First off, thank you to everyone who has been patient with this. I was having trouble bringing all the characters together and making sure the lore I was writing about was right. I have many books on the occult so finding the right mix of 'truth' was challenging but I think I have worked it all out. all the information about the occult in this story is real, not coming off the top of my head, so updates take a little bit longer. Also a small line of Latin with the translation after it.

Chapter 10 – New Friends and Old Enemies.

Olivia found herself watching the people celebrating for over an hour. Peter had sat back and let her do what she wanted, following to make sure she was safe. He still didn't completely understand what was happening inside her mind but he assumed it had to do with her father and what was following her but when she had laughed and danced with her old friend he wondered if there was something else going on. Being in his own thoughts Peter didn't realize Olivia had left her position in the crowd.

Something caught Olivia's eye at her left and being the inquisitive person she was, and the fact she was an agent, she followed it, alone. Part of Olivia didn't even think about Peter and part of her didn't want him there. She knew who or what she was following so she didn't want him around where he could get hurt. Turning the corner into an ally way, Olivia looked around and found that what she was following had stopped at the end and was facing the building. Taking a hesitant step forward, Olivia called out, "What are you doing here? You know you don't belong."

Olivia watched as the form's shoulders shook, laughing heartily at her, "You know, I am not the only one that doesn't belong…" the figure turned to face Olivia but she couldn't see who stood there only her voice, "…remember the night you slit your wrists? It was the most wonderful night for us." The forms laugh echoed throughout the ally way and before Olivia's eyes it shrunk into a little girl, no more than 14 years old, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, haunted eyes and blood seeping from her wrists. Olivia stared in horror as the little girl moved towards her, the voice echoing in her ears, "Do you remember this?"

Faintly Olivia could hear her name being called out but it wasn't until Peter skidded to a stop next to her that she realized she had left him behind. "Jesus Christ Olivia, what the hell…" Peter trailed off at the sight of the little girl. Taking a step forward he went to approach her but Olivia's hand stop him. "Don't."

Laughter again echoed through the ally way as the wind had suddenly picked up, whipping around Peter and Olivia, causing them to have to cement their stance or else they would be knocked down. Peter grabbed for Olivia's hand, which she gladly gave, and he pulled her closer. "Liv, we need to get out of here." His voice rose significantly to override the howling air that surrounded them. Peter turned his back to the form which had now taken another form but with his back to her he couldn't see who's. He tugged on Olivia's hand to get her to move with him and she did after horror covered her face and a moment's delay. Olivia didn't know what to do but to follow him, turning around to face the end of the ally Peter pulled her closer. They began to run as fast as the winds would let them but one caught Olivia in the chest and hauled her backwards towards the middle of the ally.

"LIVIA!" Peter struggled against the wind to try and make it to Olivia's side but it fought harder to keep him away. With one thrust Peter was thrown half way up against the brick wall to the left, his back and head causing a sickening crunch in the now silent ally. As he landed on the ground, Peter coughed and struggled to get to his feet, dropping the minute he couched up blood. His back felt as though someone was sitting on him. All he could do was lift his head to see that Olivia was less that a foot away from him as well as the form which remained a shadow to his eyes. He could make out the girls shadow but not what she looked like. He watched as she sauntered over to where Olivia was laying, paralyzed with fear but trembling at the same time.

"Livia, please you need to move. Come on sweetheart, I need you to move before she gets to you." The more Peter spoke, the more blood he coughed up, knowing that one of his broken ribs had punctured a lung, he was struggling to breath but didn't care. Struggling to move again he saw the form crouching over Olivia, almost straddling her, leaning down to survey Olivia's face. "You know Olivia, it had taken us almost 16 years to find a way to trap you and all it took was missing child? I'm ashamed to be called evil if that's the case." Olivia opened her mouth to try and call for help but the only word to come out of her mouth was Ardat Lili. The forms face pulled back slightly and smirked back at Olivia.

"Well done. At least we know you haven't forgotten your learning. I never did like that name though." Ardat ran a long finger down Olivia's cheek, using her nail to cut open her skin in a deep gash. Blood dripped down her cheek towards to ground but Ardat ran her finger along the drip of blood and brought it to her mouth. "Mmm, I knew you were going to be worth it when I sent Samael after you." Olivia's eyes widened in anger and pain as Ardat's fingers trailed down her neck towards her chest. Knowing that Ardat was going to waist no time in digging her nails and fingers into her chest in an attempt to rip out her heart Olivia turned her head in Peter's direction to see him struggling to get up, her eyes shone with tears as she saw him being held down by one of the shadows that had been following her into the ally. She swallowed visibly, allowing the tears to fall at her cheeks. "Peter…" she watched as he closed his eyes, seemingly struggling to stay conscious, little did she know he actually was struggling to stay conscious but he did hear the last three words out of her mouth, "I love you."

"OH! How cute, confession her love before she dies. How…heart wrenching!" Ardat sunk her nails into Olivia's chest at that moment. Her hand making a claw shape she pushed harder into Olivia's skin.

The glass shattering scream that came from Olivia's throat bounced off the walls of the ally, her sob and cries went unheard by the celebrators in the streets. The world was darkening to Olivia as laughter filled her ears but was joined with the cries of two words, a piercing scream and the taste of salt in her mouth.

"Licentia iam!" (Leave now!)

The nails were retracted from Olivia's chest and the weight on her hips was lifted. She watched with hooded eyes as Ardat's form fought against the salt bomb that was thrown at her. Someones strong arms lifted Olivia off the ground and helped her over to Peter who was already struggling to his feet but the moment he saw Olivia on her feet he pulled her towards him and lifted her into his arms. His back ached and groaned in protest and agony but he wasn't about to let her walk out of that ally way. Looking down Peter saw Olivia's eyes closed and her face relaxing into unconsciousness. His eyes flicked down to the nail marks on her chest above her left breast but he didn't have time to feel anger, he just had to get her out of there.

As the three on them hurried down the street towards the hotel Peter turned to the man who saved them only to find it was a boy. "You're Marcus, aren't you?" Peter's voice was hoarse and painful from the agony in his back but knowing that Olivia was in his arms he didn't care. The boy only nodded as he led them towards the hotel in silence.

*8*

The ally was dark again. Only one form was resting there, her face burnt through from the salt bomb Marcus had thrown. Standing with her arms crossed over her chest, Ardat turned when she heard the woosh of wind behind her, knowing it was someone she knew.

"We are going to have to work harder Ardat. She is strong and the boy at her side makes it harder. We didn't think Bishop would follow her here."

Ardat sighed in frustration. "How did the Petrov boy escape?" the question went unanswered as she turned to face the fallen angel behind her. "Petrov attacked you with a salt bomb? That's how he was able to get passed you." She took a step closer towards him and placed her hands on the side of his burnt and smoking cheek. Leaning in slowly she placed a small kiss on his lips but pulled back after a minute. "You know I don't like being called Ardat, Abaddon."

Turning back to face the street, Ardat looked up towards the blackening sky. "He is going to want an update." Feeling her hand being taken in Abaddon's he brought his wings around them both and with a final sentence they were gone.

"I love you…Tayla."

OK it was long, so I hope it made up for the wait! I hope it all makes sense any issues please let me know and I will clarify or fix them