A/N: Fidelity is the sequel to Snatched. You might be able to understand Fidelity without reading Snatched, but for the sake of the story line you might want to read Snatched first. For those who have already read Snatched, I hope you enjoy Fidelity just as much. Thanks! ~~Alex
Prolog
"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!" She screamed, tears running down her face as she violently kicked the blankets off of her. "No!"
This was the tenth night in a row that the sadness had consumed her. The tenth night in a row that she'd had the nightmare. The same one every time…
Scabior was running through the woods as quickly as he could, dodging the hexes that were being thrown at him by the strangers in pursuit, His hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but strands of it had escaped to frame his face, making him look more unkempt than he really was. His blue eyes, lined with black eyeliner, shone in determination. His coat flared out behind him as he struggled to escape. They were gaining on him, he knew. One wrong move on his part, or one lucky shot on theirs, and he would be at their mercy. He would never be able to kiss his wife again. Never sing his Roses to sleep. He couldn't let that happen. He had to fix this so he could go home to his family. He used the thought of his loved ones to give him a burst of energy, pushing him forward just as a hex sent chains flying towards his ankles, tangling his legs up and causing him to trip. He hit his head hard against a sharp stone as the chain tightened around his legs. He tried to push away the shadows at the edges of his vision as he turned to face his attackers. Their faces were masked with thick dark cloth, but he could see their eyes. Their eyes were cold and hard. Heartless and without mercy or sympathy. Filled with hatred. He struggled to push himself back away from them, but he instinctively knew this was it. His hope crushed.
"Who are you?" He demands daringly. Bitterly.
One of his attackers removed the mask that was covering his face, and Scabior's eyes widened in shock and recognition.
"Avada Kedavra!" A voice yelled.
A bright green light flooded her mind as she woke the same way she had for the past ten nights.
For the tenth night in a row she had reached across to his side of the bed, wanting to hold him and seek comfort from his embrace. For the tenth night in a row her breath caught in her chest and the tears had started flowing down her face as her hand touched the cold empty place where he used to sleep. For then tenth night in a row she was forced to face the truth. It wasn't just a bad dream.
Kaila aimed her wand at the fireplace opposite their bed and it flared to life as she started pacing the room, too upset to notice how cold the stone floor was beneath her bare feet.
"Scabior…Scabior…" She cried, pushing her fingers through her hair. She fell to her knees and screamed out, consumed by the agony that came with being without him. She hit the floor angrily, pleadingly, "No! No! Come back! Come back to me! Come home to Rosalie! It's not fair! Please…please come back…"