~Chapter 10: Who's who?~

(Sophie P. O. V)

I yawned as the bright, crescent moon shined above my head. I swung my legs as I sat on a tree limb, Stefan standing right beside me in his angel form while Ethan stood on a tree limb near mine in his demon form.

"Patrol is boring," I sighed and leaned forward, resting my head in my hands.

"Big time," Ethan grumbled and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the tree limb. "What tipped everyone off again?"

"Um . . . I think it was just rumors running around town," I said. "Apparently, people were talking about seeing a girl encased in white, from her head to her toes, who comes here almost every night with a baby in her arms. It sounds a lot like Lacie, so here we are."

"But where are the others?" Ethan asked, since he had missed out on the whole meeting concerning what was happening now.

"This wasn't the only spot the girl is known to be at," Stefan said as he sat down beside me and grabbed my hand softly in his. Our wings brushed against one another's softly, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

"So the others are patrolling the other areas then?" Ethan asked.

"Right," Stefan said with a single nod.

"If the rumors turn out to be true, and this is Lacie, why does she have a baby with her? The rumors say it's the same baby every time, and that fits with how there are no missing infant reports," I muttered.

"Maybe she has a kid," Ethan said with a shrug. "I mean, you two do, and nowadays are full of teen moms."

"I don't think so," I said.

"We'll just have to wait and see," Stefan whispered and kissed my forehead.

I nodded. "The only thing we can do at the moment."

The three of us went on in silence, waiting patiently for anything that might occur. We waited and waited, and after four hours, a soft melody began to flow in the wind. I stopped leaning against Stefan and stood up straight. I placed my hands on the back of my ears and listened carefully.

"Do you hear that?" I whispered.

Both my brother and my husband nodded once and we all sat in silence as the melody continued, and then grew louder.

Yuuyake koyake de

Hi ga kure te

Yama no otera no

Kane ga naru

"Eh?" Ethan and I both whispered in shock as the Japanese nursery rhyme continued.

Otete tsunaide

Mina kaerou

Karasu to issho ni


Kodomo ga kaetta

Atokara wa

Maarui ookina


Kotori ga yume o

Miru koro wa

Sorani wa kira kira

Kin no hoshi

"Isn't that . . ." I began.

"Mayumi's voice?" Ethan and I finished in unison before we both jumped down from the tree and walked towards the singing.

"I'm not crazy, right? You hear it too, right?" Ethan asked me.

"I do hear it," I said with a nod as Stefan followed us a little while away.

As we got closer and closer to the singer, Ethan stepped on a twig and the singing completely stopped. What a cliché moment this has just turned into. I glanced at Ethan briefly, and he glanced at me.

"Is the person gone?" I asked.

We all ran forward, but when we got to where the singing was coming from, no one was there. So the person had taken off when they heard us near. But the person . . . Was the singer actually Mayumi? I know she isn't on this mission, we couldn't find her at the moment to tell her about it, but the singer couldn't be her, right?

"Her scent isn't here," Ethan whispered, sounding relieved. "So it wasn't Mayumi. We were just mistaken."

"No scent is here at all," Stefan pointed out.

"I think we should go back now," I muttered. "Let's tell the others what happened."

(Jack P. O. V)

As dawn came, I was already awake. I wasn't really able to sleep, my minds too preoccupied by Her. My sweet dove. The one who should belong to me and only me.

A soft yawn echoed through my room, which only made me chuckle. I glanced at my bed and stared at Lacie as she awoke. She sat up and rubbed her left eye, a childish pout on her face.

"Master, have you been awake this whole time?" she asked in a drowsy tone, her eyes still half in dreamland, half in the real world. Her white hair was in complete disarray around her head, and I stared at all the scars marking her body. Scars from that day.

I nodded and turned my attention back to the window. "I have many things on my mind."

"You mean you have the princess on your mind," she corrected.

I couldn't fight back the smile that appeared on my face. "You always did know me so well."

Lacie giggled, suddenly fully awake. She jumped to her feet on the bed, revealing her spaghetti strap, baby blue silk nightgown. Lacie began to jump on my bed like a child as she giggled happily. Finally, she took one last jump before allowing her body to slam onto the bed. Lacie rested on her stomach and looked up at me, still laughing.

