Hello there, everyone. Surprised to hear from me? I can image.
I had no idea I would update again in a week but I've finished this one and I thought it would be only fair if I posted it.
I'm not happy with this chapter. I'm really not. I believe there are all kind of things wrong with it but I've no other ideas how to do it differently so it will have to do. Maybe in due time it will grow on me but for now, I'm not happy with it at all. Maybe I'm just not that good at writing fighting scenes.
A big thank you to all those who have favourited this story or who are now following it (or me). I appreciate it. As for the ones who have reviewed, like always an even bigger thank you to you.
Ann4ever17: I know I promised Damon would be in this chapter and that was the original plan but this thing just kept getting longer and longer and then there was no room to put the original end in it. He will be in the next one, pinky promise. I hope this fight won't disappoint you as it has disappointed me. And I'm glad you understand about the sequel.
ShadowsOfTheDay: I'm glad I could surprise you with the Witch thing. She isn't a Witch though. Or is she? Damon won't be in this one either and the reunion with Edward will keep you waiting too but she won't be able to stay away forever. As for Damon getting between Rachel and Edward... I can't say anything about that yet.
Atlafan1286: I'm sorry I haven't read your new story yet but I promise I will read it soon and I will review it. You okay with a bit of criticsm too? I'm quite honest about what I think about stories and there are very little stories I like everything about. But I'm not the reviewer who is just mean. I'm always meaning it in a nice way. But if you don't want it, I won't give it. I never want to end up hurting or angering someone.
Marinka: Sage zal misschien wel misschien niet hen komen redden en het antwoord op of ze wel levend uit de ballet studio komen zal gedeeltelijk worden beantwoord in dit hoofdstuk. Als voor de heksen theorie... Okay, James weet iets over Rachel dat ze zelf niet weet en daar pest hij haar heel erg mee. Hij kent een aantal heksen en vindt dat ze er veel gemeen mee heeft en dus probeert hij haar wijs te maken dat ze een heks is. Of ze dat ook echt is? Tja, daar ga ik nog geen uitspraken over doen. Ze kan er wel één zijn maar ook niet. Super dat je zo'n geweldige verjaardag heb gehad! Vriendjes horen hun meisjes ook te verwennen op verjaardagen, toch? ;) En dank je! Ik ben echt heel erg verwend maar er kwam niet zoveel visite. Veel konden niet dus die komen een andere keer. Hoop dat dit hoofdstuk je niet zal tegenvallen.
lostfeather1: why James is so messed up is talked about in this chapter. I wanted to give it a reason since in the books that reason isn't really given. The Volturi don't know about him or about him wanting to hunt someone under their protection so they couldn't have killed him and if they had, I wouldn't have a villain at the moment. I hope this update was soon enough, even though I'm not happy with the chapter.
alliekabobbs: thank you for your review and I'm glad you loved the last one. I hope this one won't be too much of a disappointment.
Okay, people! I'm giving you all a little warning. The story about how Alice was turned is also told in this chapter and I've changed a few things that in my eyes will clear up some questions about why Alice had visions. A rather big change, since they aren't even mentioned in the Twilight Saga, so I hope you all won't be too angry with it. If you are. Some people think that Twilight is the holy bible and you shouldn't change anything about or add anything to it.
I really hope this chapter won't disappoint you all too much (I'm really really really not happy with it) and I also hope I will update soon again. Once more, I can't make any promises but I do hope it will be just like this one, only then with a chapter I'm a little happier with.
Please review and let me know what you thought of it.
XxX Emmetje
New Girl in Town
Chapter 28
A Matter Of Live And Death
James was grinning at Rachel as if he was the Cheshire Cat. He had the same ridiculous smile on his face that the cat had and another thing they had in common was that they both didn't seem to be able to wipe it off their faces.
She hated it. She wanted to scream that he had to stop smiling. She wanted to slap it off his face even more but she knew she couldn't.
"Time," was the word that kept repeating itself in her head and she couldn't push it away.
