Title: The Turning

Author: Lyndaura

Disclaimers: Pardon Me by Incubus, Deny by Default and Can't Take Me Home by Pink are not mine.

Author's Notes: *cough**cough**hack* I'm fine, really I am... *coughs up a lung* oh... look at that.

Other Notes: //: thoughts :// Prophecy lyrics

Chapter 6 - Prophecy

I woke up grouchy and bitchy. As usual. I was tired, I had a headache and I had a dull cramp. If I was getting my period I was going to scream. I usually did. Then I would harass someone into getting me chocolate. Then again, I did that every other day.

Lazily I fluttered my eyes open. The light was on. What idiot would do that? I let out a frustrated grunt and buried my face in my pillow. I finally took a deep breath and pushed myself up, thinking about who would be my first victim today.

I stretched clumsily and swung my feet over the bedside and onto the floor. Then when I looked at the floor I saw another pair of feet. My head shot up and I froze. Two eyes met mine. I held my breath. His face was mere centimeters from my face, our noses were nearly touching.

"Did I scare you?" Riever asked with a grin.

"Hell yeah, you're face is the scariest thing I have ever seen," I shook my head and Riever narrowed his eyes at me and I got up. I kept forgetting that this was also his room. Why did Daemon have to set me up in a guy's room, wasn't there a law against it or something?

"Thank you, I tried extra hard today," Riever got up and was about to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"BREAKFAST!" I heard Cirelle shout as loud as she could. Okay, I felt stupid.

Riever smiled and left the room. I glared at him but he never saw. I gathered up a grey tank top and a pair of blue tear away pants. I gave my hair a quick brush and then left for the kitchen. Wherever that was. I remembered being there once, but there were too many doors in the library.

I ran down the hallway and opened the door. I listened carefully, trying to hear any kind of noise.

Aha... dead ahead.

I quietly opened the door and slid inside. Again the one spot that was free was in between Daemon and Kara. Perfect. I smiled and sat down, I smelled some good stuffs. On the table was waffles, pancakes, eggs (fried, scrambled, and boiled), plus omelettes, toast, and assorted sugary cereal. There was also coffee, tea, orange juice, milk (skim, 1%, and 2%) and water. I looked around and everyone seemed to be having something different. I also noticed something else. Everyone looked like shit.

I love mornings.

"Here are you're papers," Cirelle handed a large stack of papers and everyone took one. When it got around to me I looked at the top paper. It said my name on it in fancy font. I felt so special. I took the booklet and then handed it off to Daemon.

I opened it and it had a schedule for me, including a nutritional plan. Wow, can anyone say obsessive? It even said what I had to have for breakfast. Scrambled eggs, orange juice, and a slice of toast. I shrugged my shoulders and helped myself to a large potion of eggs.

"I also have some bad news," we all turned to Cirelle. It was kind of hard to understand her, because she sounded... weird. I knew that she was physically disabled, but it was hard to take her seriously when she talked like that. She could barely pronounce the words, it was hard to believe that she was so brilliant.

"Shit," Kara mumbled underneath her breath.

"I'm sorry," Cirelle shook her head.

"Not again," Kara closed her eyes and slammed her fist against the table. Everything jumped. I turned to Daemon and he had on his serious 'don't mess with me' look. He seemed to have that look on his face a lot.

It was then that it just struck me, "The guy at my house..."

"I'm sorry but Drustan is dead, he was attacked," Cirelle had to pause, she was struggling for every word, "when he was coming back from Ferra's place. The vampires were quick and he suffered very little pain."

Kara screamed and threw her glass of orange juice across the room. It smashed into a thousand pieces on the opposite wall. "That is three of our people in two weeks," Kara nearly screamed, "What the hell are they doing? Do they want us to kill them all?"

Three in two weeks. Call me a wimp, but I didn't understand how anyone could handle that. Tucker was beside Kara in moments, but Kara pushed him away violently and ran out of the room. Tucker chased after her, but I got the feeling that that wasn't a good idea.

