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years their friendship had not been tested to the point of destruction before. At this point in time they had not hated each other as much as they did right now.
    'You know not of what you speak little one. There is much you do not know.'
    Daen had chosen his words carefully, his voice was powerful and confident.
    'How dare you speak to me like a child, you patronising ancient bastard!' Roared Pierre. Pierre was animated in his movements, moving very fast around the room as vampire's do. His hair down around his shoulders moved gently in the breeze of his movement, almost tranquilly, quite the opposite to the atmosphere betwixt the two vamps in the room. He was ready for a fight with Daen, ready, but he hoped it wouldn't come to that, he hoped that Daen would see sense.
     
    The malice in Daen’s eyes grew.
    'I have been watching her since the Oracle foretold of her birth. You know nothing of what is written. You are not worthy to know. You my little Pierre are just a mere vampire, you can’t even walk in the light. You are beneath her. Blue is, and is going to be so much more than even you can comprehend.'
    Pierre was frustrated with his best friends ramblings, anything the Oracle said to him he believed without question. Pierre hated her, he always had done.
    'I'm sure it's true that Blue is much more than I can comprehend, but she’s also much more than even you Daen can comprehend. You have been dragging my ass around with you for the last three hundred years. You’re on some personal quest to find a replacement for your beloved Isis and whatever that bitch the Oracle tells you, you believe! You don’t give a shit about Blue really, just what gap she fills in your life! It’s not fair on her and it’s not fair on me. You know how much she means to me, I think she’s the one. But because it doesn’t fit into your grand plan then its deemed inappropriate or forbidden by you and your precious fucking Oracle. I’m sick of this, sick of watching you bite the girls that you think are the reincarnation of Isis and then go ruin their lives. Blue isn’t a reincarnation of your old girlfriend. So just leave her alone.'
    'Leave her alone, have you listened to yourself?' Daen's gaze was full of hate his eyes fixed on Pierre.
    'You are beyond arrogance! Daen you are so jealous of what Blue and I have. You don’t understand us, you’re jealous that for once a girl has fallen for me. Not you. And that pisses you right off. Doesn't it? God Damn it Daen, three hundred years of companionship and friendship and the one moment I’m slightly happy you have to turn it around and make it about the prophecies. And then you go and fucking bite her! AND you do it whilst looking like me! I can’t believe you Daen, I’m beyond words.'
     
    It was true about looking like Pierre, Daen had considered that a low point in his life, but the Oracle wouldn't let it go. Daen was pacing through his magnificent parlour, thinking to himself. There were massive windows with beautiful rich drapes of blue and green overlooking the Eden like garden. The chairs in the room matched the drapes as did the other décor in the room. Pacing backwards and forwards Daen was deep in thought. He thought back to his time in the Imperial Army. He had thousands of men under his control, even as a General he hadn't been mentally tested like this in his entire career. In his whole life. Isis had meant everything to him. Pierre couldn't be right he thought. Daen rubbed his head, he was clean shaven, bald, he was fed up , angry and frustrated. All he wanted was Isis, he thought Blue was Isis, or at least the reincarnation of her soul, the Oracle had convinced him so.
     
    Pierre was surprisingly relaxed on a chaise long, he was angry at his life long friend for such a betrayal. He wished Daen would believe him over his precious Oracle. Daen breathed in deeply then went on, the growl in his voice box emanating through.
    'You were supposed to just watch her then report