Rachel and Jessamine needed it badly but the brown haired girl couldn't think of anything to buy it, nor could she think clear enough to come up with a plan.
Her brain was a whirlpool of thoughts that somehow were all connected to one another, even though it hardly made sense.
She was losing, she realised all too quickly. She was losing focus and with that she was losing the battle of survival.
"Time."
From the thought that she needed to find a way to buy time, she jumped towards the woman James had just told her about, Phoenix he had said her name was, and from her Rache's thoughts jumped towards the fact that he had called her a Witch, had called them both Witches.
Was that was she was? Sage had mentioned it before too and he had said that her powers and the powers of a Witch had a lot of similarities but that they were still different and hers were more powerful. And if she was really a Witch, he would have told her, wouldn't he?
Rachel forced herself to keep her face straight but she was dying to cry out in both desperation, frustration and confusion. "It's all too much."
James saw through her straight face and his grin widened. "You are starting to believe me."
"The day I start believing you is the day I will rip out my own heart," lied Rachel easily, holding her arms a little further up. They were trembling and she was starting to lose the feel in her fingers. "You won't be able to distract me."
Clearly he took that as a challenge. "We will see."
Suddenly Rachel's endless stream of confusing thoughts gave her an idea and it felt almost as if someone had switched on a light boll above her head, like she had seen so often in cartoons. She knew something which would buy them some time.
"You said you weren't stupid enough to hunt Phoenix," she slowly started. "So she wasn't the one who got away. Who was it then?"
"Now who is trying to distract who?" laughed James. "And didn't your parents ever tell you that curiosity kills the cat?"
"Yeah, and my ex taught me that knowledge brings it back to life," shot Rachel back. "I want to know about the one who got away and since you're so convinced you will kill me tonight, you can see it as my dying wish."
James seemed to think this over for a moment before grinning. "Sounds fair enough, especially since you know her."
"Her?" questioned Rachel, crooking an eyebrow.
"Yes, my one who got away was a girl. Cliché much, don't you agree?" He chuckled. "I had no such feelings for her whatsoever, though. It was purely hunger. Her blood smelled almost as good as the scent every single woman in your bloodline seems to have." He took a deep breath in. "Yours is mouth-watering and mind-blowing. It would drive even the most civil Vampires crazy."
"I wasn't asking about the scent of my blood," cut Rachel in, having heard such things before and not wanting to hear them again, especially not at that moment. "And I already know I'm a walking Vampire Buffet. So please enlighten me with something I don't know yet."
"Impatient, aren't you?" James chuckled again. "But as you wish. I will tell you the story." He cleared his throat before pretending to push some glasses further up his nose and opening a book. "Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in Biloxi, Mississippi. She wasn't living a happy life. Her daddy didn't love her and she had a wicked stepmother who hated her and spoiled her little sister. This girl was gifted, just like you. She had visions and she could see the future but no one believed her and they thought she was crazy so they put in her a mental asylum in a different county." His grin widened and he shot Rachel a taunting look. "She was a Witch too."
"Sounds to me like you have a thing for Witches," taunted Rachel back and she continued in an almost childlike voice: "Is that what made you like this, James? Were you rejected by a Witch when you were younger and you couldn't handle it so you had to go after every single Witch you met and kill them? Is the rejection what made you so messed up? In that case, you should go and see a psychologist. It will help you to give it a place."
James' smile disappeared the instant she mentioned him being rejected by one and he got a dangerous look in his eyes. "I would be a little more careful with what you say," he hissed. "I already have enough reasons to kill you slow and painfully. You don't need to give me even more."
"And here I thought we were actually getting somewhere," snapped Rachel back while her mind registered his reaction. So he really did have something against Witches and if she had read him well, it really had started with him being rejected by one.