"She's right, first Ray, then Kerk, and now Drustan. They are hunting us down, and they are planning something. Tarren visited me last night and he wanted to take Ferra. He threatened rebellion," Daemon closed his eyes in deep thought.

"This is fucked up," with that Riever left the room. I had never seen him like that. I wanted to think of something witty, or sarcastic, or stupid, but this was far too serious and way over my head.

Cirelle and Daemon were quiet as they finished their meals, and I finished mine. I ended up having two more helpings before I left the room. Daemon and Cirelle were still there when I left.

I didn't know what they were planning or doing, but I didn't want any part of it, my life was already screwed up enough already. Too bad plans never turn out the way that you want them to.

I was starting to get the hang of the doors thing, and I was able to place the door to my room, pretty quickly, if you can call standing there for five minutes trying to remember which way you came from 'quick'. When I got to my room I decided that I really needed to shower, get some deodorant and brush my teeth, I really stank.

At least I remembered where the bathrooms were. It was then that I realized that I didn't have my toothbrush with me, but someone else had already thought of that, and there was a nice black toothbrush with my name printed on it with gold. Someone cares, someone really cares.

After I was done getting prepared for the day and my overall odour was tolerable, I checked my booklet to see what I had to do. Like usual, I had forgotten what it said.

The first thing that I had to do was to report to the library for some book thing, and then I had to meet this woman for a meeting. Seemed simple enough.

When I got to the library Kara and Cirelle were there. Cirelle greeted me and sat down. Kara was on the other side of the room and didn't even look at me, she was busy filling out some forms.

"Hi," I was still having a hard time with the way that Cirelle talked. She just sounded... so... what was the 'politically correct' term? Mentally disabled? Aw, I never know these days. I know that I am rude and pissy a lot of the time, but still, this was someone with a disability, and that was too low. I wouldn't make fun of her or be rude or mean to her, that would be wrong on too many levels.

"Hi," I tried to smile back.

"I want you to try something for me," she spoke slowly and I had to remind myself to be patient. I was really struggling with her, but I didn't know what to do, I didn't have very much experience with disabled people, although, she was only physically disabled, not mentally.

"Okay," I nodded my head and sat down on a couch beside her. There was a nice convenient coffee table in front of us. Cirelle turned on the lamp and then went to the shelves. She pulled out a large and dusty book. Okay, apparently these people don't like to read that much.

I nearly had an asthma attack when she blew off some of the dust from the cover. It was written in some weird foreign language. Cirelle then pulled out a pad of paper and a pen and handed it to me. "This book is written in ancient vampirian, and we need you to translate it and record it for us."

"I don't know vampirian," I tried to explain but Cirelle shook her head.

"Try," She ordered me and I looked at the book. I hated it when people bossed me around, when I said that I couldn't read it, I meant it.

The cover had weird symbols scattered across the page. They were so different from anything else I had ever seen, but then look at me, Miss Multi-culturism. "I can't understand it," I said slower and harsher.

"You are not trying," Cirelle glared at me. She looked kinda funny when she was angry, like a little six year old pouting. Heehee... coochy-coochy-coo!

I took a deep breath and looked at the cover again, "I still don't get it."

"Come on!" Cirelle demanded. I felt like telling her to keep her voice down, we were in a library, but I didn't want to piss her off anymore. "Listen, that thing in your neck can sense your thoughts, read your mind and depends on you, you also now depend on it, you are symbiotic beings. You can communicate with Drake and use the information stored in the parasite, try Ferra! Try!"

And if I could understand a thing that she just said, that might explain a lot.

I picked up the book and ran my fingers over the symbols. I tried to communicate with Drake, I really did, but I guess he wasn't a very talkative guy.

"Now you're trying too hard," Cirelle through her hands up in frustration and I got really pissed.

"You tell me to 'try, try, try,' and so I try, and I try and I try, and now then you tell me to try harder, and I do and now you are telling me that I am trying too hard, well maybe you should just go get Daemon to translate this because I can't do it," I stood up to leave but Cirelle grabbed my arm.

"Sit down now," she ordered me and for some reason I did it, "Now you listen to me, you are being stubborn and ignorant, and you aren't taking me seriously because you think I'm a retard, well guess what, I am only physically disabled and my IQ is higher than yours, although that isn't a very difficult feat. Now, not only I am smarter than you but I also have a higher rank than you, so why don't you just sit down and do as I say," Cirelle glared at me and suddenly she wasn't the six year old that I saw before.

"I'll do it on one condition," I growled back.

"What?" Cirelle's eyes narrowed.

"You stop being such a hardass bitch," Cirelle laughed and I loosened up a little bit. Cirelle had guts and attitude, and I was starting to like her.

"Okay," I looked at the book and I just stared at it. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Before if I ever got any information from Drake, stuff like how the mist formed around the buildings when I was hiding in the alley, it was natural, I just knew it, but I didn't know this.

"Can you read it?" Cirelle gazed at me intently.

"Oh, did I mention I'm illiterate?" I wasn't really, but I had a few teachers think I was. I was just too lazy to read, that's all. Oh, that and I failed all my written tests.

Cirelle took a deep breath, "Please read before I kill you in a very slow and painful way."

"You wouldn't," I shook my head with a big smile, she was kidding... right?

"You want to know how I would do it?" Cirelle challenged me.

"Yeah, sure, let me just turn my tape recorder on," Cirelle laughed and I grinned.

"Seriously though, if I had to kill you, I would probably do it with poison, no DNA evidence, and everyone has a motive, and basically everyone has a way and knowledge of how to do it," Cirelle gazed off into space, "I would probably choose a heavy metal, because they slowly poison you, more pain, and they are hard to get out of your system. Some are hard to hide in food like mercury and lead, but I could easily get enough arsenic in there to kill you without you noticing. And arsenic is easy to find, its in a lot of pesticides. It has a garlic odour so I can hide it in something with garlic, and bingo, large enough dose, and you are dead as a doornail," but before Cirelle could finish her explanation I started laughing.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Cirelle asked in her usual slow manner.

"I'm sorry, but garlic is such a weird word, man someone was on a sugar high when they thought of that word," I giggled and then sighed as I wiped an imaginary tear away from my eye, "Okay, I'm fine, now what were you saying?"

"I was just saying that you are far too stupid to use such a intricate and brilliant method, I should just hit you over the head with a frozen lamb leg(1)," Cirelle shook her head and I laughed.

"Okay, well now that we have had our little distraction, you want to try again?" Cirelle asked and pointed at the book with a crooked finger. Just when I was starting to forget about her disability, I had to be reminded.

"Not really," I shrugged my shoulders.

"Too bad," Cirelle said a little too chipper.

I picked up the book and took a look at the front. //:Okay Drake, do your thing. Now would be a good time. Do it or I will rip you out of the back of my neck... please? I'll eat some chocolate... sugar rush... what the hell is wrong with you?:// I slumped my shoulders.

"Relax," Cirelle told me. Good idea, I was tired already. I rolled my head and tried to loosen up my stiff neck. I cracked my knuckles (how lady-like of me) and picked up the book. My eyes started to blur, and I let them for a second... then it made perfect sense.

"Prophecies of the Muruk," I said, but when I said Muruk, I had this cool accenty thingy and I sounded so awesome, like I actually knew what I was talking about.

"Great, start on the first chapter and copy down all the prophecies in English and then I'll check up on you in an hour and see how you are doing," Cirelle smiled this half crooked smile. It was kind of weird, but I reminded myself that I had to be nice, and understanding with her. After all, it wasn't as if she was that mean or anything, just repulsive and demanding.

I started on the first chapter and it was a bunch of boring stuff about what rulers would come into power, and how you would know the chosen child. Of course the author was nice enough to add his own interpretation of everything. You could tell it was a him, because if they ever had any person mentioned without a specific sex, he would always call them 'him'. And it said that the author's name was Gordon. What kind of name was that? Especially for a vampire...

