Ok, I know for most of you, you'll be reading this on Thursday and I said I would post on Wednesday...which technically I did! Heh heh...please accept my apologies, my homework load has been hectic lately and I feel like Amelia after a busy day with trying to get the Halloween celebration in order.

But I would like to thank all of you that reviewed! They were all so wonderful and I'm very pleased to hear that you all liked Jack's past! :D Here is your reward!

One last note, after this I will get back onto my regular schedule of updating every Saturday, but I will skip this coming one to get back on task and give me some more time with the next chapter. Ok, enough of my babbling, on with the chapter!

Amelia awoke in the early hours of the morning, though it wasn't due to a strange vision or a reoccurring dream. Instead, it was a question that had been stuck in the back of her mind for some time now that begged to be answered. Just who is the strange ghostly woman, who looks like her double?

'Is she the Armonia that came before me?' was the second thought that came into her head.

Unable to sleep as determination began to course through her veins, she sat up in bed, retrieved her spell book off of her nightstand, and turned on the small lamp so she could read. She scanned the contents of each page carefully, looking for anything that could possibly trace her ancestry. Hours passed as she flipped through the pages of her jewel encrusted book, but unfortunately, to no avail.

"Dang it!" she shouted in frustration and threw her spell book down beside her. She crossed her arms and scowled angrily at it. "You know, for a race of sorcerers that's been around for thousands of years and said to be the most powerful, you think at least one of them would have been smart enough to create a spell that could trace their bloodline through the generations!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed into her room like a small whirlwind that blew every loose item there was. As well as her hair that whipped across her face, which caused her temporary blindness. Because she was too busy trying to move her light brown locks out of her eyes, she didn't notice that the blast of air had no origin. Both the door and the window was closed shut. Nor did she see that the full length mirror in the corner of her room was hazy with an eerie fog in its reflection.

Just as quick as the wind had came, it was gone. She huffed to blow her long hair out of the way and moved it away from her face with her hand.

"What the heck was that?" she asked in annoyance to no one in particular.

She then happened to glance down at the spell book beside her, which had been blown open from the strong gust. Curiously, she carefully lifted it and read over the page. She gasped in shock for what the title of the chapter read.

ORIGINS AND FAMILY TREE OF THE ARMONIA SORCERERS

She immediately turned the page and found an incredibly long list of names with birth and death dates next to their picture. With her index finger, she scanned the contents and found the last known Armonia.

Elizabeth Brave. B. 1837 D. 1853

Her eyes went wide in astonishment, and slightly in fear as she gazed at the image next to the name. She had finally found the ghost in her heirloom hand mirror. It was the very same young woman who appeared in her dreams and had her very same face.

"Elizabeth…Brave!" Amelia breathed in shock.

She gently touched the picture of her relative with her fingertips. Suddenly, a bright light shot out of the book. She quickly had to turn her head away from the intense beam and used her arm to shield her eyes. After a moment or so, the white light faded away, so she cautiously looked back down at the page. There beneath Elizabeth's picture, was Amelia's own with her name printed next to it in ink as well as the year she was born.

Amelia Brave. B. 1991 D. -

Her hands trembled and she dropped the book. She let it fall haphazardly onto her bed as she stared blankly out her window. Her pupils had shrunk to microscopic dots just like she did in fear when she was nine years old.

"Jack!" she shouted and quickly dashed out of her bed after she had grabbed her spell book again. "Jack!"

Thankfully, it was that time of the morning when he would normally wake up, which was about 8 o'clock. Amelia had always known him to be an early bird ever since she came to Halloween Town.

"Jack!" she yelled again as she raced up the spiral staircase. She sprinted into the tower and skidded to a halt a few feet from where the tall skeleton sat on his bed, in his nighttime attire, obviously had just woken up.

"What is it Ami?" he yawned and rubbed his eye tiredly.

"I found…the last…Armonia…before…me." She panted from exhaustion. However, she still had enough energy to open her book to the page with her family tree and handed it to him.

He took it and stood up slowly before looking down at her discovery. His eyes snapped open wide, fully awake, as he gasped in surprise and starred at the image for a few moments before he turned toward the sorceress, who had finally caught her breath.

"You're not trying to pull a joke on me are you?" he asked with a serious tone.

"What? No! Why would I lie about something like this!" she walked over to him and pointed at the picture. "That's the girl I saw in my dream. That's the ghost who appeared in my family's mirror."

