She bolted upright from the bed, a moment's fear and panic chilling the blood in her veins. Icey blue eyes glanced around quickly as she slid from the warm bed, the black silken sheet wrapped around her naked form.

She turned around in her bedroom to see two sleeping forms on her bed, confusion set in quickly. His arms were wrapped around her sleeping form, both of their breathing was even.. shallow.. - evidence of their slumber. His wings were wrapped ever so protectively.. almost lovingly around her naked body - it was her.

But if she was standing here, in the middle of the room, how could she still be lying in his arms - right there?

Everything went black, it felt like she was drowning, she couldn't breathe, couldn't scream for help - and she couldn't fight her way back up from the abyss that was pulling her under.

"Cheyenne?" The voice that called to her was soft, musical and ever so gentle.

"Where am I?" Slow and cautious steps carried her through the field she'd found herself now in. She turned around quickly - where had her bedroom gone? A figure began to emerge from the forest's edge, and Cheyenne brought up a hand to shield herself from the bright emanating light, as she attempted to make out the approaching figure.

Time seemed to stand still, there was no sound - there was only peace and calm; only the sound of her heart beating in her chest.

The woman was breathtakingly beautiful, if Cheyenne didn't know better, she'd have sworn that the woman that now stood before her was an older version of herself - but yet a different version.. so different.

Golden curls tumbled down and below her waist, her skin was a pale ivory color, and Cheyenne believed if she'd reached out to touch it - it'd feel just as soft as the finest bolts of silk.

Cheyenne began to cautiously circle the woman that stood now in the middle of the vacant field with Cheyenne, continuously observing her. When she finally came to stand in front of the woman again, Cheyenne searched the woman's face for some sign of recognition.

She offered a smile to Cheyenne, and from that smile warmth, love and tenderness pulsed and filled the air around them - but she'd yet to speak another word since calling to her.

She felt the warmth, it touched her skin - it touched her soul and the very core of her being. Blinking, Cheyenne took a step back. "Who are you?"

"Caroline." The woman said most simply as she brought her hands together in front of her and clasped them together against her stomach.

Cheyenne wracked her mind, her memory, trying to grasp something that would tell her who this woman was, but she came up empty handed. "Do I know you?"

"Yes.. and no. But I know you." Now the woman moved slowly, gracefully - almost as if she were floating over the ground. Slowly towards the stream that was several yards away. "I've known you all your life."

Cheyenne felt compelled to follow this, 'Caroline,' a few short strides brought her beside this woman as she continued to try to pull a Caroline from her memory. "I have never crossed paths with a Caroline before."

"You were very young when we last saw one another." The woman stopped a few feet from the stream to turn and look towards Cheyenne. "So young, that I am not surprised that time would diminish your recognition in me. You have grown up to become a beautiful woman."

The wheels were turning, spinning.. racing now as Cheyenne stopped to turn and face the woman - this Caroline. She tilted her head to the right as a stray curl fell over her eye and then it all clicked. "Mother?"

"Do you know I was once much like you Cheyenne?" Caroline began to walk along the stream's edge, looking far off into the distance as she spoke."When I see you now, I see myself when I was your age and felt the way you feel now. Your father was so stubborn, so.. persistent. He never gave up, not until..." She let the thought break as she shook her head smiling, "It is a lonely road that you travel now Cheyenne."

"The life of a Rogue is a lonely path, there's not time to let anyone in." She'd fell in step with her mother as she looked over the water, trying to sort through what she was trying to say.

"But you did twice before, and you were happy - if even for the short period of time you allowed yourself such feelings. Don't you miss that?"

"I have no regrets."

"If you could go back and choose to not walk away from either man, would you?"

"I would change nothing."

"How long will you continue to fight yourself Cheyenne?"

"Until the day that Death's Kiss is final."

Golden eyes studied Cheyenne carefully before she stepped within arm's length of her once again, shaking her head back and forth on a long sigh. "Do you know how long it took your father to fully tame me Cheyenne?"

At this Cheyenne blinked several times before bringing her icey blue eyes to gaze into her mother's golden ones, a smirk forming at the corner of her lips, "How long?"

