Title: The Turning

Author: Lyndaura

Author's Notes: I'm broke. Give me money. Or a dancing monkey. No? Oh you're all smurfs. Oh, and there is a very important conversation between Ferra and Daemon in this which you have to pay close attention to, or else nothing will make sense. It explains a lot of things in a very short period of time, and it justifies a lot of character's actions, and so read it slowly and think about it. Okay? I know, you don't even read this anyway, so all of you will be confused in the end. If you really are confused in the end though, just E-Mail me, and I'll explain everything

to you.Oh well... read on puppets!

Chapter 7: Power

"Is this the chick that I'm supposed to meet up with?" I asked and jumped off the couch, nimbly banging my knee really hard on the coffee table. I could feel that cramp in my side again. Shit. In a couple of hours, there was going to be bloodshed, and I wasn't referring to me.

"No," Cirelle shook her head softly, "You are meeting with Michelle, this is her mother, Geneve."

Okay, I really suck at math, the most I ever did was count the minutes till the end of detention, but this was not right. Geneve was like 20, maybe 24 at the oldest, so that meant that Michelle was either really young or Geneve had her when she was 2. What was the point in meeting with a six year old? I've come not to expect things to be incredibly normal around here, but still, how young was Michelle and what could she do for me?

Kara was slowly trying to inch her way to one of the doors, but Cirelle was too keen for her. Poor, poor Kara. "Kara, where do you think you are going?"Cirelle's accusing voice halted Kara immediately. When Riever said that she was like mother hen, I didn't believe him, but she was exactly like my mother, seeing things that you never thought she would notice. It was eerie and kind of scary.

"No where," Kara smiled innocently. Her and I were quite similar, she and I both used neutral answers at first, and then indirect answers as a form of avoidance to get out of a bad situation. Sure, it was common, but effective.

"Sit your ass down till Daemon can deal with you and Tucker," Cirelle ordered and Kara could only glare. She sat down beside me cursing under her breath. Yet another similarity, we both hate authority with a passion.

"Can you go get Michelle?" Cirelle asked Geneve, and Geneve nodded obediently. She reminded me of a mouse, or at least a very well trained Chihuahua. Heehee... I love that word, I'll add it to my list, right under garlic.

When Michelle came out, I was surprised to say the least. I knew that she was ten, but she looked six. She had long platinum hair, and she was very sheepish like her mom. She was pale and small, but she had these big blue eyes that were five times too big for her head. The blue was creepy it was so vibrant and striking. It cut right through you. I knew something was up with this girl the moment I saw her. It was like she had this force around her, a presence, an aura, whatever you want to call it. She was just so serene and strong, but it didn't feel right. Ten year old kids were supposed to be annoying their parents, running around making a fool of themselves, being immature, or basically, acting like me.

I wasn't aware of it, but my jaw had dropped slightly, and Kara pushed it up for me. I glared at her, but she was smiling back. She was such a bitch. I loved her. I then turned back to Michelle and waited to see what was going to happen.

Kara tried to escape while all attention was on Michelle, but Cirelle was all over her immediately. She was like my Mom's evil twin or something. "Kara, get over here, if you want to behave like a child, I will treat you like one," I was still struggling with the idea that she was smart and was in fact, my superior. She sounded like a child, and she stuttered a lot, but she was forceful and deliberate. "Get over here, and stand by me," Cirelle order. Kara didn't move at first, "Do I have to drag you over here? Do I need to hold your hand too?"

Kara growled and walked over to Cirelle, standing a little ways back. While all this was going on, Tucker had crawled out from underneath the pile of books and was leaning against a chair. He seemed kind of dazed. Maybe one of the big dusty books hit his head a little too hard.

Michelle walked over to Kara and took one of her hands, "You hurt so much, and that angers you. You have tried to open up to people but you only get hurt more. Even though there is risk of getting hurt, it isn't worth shutting out the world. Suffering is a part of life, but when you shut out the hurt, you shut out the good. Remember the good, and live for it, don't die for the pain," Michelle tried to smile at her. Michelle's eyes were starting to tear up, "I'm sorry. I really am."

