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(Bearing in mind that I wrote this as kind of an alternative series of event after series one, it has nothing to do with series two whatsoever, I just watched the last episode of series one on DVD and though that the end of the first series left lots of questions like…what if etc.)

Chapter Two

Thelma searched everywhere for Cassie, everywhere that is, except the one place she herself had suggested that Cassie go hours before. She sat down dejectedly on the edge of her friend's empty bed, trying to think what she could do. She couldn't ask anyone, no one could see her. Where the hell had she gone?

"You won't find her sitting there, will you?"

Thelma looked up, alarmed.

"I know you're worried, but you needn't be now I'm here."

The voice was speaking to Thelma.

"You…you can see me?" she whispered.

"I can see you. And hear you, so there really is no need to whisper."

Cassie walked slowly down the corridor, her bare feet brushing soundlessly on the cold floors of the maternity ward. She couldn't believe she was doing this. She had sworn not to. It didn't seem real to her, nothing did anymore. She wasn't in control of her life, but she knew who was. It was just a matter of getting her control back, and something told her that what she was about to do would help her to do this. She didn't know the ward well, as she hadn't been here before, but somehow, she knew where to go. She stopped outside the room, trembling half with cold, and half with anticipation and whether this was good or bad, she didn't know. She raised a hand and touched the cool sheet of glass separating her from her son.

"So who are you?" Thelma asked.

"Herath."

"And you're….a ghost…angel….what?"

"I'm a ghost, and like you, I don't know why I am still here."

"The dead walk with the living and all that…."

"Exactly. It's good that we are still here, though. It means we can still try to stop him."

Thelma looked at the ghost opposite her. She was quite tall, and tanned with long black hair which was braided. She wore a long white dress which gave her a somewhat angelic glow

"By him, I'm assuming you mean Azazeal?"

Herath nodded.

"Ok, just two little things that are bothering me here. Firstly, I thought he was your long lost lover that you died for?"

Herath laughed sourly.

"Yes, I thought that too, and I bet your friend did, and her mother, and all the other women that have died for him. But when it comes down to it, we never had much of a choice. Trust me, I don't love him."

Her eyes were cold and her expression fixed.

Thelma broke the short silence.

"Secondly, what do you mean, we can try to stop him?"

"Well, it's your best friend whose life is in the balance, not to mention the fact that he killed you. I'd have thought that you would hate him enough……."

"Don't you think I've tried?"

Herath's expression softened and she walked slowly over to Thelma, her long white skirts making soft swishing sounds on the floor of the hospital ward.

"Of course you have, but now you have something that he can't possibly defeat."

"What?"

"Me."

Cassie stood staring through the glass at the tiny baby in the incubator for a long time. She became cold, her arms developing goosebumps and her bare feet turning numb.

She shivered.

A warm black jacket was placed around her shoulders from behind.

"Cold?"

She didn't flinch, or move at all. She just cocked her head on one side and pulled the jacket tightly around her.

"I knew you'd come." She whispered. "And I knew you'd pull off a stunt like this."

Azazeal moved to the side of Cassie and leant against the rail, also staring at the baby inside the room.

"I couldn't let you destroy our son." He said quietly.

There was a short silence, and Cassie walked slowly into the room and over to the incubator. She looked inside it and rested a finger on the warm glass.

"You don't love me. You never did." She whispered, never taking her eyes away from her son.

Azazeal had followed her in and now stood behind her.

"Yes I do." He whispered, taking her in his arms.

"I have only ever loved two women, and the other died a long time ago."

"One love," Cassie whispered, falling weakly into a deep sleep, the image of her baby still vivid in her mind.

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