James hissed again. "You want the story or not?" Rachel just glared at him. "In the asylum worked a Vampire and he also caught the edge in her scent," he continued but the taunting tone had disappeared. "He pitied her so to help her he started talking to her, befriending her and finally fathering her. He was absolutely obsessed with her. There wasn't a thing he wouldn't have done for her." He shot another look towards the brown haired girl and Rachel couldn't help but feel slightly proud when she saw he still wasn't smiling. "It's another thing you two have in common: being the obsession of a Vampire." He shook his head. "I really don't understand the fascination some Vampires seem to have for humans. It's not like your lot is very interesting. All you do is trying to make as much money as you can while make each other's lives as much a hell as you can."
"Witches are humans too," pointed Rachel out. "And you seem to be fascinated by them."
James stared at her for a moment before shrugging. "Point taken. But Witches have the ability to fight back. To do something more with their life except work. Humans on the other hand? There's nothing they can do to harm us Vampires."
This caught Rachel's interest. "And Witches can?"
"Clever, clever girl," chuckled James. "I'm not going to tell you that. That would probably be my own big mistake."
"That's an answer enough."
"Indeed. But it does not tell you what you will have to do to harm me," grinned James, causing Rachel to scowl. "I'm not that stupid, sweetheart."
"Don't call me that," growled Rachel, practically.
James crooked an eyebrow. "Ouch. Touchy subject much?"
Rachel's scowl only turned angrier. "Weren't you telling a story?"
"Ah, yes. I was indeed," proclaimed James, sighing as if he had completely forgotten. "Where was I again?"
Rachel gave him a cold look. "Explaining why you don't understand the fascination some Vampires have with humans."
"So I was." James' grin widened. "No need to get all upset about it. I do understand why that boy finds you so interesting, I will admit that. Your temper and your scent are just eye catching, or in the latter case: nose catching."
Rachel crooked an eyebrow. "Was that a desperate attempt to be funny?"
James grinned. "It was funny and you know it."
"Oh yes," agreed Rachel with an eye roll. The sarcasm was dripping off her voice. "It was hilarious."
James chuckled and put his hands behind his back again. "You know what the problem is with us Vampires, Rachel? Anything that stands out in the endless crowd of boring humans we quickly find very interesting. And then we become bored with it just as quickly. After a while it just isn't different anymore and it becomes normal again. That's when we leave and move on to something new. We're a little like children who see shiny new toys and who just have to have it. And once we do, we quickly grow bored with them and we move on to the next shiny new toy." He gave her a look. "It's what will happen with you too, mark my words. Edward is still finding you interesting now but eventually he will grow bored and move on and he will leave you heartbroken. Better to dump him before that can happen, don't you agree?"
"You don't know Edward," glared Rachel. "He is not like that."
"Why shouldn't he be like that?" mused James. "Because he doesn't feed of humans? Puh-lease." He let out a snort. "He's not one hair better than the rest of us. He just tries to make you think he is. I know exactly what kind of person Edward is, Rachel, and I assure you that it's not something a girl as you should want." He drummed with his fingers on his chin. "A girl who wants to make her own choices, who wants to be free and live life. You would be much better off without him."
"Is that what you told the girl who got away too?" wanted Rachel to know. She didn't like where he was going with this and she liked even less that something inside of her was believing him again.
"What?" James gave her a disbelieving look. "No. I never got the chance to talk to her. She saw I was about to start hunting her and she told Mr. Vampire Asylum Worker. He couldn't let that happen to her so he bit her, injecting his venom in her blood and starting the transformation to a Vampire. He then got her out of the asylum and hid her before he came to me and started to try and distract me. And unfortunately it worked. Well, it worked long enough for her to complete the transformation and once that was done, she was useless to me. I couldn't do anything with her anymore." James shrugged again. "So I let her be and I went after the Vampire and killed him." He chuckled. "It was rather funny to see her wake up though. When she opened her eyes as a Vampire for the first time, she didn't remember a thing of her human life. It was like she saw the sun for the first time, breathed for the first time, lived for the first time." His chuckling turned into full blown laughter. "Of course with the transformation she lost all her powers as a Witch. You can't be both a Witch and a Vampire. But one of her gifts remained: her vision. She still had the power to see the future and – " He turned to Rachel again, grinning evilly. " – to this day she still has it."