"I was made specifically for Master," she said. "So of course I know you well."

"That is true," I said. "But . . ."

There is someone out there who is more for me, and I must find her.

(Sophie P. O. V)

After telling everyone about what happened last night, we were left with no answers at all. Ethan called me saying that Mayumi was home and asleep when he got there, and that she didn't seem to have gone anywhere.

So who was out there singing?

"Mama! Papa!" Matthew chimed enthusiastically in the morning. He was sitting on the bed between Stefan and I, still in his pajamas.

I smiled and grabbed my son as I sat up on the bed. I placed Matthew on my lap and kissed his little nose. "Good morning, Matthew," I whispered.

Matthew smiled up at me while Stefan sat up in bed and ruffled Matthew hair.

"Are we still going to the aquarium today?" Matthew asked in pure excitement.

Stefan nodded. "Of course. We promised you, didn't we?"

"Yay! I get to see all the fishies!"

I hugged Matthew tightly to me and laughed with him. My son was so adorable!

"Matthew, why don't you go pick out what you want to wear today," Stefan said.

"Okay!" Matthew exclaimed at the same moment I sent Stefan a doubtful look. Matthew ran out the room, closing the door shut behind him.

"Matthew choose his own clothes?" I asked. "You know that doesn't usually end well."

Stefan nodded, a smirk on his face. Uh oh. A smirk always meant he was planning something. In a split second, Stefan yanked me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I stared into his lustful, light brown eyes before he leaned in and pressed his lips to mine.

"Right now?" I panted when our lips parted. "But the kids are awake."

Stefan trailed kisses down my neck, to the area between my breasts. "Yeah," he said in a husky tone. "Right now. I want you badly."

"The kids," I protested as Stefan pulled off the shirt I used to sleep in, which was one of his. He threw it to the ground, now leaving me in nothing more than my underwear.

Stefan trailed kisses all over my body, making it difficult to continue protesting. He pulled me tightly to his bare chest, our lips merging together once more.

"What if they walk in?" I panted when our lips parted again.

A soft click filled the air in the room and Stefan's smirk returned as he looked into my eyes. "Now the door's locked," he said.

I smiled. "Angel magic."

"Comes in handy, doesn't it?" Stefan asked before removing the last bits of clothing separating him from me.

I tried stifling my cries of pleasure, so the kids wouldn't hear, but it was hard. Stefan, he brings out something in me I never thought I had. He drives me insane in so many ways, and makes it so difficult for me to be away from him. I never want to be apart from Stefan. I never want to be without him. I never want to live without him. Just like I know Stefan never wants to be without me, and never wants to have to live without me again.


"Molly, look at those fish!" Matthew marveled as he pointed at a school of fish.

Molly sighed in amazement and both toddlers went up to the glass, pressing their hands against it. I smiled at both of them before looking around and noticing all the eyes on Molly.

"Guess people aren't used to the idea of kids in wigs," I whispered to Stefan, his arm tightly around my waist.

He nodded. "But Molly doesn't care. She knows her appearance is different, but she doesn't care."

"Matthew! Look at the shark!" Molly exclaimed, pulling Matthew to go and look at a Great White Shark.

As the kids went around excitedly, I myself marveled at all the fish. There were just so many, and most of them I had never seen before. There were blue and yellow ones, some with stripes, some with spikes, some neon pink and neon blue, and some many other kinds of fish. They were all so pretty.

As Molly, Matthew, and I all watched a school of fish pass by another school of fish, this heavy feeling suddenly appeared in my chest. A very heavy feeling. Someone was watching me.

I glanced over my shoulder, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. The only people staring were staring at Molly, not me. Still, the feeling didn't go away.

"What's wrong, Angel?" Stefan asked and softly kissed my forehead.

I shook my head. "Nothing," I whispered and went back to the large tank.

Sophie. Sophie, my sweet dove.

My heart skipped a beat as the words echoed through my head. I placed a hand on my head, so confused as to what I just heard. Stefan has never called me his sweet dove.