Kara stared at Michelle with confusion and hate. I knew that she hated it when I knew things about her, but I only said those things in private, now, I could feel the hate radiating off of her. She didn't want her private problems broadcasted in front of everyone. I wanted to say something but Michelle had more to say.

Michelle turned to Tucker quickly and back to Kara, "Congratulations," Michelle smiled.

Kara shook her head. "There is nothing to congratulate about," Kara hissed at Michelle

Michelle took a deep breath. "You two should make peace, or both of you will regret it," Michelle warned and then turned to me. Oh crap. I've had enough freaky things for me today thank you very much, I didn't need a midget psychic to tell me how fucked I was.

"You are the one that I must see," Michelle looked at me with intrigue.

"Yeah, um... hi?" I really didn't know what I was supposed to do or say. Or how to get her away from me for that matter.

"You're powerful, I can feel it from here," Michelle narrowed her eyes at me, "Why are you afraid?"

"Cuz this is some freaky shit," I answered, and then realized I had just swore in front of a little girl and her mother, "Oh sorry... I didn't mean to..."

"You judge me because I am a child, but I assure you that power and gifts are blind and know not of age," Michelle went to touch my hand. I could feel her inside of me. Like she was physically trying to search my soul.

Nu-uh, no way, no how, get away from me you fucked up child.

I closed my eyes, it was almost painful the way that she was trying to invade me. I could feel my cramp getting worse, and I felt like pushing her away.

No, no, stop this, now. Now, now! Get away from me! I don't want your stupid creepy prediction reading thing... I want you out of my head! I want you to get away from me, you're scaring me... you're hurting me... why won't you stop? Get out of my mind... I'm not some thing that you can invade without my permission. What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Just get away from me! Stop hurting me!

I felt her reach into me, actually inside of me. I hated the sensation, it was like someone jabbing their hand into a cut, trying to feel the bone. I don't know if I actually screamed or not, but I was sure screaming in my head. It wasn't so much the pain, but the invasion. I pushed her out of me.

My eyes popped open, and I felt a wave of heat. The fire in the fireplace burst out of the fireplace for a moment, in a big ball of flame. The sound was intense and deafening for as long as it lasted. A second later, when it was all over, Michelle was laying against a bookcase, Geneve had collapsed on the ground, and Kara was in a corner, shielding her eyes from the flame and the pure intense burst of energy. The ground just stopped shaking and I was left breathless. That was the most intense and disturbing thing I had ever felt.

And if anyone was curious, my cramp was gone too.

Michelle started bawling her eyes out and Geneve was at her side in seconds. Cirelle was still trying to get herself under control, and Tucker was pretty much in shock.

Daemon was the first on the scene, trying to shoo everyone away, blasting out orders for Cirelle to take Michelle and Geneve away, and telling Kara and Tucker to get the fuck out of the room. Daemon grabbed my arm, and pulled me toward my room.

"What the hell just happened?" Daemon threw open the large oak door.

"Like I have a clue," I snapped back as we walked down the long hallway.

"I think you do," Daemon kicked open my bedroom door and threw me on the bed, "What were you doing?"

"Why don't you ask Michelle what the hell she was doing?" Daemon was pissing me off. That's not a good idea when I had just did some freaky stuff a few moments ago, and I was about to have my period.

"Michelle helps us when we have new people, she has been a trusted advisor and informant for years. She was just trying to give you some information and help," Daemon barked, and I threw a pillow at him.

He caught it deftly and put it down, "What happened in there?" Daemon demanded harshly.

"Have you ever had her try to look inside you? Do you know how disgusting it feels? To have someone inside you, looking around, feeling everything. Its like you're awake during surgery or something. It hurt, and it felt like someone was ripping me apart inside. It's like she was raping me or something, but it was with her mind. It was sickening, I couldn't stand it," I just blurted everything out angrily.

