Hey guys! I feel like such a bad person for not updating for so long. I've gotten so many nice reviews, and I feel guilty for not posting anything. I'm going to try to update every Saturday and Sunday, so please just bear with me. I am also sorry that this chapter is so short, I wanted to leave it on a cliffhanger. Anyways, I apologize again, and I hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgiving and break from school!

Adieu!

Disclaimer: All character belong to Michael Buckely. I just own the plot, and Tristan..


Sabrina Grimm just stood there like a complete idiot, staring at her dirty, muddy Converse shoe like she had never seen it before. The hairs on the back of her neck and arms were standing on end, and adrenaline pumped through her veins.

That was pretty freaking cool.

Tristan coughed drastically as the dust set around them. He let out a whistle as he saw the wreckage Sabrina had caused, then turned to take in her expression.

"You feelin' okay?" he asked , a worried tone in his voice.

"I feel fine," Sabrina replied, and that was completely true. She hesitated. "But I feel different."

The sounds of sirens became audible in the distance, wailing louder as they came closer. Apparently, Sabrina's little fiasco had not gone unnoticed.

"Come on," Tristan said urgently, as he grabbed Sabrina's arm as he led her through the debris, "We need to get out of here."

It was dark outside, black clouds blanketed sky and hid the sun. The scent of rain hung in the air.

The two kids jogged away from the damaged jail, throwing paranoid glances over their shoulder. A few Everafters were out, quickly trying to reach shelter before the storm hit. Sabrina and Tristan went unnoticed, and made it to a grimy phone booth before fat raindrops started assaulting the ground. Sirens and thunder filled the air.

Phone booths apparently weren't made for two people, and Sabrina and Tristan struggled for room in the glass enclosure. Tristan fumbled in his pockets for some quarters, he took out several and inserted them into the coin slot. He picked up the beat up phone and passed it to Sabrina.

"Call Relda, and hurry."

Sabrina quickly dialed the number, and pressed the phone to her ear. She was longing to her grandmother' s calm and collected voice, reassuring things were going to be alright.

The phone ringed twice, and then the line went completely dead.

"This stupid thing doesn't work." Sabrina hissed angrily, slamming it back onto the receiver. The metal crumpled underneath her fingers, now dented and broken.

"They cut it off." Tristan said hoarsely, he grabbed Sabrina's hand as they dashed into the open, immediately getting drenched as they began running again.

"I am so stupid, " Tristan panted, as they turned the corner, "They can sense the magic on you."

The sirens, who were once distance, seemed to be right in Sabrina's ear.

"What are we going to do?" Sabrina shouted to be heard, and Tristan looked back at her with a hopeless look in his beautiful eyes.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Came a irritated voice from above.

Sabrina looked up in surprise Puck floating above them, pink wings keeping perfect pace as he stared, fuming, at Sabrina's hand clasped in Tristan's.