"Apparently I was supposed to wake up seven years ago, if the Fates had their way about it." Came the soft, deadlier voice as she looked at Zanfell. "I'm older than you are Zanfell. You just don't realize how old." She tilted her head to one side, "Shouldn't you wonder why Alucard hasn't come back yet?" Phoenix had been known to have eyes and ears everywhere, or at least in some cases places she wanted to, Siofragana was even more entwined in the art. "The answer is quite simple. We restore the balance of what went wrong. Whatever that 'wrongness' is." She let her ice blue eyes flick over to the woman who had yet to name herself.<br/><br/>"Since I have woken up, I've been having dreams about a woman calling my old name for help. You may still call me that if you desire, as my true name is not easily pronounced. However each time she slips into the shadows before I can catch her or find her. I knew I had recognized the voice." She reached over, and without even flinching crushed the red hot cherry with steam passing from her fingers as she released the end of the cigarette. "Destiny may be the bitch, but Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore."