A/N: hey everyone, just a huge thank you to those who liked and Favorited the story it really means a lot and i hope that everyone will continue to enjoy reading wings of salvation

disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or their story lines other then my oc Sophira


His emotions were more controlled then she had originally expected them to be; the only reaction he gave was the slightest widening of his eyes, that he lowered after half a second. Slowly he walked forward, blue eyes locked perfectly onto green, as he came to a halt a foot before her.

"I have no idea what your talking about" he said firmly and smoothly, raising himself to his full height and gazed down at her, eyes steeled as he starred deeply into her green orbs.

"your lying" she said simply "I can hear it in your voice, you know exactly what I'm talking about" she stepped closer to him, voice lowering into a whisper so that only the two of them could hear, a secret shared between the two of them. "your surrounded by chaotic energy, it lingers around you like a bad smell and no matter how hard you try and suppress it, it's going to continue to grow stronger and then your little witchy friends will be figure something out"

It took less then a second for him to have her pinned up against the wall, the loud thud from the impact reverberating down the hallway. He forcing her against the crème coloured walls, his large hand gripping her throat, while his other was placed beside her head, caging her in. She raised her own hand digging her fingers in between the miniscule gap the lay between her neck and his fingers and forced the gap to open slightly, effectively allowing the much needed oxygen to refill her lungs.

Inside her something revolted, it clawed at the layer of control that she had built up, desperate to push Michael away from her and gain some type of dominance over the situation. For as long as she could remember she had had a separate entity that shared her mind and body, she had referred to it as her shadow, it was something that was inescapable yet a part of her. Even from a young age it had whispered to her, putting cruel ideas in her head, telling her things no child should ever have to hear; she could never escape it, so when she was older she had forced herself to repress and block out its manipulation; ignore its heinous desires; forcing it to dwell silently in the depths of her psyche, only occasionally giving it free reign in order to quell its wants and keep it docile, almost like giving a treat to an obedient pet.

"Who are you' he hissed, blue eyes like a raging tempest, ready to destroy anything and everything in its path "your not the only one who can sense power, I can feel yours, its too strong for you to be a medium, and too dark for you to be a mere witch" His breath hit her face, goosebumps rising from the warm air hitting cool flesh.

"Your right, I'm neither of those" she said, closing her eyes as she breathed in deeply, letting just enough of her power out to force him to release her from his hold. She quickly stepped away from his grip, never letting him out of her site, "I know who you are Michael because I'm like you" she said softly to the boy who was watching her every movement, any attempt to control his expressions gone as he looked at her, face marred in a mix of confusion and shock. "now I'm assuming that your gonna want answers, cause frankly you don't seem like the type to have something you can't control running around doing who knows what" she half smiled at the boy who gave her a single nod in confirmation, which she returned before jerking her head to the side "unfortunately answers will have to wait, cause you have a witch to resurrect, come on, Queenie's down this way". She took off back down the hall, without waiting for a reply, the soft padding of his shoes against the carpet, being the only indication that he was following her.

Michael gazed apprehensively at the girl in front of him that clearly knew more then she should. Part of him wanted to exterminate her, get rid of the unpredictable variable, it would take less then a second to snap her neck and burn her remains, eliminating the possible problem. However he also felt a strong sense of curiosity towards the white-haired girl who had turned the corner and stopped next to a door that lead into room 44.

"This is the room" she told him, motioning to the beautify crafted mahogany door, reaching down to twist the golden door handle.

"wait!" he rushed out, his hand grabbing her wrist, stopping her from opening the door "how do I know that your not just going to run off and tell the witches what exactly their dealing with?"

"Here" she stepped towards him, pausing for a moment when his muscles tensed slightly "just trust me for a moment okay" she smiled reassuringly at him as she placed the fingers of her right hand together and lifted it towards her heart breathing in deeply as she uttered the incantation "Partum Vinculum Inter Nos Et Compassio Veraque" as she whispered the words, she moved her hand away from herself- fingers still locked together as if she was pulling something out of her chest- before turning it around and placing her fingers on his chest, right above his heart and spreading her fingers out to the point where her palm was resting over his thumping heart.

Michael's body froze against his will, stopping him from pulling away as her fingers touched his chest and a wave of magic spread from her hand, he could feel her power mix with his own over his chest, almost as if a small string had been tied around one of his ribs. "what did you do!?" he hissed at her as she withdrew her hand.

