DISCLAIMER: You know the drill. I own nothing but Julianna.

~a/n: I apologize for the previous chapter being short. That's the way it worked out, but I've finished this one, so I'm giving it to you to make up for the short chapter. Kaiti~

Julianna rushed into the room and immediately checked for a pulse. She found a faint one. She applied pressure to a wound at Tracy's neck and used her other hand to get to the phone.

She dialed 911 to get help.
"I need help. There's been an attack at 1990 Sundale Drive. Please hurry. There's blood everywhere. I think she's going to die," Julianna said before she dropped the phone. She assessed Tracy's injuries and knew. The amount of blood loss was too significant, but Julianna was going to try to save her.

"You hang on Tracy. You can't die on me. Mike wouldn't like that," she said.
Tracy's eyes opened and blinked. She tried to speak, but couldn't. "Don't talk. Please, just hang on," Julianna pleaded.
"Love...Mi...Tho..ught...I...wa...u," Tracy managed to get out before she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Julianna knew that was it, but she still pleaded for Tracy to wake up.
"Come on, Trace. You can't do this to Mike. He loves you. Please," Julianna said, tears streaming down her face.

She looked up and saw the mirror in her room. A message had been written on it in what appeared to be Tracy's blood. 'Her blood is on your hands, Julianna. I'll get you yet.'

She nearly fell down the stairs in her attempt to get out of the house. She stumbled out the front door, screaming.

"Station 51. Unknown medical emergency. 1990 Sundale Drive. 1-9-9-0 Sundale Drive. Time out 1338."

"Station 51, KMG-365."

"Stoker, that's your house," Johnny said.
"Oh my, God," Mike said. He put the engine in gear and they roared to his house, sirens screaming down the road.

They pulled up to the house, just as Julianna came screaming out of the front door. She was covered in blood and her color was as white as chalk. Johnny leaped out of the Squad before it stopped and tried to get his wife's attention. "Leelee, hey! It's Johnny," he said.
"JOHNNY," she screamed.
She ran to him and nearly knocked him over with the force of her hitting his chest.

"She's dead, Johnny. He killed her. She's dead," Julianna kept repeating.

"Leelee are you hurt. You're covered in blood," Johnny said, trying to make sense of what happened.
"Not...m...m...mine. T...racy's. She's...she's in...m...m...my old bed...room," Julianna said, stumbling over the words.
"Roy there's an injured woman in the house. Top of the stairs," Johnny said.
Vince led the way into the house. Roy found Tracy in the bedroom just as Julianna had said and Roy didn't need to check for a pulse to know she was already dead.

Mike went to his sister.
"Juju, what's wrong," he asked.

She looked at him and couldn't speak. She kept saying "Mike. Oh, Mike," over and over and Johnny was worried.

Roy and Vince came out of the house and Roy shook his head at Johnny. Johnny closed his eyes and understood what happened. Julianna had found Tracy and tried to help her. Now Mike was going to find out that his fiancee had been killed.

"Mr. Stoker. There's a woman in the house. Roy said it's your girlfriend," Vince said.
"Tracy? What about her," he asked.
Roy looked at his friend. "She's been killed," Roy said. "Julianna must have found her."

Mike took off toward the front door, but Vince stopped him. "Don't. It's a crime scene," he said.

Mike looked at his sister, blood covering her hands and her clothes and fell to his knees. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't, at least not right now.
Julianna looked at Johnny. "It was Hastings. He left me a message. He wrote it in Tracy's blood," Julianna said before dissolving into tears again.

Johnny's blood began to boil. Not only had this man robbed his wife of something precious, but he'd also robbed her of her security for the last few weeks and now, he'd threatened her and killed another woman. Johnny wanted to lock Julianna away, but knew that wasn't an option. The problem was, he didn't know another way to insure her protection.