half blood, I never healed fully.
 "Anyway, the story gets peachier. They made Tralawn, my partner, like them. They turned her into a filthy, souless creature just-like-them. She trackde me down and we fought. For a while, I let her beat me up. This was Tralawn, my friend, my partner. I finally got my sense back after she stabbed me in my stomach. I took my sword and swung, severing her head in one clean sweep." I stopped talking after that. I felt Rayden's hand on my shoulder and I shrugged it off hard. I put on my clothes, then my boots.
 "You're a Knyght, aren't you? Why didn't you tell me?"
 Because you never asked. Whye else would I go all over town, kicking people's ass? I also have a little vampire blood in me since you're me the third degree I might as well get that out too. I could feel Rayden's shock as I quickly withdrew from his mind. I didn't like speaking telepathicly. It felt too personal with him. Fayte never grows attached to anyone.
 "How are you both and a half vampire at the same time?" He asked, plainly confused.
 "I get it from my father's side." I went ahead an said it since he had that questioning lookin his eyes. My mother was killed by vampires and father was killed by vampire hunters. As for being half Knyght, half Psionic I don't want to talk about it," I said plainly. I kicked my wet clothes aside. "We stay here, then head out at first sun."
 "What are you afraid of Fayte?"
 I spun around. "I fear nothing, Mage. Remember that."
 His eyes widened in sudden realization. "You're hard."
 True. I liked being tough and as a independent woman I had that right. I looked down at the seat of his jeans and raised an eyebrow. "Not nearly as hard as you."
 He looked there too, then back and me and down again then back at me. "You're right," he said grinning.
 I actually felt a faint heat in my cheeks. I immediately tried to get around him. I gasped when he shoved me back against the wall. He kissed me, hand on my hips. He released me. Normally I would have punched any man who tried that in the face and that's saying a lot.

