A/N This is a sequel to the story, "Chain of Souls" that my friend and I co-wrote. She, RosesnWater, made videos on YouTube, and I wrote the story based on those videos. That's how this story is co-written right now.

I don't own anything except an OC characters you see (Almira, Alexandra, Victor, etc.) All characters are owned by their respective companies; the plot was written between RosesnWater and I, so she partially owns the plot.

Chapter 5

"Hello, Draconis."

At Thrax's words, Belle's vision suddenly darkened; when it cleared up, she saw herself in the mountain, wandering around. When she turned around at a noise, Thrax was dragging his glowing claw along a stone table.

"Thrax?" Dream Belle whispered, sounding very frightened.

"You betrayed me, Belle." Dream Thrax growled, glaring at her.

"What?" She whispered. "No! I would never…"

Dream Thrax only stepped back as Dream Belle held out her hand towards him. Then, he seemed to disappear out of thin air.

Belle gasped softly as everything disappeared; she was in Draconis's throne room. Everything was the same as it was before her vision; as though no time had passed.

"You all right, baby?" Thrax whispered.

Belle nodded. She chose not to tell him about her vision; it would suspicion him about her saying that in her vision, he accused her of betraying him. And she recognized the mountainous castle; it was the castle that had been in her dreams for the past several days.

The Daemon turned around at Thrax's voice. Belle immediately saw the family resemblance between him and Thrax. They had the same facial features, though Draconis's were much more angled, and his chin and cheekbones were longer; while Thrax's eyes were golden yellow and green, and his hair was dark purple, Draconis's eyes were yellow and orange, and his hair was lighter in color.

His eyes widened as soon as he saw Thrax. "…Thrax?" He whispered in a deep voice; deeper than Thrax's. "My son?"

"Yes, I am Thrax." He nodded, not acknowledging that Draconis called him "son."

Draconis stepped down until he was directly in front of the Daemon-human. His eyes ran up and down Thrax, a smile growing on his sharp lips. "…Look at you; I haven't seen you since you were but a baby. My, how you've grown."

"Indeed." Thrax said dryly. "Anyway, this is my wife, Belle," He nodded at her, and then gestured at Almira and the Pokemon in turn, "This is our pet, Almira, an' our Pokemon friends, Alexandra, Francis, an' Victor."

Draconis was more interested in Belle though. "Your wife? To tell the truth, I never expected you to have a wife; especially not one as beautiful as this woman is."

Thrax glared dangerously at the Daemon. Belle placed a hand on his shoulder, and smiled nervously at Draconis, remembering what her husband had said about pureblood Daemons, "Thank you, Mr. Draconis."

"Please, Belle, no formalities," Draconis said charmingly, reminding Belle of Thrax. "You may call me Draconis; after all, we're family."

"You may be my father, but you'll never be family to me." Thrax snarled, nudging Belle back. "After all, ya never wanted me when I was a baby."

This seemed to put a guilty expression on Draconis's face. But it gradually disappeared as he smiled, "I assume you're all tired from your long journey, yes?" He snapped his fingers loudly.

Chel came in and bowed to the Daemon. "You requested me, Master Draconis?"

"I did indeed, Chel," Draconis nodded with a serpent-like grin. "Please show our guests to their rooms. Two should be fine; one for Thrax, his wife, and pet, and the other for their Pokemon friends."

"Yes, Master Draconis." Chel said, bowing again. She began walking towards the eastern hallway. "Right this way, please."

Thrax, Almira, and the Pokemon followed after her; Belle was leaving as well, but paused when she saw Draconis's reserved expression. She turned back and gazed at the Daemon. "Is something wrong?" She asked, all nervousness gone.

"I know Thrax doesn't think of me as a father," He sighed. "And I don't blame him. But I was bound against Daemon customs, and couldn't take him in when he was a baby. Now, I want to mend things between us. But I know he won't speak to me."

Belle felt sorry for Draconis. Even though he was at fault for rejecting Thrax when he was a baby, when she thought about it, had he, she probably wouldn't have met and fallen in love with Thrax; she would probably be married to Gaston. Shaking her head of these thoughts, she spoke up, "Perhaps I could talk to him? After all, I convinced him to come here."

Draconis looked back at the young woman. "You would do that?"

"I wanted him to get to know his father, and I will. I'm just as stubborn as he is, if not more."

"Oh, thank you, Belle," Draconis smiled, laying a hand on her shoulder. "Thank you."

She nodded, squirming slightly under the heat of the Daemon's hand; it was much hotter than Thrax's hand. "Well, I think I better go catch up before Thrax begins to worry."

"Of course," Draconis removed his hand. "We wouldn't want Thrax to worry. Good night, my dear."

"Good night." She turned and began walking in the direction Thrax and the others went.

As Chel led Thrax and the others to their rooms, she asked, "So, you live in the village?"