"From the moment that he'd laid claim to me, to the moment I finally surrendered to him - body, heart, mind and soul." She turned to fully face her daughter, her left arm extended, the fingertips of her left hand brushing against Cheyenne's cheek. "One week."

Her entire body was flooded with a calm, serene, warmth as the blackness descended upon her once again. When she opened her eyes again, she was in the middle of her room once more and she was watching herself sleeping in his arms. Icey blue eyes traversed their entertwined bodies, and a shiver coursed through her body.

"Tell me what you see Cheyenne."

"I see a man and a woman sleeping together."

Caroline, tilted her head and her golden eyes flashed briefly as they met her daughters gaze. "Cheyenne, what do you truly, honestly feel when you look upon yourself there, in his arms? Free yourself of your inhibitions, your doubts.. surely you are not that numb and cold to tell me that when you cast your eyes upon those sleeping forms there, that it makes you feel nothing." Gently, she reached again towards Cheyenne, warm fingertips guiding her chin to turn and her eyes to look on her own sleeping form entertwined with Kraven's.

Caroline wanted Cheyenne to see how his arms wrapped carefully around her, holding her body to his. She wanted Cheyenne to realize that Kraven had trusted her enough to let his wings wrap protectively over her naked form as they lay sleeping, and how even in sleep he would stroke his hand up and down her back - or stroke her hair, soothingly.. gently.

She was trapped, she could not turn away from the vision in front of her.. she could not deny that when she did look upon herself there with Kraven that it stirred emotions within her. She sighed softly as she watched the rise and fall of his chest - her own chest. It seemed like hours as she stood there watching the sleeping pair, and each time Kraven's hand would brush against her in sleep, she would tremble and murmur against his flesh.

"Let him in Cheyenne, let yourself fully surrender to his wants, and his needs - his demands. In return Cheyenne, you will find that in time, you will have all that you have ever wanted." She leaned this time to brush her warm lips against her daughter's cheek, her parting words whispered in the still of the night, "We loved you Cheyenne, we chose to do what was best for you in our hearts and souls. We always will love you as we watch over you from above."

And the darkness would wash over Cheyenne once more as she was returned to her sleeping form in Kraven's arms. She murmured something incoherent as she curled her body tighter to his, sighing softly.

-Some adult language and content included.-

It was the reason she didn't allow herself to sleep often - the nightmares were often much to brutal.. to real of a reminder of what she'd endured in her life; a reminder to her of what she'd lost in her times of weakness.

Normal for the Rogue was weeks upon weeks with no sleep or food at all - Badsiders, Whiskey and water was what fueled her body. When it got to be to much - when her body had finally had enough she'd fall into what she'd deemed the Void. With any luck on occassion within the Void she'd find a few hours of rest - but even then, after driving her body beyond the breaking point, the nightmares would come.

When she felt safe and protected is when she'd always slept the best, it wasn't always peaceful.. but it was moreso than what was the norm for the Rogue.

Tonight however, would be no different than any other night that she'd allowed herself to seek sleep's comfort - even within the arms of the man that made her feel safer than anyone else in her entire life.

It was a full moon, the air was cool and crisp - she could even smell the onset of rain that was quickly approaching.

"You can't hide bitch."

She was breathing hard, pressed flat against the slick concrete wall of the Dockside building. She was loosing the race - the hunter now became the hunted, and she was running out of options.

"I can hear your heart beating and soon I'll be bleeding you like a pig, just like you did my woman."

She closed her eyes for a brief second, she had no where else to run.. nothing else she could do.

Unlike his woman counterpart, this one was different - it was immune to her magical powers and that proved to be a rather large issue. She had two options as she saw it - she could continue to run, where she wasn't to sure and she could hope that somehow she'd find somewhere she could hide from it; or she could turn and fight, knowing that death was the only thing she'd find.

"Come out, come out wherever you are."

She could hear him, he was so close she could smell him, he wasn't afraid; he knew she couldn't hurt him. He knew he was going to win. Slight movements of both wrists, had her pride and joys slipping deftly into her hands - she felt the cool steel in the palm of her hands; she felt the fear course through her.. she felt the approach of death.

