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Chapter 11 - Eyesight

Storming into the hotel room, Peter laid Olivia down on the bed softly, resting one knee on the bed he began bringing the covers up to under her chest so she was warm. Turning his shoulders to face the boy behind him he watched as Marcus placed his hands on the bedroom door frame, eyes closed and whispering silent words.

"How did you know where to find us?" Peter had questions and he was going to get answers, whether Marcus wanted to give them or not. Once Peter was sure that Olivia was safe he went to the bathroom and retrieved a cloth and a bowl of water, coming back into the bedroom he started wiping away the blood that had begun to drip down her top. He lifted the t-shirt gently and cleaned her stomach, feeling her muscles underneath his fingers was bringing back memories of their night together and then there was the 3 words she spoke before he passed out. I love you.

He wanted to ask her about it, he wanted to tell her he felt the same but right now her life was in danger and that was more important. Turning to fully face Marcus Peter moved closer to him and spoke, "you are going to give me answers now." As his voice rose slightly Olivia shifted in the bed and so Peter pointed towards the lounge room where they both sat facing each other, the bedroom door wide open in case Peter was needed.

Peter sat on the couch facing Marcus, his legs resting about shoulder width apart and his elbows resting on his knees. Running a hand over his face, he sighed and spoke, "How did you find us?"

Marcus looked over Peter's shoulder towards Olivia in the bedroom, "I saw her going into the ally, I knew she would be, I made sure that she came. Peter, you have to understand, I needed to bring Olivia here to make sure she is kept safe and at the same time we take care of Samael. You can call Broyles and tell him I am ok, my parent know where I am anyway." Marcus leaned back in his chair as Peter eyed him.

After speaking to Broyles Peter decided it was time to actually find out some information from Marcus. "So how old are you?"

"Hmm, figured the first question was going to be 'what the hell was going on in the alley?' but ok, I am 15. Yes I have always studied the arts and yes you did hear right when Olivia said she loved you." A knock at the door interrupted Marcus but without asking who it he swung the door open.

"Maxzille, thanks for coming, we could use your help." Peter heard Marcus speaking but was still a little shocked to see Olivia's friend walk into the lounge.

"Peter Bishop, it's good to actually talk to you, Olivia would hate for me to be rude to you." Maxzille extended his hand towards Peter, who eyed it for a moment, before meeting him half way. Peter watched as Maxzille and Marcus made their way towards the bedroom, Peter was about to stop them but realized that she needed help, help that he couldn't giver her and so he waited, back leaning against the wall just inside the bedroom, arms crossed over his chest. He watched as Maxzille lifted Olivia's top to reveal her chest and his grip on himself tightened.

"Oh, Oliviaman. You should know better." Maxzille replaced the shirt over her and turned to Peter and Marcus. "She will be fine, it'll just take longer to heal that normal. We should go outside and let her rest, healing is going to hurt for her and she is going to be in a lot of pain so we should stay close so I can be with her." Maxzille spoke as thought he didn't even know Peter was there.

Following them out of the bedroom, Peter brought the door shut half way before raising his voice. "Ok, can we just go back a second. You are not the only ones here who care for Olivia, lets get that straight right now and secondly what the hell is really going on because it seems as though I'm only getting part of the story here." Peter locked his jaw as he watched the two glance at each other before Maxzille sighed.

"How much do you know?"

Crossing his arms over his chest again, Peter shrugged. "Olivia has abilities, tried to kill herself and now has things trying to kill her so someone can live instead of her."

Maxzille nodded and motioned for Peter to sit down. "When Olivia and I were young, we were practiced in the arts. Now being from Voodoo heritage and her from Wicca we mixed our learning's. Her father was a great man and very respected in the arts. Olivia is very strong, one of the strongest I have ever met and it only stands to reason that when she took her own life she would bring back an energy with her. I just never realized that the reason Samael would be attached to Olivia was because of another angel. What makes it worse for her is that Olivia has always had a being surrounding her, just because she has so much power, Ardat Lili, is a fallen angel and sits pretty high up on the scale of archangels. She watches over children taking what ever chances she can get to cause hell in their lives. Knowing that Olivia would one day take her own life, Ardat decided she would follow her. And she took her chance by sending Samael after her."

Peter sat back for a moment on the couch. He didn't know what to do or say. He turned to face the half closed door that led towards Olivia. She was so different from the person he had fallen for and he was beginning to wonder if he even knew her at all…was she the same person he fell in love with?

Marcus spoke, "Peter, don't be doubting your feelings for Olivia. She is the same person, just a little more complicated."

"Yea if that's even possible." Maxzille laughed and was rewarded with a glare from Peter. "What happens if Liv dies and Samael rises?" Peter didn't really want to think about it but if something was to happen to Olivia he wanted to know what he was up against.

"Complete and utter destruction. Samael takes pleasure in maiming and killing people slowly and he has many legions of followers that will blindly follow him. Also the little bitch who started all of his, Ardat, is his lover. So if he comes and then she will come to. He is unable to take full form until his host, for lack of a better word, is dead but she, she is already here. Just waiting for the chance to kill Olivia."

"Peter, is there someone new in your lives? Someone Olivia has never met before but has been around? A new colleague or boyfriend or something? Even someone new in your life?"

Peter dropped his eyes in thought. There wasn't anyone who came straight to mind. Tayla was new but he'd known her before hand…right?

Peter's head was spinning by now, he couldn't seem to find the words to speak. Glancing back to the room again his eye's rose as he saw a shadow pass the door way. Before he could think he was out of his chair and at the door only to find Olivia's father standing over her. Sensing Marcus and Maxzille behind him Peter whispered, "What is he doing?"

In the same small voice Marcus spoke, "He is helping her heal, usually she can heal on her own but this was a very bad wound, she needs help." Then in an instant her father was gone, without so much as a word or a glance. Peter tentatively stepped towards Olivia and rested gently on the side of the bed. He watched as the wound slowly healed in front of his eyes. His scientific brain telling him it wasn't possible.

Much like she did when she was in her accident, Olivia's eyes flew open, hand clutched at her healing wound, and a deep cry escaped her lips. Sitting up straight, Peter's arms went around her shoulders as he held her close to make sure she was ok.

"Shh, Livi. You safe." His words were whispers in her ear. Olivia pulled back suddenly and searched Peter's eyes. Before looking over his shoulder towards Marcus and Maxzille. "Tayla…" she whispered hoarsely, "Ardat is Tayla."

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