Rachel's heart skipped a beat and her eyes nearly popped out of her eye socket when she recognized the story as the girl who got away, as well as her gift.
"Alice…" she breathed out.
Alice was the girl who James hunted but who got away. He had killed her maker to get revenge for him transforming her into a Vampire and that was why she had woken up alone. And if she really had been in an asylum then it would explain too why she didn't remember anything of her human life. There was little to remember.
The realization and the shock it went along with, caused Rachel to lower her arms unconsciously and that was something she shouldn't have done.
It was a sign of distraction, a sign of weakness, and it was a sign to James that he had a chance. And he took it.
His smile disappeared, the corners of his lips curled down while he bared his teeth. And with a growl he launched.
It made Rachel snap out of her thoughts and with a yelp she raised her arms again to strengthen the shield. She had never let it down but her moment of distraction had weakened it even more than before.
James ran straight into it and the shield bounced him back, throwing him across the room. But the power of his attack caused the shield to bounce towards Rachel too and the power of the bounce threw her back, straight into Jessamine.
The two landed rather harshly on the ground with yelps and screams and ended up tangled there.
"Are you okay?" slipped immediately over Rachel's lips while she managed to untangle herself and get on her knees, the worry for her friend winning it from the realisation that due to her distraction the shield had been broken.
"I'm…" started Jessamine before screaming: "WATCH OUT!"
Rachel turned around just in time to see James flying towards them. She pushed her hands forward and threw him back once more. "On your feet, quickly!" she ordered Jessamine while hoisting herself on her own feet.
Her best friend didn't question her order but quickly followed her example and clung on to her arm once more when James got up again, his eyes blazing and his teeth bared again. He was ready for another attack.
"Oh no, you don't," muttered Rachel, pushing her arms forward again and focussing every fibre in her body on him. She needed to trap him, prevent him from getting in their way, even if it was just for a moment.
James' eyes shot up and he pushed his hands up as if he was trying to lift something up but it didn't work and slowly he was pushed by an invisible force on to his knees.
Rachel could feel her body starting to shake more while she tried to keep the Telekinetic globe she had created up and over James, preventing him from going anywhere.
"Jessa," she hissed through her teeth. She had clench her jaws tightly on to each other in concentration. "I need you to go."
"What?" brought Jessamine out in a suddenly rather calm voice.
"He can't do anything right now so I need you to get the hell out of here," explained Rachel. "Run as fast as you can and put some distance between yourself and this God damned ballet studio."
"Are you out of your mind?" wanted Jessamine to know, looking both shocked and indignant. "I'm not leaving you. Especially not in a situation like this." She shot her best glare at James but her eyes filled themselves with fear when she did. "Especially not with him."
"I will be fine, Jessa," tried Rachel to assure her, her voice not hiding how tired and drained she felt anymore. "I can handle this. And I need you to get help. If we don't find help, we won't be able to survive this." Her knees were shaking and she suddenly got the nagging feeling that her legs wouldn't hold her up for much longer. "And I can't leave. If I do, my concentration will break and he will be free." Jessamine looked at the door before looking at Rachel again, her eyes showing how much she was hesitating. "Please, Jessa."
The blond girl looked at her again with a grieving look in her eyes. She let out a sigh in defeat. "Very well."
Rachel tried to give her a reassuring smile. "I will be fine."
"You better." Jessamine grabbed her arm and looked deep into her eyes with a pleading look. "Please be safe." Rachel nodded and Jessamine glared slightly at her, her blue eyes standing sad though. "I will kill you myself if something should happen to you. You aren't getting hurt and you aren't dying, you hear me? I'm not losing my best friend today."
Rachel blinked when she heard that before her eyes started to tear up. She didn't want to lose her. Jessamine didn't want to lose her. It meant she still cared for her. She knew now what she could do but she still cared.
That realisation made her heart swell with happiness and relief and it threatened to make her spill her tears. "Jessa, you have to go…"
Jessamine nodded and let go of her arm, slowly backing up. "Be safe…" she whispered before turning around and running as hard as she could.