She turned quickly to her right, slicing low with the right dagger and high with the left - but he wasn't there. She felt his knee smash roughly into her lower back, causing the wind to be knocked from her, she bit back the scream. She went blind with the pain when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and slammed her head into the concrete wall. The daggers hung loosely against her wrists as her body went lax and her mind grew foggy. She felt the stone cold grip of his strong hand around her neck - his fingers tightening their grip as he turned her to face him, lifting her like a rag doll off the ground and against the wall.

"I told you, you couldn't run bitch - now you're mine."

Icey blue eyes fluttered open to stare into his eyes - the eyes of the creature that would claim her life. His eyes were white, his skin glowed in the moonlight. She tried to find some semblance of strength in her to resist, to fight back - the world was spinning as his fingers tightened even more around her neck. She saw his crude attempt at a smile - she saw the pearly white fangs glint dangerously in the dark as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Now you will become that which you hunted, you will serve me."

She felt the sting of the fangs as they sank into her flesh - she felt him drink from her.. she screamed and she screamed as she felt the venom burn through her body.

Twilight had barely began to settle over Rhy'din, the Estates bathed in the darkness as the Rogue's screams shattered the silent of the night. Her skin was cold and clammy to the touch, she was shaking from head to toe - her pulse was racing as she thrashed in the bed - "No, no please stop..NOOO!"

She continued to thrash now with renewed vigor as her hands lashed out, she cried out again feeling strong arms holding her close as she struggled to wake from the nightmare. Her breathing was ragged, her pulse racing as fast as the best breed of horse - icey blue eyes flew open and it took her several long moments to separate reality from the horror she'd faced in her dreams.

She said nothing as she finally broke free of the nightmare, she could only tremble in his arms - within the safe haven that his wings and he'd offered her. She wanted to cry, to sob like a child in his arms - but she could not. Several moments passed before she'd finally try to speak, hoping that her voice was stronger than how she felt, "Nightmares." She had to check, she had to be sure, a shaky and pale hand was raised to her neck as fingertips traced over cold milky flesh - there were no bite marks. She swallowed back a strangled cry before she curled to him tighter. "They plague my sleep often, I don't sleep because of it."

Ever so slowly her breathing would return to a semblance of normality, her pulse would slow as she let herself be comforted by him. At the mere mention of what she'd dreamed, a visible shudder shook her body. She said nothing, she wouldn't - she didn't want to remember, but she wanted him to understand.. she couldn't stop the trembling yet, she couldn't make the cold wash away from her skin.

Fingertips rose to brush gently, almost hesitantly against his brow - almost regretting having to doing this. What would he think of her; this was only the beginning of the demons that she had hidden away.

Emotions, visions, smells would immediately assault his senses - all that had transpired in her dream. All that she'd felt..

She sat there, her naked body curled against his own as she let herself be comforted by him. She sighed softly against his chest as she murmured quietly against his flesh.

"What is it that ya believe to know of me Kraven?" She hated herself for doing this, for ruining this moment that she would treasure.. but he had to know - and she did as well.

She took the cup of tea, grateful for it as she sipped from it carefully, cradling it in her hand she listened to him before she nodded. "I do much more than just that though." She looked off into the distance, out through the window to the slowly rising sun. "You will not ask, it's not in your nature, I could tell that about ya - but I must tell you. I need ya to understand why I am the way I am - who I am. I'll begin where I thought it had all began." Another sip of the tea before she beckoned him closer, and moved to meet him - now warm fingertips brushed against his brow.

Her eyes fluttered close on a soft sigh, the brand on her outer right ankle began to pulse and throb with life - slowly the blood would start to trickle harmlessly down her foot.

She would show him the beginning - at least what was the beginning for her, before she'd taken her near three year leave from Rhy'din to unveil the rest.

Visions began to form in his mind, the sights, smells and sounds from that dark, dreary night in Rhy'dins back alleyways - the night her birth parents; Andrew and Caroline Fordyce left her on the Taine's doorstep. Visions would flash forward to the night that Drew had come to her in the middle of the night and told her that her entire family; mother, father and brother had been slaughtered later that night.

A slight tremble shook the Rogue as she continued to let the visions flow freely from her to Kraven - as she relived her past.