"Not exactly," He said. "We live outside the village; the villagers don't exactly like us, if ya know what I mean."

"They aren't the most accepting bunch." Victor added.

"It's a shame," Chel said, running her hand down Thrax's arm.

He swallowed, clearing his throat afterwards. "Yeah, but I'm happy with Belle; she an' her father accept me for who I am, an' I got Almira an' the Pokemon. There's also this girl I used to like; her husband…we're not exactly 'friends.'"

"More like frenemies." Alexandra remarked.

"Exactly."

"Well, with friends come enemies, as Master Draconis says." Chel said. She gestured at a room. "This shall be the Pokemon's room."

"Thank you, my dear." Victor kissed her hand and entered the room. The other Pokemon followed after him; Francis blew a kiss to Almira, who tossed her head to the side. He either didn't notice, or he didn't let it bother him.

"Speaking of Draconis, you look so much like him." Chel smiled, siding up to him. "You're both very muscular, and very handsome."

"Well," Thrax coughed slightly. "Thank you, baby."

Chel giggled, patting his chest. "Anyway, next door, we have this room, for you, Almira, and your wife."

It was either Thrax's imagination, or the way she said 'wife' made it sound as though she didn't wish to say it that way. He shrugged it off, thanked her, and stepped into the room.

The bedroom was a large one. There was a wooden wardrobe, a window overlooking smaller mountains, a door presumably leading to a bathroom, and a wooden bed with what looked like animal skins for a mattress, blanket, and pillows. There was also a bearskin rug at the foot of the bed.

As Almira sniffed at the rug, Thrax leaned on his hands against the glass window, not really looking out at the scenery. His mind was racing, trying to take it all in. He had met his father, and said father probably wanted to get to know him. The stubborn part of Thrax continued to shut out Draconis, not wanting to get to know him any more than now. He kept the knowledge that his father never wanted him as a baby to his heart, and refused to let it go.

Someone walking in interrupted his thoughts. In the reflection, he saw Belle, looking at him with concern. "Are you all right?" She asked.

"…Have you ever just let your thoughts go by, and only watched them, and thought about what had happened?"

Belle walked up next to him and laid a hand on his arm. "Yes, I have." She nodded.

Belle's touch felt different from Chel's; it felt more loving and calming. Chel's felt as though she was flirting with him; like she wanted to pull him from Belle. Well, that would never happen; he loved Belle, and only Belle, and he wanted to stay with her until the day they died.

"Thrax, I was talking to Draconis," Belle continued. "And he truly wants to spend time with you. He wants to try and mend things. But you're just too stubborn to realize that."

Thrax scowled and pulled away. "You think I wanna be with him?"

"I know you don't," Belle said patiently. "But you came here, even though you didn't want to. And that's something in itself." She walked around so she was facing him. She took his large hands in hers and stared into his eyes. "Please, Thrax; if not for Draconis, for me? I'm the one who wanted you to go; I don't want this trip to be wasted, and I don't want you regretting not knowing your father."

Thrax tried to turn away, but Belle's hazel-colored eyes seemed to have a firm hold on his golden yellow and green eyes. Finally, he sighed, "I suppose I could at least talk him."

Smiling, she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Thank you, Thrax. That means a lot to me."

He didn't say anything; instead, he held her close and kissed her again.

It was late in the night. Alexandra, Francis, and Victor were all curled up in their own beds in their room. Chel was in her own room; Draconis had retired to his own bedroom as well. Almira was asleep on the bearskin rug in Thrax and Belle's bedroom.

Thrax was sound asleep in bed; in his arms, Belle laid awake, although her eyelids were beginning to grow heavy. Soon, she too fell to the spell of sleep.

She was in a dark room; there was almost no light. And what little light was a dark, eerie red. Belle was all alone again; or so she thought. A head popped up in front of her; it was hooded, and had long horns jutting out the top of its head.

Her eyes widened in shock and fright. The head slowly turned around. Its face was dark, but she could see two glowing, red eyes in the darkness.

Belle jumped back, trying to cry out in fright. But her voice was silent, as though she was mute. As she pressed back against the wall, the monster began walking towards her, reaching out with its clawed hands. As Belle tried, again, to scream, everything went black.

Belle gasped awake, but was relieved to find herself in Thrax's arms again. However, she was still shaken from the dream. She snuggled back against Thrax; sleep didn't find her again for what seemed like hours. Luckily, no terrifying nightmares haunted her tonight.

A/N I had forgotten Belle's daydream for the last chapter, so I decided to put in this one.

I got nothing much to say, so I'm just gonna say this: this chapter marks the end of the first part of the story, and the end of the first video of the story. So, this story will be put on hold until the new video is posted (take your time, RosesnWater) Until then, I might post one of the other stories I've been working on.