Anyway, they kept mentioning this chosen child, which would do all these cool things from defy death, to stop wars, prevent death, liberate the vampires from oppression and be a voice of the people. 'He' would defy Kings, or Master Vampires, whatever you wanted to call them, and eat serpents tongue. Can anyone say eew... grossy... he would also be the first vampire to rule without being a Master, and he would do all this other stuff. He was basically mentioned in every prophecy, from 'this will transpire in the year of our lord the chosen child' or 'and the chosen child will decree thus forth' or some kind of old English shit. It was all a load of crap, but hey, it was passing the time.

My hand was starting to cramp up, I had been writing for ten minutes, and I was about ready for a break. I got up and was walking around looking at the really old books that lined the wall. Most of it was on vampires, some of it on the occult and witchcraft, a bunch of it was actually on medicine and crap like that. It was all boring as hell to me.

I saw Kara, and I kinda felt sorry for her. She was taking Drustan's death really hard, but I couldn't blame her. She had lost three people that I was assuming she was close too, and everyone was really stressed out. I guess her job was full time, and she had no time to grieve properly. Then again, I was the stupidest person I knew, and I knew a lot of people, so who was I to say what she felt and didn't feel. I tried to ignore her, but I could feel her pain from across the room. I hated being sensitive to that kind of stuff, I would have been just as happy if I didn't have to be reminded that she was there, and depressed no less.

Finally I needed something to get my mind off of the black queen of bitch-dom. I saw a CD player in the corner, it was older, but hey, I could live with it. I looked through the CD collection and I saw a few things that I liked, but then I saw a burned CD title 'Kara's CD, don't touch it or I will bite your fucking head off'. So I played it.

I turned up the base and sat down. The first was Pardon Me by Incubus. It was a slightly older song, and it started off kind slow, but it quickly got heavy. I tapped my foot to the ground, and lip-synced to the song. As I started translating the next prophecy I kept an eye on Kara. She was still in the corner, not even noticing the music or the fact that it was her CD which was clearly labeled.

I got up and turned up the volume and added some more bass till I could see and hear the lamp on the coffee table shaking. Fun.

I took another quick look at Kara, and she was still ignoring it. For the first time, I listened to the song. I actually listened to the lyrics as I mouthed them.

A decade ago, I never thought I would be,

at twenty three, on the verge of spontaneous combustion.

Woe-is-me.

But I guess that it comes with the territory;

an ominous landscape of never ending calamity.

I need you to hear, I need you to see that I have had all I can take and

exploding seems like a definite possibility to me.

It kind of applied to the situation, not really, but kind of. I could hear someone yelling from another room to turn down the music. I smiled and yelled back, "What? I can't hear you! Turn up the music? Yeah, I like it too!" Kara glared at me, knowing full well that I could hear the person perfectly well. Well, not as well as her, because I was half deaf from listening to music really loud, but still.

But still, Kara ignored me. I needed attention... I wanted to pick a fight with someone. Maybe Eve would show up again and tell me something more about her. I would love that. I stopped myself though, Kara was really upset, and I shouldn't have been harassing her like that, but I was doing it anyway, after all, what harm could her own music do? She was probably enjoying it more than I was. I was doing her a favour, remember wonderful, special, little angelic me?

So pardon me while I burst into flames.

I've had enough of the world and it's people's mindless games.

So pardon me while I burn and rise above the flame.

Pardon me, pardon me....I'll never be the same.

I finished the first chapter. All the prophecies were grouped into sections, this one was about who would rule when, and what they would do, there was a little about what kind of ruler the chosen child would be, but most of it was just reference to the chosen child. It was weird that there was actually so little about the child, yet it was mentioned so frequently.

I nearly laughed my ass off when the prophecies started contradicting themselves and other prophecies. I never understood why these things were so important, its not as if they ever came true.

Not two days ago, I was having a look in a book

and I saw a picture of a guy fried up above his knees.

I said, "I can relate," cause' lately I've been thinking of combustication as a welcomed vacation from the burdens of the planet earth. Like gravity, hypocrisy, and the perils of being in 3-D... and thinking so much differently.