"And that's also the girl I lost nearly a century and a half ago." He stated as he stared back down at the image. A hint of sadness had laced his voice, but the young ruler was too shocked to even notice.

"Wha? A-are you serious?" that particular morning was turning out to be quite the startling one for the princess of Halloween.

"Yes," he glanced at the teenager, "but Elizabeth was an Armonia? I didn't even know she was a sorceress!" He said in astonishment. "Of course, I didn't even know that a mystical world lived alongside ours at the time."

He stared at the picture once again of the precious girl who died so long ago and lightly traced his index finger along the outline of her face. His expression turned into that of bewilderment.

"I can't believe I didn't see it before" he looked back up to the descendent that stood before him "…you're her spitting image."

Amelia blushed a little and she avoided eye contact with the tall, skeleton man. So, she simply stared down at her bare feet as though they were the most interesting things in the world. After a brief moment of silence, Jack felt that he had better say something to lift the uncomfortable atmosphere that had settled.

"Well, I didn't mean to make the moment awkward," he smiled and scratched the back of his head as he chuckled nervously. "But it's great that you finally know who she is now."

"Yeah, that's one question answered." She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, "Now just twenty more to go."

He laughed lightly, but then he realized something.

"Wait a minute." His serious tone returned. "Tell me again about that dream you had of her in the graveyard."

"Oh, well she was in mourning at a new looking tombstone, and she whispered the word mother." She gasped, taken aback as soon as the words had left her mouth, and also slightly in fear. "She didn't die of the illness! She died from being bitten by that vampire!"

"Exactly. That explains why she had a closed casket funeral, which was very odd back in the day." He remembered, "It was done so that no one would be able see the bite marks on her neck!"

"Well if she was proof that vampires existed, then why didn't anyone try to hunt down the guy?" she questioned.

"I'm assuming that Marcus would have kept quiet about it." Jack held his chin in thought, "After all, the existence of vampires would have sent people into a panic during that time."

The sorceress went silent for a moment as she tried to recall anymore details of the dream that might be important clues.

"Elizabeth called the vampire, her love. Did she have any boyfriends or something like that before she died?" she questioned.

He stared down at the floor and his eyes seemed very distant, as though he was in a completely different world. A slight sad expression overcame his features as his shoulders sagged, a little depressed.

"To tell you the truth…I honestly don't know." He finally looked up to her after much thought. "If she did, she must have met him in secret. Which, I guess, that would make sense."

"Yeah, I suppose so." She grasped her chin as she pondered. "Wait! There was one more thing I forgot about that happened in the dream. After that no good jerk ran off, Elizabeth whispered something and I'm certain it was a spell of some sort. A white ball of light floated out of her body after she said it and it shot off into the distance."

"Hmm…she must have done something to her soul in order to preserve her life." He flipped a few pages in the book, "But I have no idea what sort of spell she would have used. The best I can figure is that she sealed herself into an object of some sort."

"The family mirror!" The young sorceress gasped, which she seemed to be doing a lot of lately. "She must have! That would explain why I saw her face in its reflection that one night!"

"Yes that is probably it." He crossed his arms, "But, she wouldn't have tried to save herself by being trapped in a mirror forever. She must have had a reason for doing so, but what?"

"Well she was murdered by a guy who she thought loved her!" she put a hand on her hip, "Maybe she wanted to haunt him so she could one day seek her revenge."

"No I don't think so," he shook his head and handed her book back to her, "It has to be something else, something to do with you maybe. I have a feeling that Elizabeth was going to try to contact the next Armonia for help." He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Or, maybe she is trying to send out a warning."

"Warning?" she arched an eyebrow in question. "For what?"

"I'm sure you've heard the phrase that history has a tendency of repeating itself." He said sternly.

"Wait…" she glared at him, "You aren't suggesting that my life is in jeopardy are you?"

He looked away, which was enough of an answer for the young ruler.

"You are!" she said accusingly. "Jack, please believe me when I say that I can handle myself." Her eyes softened, "You know that I am more than capable, you're the one who taught me how to defend myself."

"Amelia, as King of Halloween, I know all too well that most superstitions are real. I'm not willing to take any chances." He turned and walked closer to her. "You have to end it with Alucard, or else your very life could be at stake." His tone became calmer and more concerned as he placed his hand upon her shoulder. "I'm only looking out for you and I don't want to see you get hurt."