Daemon paused, "So you tried to set the library on fire?"

"Oh, is that what I did? Because I seriously have no fucking clue what the hell just happened!" I wasn't about to say anything, but I was scared, and once Daemon left, I was probably going to burst into tears. I was disturbed by the event, and I was starting to feel sick to my stomach.

"You seriously have no idea what is going on, do you?" Daemon softened slightly and I felt a little more relaxed.

"No," I shook my head, trying to calm my voice down.

"You have power. I am still trying to figure out why, but it may have something to do with the fact that Drake was supposed to father the next Master," Daemon took a deep breath.

"I still don't understand any of that," I shook my head. I had trouble understanding anything. I wished I was at home, with my family, watching television. At least tv was simple enough that they made the plot painfully obvious. Life was too complicated.

"Masters are stronger than any other vampire, and they have certain abilities, such as the ability to read other's minds, control lower vampires, to go long periods without blood and they are generally physically stronger than other vampires, making them harder to kill. That is why only they are worthy to be the rulers. Any vampire that is born a vampire, is an upper vampire. But if two Masters, or two Upper vampires have a child, the child is a Master. It's quite simple."

"That's not what I mean," I shook my head, "I mean, the vampires, why are they killing us all? Why did they want me?"

"It's long and complicated," Daemon tried to discourage me, but I kept at it.

"I have time."

"I'm the Master vampire," Daemon started but then something clicked and I interrupted him.

"If you're the Master vampire, that's why Tarren couldn't control you, but he could control the others. And that means that he's a master vampire too... you guys are brothers!" I gasped, and Daemon nodded his head, "And he wants a rebellion so he can take the throne," Daemon nodded again, "But if you're the Master vampire, then Crystal... Crystal was your wife, and Kara's real mother, which makes Drake her half brother," Daemon nodded again, "This is all making sense in a weird soap opera kinda way."

"I told you it was complicated," Daemon chuckled softly.

"And that means that you can read minds, and that's how you knew that someone brought me back when I died, and all that other stuff about me seeing Eve," everything was coming together in a very creepy way.

"You have a very hard mind to read though. It's like there is a big wall around it, and that is why I had to be so persistent and violent in trying to read your mind after you came back to life," Daemon explained.

"And why it hurt so much when Michelle was trying to read my mind."

"That is a possibility," Daemon nodded.

"But, if you are the Master vampire, why aren't you out ruling over the vampires?" I asked and Daemon sat down on the bed and took a deep breath. Crap... here comes story time. I propped myself up with a pillow and lay back, I thought I might as well get comfortable.

"When the DSCF was first created, they just basically went around killing any vampires that were causing trouble, sometimes, they killed without any kind of provocation. They wiped out almost half the population, including most of my family. They killed the former Master vampire in a huge battle, so I was put into power. The vampires were begging for the war against humans to end, but we were too outnumbered, and if we had an all out attack, there would just be more bloodshed. The humans wouldn't stop, and hunted us during the day and drove us out into the sunlight to kill us. They basically slaughtered everyone. We were losing more vampires everyday, and no one was untouched by it. I tried to fight back, but they started injecting themselves with a virus called H2-P. When we would try to feed on them, we would get infected and die. But the humans had the treatment, so they were unaffected. Everyone was infected by it, so I approached the humans to make it stop. It took a month of negotiations, and we finally decided that the humans had to stop the killing, and we would follow laws about feeding and breeding limits. One of the conditions was that I had to be part of the DSCF so I could monitor and control the laws, and make sure that they weren't being unfair. I was to be the vampire's voice. The humans agreed, gave us the treatments that we needed, and the vampires were saved. Now, the vampires are restless again, and they think that I am being too lenient with the DSCF. They think that I have sided with the humans, and are no longer a competent leader for them. That is why they are killing the DSCF. It is their act of rebellion, that is why Drake fed on you when he wasn't allowed, he was trying to show me that I had no power," Drake finally finished, "Make sense?"

