Can you help me?

Alba laughed, remembering the demon's firey personality and the way she would attack anything in sight if she was angry.
She was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.

Vrael managed a wry smile, and let his mind wander back to before he knew about Demon Hunters.

Alba looked at Shadow's sleeping face, seeing the blissfull peace that echoed there that could only be found through sleep. She wished she could sleep peacefully for once. Her nightmares had been getting worse the past few nights and she wasn't getting enough sleep.

Shadow's eyes opened again, but she didn't go beserk again. Her eyes widened.
"Vrael... Vrael!" She said, urgency creeping into her voice.
Vrael knelt beside her again. "What is it?"
"I can feel him... in my mind..." She murmured.

Alba quickly stepped to her friend's side.
"Who?" she asked urgently, "Who is it?"

Vrael had quickly placed two fingers on Shadow's temples, and the demoness' eyes rolled to the back af her head as she fell unconscious.
"Karthragan." He said, quiet fury lining his voice.

Alba could feel the blood drain from her face. The last time she had heard of the demon, Shadow had been about to give birth to his young. (i am getting it right, right? he is the father of Onix and Archangel... right?)
She remembered the hatred and fear she had felt eminating off her like heat does off a roaring fire. But for now, she didn't know what to do. She had no clue how to help. He was inside her mind!
Wait a minute, thought Alba, I'm a hypnotist. Maybe i can find my way into Karth... Kar... never mind, into his mind through Shadow's... it might just work.

((No, that was Voldemort. Kar is Shadow's father))

Vrael bit his lip, looking worried.
"This exceeds the bounderies of bad..." He murmured. "The chain has begun..."

((oooops, my mistake... always fu... messing up, me))

Alba turned her head to give Vrael a questioning look.
"Chain?" she asked, afrade of the possible answer.

Vrael looked at Alba.
"It is advisable for you to take a seat. The story is long..."

"Ok," replied Alba, seating herself in an armchair beside the couch, "Tell me."

Vrael sat himself opposite Alba, and began to explain:
"The very beginning happened with Shadow and Raven's mother, Arella. She was 'tricked' by a demon known as Karthragan. There had been an ancient prophecy concerning both him and the 'messenger angel'. It was only once it happened that the Senate of Synairn realised that the Messenger Angel was indeed, Arella.
"That was the beginning of the prophecy. The next part now lies on the shoulders of our generation, notably Shadow and myself, and then with Twilight and Archangel. Shadow's role begins the sequence. Either Karthragan kills her, and retains eternal rule over the darkness of every world. Shadow may kill Karthragan, and she takes over the reign of power. Or perhaps they both die, and Archangel takes over.
"However, there is a problem with the prophecy. If anyone other than Shadow kills Karthragan or vise versa, they both die because of the mental link they share.
"Once their battle is over, then my part arrives. Shadow's title is 'the Princess of Darkness', and mine is 'Bringer of Eternal Night'. If Karthragan wins, then I am destined to lose control, and destroy the sun." He looked away, as if ashamed.

Alba blinked.
Destroy the sun! Fu... bloody hell!
She smiled at Vrael comfortingly.
"We'll find a way to stop him. If it's the last thing i do, i'm not letting him anywhere neer you!"
She stood and made her way to the chair the vampire demon was seated on. She sat beside him, wrapping her arms around him and holding him close.

Vrael hugged Alba back.
"I may not have a choice." He murmured.

Alba closed her eyes, wishing Kar had never come to be. Then a thought dawned an her.
"I know this probably isn't the best moment," she said, "but, if you're Shadow's brother, who was your's and Shaeman's father?"

"We are only semi-siblings." Vrael said. "Her name was Syrlya."

"Was she a vampire?" asked Alba softly.
She realised that she didn't know anything about Vrael's upbringing or past. It amused her that she could love someone she knew so little about.

Vrael shook his head.
"I never knew much about her. Both Shaeman and myself were raised by Karthragan until, in a fit of rage, he sent me to another dimension. The dimension of the dead. A kindly vampress found me, and decided to help me, but to fit in, she had to make me a vampire. The vampiric blood claimed my human side, but couldn't touch the demonic."

"I wish my history was that interesting," said Alba with a smile, "I'm an orphin. My parents died when I was two. The only think i have left of them is a silver locket with a photo and a poem."
As she said this, she fingered a silver chain around her neck, her eyes distant for a while.
"I was rased by my aunt Lucinda. She's an eccentric old woman who lives in a flat in Paris. I miss her sometimes, but then i remember the badly put on makeup and awful hair styles and realise i'm better off here without her. With friends."

Vrael smiled slightly.
"At least you were with family that cared." He murmured.

"I wouldn't call sending me to a posh french school caring, but at least it's better than being sent to your death," she smiled up at Vrael, her green eys soft.

Vrael looked dully at the ground.
"We thought we were able to run from it, if we ran for long enough... But he has found us. There is no going back, and there is no more running away."

Alba looked away, not quite knowing what to reply to that. She felt sorry for Vrael, knowing that he would never be able to run from his destiny.

Vrael looked outside at the sky, and his eyes widened.
"Oh no..." He murmured to himself. No, not tonight, not here! He was shouting in his mind. He could see that the sun was going down, but he couldn't leave Shadow, and he couldn't move her to another place. He was stuck there...

Alba sensed his unease and looked up into his face, a questioning look in her green eyes.
"What is it?" she asked, "What's wrong?"