Her dream from the following night kept playing through 'Delia's mind it had all seemed so real to her as if she had actually lived through the experience. She kept seeing that man disintegrating into a pile of ash in her mind. The Supreme could even remember the smell of burnt flesh. These images had kept her distracted all day making it hard to focus. Because of this Cordelia had closed herself in her study to calm her mind a task she was failing tremendously at.

The Supreme look around her office taking in the bright colors that danced off of her antique lamp as sunlight shone through the multi-colored glass. The last six month had been nothing but smooth sailing as far as she was concerned. Society seemed to finally start to accept her kind though there was still some who feared their abilities but it was nothing she was concerned about. Her academy was finally a safe haven for witches. For so long she had lived in fear she almost forgot how it felt not to be looking over her shoulder every second. Closing her eyes she let the reassuring feeling of her environment settle her nerves.

A slight wind blew across the room and a smile crossed 'Delia's face,

"Hello lover," The Supreme whispered her eyes still closed. The weight of her blonde girlfriend gently fell into Cordelia's lap. It wasn't until 'Delia felt The Countess run her fingers through her hair that she opened her eyes. The striking blonde shifted in The Supreme's lap her hazel eyes never leaving 'Delia's. The Countess was dressed in a fitting pair of blue jeans and a black sleeveless shirt that had a low descending V-neck in the front. As always she was a sight to behold.

Now, The Countess was possessive by nature and she couldn't help but feel Cordelia belonged to her. Not in the sense of an object as she had felt about former lovers but as though they were made for each other that their souls were connected somehow. It was this sense of belonging to each other that made their love for one another run deep.

Love was a rather new concept for the immortal blonde. She had once thought she knew love a long time ago but truly knowing it now made her realize that she had just been awestruck. The beauty in front of her was the person she had been waiting so long for. Looking back The Countess regretted all of those year she spent trying to recreate someone who she never truly loved. Those years seemed so wasted to her now.

Leaning forward she place a loving kiss on 'Delia's mouth. In a playful mood Cordelia nipped at The Countess's exposed shoulder but not hard enough to leave a mark,

"Kiss me," 'Delia whispered.

A smile formed on the blonde's mouth as she wrapped her arms around the witch before placing her lips on The Supremes. Their tongues immediately found one another's as they deepened the embrace. Before ending the kiss The Countess took 'Delia's lower lip between her teeth biting it softly before releasing it. Wanting more contact Elizabeth moved to straddle the woman beneath her. Again The Countess kissed the blonde this type rocking her hips against her lover as 'Delia's hands found their way to her ass.

Cordelia squeezed her hands groping her partner as if they were teenagers. The Supreme was utterly devoted to the woman on top of her and she wondered how she had lived so long without this kind of passion in her life. It was completely consuming. Though it was a little frightening at times for she had never been a jealous person in the past but she found herself being so when it came to The Countess. But she was always reassured in the end because she knew Elizabeth was hers and hers alone. That being said the pair found themselves from time to time bringing someone else into their bedroom to share an evening but it was always someone they both agreed upon and never by themselves. The two found pleasure in telling the world they belonged to one another and that no one else could have either of their hearts. It seemed that love suited them both extremely well.

In the past The Countess never liked for her partners to see others but allowed herself to lie with as many people as she wanted. This changed when she met 'Delia unless they both slept with someone at the same time she had no interest in seeing anyone else.

A knock at the door reluctantly broke the pairs embrace. Elizabeth groaned slightly and moved so she was no longer straddling the blonde but still remained in her lap. Moving her head so she could see the door The Supreme called out for the person to come in. Zoe entered the room. She nervously glanced away from the pair upon seeing The Countess in The Supremes lap.

"Yes, Zoe," Cordelia said politely.

"There is some news I thought you'd like to be aware of." Cordelia liked to be informed of any situation that may be related to witchcraft.

"Yes," she encouraged Zoe to continue.

"There was an incident on the outskirts of Salem."

Zoe's statement immediately caught the attention of The Supreme who gently tapped Elizabeth's hips to beckon her to remove herself from her lap. Before moving Elizabeth placed a butterfly kiss on 'Delia's cheek and moved to the couch near the window of the study.

"What news?" 'Delia asked as she leaned forward toward Zoe.

"Fifteen people were found killed this morning in the woods on the outside of Salem. They all seemed to be part of some kind of cult," she paused for a second then continued. "They were all found with their chest ripped open and their hearts missing."

The Countess crossed her legs and leaned back against the couch looking at her partner with interest seeing the seriousness on her face.

'Delia's heart quicken it couldn't just be a coincidence that she had a dream about being in the woods near Salem the night before.

"Was anything mentioned about the people being found near an altar or a pagan stone?" A look of slight shock crossed Zoe's face before she answered,

"Yes. How did you…" but before she could continue she was interrupted.