I started signing. Okay, low blow, but hey... I knew how much Kara liked yelling at people and being rude, so I was just giving her an excuse, I was making her feel better, I was doing her a favour. Aren't I so nice, and kind and abusive?

To my surprise Kara started humming to the song. Wow... that was a different reaction than I expected. Oh well.

I started on the next chapter, which happened to be all about the chosen child. Lucky me. It was very short though there were only a few vague quickies, but they rhymed and that kind of pissed me off, I mean, if you are going to say something about the future, why does it have to rhyme? Doesn't make it anymore true.

The last chorus finished and the song switched over to Default. I loved them, they were so cool. Not that I was the kind of girl to go bonkers over a group and go to all their concerts, drool over them and sleep with miniature replicas of them, well... I did have a plush doll of Dallas Smith, but that was beside the point.

The song started and I started signing along with it softly.

Today I woke up and you were gone
The whole day wondering what I did wrong
It's like I'm falling from a mountaintop
My heart keeps pounding and it won't stop
Can you see this hell I'm living
I'm not giving up

Kara was still humming, occasionally singing a few words. Well, if she didn't want to have fun, and just be pouty all day that was her decision.

It was then that a page caught my eye. It was weird because the author hadn't made any comments on it. The words seemed to jump up out of the page at me.

The chosen child shall be a child at heart

Thrust into power, she shall deny

Sorrow and pain shall mark her entry

With four days of mourning and a day of change

Many shall welcome, and many shall fall

She will stand with the destiny in hand

Conflicting forces dictate none when she stands

Cursed is she who bears the mark

Weak and burdened is her back

Guardians cannot prevent the heartache

False Prophets cause uproar, but none will deny

Her power is real, her face scorned

Hated and feared is she who bears the mark

The mark of sacrifice

"Heavy shit," I copied down the last word and flipped the page.

There goes a piece of me

Will I cease to be

I've never lied to you

Fought bled and died for you

I could hear Kara softly singing. I felt so bad for her. She was losing everyone. The song wasn't really helping, but I didn't know what to do. I wish I had a dancing monkey. More lyrics buzzed pass, but I couldn't really concentrate anymore. I was thinking too hard about everything. A thought hit me, and that doesn't happen very often, but when it does, it hits hard, and my head was hurting already.

"Kara?" I asked and I didn't really know what I wanted to say.

"What now?" Kara asked, annoyed and irritated. What? I hadn't done anything. Okay, maybe I had, but not in the last half and hour. Well.. actually, yeah I did... but still.

"Do you think that we are in the age of the chosen child?" the words kinda stumbled out of my mouth. //: Damn it Drake, shut up. ://

"We have been in the age of the chosen child for decades, don't think that you are going to find anything new in those old prophecies. The vampires keep looking for this kid, and whenever something bad happens, they all think that it's the coming, but its not. The prophecies are stupid, they won't come true, they are only little pieces of poetry written by money seeking con-artists, or people who had visions when they were high on pot. Okay?" Kara glared at me, and I thought that maybe I should shut up, but since when did I ever listen to reason.

"You know, the chosen child is an unbeliever," I returned to my work, but not really paying attention to my writing.

"There are a lot of unbelievers," Kara snapped back and then went back to the endless papers.

"What rank are you?" I asked and Kara narrowed her eyes at me

"I'm third in command."

"And you got bit when you were eight, which you make you a child when you were supposed to turn. It says that the child will be thrust into power, and third rank of the DSCF is a pretty powerful position."

"Shut your fucking face, I'm not the chosen child!" Kara snapped at me and I laughed, "You're just fucking with me aren't you?" Kara shook her head.

"What, me?" I asked, "I'm offended."

"Bitch," Kara threw her pencil at me, which I dodged with ease, but it was going pretty fast. If it had hit me, I would be seriously hurt. Good thing for me, she didn't want to stain the couch.

There was a short comfortable silence. We were breaking the very very hard and thick ice. It was true, we treated each other like crap, but that didn't mean we couldn't be friends and still treat each other like crap. Finally, Kara asked me something that I wasn't prepared for, "Ferra?"