"relax" she said as she stepped back, giving him some room, "now close your eyes" she told him as he looked at her in disbelief. "oh come on, just do it, I couldn't hurt you much even if I wanted too". He rolled his eyes at her, before conceding and shutting them, letting the darkness fill his vision; except for the thin glowing silver line that stretched out into the darkness before ending at a glowing silver heart. "do you see it?" Sophira softly asked.

"what is that?" Michael questioned, opening his eyes "and what does It have to do with you not causing me problems?"

"it has everything to do with that" she explained "it's an empathy link, it connects you to me, so if you touch the string, you'll be able to see what I see along and visa versa".

"so I'll be able to know where you are" he concluded

"yea, exactly" Sophira confirmed "as for getting the answers, actually that's up to your really, just come at any time, I'll be wandering somewhere"

"wandering" he repeated.

"oh yea, I'm a professional wanderer, in fact you may have to come find me before I'm caught unlawfully loitering and they throw me in the slammer, I'll room with that dude that was committed for running a killer clown cult".

" She joked.

"Is that so" he raised his eyebrows at her as she chuckled lightly.

"yes, now can I open the door or would you rather stay in the hallway for the rest off eternity" she said, turning to the door as he raised his hand, using his power to silently open it. "or you could just do that" she muttered under her breath, and walking through the door, not missing the slight tilt of his lips at her remark.

It was one of the older rooms that Liz and Iris hadn't gotten around to remodelling, despite filled with unpleasant carpeting, rusting appliances and an old musty mattress that had most likely contained one or more of the addiction demons victims at some point in time .

By the window of the room sat two familiar ghosts, in the middle of playing yet another card game. The first ghost being a man who appeared to only be in his late 20's despite having been around since what felt like the dawn of time. He had short black hair was perfectly styled, along with a thin pencil moustache, and was commonly dressed in a dark blue suit with a simple white rose in his pocket, the dark colours of his outfit matching his deep brown eyes that were almost as dark as his soul, and after 36 years of life; James Patrick March had one of the darkest, most vile and corrupt souls to have ever been created.

The second ghost was a young women with short black hair with the occasional hot pink streak through her tight curls. She was dressed a lot more casually then the ghost across from her, in a simple pair of dark jeans that was paired with a rose coloured long sleeved shirt with 'fierce' printed in black and gold twice across the chest. Queenie was in retrospect one of the newer ghosts to be trapped in the Cortez, having arrived only a few months before the ghosts were banned from killing -a feat which had required many not so subtle threats-, in order to keep the authorities from shutting down the hotel before it could be labelled as a historic building.

"Ah, Sophira have you come to join us for a round of gin my dear?" March asked her

"I'm afraid I'm here for something else" She told him as she stepped to the side upon entering the room, allowing Michael to move silently past her before he came to a stop before the card table.

"My what a fascinating specimen" March said, a hint of awe evident in his voice as he gazed at the blonde boy "alive, yet so intimate with the dead".

"Who the hell are you" Queenie asked, voice full of boredom, not really caring if the boy answered her or not.

"My name is Michael Langdon" he smirked down at the witch, stepping closer and offering his hand for her to take "and I'm here to do what your supreme couldn't".

"Yea right" Queenie scoffed, as she turned back to her cards and continued to shuffle them.

"Take his hand Queenie" March told her, with a resigned look on his face, he wasn't a fool, he knew that unlike the blonde women that had tried unsuccessfully to free the girl in front of him years ago, this one would try and he would be successful.

Queenie turned her gaze back to Michael and his still outstretched hand "and what if I don't want to"

"I don't think you have a choice" he told the witch in front of him, who returned his gaze before reluctantly taking Michael's hand and pulling herself up, dropping his appendage at the first chance she got.

"be right back" she said to March as Michael let go of her hand and proceeded to walk back towards the door, slowing down briefly to nod to Sophira who stood by the bed, she nodded in return, silently confirming the twos agreement;

That he would come back and she would tell him what he wanted to know.

March sighed as the duo exited the room and continued towards the elevator "won't you stay and play a round with me, my dear" he asked the white haired girl as she went to move.

"I would but I have to go meet Will in the penthouse for a fitting" she told him, rocking on her heels.

"why, so he can put you in one of those ridiculous outfits that people wear now a days and parade you around at one of those shows that your mother likes so much" he exclaimed

"yes dad, that's exactly why" She rolled her eyes before leaving him alone in the room.

"teenagers" march huffed, rolling his eyes as the door clicked close. Slowly he reached out, dragging the pile of cards that had previously belonged to Queenie over to him "solitaire it is".