She would show him the Taine's raising her, what they were and what they had made her into. A thief, liar, cheat.. a chameleon - able to change her appearance, demeanor, language to suit her time of need. She would show him the things she'd done to survive when she was younger, up until early adulthood. The lies she'd told, the people she'd hurt.. killed. He would see flashes of her with clients.. he would be able to smell the blood as she'd shed it.

He would see that from child to the woman she was now, there was a vast difference - yet there would be none at all. She had grown up to care for no one but herself, to hurt before she could ever be hurt in return.

Years within the vision would pass, and then he would see her with Drew again; the night that Drew had given her the key to her past.. told her who she was.

The night that he'd told her that her family, the Fordyce family was the last of the descendants of a great line of mages and asassins. That they were known for their prowess in secrecy, their powerful magics, mind control, wake of death that they left and their blades. He would hear Drew's voice as he had been the night that he'd told her that each member of the Order was branded at birth with a mark, a black rose with two serpents wrapped around the rose and a dagger pointed downwards through the middle. That the entire brand was black and shifts with life. The girls at birth were branded on their outer right ankles, the boys were branded on the back of their necks.

Within the time that she'd shown him just these years, she'd moved her body on the couch closer to him, so that there was not much distance between them. The cup of tea was long since forgotten as she let the trance take her - as she let the truth flow.

He would see her now in the room that she'd inhabited before she'd bought the Estates that they resided in now. She'd shown him the night that the messenger had come, what had been said.. He would feel her frustration and anger that coursed through her - that drove her. He'd be able to smell the stale cigar smoke of Mike's office, hear the words that had transpired between her and Mike that evening.

She was growing paler on the couch as she pushed this trance state even further, she'd never allowed herself to use magic for to long at a time.. but she had to show him just a bit more for now. She had to bring him to the beginning, to where the weakness had started.

He'd feel her elation and smugness when she'd met with Elaine to discuss the purchase of the Estates.. he'd feel her giddyness when she'd twirled like a child in the foyer of her new home.

And he would see the place where it had started...the beginning.. the Arena.

She let out a quiet gasp as she removed her fingers from his brow. Her head tilted to the side as she watched his face for a reaction. Slightly shakey hands brought the now tepid tea to her lips for a long sip.

She leaned gently into his caress.. it spoke of courage, and promises that were forbidden. She let icey blues flutter close again as she in turn lifted her own hand in a caress. Fingertips gently touched against the warmness of his cheek and the visions would soon return to him, as she took him further.

She took him back to the night when she'd returned to the Arena, the night where the first sign of weakness would ever be displayed in her.. the night she met the first man that she ever let into her life.

Voices would assault his sense of sound and he would see her in the strip duel with Max - he would hear the official and see her shedding her clothing. He would hear those simple words of defense that the man spoke on her behalf - and he would feel the moment her control began to slip. She let him feel the confusion as she had that night. Hours within the vision would pass and he would see all that she had done in that time to try and sort out the puzzle of emotions that the man's words had started. She would show him that she had stayed with the man, alone in the vacant Arena well into the night. He would hear all that they'd discuss - and the warnings that she'd sent.

Her body trembled while she sat in his lap, goosebumps rose over her warm flesh as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Her pulse quickened as she allowed herself to remember - allowed her to show him.

She showed him when the man brushed his lips against hers, the war she'd waged inside of what was right and what was wrong - and she'd let him feel the moment her control snapped and she'd returned his kiss.

She let hours more pass from her mind into his - the next few nights worth of dueling that she'd taken part in; the people that she'd come to cross paths with. He would see that even then she was much the same as she had been when he'd met her.. the foul mouth, high strung, hard ass Rogue.

She would show him the Twilight Isle - and he would see how naive and unsure she had been at that time when magic was involved. All that had transpired there he would know and he would feel the rage that claimed her body when the man she'd let into her life was threatened.. the man she'd yet to admit to anyone that she loved.

She would show him the hunts that followed as the rage burned inside her - the business deal gone wrong; the woman she'd saved from being raped. He would smell the coppery scent of the blood as she had that night. He would know how she felt about those of "Society."

He would understand that for her, to love was to protect, to cherish - to die for. She would show that to him as she showed him her thoughts when she was alone - the struggle to find a way to protect Artemus.. and then the visions would change abruptly to her training in the Dojo; and then to the meeting with Legendoza.