"Sorry, I lost you after 'when', could you, I don't know, repeat the whole thing?" Daemon glared at me and I inched away, "Just kidding."

"So as you can see, the vampires are trying to dethrone me," Daemon summarized.

"Well, I guess that makes sense. But if Drake is your son, that means that you killed your own son for the sake of some law," I was horrified to realize that, but it was true.

"It is a little more complicated than that. As the ruler over vampires, I have to be fair. I can't favour one vampire over another because they are blood. Would you rather that I would let him feed on you and you could be his mindless puppet?" Daemon asked, and I have to admit, he had me there. But still... it seemed so heartless.

"I still don't understand what that has to do with Tarren wanting me to come with him, or how come I have these weird powers."

"My best guess is that Tarren doesn't want me to brainwash you. He is sensitive to energy and power levels like I am, and he knew that you were strong. He wanted to have you on the side of the vampires, to help the rebellion and fight back against me. He could even have used you as a spy for all I know," Daemon stood up, "I can't read his mind, he blocks it from me, I wish I knew why he wanted you so bad that he would bring witches with him."

"Witches? Is that what those women were?" I was surprised, but I guess it made sense.

"Most witches aren't even aware that vampires exist, but the ones who do, often side with them, and try to help them," Daemon explained, "They are one of the more dangerous vampire resources."

"But magic isn't real, is it?" I always thought of witches as old hags stirring big cauldrons with various amphibians and creepy crawlies boiling inside.

"You still don't get it, do you?" Daemon scoffed at me, "They can tell you all they want using their science, and they can say things about parasites, DNA encryption and encoding, but when it comes down to it, they still can't explain the very basics of vampires, or why we can't go out into sunlight. They can't explain why you can cause fire to suddenly explode, how you can throw a girl across the room, how I can read minds, or you can tell things about people without trying. They can't explain why witches can do what they can do, or why vampires crave and need blood. Science can explain some things, but when it comes down to the very simplistic essence of life, it can't explain a thing. There are things that you will see, and things that you will experience, that you can't explain using molecules, atoms, parasites, or DNA. Its because they are part of a force, an energy, a power that cannot be proven, only felt by something that is alive. It can't be measured, put under a microscope, or dissected, and therefore to science, it does not exist, but as a vampire, and as a person, you can feel it, and even control it. Do you understand what I am saying?" it was weird to see Daemon so enthusiastic and passionate about something.

"You're saying that science is a piece of shit, and I should just trust what I feel," I knew the only thing science class was good for was sleeping.

"You learn quickly," Daemon laughed and left the room. I was starting to see a new side of Daemon. It was the wise, understanding part of him that made him a good leader. And it was about time, I was tired of seeing the angry, controlling part of him, though now, I could see why he needed to be like that. I felt a lot more relaxed, and my previous little episode was behind me. I understood what was going on, and a little more about why Kara hated authority. She felt she had been betrayed by the vampires, and now she was under supervision by one. It also explained why she hated me at so much at first. Who was I kidding, she still hated me.

Everything was starting to sort itself out, and I felt a lot less lost, and a lot smarter.

I was just starting to relax when I heard a knock on the door.

"If you have pizza, you can come in," I yelled and rolled over in my bed.

Cirelle came into the room and sat down on Riever's bed on the other side of the room, "You don't have pizza, get out," I joked. I was starting to relax around Cirelle, and I could barely see the deformities anymore, and I was starting to see the real Cirelle.

"Usually, after Michelle gives her reading, she suggests a placement or role for someone, you know, what rank they should be, where they should work, but since she never got that far, I'm at a loss, so I guess what I wanted to know was, where do you want to work?" Cirelle asked, "That is assuming that you want to stay here, and you haven't changed your mind."

"I guess I have nothing better to do," I shrugged my shoulders. As much as I hated to admit it, I was starting to get attached to everyone here, and being here was a lot better than being out there, alone, with other vampires. I guess I still didn't consider myself a vampire, even though everyone else did.

"So, what do you want to do? Do you want to do patrolling with Daemon and Riever, or do you want to help with medical stuff. You could do paper work with me or translating prophecies. You could even be a political embassador. You could also do defense work. Anything you can think of, we do it, and need help in," Cirelle explained.

It was like that old board game Life, when you get to pick three career cards, and then you had to choose what you wanted to be out of the three. What career do I want today... "I dunno." Smart as ever.

"Well, we are going to need more people doing patrolling now. You would have to do a day of defensive training, you would need a day of general vampire law, and another day of medical training. What do you say?" I was seeing different sides to everyone today. Cirelle was being so nice to me now. Why? I mean, I nearly killed Geneve and Michelle, plus I didn't even finish all of my translating.

Daemon.

He probably told her to be nice to me so I wouldn't kill her or anything. I smiled softly to myself. Maybe it was okay that Daemon could read my mind now. I liked this push-over Cirelle a lot better. Although the bitchy, hard-ass Cirelle was also kind of fun.

"What rank would I be?" I asked, interested in the answer. Although I hate all forms of authority, a position of authority sounded kind of cool.

"You start off at the bottom and work your way up," Cirelle laughed. Damn it.

"I knew there was a catch," I laughed and then felt something wash over me. I took a deep slow breath and scanned the room.

"What is it?" Cirelle asked, noticing the automatic change.

"Someone is here," I whispered.

"I don't see anyone," Cirelle searched the room quickly.

"Tucker?" I asked, I was getting freaked out very fast. I could feel the thing in the room.

Cirelle narrowed her eyes, "There aren't any depressions in the carpet, it can't be Tucker."

"Who is it?" I asked nervously. I wanted to laugh, I wanted to be sarcastic, I wanted to ignore it, but we don't always get what we want.

"What the hell is going on?" Cirelle asked, and I my heart started to beat faster. I was trembling and sweat started to bead on my skin. I looked around frantically. I could feel a coldness creeping like a mist into the room.

"Can you feel it? Can you feel it coming?" I asked Cirelle desperately. I felt tears burning in the sides of my eyes.

"What? What is coming?" Cirelle pleaded with me.

"Its not good, its not right. Its not human. Its coming in, I can feel it," I grabbed the sheets and pulled them towards me. Like they would provide any protection.

I could feel it coming faster now, stronger. I was scared. I didn't care if Cirelle saw me frightened, she needed to be panicking too. Whatever was coming didn't have good intentions. I could feel the hatred and aggression seeping into the room. The coldness was beginning to rise up off the ground and consume the room.

"Can you feel the cold? Can you feel the anger?" I asked Cirelle. It was so strong and intense, even she had to feel something.

"You're scaring me," Cirelle kept looking around the room frantically.

"Daemon! Riever!" I called out. I needed someone big and strong in the room, "Get in here now!" I cried out. I could feel my voice shaking. If that didn't get their attention, I didn't know what would.

Daemon was in the room first. He burst in gun drawn, "What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know, I can feel something. Can't you feel it?" I asked him. He was a Master vampire, he had to feel what was happening.

Daemon was silent for a moment. He surveyed the room and I could feel him getting tense. He was starting to feel it too.

"Get out," Daemon told me but I sat still, "I said get out."

"I can't," I felt the thing crawling up my arms, and into my veins. It was holding me still. It was spreading through me like venom, making me feel cold and frozen. Every movement was hard and strained. It was like I was made of concrete, I just felt so heavy.

"Get up now!" Daemon went to help me. Cirelle had already fled the room.

"Get away from me!" I screamed and Daemon took an involuntary step back. As soon as I saw what I did, I started apologizing. I just wanted everything to go away, I didn't want anything to touch me.

"You have to get out of here now!" Daemon ordered me, but I didn't move.

"I feel so cold," I whispered as my eyes started to close.