She was slightly taken aback at his sudden outburst of protectiveness. He had never been so stern with her before.

"I just don't know what I'd do if I ended up losing you." He admitted.

The young sorceress looked at the ground, feeling a little ashamed.

"Ever since I came to Halloween Town, I learned to never judge a book by its cover." She looked up at him and placed her hand over his, which caused his eyes to widen a little in surprise, "I really don't think that he has any intention to harm me, especially since he knows that you would be after him in a heartbeat." She laughed a little, "But on the other hand, I did make a promise to you and I will keep it." She smiled warmly up at him.

Jack was greatly impressed at her boldness, and couldn't help but smile proudly as well.

"Well now that that's all said and done," he removed his hand from her shoulder and stepped back a few paces. "I'd say this morning is off to a decent start. No use then in staying in our pajamas all day." He joked.

"Alright." She giggled, "See you in a few." She then walked over to the spiral stairwell and made her descent down.

Jack scratched his head in thought as he gazed out the window at the rising, jack-o-lantern sun.

"I just can't believe it…Elizabeth is still alive?" he stared at the sky absentmindedly, "I don' know what I'd do if I ever saw her again. It's been so long." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He stood there and thought for a few moments.

"It's amazing really, the likeness is uncanny." He crossed his arms, "Well Amelia's personality is slightly different than Elizabeth's, but I still don't know why I didn't see it before. They look so alike. Why, even their last names are the same! I guess the years passed took its toll on my memory, and there's also the fact that I've pretty much watched Amelia grow up."

He shrugged and decided to leave the matter to be solved another time. Though in the back of his mind, he just couldn't stop thinking about his lost love and the chance of seeing her again.

The young sorceress was in her normal attire as she put her long, dark blonde hair up in its usual ponytail and placed her silver circlet crown upon her head. With delicate fingers, she gently grasped the beautiful blue pendant that was on her dresser, lifted it up tenderly, and walked over to her full-length mirror. She held the gem out in front of her as though she was about to place it around her neck, and simply gazed at its beauty as it sparkled in the glow of the morning sun. A soft smile graced her lips and she carefully placed the necklace around her throat, clasping the ends together. She stared at her reflection for a moment and a splash of pink stained her cheeks as the corners of her mouth raised a little. Her fingertips lightly brushed against the cool stone as she traced the delicate, silver wire wrapping.

"Who knew Jack had good taste?" she giggled.

The day was bright as the Princess and King of Halloween exited their home and began to make their way toward the town square. Amelia explained that she would probably not see Alucard until later that evening when the sun was down. Jack understood and gave a curt nod in agreement.

For the next few hours, it was nothing short of hectic chaos. Both royals bustled about as they tried to get things done and made sure that everything was in order and on task. They put on last minute final touches on the decorations, listened to the band rehearsal for the music at the masquerade, approved what the witches had come up with for the spooky effects to give the celebration a more frightful atmosphere, and of course, repeatedly tried to calm the Mayor down that everything was going according to plan and that they were not behind schedule. Before either of them knew it, the sun had begun to set.

It was late evening and Amelia was on her balcony with her elbow rested on the railing, holding her head up as she gazed into the horizon splashed with orange, pink, and purple colors. The last rays of sunlight shined just barely above the tree line and everything else was in shadow. The tired sorceress heaved a deep sigh.

"I don't know how I'm going to tell him, or even how to start for that matter." She stated as she thought about the inevitable breakup ahead. "But, a promise is a promise." She stood up straight and clasped her hands together as she rested her forearms against the metal rail.

"How is it that he always shows up when I never expect him and when I want to see him, he's never around?" she asked no one in particular.

"Because I prefer the mysterious disposition, personally." A deep, masculine voice spoke beside her, which caused her to jump a little in surprise.

Alucard leaned against the balcony with his arms crossed and a devilish smirk across his face as his alluring, crimson eyes met her azure ones.

She didn't know if it was just the way he looked, the way he sounded, or both that caused her cheeks to flush a little. Mentally she shook her head to regain her focus and determination, though admittedly she was slightly nervous.

"Alucard…" she took a deep breath, "I need to talk to you about something."

Ho ho! What's this? A cliffhanger! Le gasp!

Oh can't you feel the tension beginning to rise! Amelia is related to Elizabeth! What does this mean for Jack? Will he be reunited with his long lost love? Will Amelia be able to breakup with Alucard! All of these questiones will be answered if you review ;-)