Her skin grew clammy as she adjusted herself in his lap, she was drawing on him to find courage to continue. She bit her lower lip as she continued to let the memories form in his mind.

He would hear the discussion that had taken place with Legendoza and he would hear the ultimatum that she'd been given. She would show him just how far her love would go when she freely gave it - and he would feel the moment that Hell had claimed their lost Daughter back.

She showed him how taint of the Bloodspeakers touched her body, the moment that Kiara had taken over her body. She showed him what Daigotsu and Kiara had done to her in the months that they'd had her prisoner - and how she'd finally managed to fight it off and crawl back from Hell's Embrace.

The change in her would be noticeable from the first memories she'd shown him, to the woman he'd see now racing over Rhy'din after her recovery demanded by the Seekers was cut five months short.

Visions would flash once again and he would see Artemus with his new family - the family that he'd move on to build when they'd all believed that the Rogue was dead.

She stopped there and sighed deeply, fingertips sliding gently down his cheek as she opened icey blue eyes to seek out his own. Her voice was weak and she offered a hint of a smile to him as she spoke, "You see, I am not that much of a shrew, I have loved before."

The sun had well risen while the two had stayed on that couch - while she shared with him what she'd tried to forget. Golden rays of sunlight streamed through the window and framed her face as she smiled to him. She took the offered cup and sipped slowly from it, before she leaned over slightly to put the cup onto the tabletop, settling once again into his lap. Icey blue eyes gazed gently into his own eyes for a moment before she spoke once more, "The Bloodspeakers changed me Kraven, they made me even colder than I was in the beginning - more powerful.. more deadly." She'd put a finger against his lips to silence him as she continued, "Though I have showed ya years of my life, there is still so much more that I feel the need to tell ya." She leaned in and brushed warm lips against his own, afraid in herself that it might be the last time she'd be able to do so. She spoke again, gently, quietly against his lips with her eyes closed. "You have given me courage to share these moments with you Kraven, but I fear what is yet to come may change everything," and before he could reply, both hands cradled his face as the floodgates once again were opened.

The images that formed in his mind this time were erratic, confusing and nothing but a mess - he'd see her fighting, lying limp and basically dead on the bed that they shared with one another; he'd see her running and he'd see her making love.

The Rogue was fighting herself and her well built walls around her memories - she was afraid of what it meant to let him, afraid of what he'd think.

Ever so slowly she'd bring herself to calm and the images in his mind would settle and he would be taken back to her return from death..

She would show him the night she'd been reunited with a childhood friend, her old business partner, Troy.. he would hear the words that they spoke to one another. He would feel the doubt and the self hate that she'd felt at allowing herself to fall in love - allowing herself to be weak; to need someone.

He'd feel the panic, the momentary fear when she'd thought she was going to be raped - he would feel the fight in her and the smugness when she'd killed.

Weeks, even months would flash by in his mind - as she continued to train, becoming stronger.. more self dependent once again. She'd bring him to the night that she'd stumbled her way home from the Red Dragon Inn, extremely inebriated. He'd be witness to their conversations and the brotherly/sisterly argument that they'd held over her one true fear.

The images would become erratic once more as she fought to face the memories of Lang Darkwing. The second and the last man she'd sworn to herself that she'd ever love, ever care for or ever let close enough to hurt her.

She'd force herself to focus, to control the power she'd been cursed with as she whimpered softly in his lap.

She would show him that it'd started out as a business deal, much like the beginning's of their supposed business arrangement - and then he'd kissed her; made a scene over her lack and want to eat. He'd hear the accusations of her being a lesbian, her frustration and her control snap as she lashed out and mentioned Artemus' name. He'd feel the panic, shock and shame when she'd heard Artemus' voice will her to calm. He'd see the destruction that her frustration and anger had made of the Inn's kitchen.

Weeks would pass in the images again, the start and blossom of her and Lang's relationship, the building of Darkwing's Forge. Her thoughts, her fears. . . and he would feel the betrayal she'd felt the night Lang had told her he'd been hired to capture her.

She let him feel openly all that she'd felt that night, let him feel the war that she'd waged with herself that night.