"Sophie?" Stefan whispered and pulled me tighter to his side.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom," I said and looked into Stefan's eyes. "Okay?" I said, forcing a smile onto my face so he wouldn't worry.

Stefan nodded slowly. "Alright. We'll be waiting here."

I walked away from my family and headed into the female's bathroom. I stood in front of the seashell surrounded mirror and stared into my own reflection. Cerulean eyes stared back at me, confused and alert. What did I just hear?

I leaned away from the mirror and shook my head. Nothing. I'm just imagining things is all. That's the only possible explanation.

I stepped out of the bathroom, and the feeling of being watched returned to me. When I looked up, I actually did see someone staring at me this time. He was leaning against the divider that separated the bathroom doors from the rest of the aquarium. He looked about nineteen with shaggy, dirty blonde hair that went just past his chin and was a bit spiky. His eyes were a deep aqua-green, and regarded me with amusement that matched the smirk on his lips.

"Can I help you?" I asked a bit rudely. I hated when men regarded me with filthy eyes like his.

"You've become even lovelier than I remember," he sighed in admiration. "You're just so radiant."

"Excuse me?"

The man chuckled and moved away from the wall and over to me. He towered over me, his eyes never leaving my own. I took a step back, preparing to run when the right moment came.

"You don't remember me, do you?" he asked, now sounding sad.

I shook my head. "Should I?" I asked impatiently, really not liking this guy at all. He wasn't good when it came to first impressions.

He just sighed and took a step away from me, as he did, he let his fingers stroke the bottom of my chin. I violently moved my head away from him.

"Don't touch me!" I growled.

"You've grown feisty too," he said in pure amusement. "I like it."

"Who the heck are you?" I snapped. "Why are you talking to me like you know me?"

"Because I do know you, Sophie Rosemary Dagger. And you know me, you just haven't regained that part of your memory yet."

"I have regained all of my memories," I corrected. "If I do not know you, it is because we have never met."

He shook his head and began to walk away. The guy waved goodbye. "Till next time, my sweet dove."

I gasped. "That was you," I whispered and cupped my head in my hands.

He didn't respond.

(Stefan P. O. V)

What's wrong with Sophie? What could be troubling her?

"Papa, Papa, look," Matthew whispered and grabbed onto my hand. Since we were in public, we couldn't show we were father and son, so that's why he whispered the first part of his statement to me.

I stared at the fish my son and Molly were marveling over.

"My, my. Hasn't little Matthew grown," a female voice giggled.

Matthew and I both looked over at who had spoken. My eyes widened in disbelief. Could I be? But I thought she was dead.

"Pandora?" I asked, regarding the fairy. Her curly, dark brown hair was placed into a side ponytail and she had razor cut, straight ironed bangs. Her brown eyes regarded me with happiness a familiarity.

"Aunt Pandora," Matthew gasped before jumping into Pandora's arms.

"I missed you, mi amore," Pandora said as she hugged my son.

"I thought . . . I thought you were dead," I said as Molly approached me and grabbed my hand.

The Watcher pointed at the fairy. "Who is she?" Molly asked.

I glanced down at her. "That's Pandora. An earth fairy and Sophie's personal maid when she was last alive."

Molly nodded in understanding, and I turned my attention back to Pandora.

"I wasn't dead," Pandora said. "It's a very long story."

I nodded and glanced past Pandora as Sophie approached. She looked to be deep in thought, until she glanced up and saw her son in the arms of a friend she hadn't seen in centuries.

"Pandora?" Sophie whispered in shock.

(Sophie P. O. V)

"Pandora?" I asked in disbelief.

I stared at my sweet friend from many years ago. She smiled at me and placed my son back on the ground. Pandora walked over to me, her white pumps clacking against the ground as she approached me. Even though I was wearing heels myself, Pandora was a few inches taller than me.

"I'm so happy you're alive," Pandora said happily as she hugged me. "I thought I'd never see you again."

I hugged my best friend back. "I didn't think I would see you again either," I admitted.

After we finished hugging, Pandora's face suddenly got serious. "There's something we need to talk about, Sophie. Something very important."

"Important?" I asked.

Happy Holidays everyone! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter.

~Alice Michaelis