"Yeppers," I glanced up from my work, "Whatcha need?"

"I heard last night, that..." Kara took a deep breath, "That Tucker was in your room." Uh-oh. Something told me that this was not going to turn out well, so I shut up and hoped that I didn't have to say something. I never got involved in those kind of fights. "Is it true that he was trying to spy on you?"

Shit. Again, I was screwed. Put a crown on my ass and call me royally screwed. Let's look at the facts, Kara is pregnant with Tucker's kid, Tucker was trying to peep on me, Riever cut Tucker's throat because he was so pissed Tucker would try to take advantage of me like that, and Riever and Kara just finished a very nasty breakup. And me? I'm the one with the crown on my ass.

"Tell me the truth," Kara ordered me and I chose my words carefully.

"Tucker is a fucker, just get away from him," okay, that wasn't as tactful as I had planned, but it got the message across.

"I knew it. You know, I knew it the whole time. I just slept with him to get back at Riever, but why did he have to do something as stupid as that?" Kara slammed her fist against the table and I reminded myself to breathe.

Just my luck, the next song clicked in on the CD player, and it was my all time favourite singer, Pink. Sure, there were other songs that applied to the situations better (such as Sick and Tired by Default, but hey, this wasn't my CD collection), but this song would do just fine.

Can't take me home to mama cuz she wouldn't think I'm proper

Shoulda thought about that before you fucked with me

Don't say you're fallin for me, don't tell me you adore me

Cuz all you're thinkin bout is fucking me

"She knows how to say it," I commented and Kara smiled.

"Amen sista," Kara laughed. We both began singing along, moving in our seats to the heavy beat.

Why'd ya even talk to me, baby were you curious

You knew you never had a love like this

My love was serious, had you delirious

Don't front, I felt it in every kiss

You try and play me, like I ain't your lady

When you just told me that you love me and you want me as your baby

After that, we broke out into full song. We were singing and yelling and swearing our heads off. It felt good to dis guys.

"Can't take me home to mama 'cause she wouldn't think I'm proper, shoulda thought about that before you fucked with me. Don't say you're falling for me, don't tell me you adore me, 'cause all you're thinking 'bout is fucking me," Kara sang beautifully. She actually had a really good voice.

Just as we were singing our hearts out, Tucker walked in and smiled at Kara. Kara smiled back, but I knew better. By the end of the song, there was going to be blood. Kara stood up, still singing to the song, and swayed her hips seductively.

"Are you feeling better?" Tucker asked, watching Kara dance towards him. I just sat back watching the show. I wanted to see some action.

"Don't say you're falling for me, don't tell me you adore me, 'cause all you're thinking 'bout is fucking me," Kara got up real close to Tucker, and I was just waiting for it. As soon as she finished though, there was a quick knee to the groin, and then she threw him into the bookcase behind him. "Don't you dare try to mess with me!" Kara yelled at him.

Tucker tried to stand but he had been hurt by the fall. I just wished I had some popcorn. And a dancing monkey. I still wanted that too.

"What are you talking about?" Tucker asked, and then he saw me sitting on the couch. I smiled and waved.

"Oh shit," Tucker breathed and Kara immediately started up on him again.

"Yeah, that's right, oh shit, because I am not going to be treated like crap, or stay in a shithole relationship, so why don't you now try to explain what you were doing underneath Ferra's bed last night. Hmm? What were you doing there?" Kara yelled at him and kicked him sharply in the stomach. He was slammed back up against the book case again and more books came tumbling down on top of him. It was almost painful to watch.

He never did answer, because just as Kara said that Cirelle walked in the door with another girl trailing behind her.

Cirelle surveyed the scene. Kara panting over Tucker's body, lying underneath a pile of books, music pounding, and me sitting on the couch looking as innocent as I possibly could.

Cirelle finally shrugged and introduced the woman, "Well, everyone, this is Geneve."

~End Chapter 6 - Prophecy~

Author's Tidbits: Nothing too important really. I'm really bad at plot. This was long, but it was mostly the lyrics that made it long. Oh well... you deal with it, I have to go die now.

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