A tear began to slide down from the Rogue's closed eyes as she trembled with the memory of betrayal.

He'd see that in the glint of her eyes that night when she'd thrown that dagger, she couldn't kill him - she loved him. He'd know in that moment that when she gave her love.. it was selfless and it was true.

Time would pass then as she let the images flash within his mind, the purchase of the building that was Fordyce Enterprises. The night's she'd spent with Lang, her thoughts when they were together and apart.

He would see the first official job that they'd taken on after opening Fordyce Enterprises - feel the adrenaline pumping through her as she moved to save another life. The anger, disgust and hatred that burned in her at the thought of someone being raped. She showed him the bond that she'd allowed to form between her and Lang, the partnership - the trust. He'd know that for her, trust was a thing to cherish and treasure - that her trust was something rarely given and hard pressed to believe in from others. He would see and feel all that she'd done to get the job done - that she'd do anything that it'd take; he would see the chameleon that the Rogue could and would be at any given moment.

As she remembered the Rogue's flesh warmed and covered in goosebumps as the sun in Rhy'din reached it's peak. Time continued it's ever present dance around the pair as she continued to show Kraven who she was.

She breathed a deep sigh as she now adjusted herself against him, the Rhy'din sun was now beginning to fall below the horizon around the pair. No one knew where she'd been, she'd told no one - contacted no one in the two and a half years she'd gone missing from the streets of Rhy'din. She'd not thought she'd ever have to relay this to anyone other than the few she'd called friends. The chill of night was beginning to wash through the house as the Rogue pushed on to finish what she'd started.

He'd see her sliding into the Impala and speeding away from the Estates, feel the sadness as it washed over her - she was running. Running from herself, her friends and from the man she'd loved - she'd never looked back, not even once. She'd vowed to herself in that moment that she would never love again. She'd never let anyone close enough to her that she could possibly hurt again.

Months of searching and investigating would flow through his mind - determination and persistence he'd feel from her.

He'd see the cloaked figures that she was surrounded by, he'd hear their murmurs of an old ancient language. He'd feel the flicker of the flames against his skin, the warmth of the night. He would understand that she was searching for herself and for answers that were long overdue.

He'd see her training physically, mentally and magically. He'd feel the loneliness that she'd felt in the dark of the night as she'd sat on the balcony and watched the moon.

Tomes, scrolls, vials. liquids and dusts he'd see surrounding her as she pored over them - learning what they were and how they were meant to be used.

He'd see the changes that she was going through.. he'd feel them.

He'd see a gate being lowered for her, the dozen cloaked figures that flanked her. He would see how the proud alabaster mare carried her on it's back, dressed in her normal Rogue's attired. He'd see the townsfolk all looking up to her, some in curiosity, some in wonder - but mostly he'd note the fear in their eyes as they looked upon the woman on horseback. He'd hear the murmurs that spread throughout the crowd, see how the people parted and made way for her passage.

He would see how the young girl reached up to brush her tiny fingers against her leather clad leg, only to have her mother yank her away slandering the Rogue. He would feel her rejection, her hatred to who she was.

He would understand that what he was seeing was the Rogue returning to her birthplace, she had returned home - home to Guardania.

All her months of research had led her to the twelve cloaked men that now flanked her, the Order's Guardians. They were the next line of men that protected the Order's secrets, held it's histories in their hands - their memories.

It had taken her several months of scouting in order to find where the twelve had chosen to guard these secrets, but once they'd seen the brand - they knew.

They had trained in her in the next several months, helping her to enhance her blade skills, perfect the skills she'd need as the perfect Assassin. They'd taught her more about the gifts of magic that flowed through her blood, helped her to embrace them - use them. When they had exhausted her, and only when they were all in agreement that she'd learned all that they could physically and magically teach her they would show her, one by one who she was.

By the gift of touch she could take memories from people, thoughts, emotions - and she could give as she chose in the same mannerism. This was how the Guardians showed the Rogue her past, her beginning - her bloodline and what it meant.

He would see the two beings standing at an impasse. He would feel the chaotic darkness that filled the room, and the soothing presence that brought with it a serene calm. He would hear the gasp from Caroline, see the wonderment in Cheyenne's obsidian gaze as she looked from one to the other.

