After all that had happened to her she had finally slept.  She had left all of her friends behind and didn't look back.  She loved them all dearly somewhere deep in her heart but she knew she had to leave them all to get herself back together.  She had become many things she never wanted to be.  Becoming ill hearted and cruel and changing all the time, like the wind.  Last anyone had seen of her Phoenix had taken out the taint of the Creed.  She quietly slipped back into the shadows, where she felt she belonged.  Finally embracing the darkness of sleep.<br/><br/>As she slept she dreamt of her past, nothing unusual for her.  She had done that on many occasions while unconscious though this time they seemed like she was entirely reliving her past.  As her dreams began reaching closer and closer to her most recent past she knew something was going on.<br/><br/>She had left Zanfell behind in his Haven with K.  Alucard was lying on the cool rock bottom of the cave entrance trying to pull himself together after nearly scorching himself to a crisp by bringing her back up to the surface.  She had begun to go through a transformation again and left them all behind.  She felt like she was in a fog, her thoughts were not entirely clear as she followed her feet set in a path in her head.<br/><br/>As she arrived to her destination her thoughts became less cloudy and she began wondering where she was and why.  Though still drawn inward, like a force pulling her in, she began questioning more and more.<br/><br/>Entering the large room before her was a throne engulfed in flickering shadows being emitted from hundreds if not thousands of candles.  There she saw him.  Hair as dark as a raven's feathers, eyes as bright green as a cats, tanned skin as the color of leather.  She gasped when her eyes laid on him and realization struck as to who he was.<br/><br/>Another figure flowed in behind her and quickly bowed in front of the throne a silky voice emerged,  'I followed her here to ensure her safety as you asked my Lord.'  A quick approval from his master and he took his place on the right hand side of the throne.<br/><br/>'It seems as though you have recognized me my sweet Rain Dancer.'  He spoke as he stood from the throne.  'You came just as the stars predicted.'  He paused allowing her to gather her thoughts, 'You are very dear to us here.'  A sweeping gesture gave approval for many more figures to appear out of the shadows.<br/><br/>Taking a step back and nearly tripping over her own feet, 'Why am I here? How are you not dead?'<br/><br/>A light laugh escaped his lips, 'You are here because you are the Tamuríl Tìwele.  I'm not dead because...well...I'm not.'  He slowly made his way down from the throne and stood before her.<br/><br/>She knew she was in danger...but she couldn't just leave.  He was far older than her and was tied to her by something she wished still could not be used against her.  He was Lolindor's blood Father.<br/><br/>He was the leader of the Huor Felagund, the chosen nine as they called themselves. Associated with the eight stars of the constellation Orion, and one to lead them.  They had labeled her as a sacrifice.<br/><br/>Her immortal life was in danger and granted she had been trying to kill herself for years, but this was not how she wanted it to end.  Not at the hand of her deceased lovers blood Father.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Unusually her dreams skipped forward for some time.  She returned to Phoenix and Zanfell as something that was not her usual self.  She was extremely the opposite of what they knew.  Though Zanfell at the time had been taken over by the Beast.<br/><br/>Extremely edgy, sharp tongued and seductive she managed to anger Phoenix to the point where she removed the taint of the Creed.<br/><br/>Leaving everyone behind she wandered for a few year through out different countries, meeting new people, acting as a mortal.  Her life was not how she had envisioned it.  What she had become still had one tie to her old self, she would never feed off the unwilling.  Soon she grew bored and wandered back to a small little cemetery deep in a mountain somewhere in Europe.  It was a family cemetery and she had befriend the family of the past generations a few years back.  They themselves, though seldom visited, were blood donors.  They granted her permission to sleep on their land and she took to the darkness and slept.<br/><br/>Her past had run though itself, suddenly as if an alarm rang in her head she awoke.  Slowly she stretched and let herself out from her hiding place.  It was an above ground cement enclosed space with a water fountain on top.  A small trap door led to the outside world.  Not far from the cemetery was a small garden and a young man was working in it golden brown hair and a built farming body.<br/><br/>Pausing to wipe the sweat off his brow his eyes laid on her slim figure with flowing brunette hair.  He grinned, dropped his shovel and ran back to the house.  Quickly he returned with his father and his mother remained on the porch.<br/><br/>He looked like a much younger version of his father and she could see the resemblances as they approached.<br/><br/>“Did you have a good sleep Ma’am?” The young man asked quietly though obviously not trying to hide the fact that he was starring at her.<br/><br/>After she nodded the father spoke up, “You may remember me...”  he began but was quickly cut off by her.  “You were only twelve!  What happened to you being so young?!”<br/><br/>A grin splayed across his face, “Well forty years will do this to a man...” chuckling he turned to his son, “I have my own son now.  My parents however requested to be buried right next to where you slept.”<br/><br/>Turning quickly she walked back to where she woke from and sure enough on either side of where she had been were two newer grave sites.  Quickly bending down on one knee she first paid her respects to the man who had housed her and taken care of her and then to the woman who had clothed her and fed her.<br/><br/>Standing she turned back to the father and his son.  “Forty years you say?” she questioned with a glint in her eye, “I wonder what else has happened while I’ve been sleeping?”<br/><br/>“Before that though you must be hungry.” The young man piped up his eyes directly meeting hers.