 I walked into the Obsidian's main headquarters the next day, Rayden at my side. Some rookies in the lobby stopped and stared, girls looked jealous and guys catcalled, admiring my skin tight zip up suit. They all flew into opposite walls and I stopped breifly to look at Rayden from behind my shades. He looked so feigningly innocent that I wanted to laugh. Obsidian Headquarters was big, but not confusing. All the hallways looked diffent so you couldn't get lost very easily. They had holographic maps at almost every turn that told you exactly where you were with little red dots.
 My idol, my god, walked up to me, his arms spread in greating. He was old with graying hair, once a strapping young buck with a solid build.
 "Trigger, you dirty old bastard, you!" I gave him a tight hug. Trigger was my old instructor. God bless his soul, he taught me everything I needed to know about guns, gave me my first pair of Desert Eagles for a birthday present when I was fifteen.
 He slapped me on the rear. "Still jiggly, ain't you, you hard bitch? Where the hell have you been? I haven't seen you since you put that bullet up Clay Anderson's ass for kissing you, young blood."
 Every knew that when Fayte Oson had to come into the headquarters some major kaka was going to hit the fan. I rarely came in. "You know this and that. Wanting to avoid the my matter of business until I talked to Rajah, I asked, "Where's the boss?"
 "Upstairs in her office. At least that's what one of the rookies told me."
 "Thanks, I'll talk to you later, Trigger." That wasn't really unusual. Rajah was rather eccentric in a way. We took the express elevator up to the top floor. I slowly turned the knob of the door that led into Rajah's circular office. Immediately, I felt as though my head was going to burst open like an overfilled water balloon. The vibes in this room were horrible and intense. The more I got into the room, the more my head wanted to crack right open.
 Rajah was sitting behind her desk. She looked like Rajah. Brown skin, black hair, tiger eyes. But still it didn't feel right. I stood rigid and gave a solute.
 "As you were, soldier," Rajah said and it even sounded like Rajah. I couldn't quite put my finger on what sounded wrong here. "What have you come to me for, Fayte?"
 Did I here some hiss in her voice? I shook my head. "We have a situation, ma'am."
 "What would that be, Oson?"
 My eyes zipped to hers. Rajah never called me Oson. She always called me Fayte. She was looking at me expectantly. This doesn't feel right, I heard Rayden think. I crossed my arms over my chest. "Who are you?"
 Rajah smiled at me. The room shimmered and molded. Rayden and I were standing on six feet of air before we crashed down into a sand pit. I landed on top of Rayden, which only served to frustrate me even more when I felt something hard agains my thigh. I scrambled off him quickly and looked around.
 We were inside of a structure that could have been a pyramid from the outside. The walls were made of crumbling golden limestone, worn away by time. There had to be tons and tons of tan golden sand beneath our feet. Light shone in from four high, high windows. Ancient Egyptian writing covered the walls, but I didn't bother to read it. I looked around for an immediate way out and found none. Rayden was standing under one of the thick beams of sunlight pouring in. He had a faraway look on his face.
 "What's wrong, Rayden?" I asked, hesitantly coming towards him.
 "I can feel her, Fayte. She's close by," he whispered almost sadly.
 I didn't even attempt to stop the arms that wrapped around his waist or the blond head that laid down on his back. I didn't want to say it what was suppose to come in this moment. I only hoped that somehow I could push my words into him, I hoped he could feel them. I never really cared about anyone until now. I never knew what love was.
 He wrapped his fingers around my wrists. "Lisa taught me how to use my mind to read others when they read mine. I was never very good at it, but I got the hang of it."
 I could feel her coming to. I let go of Rayden and pushed him into the beam of light pouring from the lage high sqaure window on the far right of the pyramid structure. "No matter what happens I want you to stand here and don't move. She can't get you if you stand here in the light." Tears were welling in my eyes already. That had never happened to me.
 "When you talked to me in my mind last night, I saw everything. I know everything about you, Fayte. I know we've only be together for a period of time, but that was enough, what I saw in your mind was enough for me to fall in love with you. I love you, Fayte. Tell me you feel the same way."
 Crying was for sissy girls, I told myself firmly. "Promise me, Rayden. Promise you won't move from this spot." He tried to take a step toward me, but I stayed him with the power of my mind.
 "Tell me, Fayte," he whispered, trembling from trying to move while I still held him with my mind.
 I put my hand up as though to defend myself from his words, finding it difficult to keep him still this way from long. "PROMISE ME!" I screamed at him. "No matter what you hear. No matter how loud I scream. No matter-what-happens-to-me you will stay safe in the light.
 "You made a vow as a Knyght when you joined Osidian, Fayte. I know you did. I read about it." He began to recite the Old Code. "'Call on me when you have need of. Ask of me what you would have. My sword, my shield, my power is yours.' Well, I hold you to your vow, Knyght! Answer me!"
 Rayden felt gentle fingers brush his cheek at my command, felt my lips kiss his though I didn't take a step toward him. "Don't you understand?! I don't know how to love. I don't know how..."
 Well, so mush for that. I almost felt relieved when I felt another presence in the structure with us.
 "Do you know what those symbols mean, Knyght?" A voice hissed from the shadows. I waited. "It says this: 'Her love will save her his kin.' Touching isn't it?"
 A little startled I glanced at the wall and scanned it quickly. It was true. That's exactly what it said. I watched at Lisa, a new blooded vampire, strolled from the shadows. Her face was pale, brown hair like Raydens thick and glossy. There was no soul inside of her, none whatsoever. Evil stank on her like a long since decayed corpse.
 "What were the prophets thinking when they dreamed that one up, I wonder. My weak, pathetic brother, Samuel, could never kill me let alone save you, Knyght. You will die today."
 With every ounce of my being, I swore to myself that I would protect Rayden even if I had to die. "Let's get it on then," I said, drawing my sword. I held it tight, the smooth black jewels in the handles, pressing into my palm. Lisa and I circled each other, then she attacked. She missed when she tried to slash me. I jumped back and we began to outright duel. The clang of metal on metal echoed in the confines of the pyramid.
 Sweat began to bead on my forehead. I stuck my sword firmly in the thick sand took off my bomber jacket as Lisa took of the thin coat she'd been wearing. She was stronger just like Benny had said at Wrath. I couldn't let the thought that I might not be able to beat her, not even for a second. I lunged out at her suddenly, jamming my elbow in her ribs and knocking up her chin. I continued to rain blows on her until she caught my arm and swung me into the left wall. A brief feeling of weightlessness overtook me before my back hit solid wall. I cried out and fell to the sand, dust getting into my eyes.
 Using her preternatural speed, Lisa ran towards me, drug me up and tried to throw me again. I braced myself in midair and dropped in a cat-like position in the sand. I stepped on her foot and slapped her in the face, then I got serious and started throwing her around. The ceiling, all of the walls she went into. She finally gained control and took hold of my arm. With a sick crunch, she twisted and broke it from the shoulder. I screamed in pain when she kicked me in my side, blood poured from my mouth and stained the golden sand. I waved my good hand and she flew into the wall opposite me.
 This gave me time enough to take my damaged arm and twist it back in place, clenching my teeth. It hurt like hell, but I did it anyway. There was a dull, yet still sharp and hard throbbing pain in that arm, but I continued on, Rayden my reason for doing so. Lisa was bruised and bloody know, more so than I. I wish I had known she was going to tip the scales in her favor. She took hold of my mind before I stop her. Apparently her skills as Psionic hadn't lessened any. She threw me back against the wall mentally. Her sword straight through my shoulder and I cried out in pain. The sword went through the stone with grinding noise, pinning me to the walls.
 "I grow wreary of playing games with you, Knyght. You will die. I will make you suffer."  Five other swords appeared in midair around her, then they directed themselves to the main parts of my body-my other shoulder, both my legs, and my both my hands. I screamed in pain, panting, my eyes tightly closed. So much pain, so much...so cold. But Lisa wouldn't let me die. The swords flew out of me and fell to the floor. My hands shook with the effort to withhold, but I couldn't stop the bloody, cut hand from reaching and picking up the sword. Even with the big cuts in my thighs and the excruciating pain, I was forced by Lisa to walk to where Rayden stood in the sunlight, where she couldn't reach him. She was going to make me kill him.
 My face was twisted in a mask of pain and sorrow. "Kill me, Rayden, please. I don't want to hurt you," I moaned even as my hands raised the sword.
 Tears shimmered in his eyes as he stood completely still. Lisa was holding him. I gave a raw cry of pain and with all the strength in me, the remains of it, and did the only thing I could do.
 I drove the sword into my own abdomen.

CHAPTER SIX
 I fell to the ground beyond pain at Rayden's feet. He kneeled down and wrapped me up in his arms, cradling my bloody body.
 "Don't leave me Fayte. Be strong, be strong."
 I stood with him, but only because I heard something whistling toward us. I pushed Rayden down, falling into the sand a few feet away. Lisa was throwing knives. Guess she wanted some attention. One of them was heading straight for Rayden who was trying to get to me. With everyting in me, every power I possessed I willed myself to stand again. I ran toward Rayden, slowing the knife until I got to him. This last knife would be the one to do me in I knew it. I threw up my arms and screamed, "NO!" The blade pierced the area near my heart. Time stood still for that one instant before Rayden caught me again in his arms.
 This time nothing would get me up again. I was shaking badly and my skin was pale. My life's blood had been nearly drained, the rest of it struggled to pump through my veins. I put my hand on his cheeks. Warm so warm. I took in gasping breathes, trying to form my sentence. "I failed you. I'm sorry," I whispered. For the first time in my life, tears spilled down my cheeks.
 Rayden gently thumbed them away. "You didn't fail anyone, Fayte. Don't you say your goodbyes. You can't leave me."
 My voice failed me. You told me to tell you and I am...I love you...Rayden...I... I fell downward into darkness, his name on my lips. I had no dreams.

 Fury and pain such as I had never felt coursed through me. I stood slowly, covered in Fayte's blood. She loved me and now she was gone. I looked at the evil, vile creature that had once been my sister. She was on her knees, breathing raggedly, bleeding and damn near dead. Fayte had nearly destroyed her.
 I would finish it.
 A fiery orb of light appeared in my hand and I tossed at Lisa. She screeched and fell back. Nothing would sway me. I was beyond anger, beyond pain.
 Her voice became sweet and beguiling. She sounded just like my Lisa, my sister. "Please, Rayden, it's me. It's your little Lisa. Remember when we were children and I used to..."
 I didn't need to hear any of her begging. I threw her against the wall and stabbed the nearest sword straight through her black heart. I eyes turned completely black and a look of shock registered on her face. "Rayden," she sqeaked in a tiny voice. Her body sagged, pinned to the wall by the blade in her heart. At my command, rays of sunlight from the high windows floated to my fingers, golden sparkles of light. From there they floated to Lisa's body, reducing her to bone. Her skeleton fell apart, charred bones, and it too turned to ash.
 Where would I go? What would I do without Fayte or Lisa? How would I live without Fayte in my life. I looked around at the pile of ash and the blood staining the sand and walls, then at Fayte's body. I couldn't believe my eyes.
 She twitched.

 My eyes opened, black, and I let out a high pitched scream. My back rose up, a whole other entity from the rest of my body. It had taken over two hours to tap into that part of me that was vampire, to gain it almost wholly to heal myself. The sunlight began to burn my skin because of my temporary use of my vampire self. I scooted back like a frightened child away from it, hiding in one of the dark corners. I was still in quite a lot of pain, but I would heal soon.
 "Fayte, please come out."
 I jumped at the sound of Rayden's gentle voice. I would bite him if he came near me. In this very moment it was in my nature to feed. I was dangerous to him. "Get away. I'm evil. I could hurt you." I wasn't ready to face what I'd told him that moment when I thought I would die. I had uttered words that no one had ever heard from me and probably never will.
 He seemed to sense the danger. "I thought you were good. I thought you were on my side."
 The pain sadness and disappointment in his voice hurt my heart. "I never said I was on your side."
 "Fayte, don't do this-"
 I rendered him unconscious without touching him. I limped to him in the sand, kneeled down, and kissed his limps gently. Maybe we would meet again one day. For now, I needed time, time to find me. I didn't know who I was anymore. I only knew my name, the one name that started it all.
Fayte.

THE END