He cuts the engine quickly. Triple checking the Map, the location so old that the gps has it marked as non existent, he steps out with his shotgun in his hands. Adjusting his Stetson hat, he quietly makes his way over to the abandoned building. Circling the building, checking for signs of life, he peeks into the cracks of the barn walls. He doesn't see anything. He knows for sure that this is the location. That if the widows are really trying to resurrect Sheriff Clootie, this is where they'd go. The location of which he died, shot cold blooded by none other than Mr. Wyatt Earp.

He still hasn't figured out why Nicole, of all people, to kidnap. He supposes it could be due to her relation with Waverly. But even he knows that Waverly Earp isn't a "true" Earp, not by blood at least. Shaking his head, focus, now is not the time to solve the mystery. Right now, he needs to get to Nicole. Save Nicole.

Making his way around the back corner of the barn, he notices a dark looming figure hovering over something, his view blocked. Instantly he knows that it's Nicole, has to be her. Without much thought, he comes crashing through the barn wall which surprisingly breaks under his weight. Raising his shotgun, he fires directly at the figure.

It's never been like this. Anytime she's taken over a body, it's a quick act. No emotion, no thought, just the act of survival. But with her, god she can feel everything. She doesn't have that want, that need, to survive. She just feels. And she knows that she's been holding her too long, knows that any longer and she won't be able to make the switch. She knows that the slowing heartbeat and the paling skin means that the body won't survive the possession, knows that she's killing her. But she's so consumed by the raw emotions she's experiencing. She can't stop, wants to ride this high until her very last breath, paralyzed until the body can't take anymore.

So consumed with all that is Nicole, she doesn't notice the commotion behind her. Doesn't feel the shotgun pellets rip through her shoulder, spraying her dark black blood all over. She continues to feed the hunger and need to feel anything but nothingness like she has for the past one hundred thirty plus years.

"Get up"!

Nicole jumps up, eyes wild, searching for the voice. Her eyes zeroing in on the intruder.

"What the fuck Nedley! Get out!" Nicole scrambles to put her clothes on as she wraps Waverly up with the blanket. "You can't just barge into our room and Wesley is asleep!" She shout whispers.

"Nicole! Get. Up."

"I'm fucking up" she goes to grab Nedley by the arm to pull him out of her room and away from her peacefully sleeping girlfriend.. wife?, but her hand passes through his body. She stops and stares down at her hand then slowly back up at Nedley. What the fuck. She slowly lifts her hand to Nedley and tries a again, but the same outcome occurs. Her hand passes through Nedley body like he's not really there. She really looks at him, studying him, only now coming to the sudden realization that ghost Nedley is yelling at her but no sound is coming out. He is screaming at her frantically, she can see the sweat drip down his face from the exertion from yelling but still no sound. She closes her eyes and counts down from ten slowly in her head.

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