A/N: Hello everyone! Holla to my readers and reviewers! Thanks for the reviews! Huggles! Part two comin' at you!

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"Italic"- Phone talk

Italic- Thoughts

Bold- Enthusiasm and interruptions by me!

Bold Italic- You'll see!

Pure Angel of Darkness

Realization pt.2

Robin and Karasuma reached the location in exactly no time. They stepped out the car and hurried over to where the others were. The scene was round a construction sight and by the looks of it, workers were half way through the job, support beams could be seen. Next to it were apartment complexes. STN-J members covered the entire area within a 5-20 mile radius.

"Is it the same killer," a dark voice asked from behind.

"Amon," Karasuma frowned. "Apparently yes."

"This guy really knows how to kill," said Sakaki looking at the multiple cuts and gashes.

"Michael, you find anything?"

"Unfortunately no. Whoever this person is doesn't have a very distinct pattern of killing. None of the victims are connected in anyway. They were probably just in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Then we have nothing."

"I wouldn't be so sure. Usually, from what we've encountered, witches mainly attack hierarchy of scale."

"Hierarchy of scale?"

Robin was indeed listening to the conversation between Amon and Michael from her point of view things seemed to come in place a little. However, there was still her dreams…were they really connected to the killings and, if possible, the killer? Robin started to zoning out on her thoughts.

Robin…

The young witch froze that voice…

It couldn't be- not again.

Come.

How? Why?

Inside, we must talk…alone.

She gasped as he heard his reply. Could he be reading her thoughts? Slowly, as if in a trance, Robin slunk away from her comrades. Quickly, she hurried inside the construction complex. Once inside, she walked through a series of staircases and long hallways.

The support beams made it slightly difficult to go through some places, but she managed. It seemed like an eternity, before she reached her destination. She stood in front of a door.

Come inside.

The young craft user hesitated as she reached out to grasp the knob. Did she really want this? Was it safe to come here alone? However, she had to know…the voice…her dreams…the man. She had to know, summoning all her courage, she opened the door.

"We finally meet."

She gasped, staring at the man before her. "It's you."

A/N: CLIFFIE! I am such a bad person. I promise I'll update ASAP! Please Review! I need at least two to keep me goin'.