On one side of the room, surrounded in a softly glowing white light, stood an Arch Angel. The most beautiful thing that Caroline had ever lived to see. His hair was golden blond, his eyes the gentlest light blue - brilliant white wings folded against his body. He would feel as both Caroline and Cheyenne had felt, overwhelmed by kindness, gentleness, calmness and purity. He would know that when the Celestial being announced himself, he too had called himself Kraven.

On the other side of the room, was his total opposite.

Chaos, madness, and fury thickened the air surrounding Caroline's mid-wife. Her eyes were as black as the babe Caroline held in her arms. She looked like the same woman that had helped to deliver the child she held, but Caroline could tell that though the body was one in the same - the person was not.

She would let him hear their brief conversation as the Guardian's had let her - he had to understand as she had.

"We seem to have come to an impasse Devon."

"Indeed Kraven. I have my orders."

"As do I."

"My time is short within the confines of this mortal body. Let this be brief. We will return the man."

"The child is to never bare of her own womb. On her 21st birthday she must choose."

"To follow us."

"Or to follow us. I will do all that I can to purify her now, how long it will last is up to the child."

"We will not intervene again until her coming. Lucifer has made this... very clear."

"And neither will we. Do you accept that which we offer you?"

He would feel the confusion in Caroline, but he would feel also the desperation as she looked from being to being and then to her husband - then to the child in her arms. A single nod from her as she damned herself for wanting her family back, for needing her family back.

He would see the Arch Angel approach the baby that Caroline held, see the glow as the white light flowed from the celestial into the her. He would see slowly as the babe's eye color changed from obsidian to a pale blue color. And he would see the celestial step back and nod once.

He would then see the now the demonically possessed mid wife step to the bed where the body of Andrew laid, see the darker aura swirl around him. See the woman's eyes change from obsidian to blood and then he would hear the heartbeat begin to throb in the man's body as the midwife stepped away.

"It is done, we leave you now."

He would see as Devon vacated the mid wife's body, the Celestial pause a moment before he touched Caroline's mind. "If ever you need me, call for me and I will be there."

Kraven would hold Cheyenne as she countined to link her mind with his, showing her all the images of her past, as well as part of her past he already knew of. Yet to her wish he would remain silent with his eyes closed and his arms around her, letting her know he was still there. Letting her share these painfull memories with him.

During the pauses, how ever brief they were one hand would stroke her hair. With the other rubbing against her back, in a soft comforting touch. Soft breaths of air taken, as those images of the past he knew finally came to his mind, getting a slight smile to cross his lips. As well as the promise that he made to her mother.

When they finally came to an end, his eyes slowly openned watching her as she trembled in his embrace. His hand on her back moved to catch her chin, tilting her head back, before pressing a soft..slow kiss to her lips. No words were needed as the kiss said it all.

Everything she had showed him, did not change anything that she so feared it would. As his hand shifted to cup the side of her neck, thumb brushing over her cheek. As the kiss would continue for a few more long silent moments.

"There is something you must know, Cheyenne. The angel that was there..was me. I mourned the passing of your parents. It was a few years after that. When I was casted out, your mother came to me then. Asking me to find you, and to protect you." He murmured softly to her as he pressed a kiss to her brow, then one to her cheek.

He let her pulled back to just look at him, while it was true that he didn't look the way he did when she was a mere child. The gaze that locked onto her eyes, letting their minds reconnect again. Letting the Rogue see, that the fallen angel before her. Was the very one that she had seen in her memories.

"I have changed since then, Cheyenne. It wasn't long ater that deal was made. That I was casted out, and now I am here. In your home, at your mother's request to be your guardian. And to make sure that you have someone along side of you, when the time comes for you to make a choice." He murmured softly to her again, as he aimed to pull her back into that close embrace. Wings wrapping around her as well.

Slowly and carefully, he moved to stand as he scooped Cheyenne up into his arms. Craddling her as he moved towards the stairs, letting her curl into his form. With his wings protecting her, as he carried her up the stairs and towards the master bedroom. Before he looked down at her, to her questions.


"Yes, but I have never been one to follow the rules. It is why I was cast out." Murmured softly to her as he carried her into the room, before laying her down on the bed. He then moved to lay down beside her.