Hello my lovely readers! Turns out, this will be the second last chapter. So that means next will be the last. I can't believe we're almost there. I hope you enjoy this chapter:)

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"Fuck you!"

Fitz punched me in the stomach, sending me flying to the other side of the room, the wall cracking as my back came in contact with it. Fitz was the only person that could cause pain physically towards me. He wasn't exactly taking the news of me leaving, well.

"Calm down, it's not like you need me." I said as I stood to my feet.

It was true, Fitz has been sulking for ten years after killing Bianca. I don't know why I stayed with him that long but I have to get away. It will be better for the both of us.

"I fucking created you and you treat me like this?" His eyes were black and the venom in his voice was evident.

"You haven't gotten over Bianca and some how you blame me for it. I'm sick of putting up with your bullshit."

He narrowed his eyes at me and slashed another punch in my direction, this time it was my jaw. I heard a crack and immediately fixed it back in place. I was starting to grow furious and in any given moment, I was going to punch him.

"You don't know shit about her and that night. All you fucking care about is killing someone."

I gave him an incredulous look. "Well, we do need fucking blood! Did you forget that Fitzy?"

He shook his head vigorously. "I know you Elijah. You don't care about blood." His eyes flashed to mine. "You care about the kill."

I didn't exactly mind the killing, it was thrilling and did make the blood more tasty, but I didn't exactly know what Fitz was trying to say. He was becoming more and more deliberate about keeping things from me.

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

A cold laugh that scraped the walls fell from his lips. "You really are a demon. Yes, vampires do enjoy the kill. It's part of the hunt. But I've seen you Elijah. You crave for it, its your nature. That's why I chose you. You held those qualities when you were a human. You didn't exactly embrace it until, I transformed you."

I didn't know where this was coming from but he was trying to sidetrack me. I thought of doing this for many years and I'm not going to let him make me stay again.

"That may be true, but I'm still leaving. Your fucked and I don't need you anymore. I'm not a kid."

"You can't fucking leave! You are NOTHING with out me! NOTHING!" His vein popped out of his jaw as his teeth clenched and gave me a deadly and animalistic look.

"Watch me."

I turned around and left the room. He was cursing and throwing things and he swore he would find me. I knew that he could find me in one hour. I didn't care. I would keep running and running. He probably won't leave his "nest" though. He was still hurting from Bianca's death and in a vulnerable state. I'm just glad that I would never have to go through something like that and that I was free.

He rocked on his heels with the mocking smile still on his face. I didn't know what to say. He finally found me and my question was: how? Why? I've been gone too long for him to find me. Or was it….? That doesn't matter. I have to get him out of here. Before he causes trouble.

"What? No hug? No hello? I feel very unwelcome right now." He said mockingly, a hand clutching his frozen heart.

He still looked the same. Brown spiky hair, same dark clothing, icy blue eyes. It felt as if we were back 30 years ago, standing in front of each other causally. There was nothing casual for why he was here. I knew and he knew it.

"What are you doing here Fitz?" I managed to speak in an even voice.

He raised his hands in the air. "He speaks!" He chuckled. "I was just passing in the neighbourhood and came across your scent, among others."

"Oh, well you stopped by, is there a reason why you are here, in my apartment?" I said coolly.

He raised a finger and started to pace slowly around the room. "It's funny that you mention, I was running an errand for a friend. He lives here in Toronto, rich fellow. Henry Coyne. Does that ring a bell?" A taunting grin etched on his features.

Coyne? Rich family. Rich vampire family. Fiona Coyne. Fuck. Which means, Fitz knew Fiona or at least knew her from her father-at least I'm assuming Fitz is talking about her father. That means if Fitz came here recently, he met Adam, who has been around me…..which means my scent has been surrounded on him. Shit.

"No, it doesn't. Are you done running the errand?" I asked.

He nodded, the grin still on his features. "I am but I was thinking maybe we should catch up. After all these years, I'm guessing you've had….interesting food, by the smells of it, you've had something to eat last night."

I knew Clare's scent was lingering on me. I did have her blood in her system and because of having sex with her. Fitz knew it too. I suddenly felt myself froze when realization dawned on me. If Fitz finds out about me and Clare…oh fuck! He'll kill her. He'll fucking kill her. Memories of Bianca and Julia flooded through my mind and I was hoping my face did not display the panic going through me. He can't know about her.

"Just the regular, fuck and kill." I stated flatly.

"Ah, well that sounds like you. Now how've you been? I mean is it fun, flying solo?"

Something about his face was sending an off vibe. Did he know something that I didn't? I dug my hands into my pockets and analysed his features.

"I guess you could say that. How long are you staying here?"

He shrugged. "Don't know. A few weeks, maybe a month. Or maybe I'll just stay here permanently. It all depends."

"I don't really think that's a good idea."

"Why?" He started to walk over to me. "You hiding something Elijah?"

"I go by Eli now."

"Eli?" He made a face as he said the name. "That's…..different." He stopped in front of me.

"Yeah, there's a lot you don't know about me. Things have changed."

He nodded in understanding and paused before crushing my neck with his hand and pushing me down to the ground. I looked at him alarmed but I couldn't get out of his hold. His hold tightened and it was starting to become painful. Fitz still knew how to hurt me….physically.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I said.

He gave me a menacing look. "You think I'm fucking stupid? I know Henry Coyne's daughter. Fiona Coyne. Dating the scrawny little kid who happens to be friends with you." He sneered.

I squirmed but he used his other hand to punch my stomach, a tearing being heard from the contact of his ring. I pulled my fist back and punched him square in the jaw. His face moved a inch to the right and I couldn't believe I finally hit him. But it didn't have any effect.

"The scent that is on you right now, it's been imprinted for fucking months. This was not a fuck and kill. You've been seeing this girl more then once. I can't believe you fell for a fucking human, never thought I'd see the day." His anger was shining through his speech.

"I don't love a human, I killed her after I fucked her. I'm sure of it."

I needed to convince him that she meant nothing to me, because if he wasn't convinced, he will kill her. He will find her and take her away from me. I can't let that happen.

I pushed my hands flat against his chest, and sent him flying against the wall. He snarled and was before me in a moment. He grabbed my arm and cracked it backwards, the pressure sending a crippling feeling. But I wasn't down on the ground.

"You know, I've learned a new trick over the years." He dug his fingernails into my shoulders and I felt myself falling to the ground. "A trick that can make vampires unconscious." He twisted my neck and I felt a huge ache crawl in my body.

I fell to the ground and the ache crawled through out, eating away my insides and my eyes were starting to droop. What he fuck was happening to me? I saw his figure and remembered the night he changed me: him standing before me before everything turned black. Now I felt the déjà vu circling my brain and his figure became blurry, before, once again, all I saw was black.