Riever burst into the room, "What's happening?" Riever asked, startled.

"Get out of here Riever, make sure everyone stays away," Daemon growled, and Riever looked at me. I must have looked like an idiot, sitting, frozen on the bed, looking scared. He probably couldn't even feel what was making me so scared.

"Make it go away," I pleaded to Daemon. Riever was alarmed and tried to come near me. I started screaming for him to get away. I guess I was more scared for Riever than I was for myself. I felt like I was contagious, and anyone near me would get what I had. I didn't even know what I had, but it was alive, and it was starting to control me. I didn't know how long it would take for me to completely lose it, and what I would do then.

Riever stood his ground, and I started to cry. Damn it, I started crying, although at the time, I was fearing for my life, and everyone else's, so I guess it was okay.

But something else was nagging at the back of my mind. There was more. I could feel a strong, more powerful wave of energy coming. There was something more, this was only the beginning.

"Riever, get out of here now, get Cirelle, Kara and Tucker out of the base, now!" Daemon commanded, "That's an order!"

Riever took a deep breath and one last look at me and my pathetic, scared form, frozen on the bed.

"You should go too," I told Daemon, he couldn't do anything to stop what was coming.

"Stop being so damn sacrificial. Your not going to die, and neither am I," Daemon yelled at me. Strangely it made me feel a little better to have him take charge of the situation like that.

Daemon suddenly froze too. He started breathing really hard and fast, and he looked like he was in pain and struggling against something.

I was going to ask him what was wrong when both of us suddenly turned to the dresser on Riever's side of the room. There was a mirror over it. Frost started to spread over the mirror, growing rapidly from the center. I almost screamed I was so scared, but it caught in my throat. My eyes grew wide. When the frost covered the whole mirror, a thin shaky line scratched across the glass. I could even hear it. It was like a claw was etching something into the glass. Small flakes of frost fell to the dresser top. Then the line made a sudden curve.

The sound pierced the room, like nails against a chalk board. I cringed. My heart was beating so erratically I thought it was going to burst out of my chest. I wanted to look away, but my eyes were glued to the mirror. A large 'c' finally took shape. The scratching stopped for a moment, but then it started again. I could feel Daemon's fear emanating off of him, but it was only feeding my fear. If Daemon was scared, all hell was about to break loose.

I tried to swallow, but my throat and mouth were so dry. An 'o' quickly appeared beside the c. The thin lines were slowly taking shape into letters. It was a message. More and more letters formed. The sound was getting louder and louder, cutting through the deafening silence. I was bawling silently now. Everything around me was becoming blurred and all I could see was the words that were being formed on the mirror.

C.O.M.E. C.H.I.

Daemon was shaking where he stood. He was frozen, trapped, like I was. An a long thin vertical line scraped along the mirror. I knew what the word was, but I was still transfixed by the event. The scraped off frost was formed a small pile of snow on the dresser. This wasn't some illusion, this was real. Sweat poured off my face even though I was frozen down to my very soul. I could see my breath in small clouds of mist in front of me, but my eyes were still glued to the mirror. And 'L' formed and I tried to scream. I didn't have to wait for the 'd' to form. I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head, trying to break the bond that was over me.

"NO!" I finally screamed out, overpowering the screech of nail on glass. I started to sob and hyperventilate uncontrollably. I felt strong warm arms around me, and I tried to pull away, but they wouldn't let me.

Only when Daemon began to speak softly to me, did I finally relax, and wept into his chest. The message remained on the mirror, etched forever:

COME CHILD

~End Chapter 7: Power~

Author's Tidbits: So how was that? Was that at all scary? Huh? Huh? Huh? I was listening to music when I wrote that and I was writing it really fast, so I guess it was more intense for me than it was for you. But I found out that I can type pretty fast, I just use the delete button a lot. :) Well... was that enough plot for you? Does the story make more sense? Is anyone confused? Muhahaha... you're all a big bunch of fruits. E-mail me and tell me what you think!!!

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