"Thank you, Zoe. You may leave," 'Delia placed a hand on her forehead as Zoe left the room. The Countess waited for Zoe to close the door behind her to speak,

"How did you know that," The Countess asked as she leaned forward watching the expression on 'Delia's face. The Supreme turned her head and looked at the Blonde who was studying her intensely.

"I had a dream last night about Salem," 'Delia explained.

"Was it about the people found dead?" the blonde asked.

"No, my dream wasn't about cult members. It was about witches, our ancestors from Salem. My dream took place in the 1600's but I think it was in the same place as where those people were found murdered." She replayed the dream in her mind. "It can't just be a coincidence that I had a dream about this place and the next day fifteen people end up dead in the exact same location." A sense of dread washed over The Supreme though she was unsure why.

"What exactly happened in this dream?" The Countess concern grew seeing the fear in her lovers face.

"The witches were in a clearing with an altar and they were waiting for him to come," she stared past Elizabeth as she recalled the memory.

"Waiting for who to come?" Cordelia looked her in the eyes.

"The demon," she saw the look of fear glance across The Countess's face. "They were trying to banish him back to hell."

The Countess knew that demons were no laughing matter they were viscous and powerful beings that fed on violence and fear.

"What demon?"

"I don't know they never said his name," Cordelia shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "The Supreme of that time was barely able to hold him back long enough for her coven to finish the spell that banished him." A sad look crossed her face, "It cost her, her life."

A pang of fear shot like a bullet through Elizabeth's heart hearing those words.

"What do you think it all means," she asked. Taking in a deep breath 'Delia answered,

"That the demon in my dream was somehow brought back by these cult members…and that I have to stop him." Silence filled the room for several moments before The Countess spoke,

"Demons are extremely dangerous especially if you don't know who or what you are dealing with." These creatures were not unfamiliar to The Countess.

"You know about demons?" 'Delia questioned. 'Delia knew enough about them to protect herself from one. Her mother had taught her several potent banishing spells but she knew nothing of their origins or about summoning them.

"Yes. There is one who lurks the halls of The Cortez. Nasty creature." A slight shiver crept down the spine of the stoic blonde. "He was summoned by a despicable man named James March," Elizabeth had yet to reveal all of her past to 'Delia which included her being married Mr. March. "He used the dark energy of The Hotel to somehow summon an addiction demon to keep the other ghosts in line. He would force others trapped in the hotel to do his bidding knowing if they didn't comply he would release his demon upon them."

Needing the comfort of her partner Cordelia got up and sat next to The Countess taking her hand,

"This demon how powerful is it?"

"He was no threat to me only the ghosts that roamed the hotel. I'd say a lower level demon," The Countess recalled its faceless features and rubbery body and she inwardly cringed. At that statement 'Delia knew she could handle this addiction demon her partner spoke of.

"Whoever was brought back this morning is not a low level demon," her eyes fell to the floor knowing her banishing spells were nowhere near powerful enough for this new threat. Wanting to reassure her lover The Countess reaches out and stroked 'Delia's cheek. 'Delia leaned into the touch.

"If I am going to defeat whatever this thing is I need to learn as much as I can," she paused and looked at the blonde. "I need to speak with this March. He somehow managed to summon a demon and I need to know how."

The Countess immediately removed her hand from touching the blonde and sat up in a defensive manner,

"No!" her words came out harshly. "You cannot go to The Cortez. You have no idea what kind of evil lives there." The Countess had never been so hostile towards Cordelia before but she could not allow her to set foot in that hotel.

"I need to find out what this March knows. And I was not asking, Elizabeth," 'Delia glared back at The Countess. "I am going."

"'Delia listen to me. There is nothing there but death." The Countess would not admit it but The Supreme's safety was not the only reason she did not want her to go. There were so many of her secrets within the walls of The Cortez and she feared once there Cordelia may uncover them.

"This isn't a discussion. I am going," she was unwilling to waiver. The Countess knew this,

"He won't talk to you," she stated. "Not without me."

Cordelia looked curiously at the blonde,

"Why is that?" she could see the walls building around Elizabeth.

"He's a private man," not an untrue answer.

"But you know him? You can convince him to see me," Cordelia pressed.

"I will not help you. You need to stay as far away from that place as possible it's not safe. Take it from someone who lived there for almost a hundred years," she knew the dangers of that place and that if March found out she was her lover he would most certainly try and kill her.

"Then if you won't help me I will do it myself," she stood. She moved towards the door but was stopped as The Countess appeared in front of her,

"I'm trying to protect you."

"And I am trying to protect my coven," with that she brushed past the immortal and left the room.

Elizabeth stood in the room knowing she would not change 'Delia's mind. She also knew that she would not let The Supreme go alone to The Cortez. When she left that place Elizabeth thought she would never have to set foot in it again but fate it seems had a different plan and as much as The Countess hated it she knew she had to go back.