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The boys chatted amongst themselves for awhile. Jake and Marcus hanging on Cy's every word as he told his story starting with when he left the club. Cy fell back into the chair. It was almost exhausting tale to tell. Marcus and Jake sat in silence. They were trying to believe him, they really were. But as far as tall tales go, this one seemed like the empire state. If Rayne hadn't been there, hadn't performed her little demonstration, then they might've considered committing their friend to a rubber room.

Cy watched her as she sat there at the window on watch. She seemed almost lost in thought. Cy went over to her and leaned against the window frame opposite her. She watched him then looked outside again. Cy stuffed his hands in his pockets, searching for words.

"Worried about Richter?" he asked. She smiled knowingly.

"He's tough. Tougher than he seems."

In truth, she had been thinking of Cy, and her objective to protect him. She was never the protector, always the killer, the assassin. She wondered if she was the right one. more so now that she knew Richter was right. She did care. But caring could become a blinding liability. It could cause lives to be at risk. But she was the best. She knew that. There was no one who could but her.

He watched her while she was in thought, as she kept an eye on all that moved. The breeze was cool, and it blowed long red strands across her face. She didn't move it. Cy impulsively reached out and brushed it back. She kept his gaze.

'Yup', he thought, 'I'm definitely playing with fire.' He smirked a little.

'Are you sure you want to get burnt?'

He heard her voice in his head. She hadn't moved her mouth, she was grinning that mischievous grin of hers. He looked surprised, he knew he did, but found he felt rather pleasantly surprised.

'It's like a party in my head', he thought again jokingly.

'And in mine,' she thought back.

'Aren't you just reading my thoughts', he asked, a little puzzled.

'No', she replied, 'you're doing the same telepathic link that I am.'

Cy was a little more that stunned. Telepathy? How on earth?

'Wait', he thought, 'Is this to do with your blood at all?'

'Maybe. Contact with my blood sometimes can have an effect, sometimes not at all.'

Cy nodded taking it all in. He had been given a little gift from her blood. He could use this. However long it lasted.

'Show me. You've seen my mind,' he thought to her.

He felt her grab a hold of his mind, it was almost like being pulled through doors that were opening. Then it was a flood of images. Rayne as a child, her vampire father and his evil, her mother's murder, her rage and pain, images of her struggling with herself, Rayne in her bloodlust. So many bloody images of fighting and feeding. Richter as a young man, her training. The memory flood continued.

Cy let out a heavy sigh when it was over. His head ached. There was so much. He looked at Rayne. All she done, all that had been done to her, he knew it all now. Even what she thought of him. A throbbing headache began.

"Ow" he said aloud, sitting down finally.

Jake had been watching them. Wondering what they were doing seeing as they'd never actually had spoken a word.

"What did you do, a Vulcan mind meld?" he quipped.

Rayne smiled in a knowing way and patted his head. Marcus handed Cy a glass of water and what Rayne assumed to be pills to cure headaches.

Rayne's attention was drawn to outside. In the shadows she could see them. Creeping closer. They were here.

"We need to go."

Cy picked up on her thoughts. The enemy had found them.

"How did they?"

Rayne had already shed her coat again. she had attached her blades and had them at the ready.

"What the fuck?" Jake exclaimed, looking at Rayne in battle stance with her steel. Cy picked himself up. He rummaged through Rayne's bag. He found an assortment of weaponry, including the twin daggers he used that first night. He took them. Marcus shoved him out of the way.

"Let the army brat sort this out."

Marcus effectively sorted and dealt out firearms to himself, Jake and Cy. He looked at Rayne. She wouldn't need them.

"Get to the car and get moving," she commanded.

"What about you?" Cy stepped towards her.

"Go."

"I'm not leaving you here." He felt this urge to stand by her.

"Go or I'll throw you out myself!" she snapped. Cy made to move away. He saw her features soften for a second.

"I'll catch up…i..."

She was cut off as a hairy beast, Cy assumed was a werewolf type thing on steroids, came through the window. Jake and Marcus had to pull him away as he watched her step up and take it on.

The trio escaped down the stairs. Marcus had gone into army brat mode, checking all was clear before he'd let the other two move. The stairwell remained clear. They hesitated behind the exit to the street.

"They're going to be out there aren't they Cy?" Marcus asked gravely.

"Yeah. I can't expect you two to follow me out there, or along this path."

"We're going."

"Yup look at it as a new adventure," Jake tried to joke. Cy shook his head.

"This is the point of no return. You guys could get hurt in this. You come with me, you're stuck in this til whatever end."

Marcus and Jake nodded. Marcus pulled his shotgun into ready.

"We're coming."

Cy counted to three, and then he opened the door.

Voices called out, shots were fired. The trio bolted for Rayne's car. They got in with the bullets still whistling past.

"Shit!" Jake screeched, narrowly escaping, as he crawled in the back seat. "They really are after you."

"And now you as well," Cy replied, turning the key.

Cy reversed into the street and sped off. Marcus played around with Rayne's GPRS unit, plotting a course on it.

"You really are the army brat" Jake observed while Marcus keyed in a few more directions and assessed the artillery. Cy's reckless high speed driving was throwing them about. Marcus was pushing them towards the warehouse district, where theyre studio and storage house was.

A clawed hand came through Cy's driver seat window as a heavy weight hit the roof. The clawed hand flailed about, and then caught Cy's shoulder. All the while he tried to keep control of the car. Jake swore, and Marcus aimed for the distorted limb. A lucky shot blew off a chunk of its forearm. A howl of pain was heard, like an animal. Cy braked hard and the dark creature slid off the roof, across the hood and onto the road.

A twisted hairy creature, much like the one Rayne was left fighting.

"Run its ass over!" Jake yelled. Cy nodded.

The creature howled, almost daring them. Cy put the car into gear and accelerated. He hit the creature and the car slid sideways as he braked again. Marcus hung out the window to get a look. There was nothing in sight.

"Christ where did it go?"

Cy checked for himself. The creature seemed to be gone. Cy exhaled finally, he'd been holding his breath.

"Let's just keep moving," Jake suggested, peering through the back window.

Cy started the car again and hurtled off at top speed. Cy's mind was in different directions. Was that ugly thing sent by them? Were they still following? And he prayed to whichever deity that Rayne was ok. He checked the cell and pager he'd been given. Nothing new. Not knowing what had happened to her was making him anxious. He hated that he had left her back there. Cy swore loudly and hit the steering wheel. Marcus told him to calm down.

"She'll be ok."

"You got it bad don't ya?" Jake asked.

Cy shot him a look that clearly said shut up. Marcus reached over the seat and smacked him around the head.

"Easy, watch the hair."

Cy pulled the car into the dark warehouse they used. Marcus turned on some lights, just enough for the three of them. Cy in frustration, kicked at the nearest pylon, then punched it. Jake took his friend by the shoulders.

"Come on dude, chill, she'll be back."

"I should go back."

"Like hell you are. If they're still lurking out there, you'll get yourself caught or killed. Or both." Marcus stated.

"Yeah and then she'll kick our asses for not keeping yours out of trouble." Jake supplied.

"she could be in trouble."

"Its her job remember."

Cy leaned up against the car. He sighed, frustrated, and worried.