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A/N: Only a little bit of homework tonight so that means an update! Thanks to everyone who reviewed – they really made my day! (Well... night)

P.S. to CherrySlushLover: No promises about the longer chapters –but I'll try

This chapter is Sydney's P.O.V before she notified them that she was indeed alive and well.

Sydney's P.O.V

I was alive.

That was the only thought that was running through my mind as I heard the others arguing, as I felt Hopper poking me, as I saw the blackness beneath my eyelids. I opened my eyes and was greeted by bright lights and various colours. I decided that I hated the dark. It was an ugly, lonely thing. I never ever wanted to be alone again; I never wanted to cry again, I just wanted to be happy – like when I was with Adrian. In those moments of death I had realised that I'd never been truly happy until I met Adrian. I'd had moments of satisfaction but never happiness.

All they were doing was arguing. Why couldn't they appreciate what they had? I little voice in my head whispered: they haven't expierenced death before – the loneliness and bleakness of it. And they didn't need to know I decided; they could interpret it in their own ways until their time came.

As they continued to argue, I continued to think. It kind of shocked me to think that I was full of Moroi spirit magic and yet I wasn't repulsed. I thought back, only a few months earlier after Adrian and Sonya 'coated' Eddie and Dimitri in spirit magic, I couldn't even sit beside Eddie – I was just that horrified but now, now I was the magical object and it wasn't going to wear off anytime soon.

Still, still they continued to fight and insult one another. Hopper let out a squeak after realising I was awake but they couldn't hear him as they fought on and on.

I didn't chance looking around to see who was present. I didn't want them to know I was awake just yet, partly because I didn't know what to say and partly because when they acknowledged the fact I was alive, we'd have to figure out how to escape from the Alchemist's grip. I wanted to enjoy the peace a bit longer before shattering it. My peace that is, not theirs because they were still quarrelling over useless, unimportant things, like whose fault it was that I had died in the first place. I could answer that. It was all yet none of our faults. Each one of us had a small part in a big role.

Then my mind shifted to more important things, like what I was going to do when I woke up. For starters, I'd have to leave – I couldn't stay here, that's for certain. The Alchemists would infiltrate the place looking for me and information of my whereabouts. Then they would either succeed in killing me for the second time (not that they would know that of course) or at the very least drag me to Re-education, dad would disown me, God only knows what they'd do to Adrian and the rest of the gang, I would be pulled apart and stitched up again like a ragdoll and I don't even want to know what would happen after that.

They were still arguing, at this point it was getting annoying and Hopper's poking, despite how much I loved him, was getting irritating, his squeaks driving me insane and Jill's babbling high pitched voice getting on my nerves.

Wait... why was I acting like such a moody bitch all of a sudden? Then it hit me, some of Adrian's anger and spirit darkness must be leaking through the bond.

This was wonderful – in a manner of speaking. The upside was that I could help Adrian manage the spirit darkness. On the downside, I had to experience it. Fine by me though, I always wanted to take some of the depression off his mind and it was also a small price to pay, since he saved my life.

After all this time, they were still arguing... I had to bite down hard on my tongue to stop myself from screaming at them to shut-up.

"Stop fighting, you idiots." I said or rather croaked. My voice came out all raspy and dry. I didn't get time to dwell on that fact though, as I was embraced into a bone crushing hug from Adrian.