Three hours after the sun had set again; there still wasn’t a peep out of Sophia. Dallas, himself began to worry, although he did not let it show. Since she had changed over to darkness, he could no longer get into her mind. A tricky thing, it was. One could never read the minds of their own fledglings. It frustrated him quite a bit, but he’d have to do what he could.

Dallas made his way down one of the basement halls towards the room which Sophia occupied. He peeked inside the door and saw that she just lied there on her side. He made his way over to her bed, kneeling down infront of her face. The lady had her eyes open, but they had a distant look in them.

"Sophie" Dallas spoke. There was no answer. "Sophia!" he made his voice a little louder and snapped his fingers infront of her face. That was enough to jarr her from her thoughts.

"What do you want?" she spoke with malice.

"Something is troubling you, my sweet. I would like to inquire exactly what it is." he stared at her puzzlingly.

"Why don't you just get inside my head like you did the first night we met?"

"Because, my fledgling, I cannot see inside those I create. I can only see what a mortal would see. No more, no less." Sophia sat up and told him what had happened. When her story was complete, he had a grave look on his face. She'd hit a nerve. How, she did not know.

"This cloaked figure, " he began, "it didn't give you a name? You saw now face? Nothing that could be some form of identification?"

Sophia shook her head sadly. "No, nothing. He just had this very very low voice. Almost demonic, one could say. All I saw was his hand. And there was no flesh to speak of. Just these hideosly white bones." That made Dallas' eyes grow wide. He grabbed Sophia by the wrist and drug her out of the room and back to his own. "What are you doing?" she yelled. He gave no answer. The two walked over to a book case and he removed three books at random (or so it seemed). As the third book was removed, the bookcase detached from the wall. Dallas opened it like a door and drug Sophia with him, closing it in their wake. A staircase greeted them a few steps in. The walls were stone and cold. The air was musty. Quickly they made their way down the dimly lit stairwell towards where she didn't know.

"Where are we going" she asked again.

"The library." Library? There was a library down here? Sophia didn't ask anything else until they made it to that room.

The library was immaculate. Books covered the high walls in every direction, many of them slightly blemished with age. There was a huge oak desk in the middle of the room. Papers were scattered about, as well as various sketches and writings. In the center of the desk was a voluminous book. Much larger than a normal by-the-fire novel. The two walked toward the book and Dallas opened it with the utmost care. Once it was open his nimble fingers began flipping pages swiftly. He stopped at a page that had a familiar picture on it.

"That's him!" Sophia cried. "That's the thing I saw!"

"Just as I feared." Dallas shook his head in dismay. "The Reaper has found you."

"What do you mean? The grim reaper?"

"No. This monster is no grim reaper. Grim is a mere puppy compared to The Reaper. The Reaper has been trying to annihilate our race for centuries. We've managed to hold him off. But, if you look here..." Dallas turned a couple of pages. "this is The Prophecy. In 600 B.C, the birth of our great kind, it was told that a great force would try to strike us down. That force was The Reaper. After his first appearance in 5 A.D, we managed to put him away for a while. But it is also told here, " a few more pages were flipped, "that the Reaper would rise again and try to take what he believed to be his rightful place as the ruler of Darkness. However, a vampire would be 'born' with the potential to defeat The Reaper for good. A female vampire from a broken home." Yet another page was flipped. What stared back at the two of them made a chill go down Sophia's back. She was looking at an almost duplicate of herself. "You are that vampire."

She fell to her knees on the floor. Dallas knelt down and tried his best to comfort her. "I didn't ask for any of this." she said in a weak voice.

"I know you didn't." he rubbed up and down her back. "I should have told you from the very beginning. I blame myself for this, partially." He took his index finger and lifted up Sophia's face. He gave her a smile. "But no matter for now. He won't be seen for a while, most likely. Let's go take a walk through the city." She couldn't help but smile back at him. "Nice fangs." he laughed, noticing them for the first time. He was about to help her up when a loud crash came from up in the house, followed by a scream.