Cabhan

"Where are we going?" I muttered angrily. I was beginning to regret letting Felicity join me and my little saving plan. Felicity ignored me and kept walking, faster and faster. The air was cold and unwelcoming. We both had been smart in bringing thick jackets.

Felicity rounded a corner of another tall, grey building. For the first few hours she had listened to my plan, she had followed it too, but as the day wore on Felicity had somehow managed to turn my plan around and now we were following her plan.

"I don't understand how saving Jane and Anya had to do with anything except New York City. Yes, we had caught up to my family for a bit, trailed them until Felicity had gotten bored and decided that we would find Jane and Anya faster without them. I had given up arguing the fact that they had the best tracker in the world on their side.

"I know people in Chicago." She said for the billionth time.

"Yeah, Felicity that's great, apart from the fact that I don't."

She rolled her eyes, "I don't care if you don't know them." She replied; her pace slowed suddenly as she muttered to herself. "Which one is it?"

I tried to suppress the rage that was running through my body at that moment. "Which what?" I managed to spit out.

She once again ignored me as she fluttered up a couple of steps that lay at the bottom of a towering concrete block. "7, 5 32..." She muttered to herself, as she inspected the old, yellowing intercom that was fixed to a grey wall. Then she laughed at herself, "16, of course." She pressed a button at the end of the fourth row of faded buttons. There was a buzz as someone answered.

"Yeah?" The voice said. It was a male, maybe mid-20. He sounded half asleep.

"Cabhan, tá sé dom, oscailt an doras ceart anois." Felicity spoke fast.

There was a moan from the guy on the other end. "Felicity, Cad ba mhaith leat anseo?" He sounded tense, worried.

"Who are you talking to?" I hissed. "What are you saying?" Felicity Spun around with her finger to her lips. She stared angrily at me for a moment before turning.

"Cé hé sin? Cé hé a bhfuil tú?" The guy sounded agitated, Felicity quickly began to talk over him.

"Tá sé ina chara, a chara maith, cara iontaofa. Cabhan, in iúl dúinn i, de dhíth orm leat cabhrú liom teacht ar Anya." She waited for a moment as there was silence on the other end. After a moment I heard a loud click, and Felicity moved to open the door on her right.

I quickly followed her in, "What was that?" I asked, "What were you speaking?"

She shushed me as we walked into the elevator. After a moments silence she said, "I was speaking Irish. If you are with me it is probably best that you learn it."

I stared at her confused for a moment. "Why Irish?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Because that is where I am from. And besides," she looked at me quickly, "how many people do you know that actually speak Irish?"

That was a fair point, apart from her, the strange guy I was about to meet, and Marcus, I didn't know anyone one else who could speak Irish.

The elevator let out a distorted whirr of a ding as the scratched, graffiti door opened. Felicity walked quickly out and turned a corner on her left. At the end of the short corridor was a red door, which paint was peeling off. She knocked twice.

The door had its chain secured, and the man that Felicity had been talking to peeked out.

"Ba chóir go ligfidh tú teacht taobh istigh?" He asked quickly.

Felicity nodded. "Ar mhaith leat?"

The door closed briefly and then reopened without a chain.

"Tagann," He mumbled. Felicity walked in quickly. The door was shut behind me.

The man looked very tired, worn out. Felicity offered him a seat. In his own apartment. He declined and began to speak when Felicity raised her hand. "Speak English, Cabhan." She nodded at me. I rolled my eyes in response.

Cabhan didn't look happy with the demand at all. "What do you want here, Fey?" He asked with a heavily accented voice.

"I need some smúr."

"What the," I cut in, "I don't speak Irish so translate, now." I was getting extremely annoyed with the whole language barrier thing. Cabhan looked smuggle at me while Felicity turned to me with a face that meant she was getting annoyed with me.

Well guess what? The feeling's mutual.

"Smúr is just the name for the dust I need."

"What like magic dust? Are you freaking kidding me?" I said infuriated. "I did not waste my time following you here for some magic dust crap."

Cabhan made a face. "Great friend, Fey. You bring this guy here so he can laugh at us?" Cabhan was angry too. Felicity turned to him to try calm him down.

"Cabhan, he isn't a Lemprenichist."

"Well, clearly." Cabhan spat back. "Anyone who as nerve to laugh at us obviously underestimates our abilities."

Felicity put up her hands in defense. "Let me have the smúr, Cabhan, and we'll leave."

"No. Get out, the both of you. I don't want you here." Cabhan began herding us both back to towards the door.

"Cabhan, please!" Felicity yelled.

Cabhan just shook his head. "Why would you trust a human, Fey? They could tell anyone."

Felicity sighed. "Alec isn't human, Cabhan." It was silent for a moment, until Cabhan looked angrily at both of us.

"Why would you bring a vampire into my home, Felicity? Are you mad?" Cabhan was now beyond angry. "He could kill you, he could kill me."

She nodded. "No sooner then we could kill him, Cabhan he is my friend and I need him."

"What could you possibly want a vampire for?" He yelled.

"Keep it down," I growled.

"Don't talk to me!" Cabhan yelled in reply. He turned to look at Felicity. "Why do you 'need' him?" He jeered.

Felicity stood patiently for a moment. "I don't have my Silver, Cabhan. At all." Cabhan stood still for a moment. It was eerily quiet; I desperately wanted to know what he was thinking. What was so important about this Silver anyway?

Cabhan looked from Fey to me. "What is so important?" He whispered. "Without it a Lemprenichist is half dead. We cannot do anything. Felicity's Silver is probably the most important Silver in the world."

"Why?" I asked, I quickly wished I didn't.

"WHY?" He exploded. "For goodness sake Felicity if you have not told him a thing then how can you surely trust him?"

Felicity shrugged I never found it that important." She muttered.

"Why is Fey's the most important Silver?" I asked confused.

Cabhan sighed, exasperated. "Felicity has the most powerful silver in the world. Anya; the name of her Silver, can do a lot more than the rest of us."

"Such as…" I questioned.

"Teleportation, telepathy, telekinesis." He replied squarely. "To posses the Trí Teil's is the dream of every lemprenichist, of course," He quickly continued, "No of us would ever dare try and take that kind of Silver away from its partner." He turned to point at Felicity. "Her."

"Wait," I stumbled quickly over all of the information. "So, they used your Silver to get from Northland to New York?" I asked Felicity. She nodded sadly. "But, how can they force your Silver to do that? Wouldn't she be powerful enough to resist them anyway?"

This time Felicity shook her head. "The only thing that kills me is straight silver," she mimicked be stabbed with a knife, "straight through the throat." I grimaced at the thought quickly. She shrugged, if they're keeping Anya in something that is lined with pure silver they can control whatever she does.

I frowned quickly, that was until the door behind me was smashed to the floor. We all spun around to see who was on the other side of the door, Aro did not look happy.

Hello! Late update, I know; I have no excuse, just enjoying my holidays YAY!

The strange language that you read really was Irish, which I don't actually speak. Translation:

Cabhan, tá sé dom, oscailt an doras ceart anois-Cabhan, It's me, open up the door right now

Felicity, Cad ba mhaith leat anseo-What do you want here?

Cé hé sin? Cé hé a bhfuil tú-Who is that, who is there?

Tá sé ina chara, a chara maith, cara iontaofa. Cabhan, in iúl dúinn i, de dhíth orm leat cabhrú liom teacht ar Anya-He is a friend, a good friend, a trusted friend. Cabhan, let us in, I need you to help me find Anya.

Ba chóir go ligfidh tú teacht taobh istigh-Should I let you come in?

Ar mhaith leat-Could you?

Tagann-Come

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