Disclaimer: The people ain't mine. The places ain't mine. I don't even think they are mine. And seriously, who would pay for this?

Chapter 2

"Master, I have this for you as you asked." Said the slave. He heard her, but from inside rather than out. He didn't have ears yet; they were next on his list. Then eyes.

"Bring it here," He commanded. He liked the sound of his voice; it was laced with magic refined buy a sorcerer. It look him his whole life, shame it was in vain. The slave placed the face over the shape that was his head. There was a slight popping sound as it was absorbed. He couldn't see yet but he could sense how he looked. Certainly better than a great many humans. His kin may not agree but he knew he had to move with the times. He'd found souls held more power when you knew them, his fathers was the best power rush he'd ever experienced and that was over four thousand years ago. The power of stopping a soul move on was what he lived for; the others were stuck in the past. Destroying for the sake of destroying was pointless. They needed to see. Power was what they needed and when he had some they would listen. They would have no choice. "You did well. Better than the last one." If he had eyes, he would have rolled them. His last slave let the police get hold of the body. Unnecessary problems but once he had chosen and they were killed he couldn't pick another. This one cleaned it up well. "Now, bring me a pair of ears. – These" He waved his hand before him and showed his slave what he wanted.

"Yes, master" Came the short reply. She always knew how to say that.

"Who's she?" Vicki asked pointing at the screen.

"Who?"

"The woman in the short skirt?"

"I don't recognise her but she could have a valid reason for being here," Dr Mohadevan replied, knowing where Vicki was going with this.

"Like stealing someone's face?" Vicki fast-forwarded the security tape. There the woman was again… leaving. Vicki froze the frame as she walked straight towards the camera. She recognised her. She looked at the screen closely. This was too weird for words. Firstly, the woman looked off her face with drugs yet she was walking with such purpose… and… she was Fiona.

"It was her," Vicki said in all certainty. This was too weird to be a coincidence. Rajani saw the determined look on Vicki's face and did not deign to argue or question her logic. When Vicki had that look she was almost always right. Vicki yawned then checked the time. It was only ten. Shameful, ever since she stopped staying up all night to see Henry her body began to claim more and more sleep. She yawned again.

"You look tired,"

"Thanks," she said. It sparked her sarcastic nature since it was generally a synonym for you look like crap, but then it could be the yawning. Rajani wasn't that rude. "Sorry. Well, I'll get my self off to bed before I get even more tetchy and I'll be on this in the morning."

"Thank you, Vicki."

"You're welcome." She said as she walked out the door. She called a taxi while she was walking down the, oh so familiar halls of the police station. She figured she could chalk this down to expenses. She did find the beloved Fifi after all.

"Vicki," She put away her phone and looked up. Great, just great.

"Kate." Vicki replied, marginally politely.

"You know this was your fault, right?" Kate intoned looking down on her. What she wouldn't do for a couple more inches.

"Mike's a big boy, Kate," As Vicki said it she knew it was true but she was guilty anyway. Kate didn't need to know that part.

"He could never say no to you, Vicki. He was a good cop. What did you do to him?" Vicki looked away.

"Goodbye, Kate." She said then walked past.

"Too bad Mike can't just walk away," Kate was staring daggers at her. She could tell without turning around but she couldn't think of what to say, so she kept walking. It was either yawn in her face or assault her and since she was a police officer and she was in a police station it probably wasn't a good idea. She hadn't been off the force that long, assaulting an officer was definitely still an offence.

"Yeah, too bad." Vicki said to herself more than anyone. She yawned again as she headed out of the doors. God, she couldn't wait to get to bed.

Henry bit down on one of his last meals in Toronto. And he had to admit, she tasted pretty good but all he could think about was what he was going to be leaving behind. He stopped and pulled away from her.

"Vicki," he growled under his breath. He licked the blood of his teeth. To be honest, he wasn't really hungry. Indecision was making his stomach churn and he knew he wasn't being very good company.

"Henry?" Rose questioned, looking up at him. He looked into her eyes and drowned himself in is power.

"Go home," he ordered. Rose, of course, obeyed.

"Well, this was fun but I've gotta go. See you tomorrow?" Henry walked her to the door, pulling himself back.

"Maybe," he replied, in his normal voice. As Henry closed the door he felt the dawn at his back and unlike usual, he welcomed it. Moving plans were complicated and his feelings were pulling him this way and that. Not thinking for a while, not being alive would be a relief. He sat in his bed and clicked the control. The blinds slowly closed. His bedroom in Vancouver was oriented so differently from this one. He'd miss it. But, he knew that when he decided to go. He just hadn't realised how attached he'd become to this city and the beat of it's nightlife. The constant surprises. The people. Their feelings. The excitement. Although the last, he thought, was down to Vicki. He felt the sunrise and the life leave him and another night slipping away where his last thought was her. He had to get out of there.

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