James let out a roar when he realised that she was getting away and it caused the blond girl to close her eyes and run even faster.
The door slammed close behind her and the colder air outside the ballet studio napped on her tear covered cheeks.
Jessamine didn't pay attention to it for a moment but just bolted. She had no idea where they were and she had no idea where she was going but she couldn't stop. She had to find help. Rachel was counting on her. She had to get help so they could both survive.
She yelped when she ran straight into something solid but before she could fall, two hands grabbed her wrists and steadied.
Jessamine shook her head to get out of the shock and whirlpool of thoughts. Her mind was a mess and her senses were screaming to wriggle free and run off again.
She listened to them and tried to free her wrists but when she did, the hands only tightened themselves.
"Let me go," Jessamine demanded while looking up. Her eyes widened when she did and she realised she should have done that earlier. "You…" she gasped.
James let out another roar and pushed his shoulder against the invisible globe, using all the strength he had.
It made Rachel clench her teeth even tighter on to each other and her arms to shake even more since she had to put so much energy in to keeping it up and not letting him out.
"I will not allow you to kill or even hurt Jessamine," she hissed, telling him not only that but also reminding herself why she had to keep the shield up. "And if you think for even a second that I will sit back and allow you to kill me, you're wrong. You had your chance to kill me without me putting up a fight. You had it and you threw it away. So you have no one but yourself to blame for this."
James' head snapped up and he looked at her, almost blinded with rage…
No, realised Rachel while she looked back at him. Not rage. Panic. Panic and fear. He was scared. But why?
The Cold One let out another roar and pushed his shoulder against the globe again. This time she didn't have the strength to keep it up and he broke through it.
Rachel stumbled back and her legs gave in but she managed to catch herself with her hands. The moment she had recovered, her head snapped up again and she raised another hand and once more created a shield between them.
But much to her surprise she didn't see James charging towards her. No, instead he straightened himself and remained where he was.
"I'm impressed," told James her. "You're strong and feisty. I like you."
Rachel glared angrily at him. "If you're looking for a girl who falls for psychopaths with mommy and daddy issues, you're at the wrong address. I hope you can handle being rejected by a Witch once more because right now I'm rejecting you." Her glare hardened. "And you Vampires really need to find something more original to say to me because I've heard that I'm interesting and feisty way too many times."
"Have you ever thought of that it's just something that you are and that that is what attracts Vampires?" questioned James with a smile. "Being feisty is what we like in humans and it are the feisty ones that make excellent Vampires." He crooked his head. "Have you ever given the life as a Vampire a thought? Because I certainly can image you as one." James took a step towards her, still smiling. "Yes, you would make a perfect Vampire. Stubborn, feisty and strong. Most of all strong. You would be unstoppable. You could do whatever you want. You could rule whoever you want. No one would be able to deny you anything and no one would tell you what to do anymore."
Rachel gave him a cold look. "Sorry to have to call you out of your fantasy but I've no desire whatsoever to take over the world."
James grinned. "What about revenge? Do you have any desire for revenge?"
Rachel frowned. "And on who exactly should I want to get revenge?"
James' grin widened. "The Volturi."
"I still don't believe your story," threw Rachel at him. "So that doesn't give me any reason to want to get revenge on them."
James raised an eyebrow in wonder, taking another step towards her. "And you aren't even a little bit curious about the reason why the Volturi, who are known to be so cruel and to think so low of human life, seem to care so much for you? Or why they never told you about Phoenix, a woman who did so much for them and whose reincarnation you could be with how much you look like her?" His grin widened and he got an evil look in his eyes. "You aren't even a bit curious about why they never told you about their knowledge of what you are and of what bloodline you come?"
Rachel frowned. "That's the second time you mentioned that. What bloodline are you talking about?"
James tilted his head. "I will tell you if you let me have a bite. Just a small one."
Rachel's eyes turned hostile again and she glared. "Go to hell."
Her response made him laugh. "Really? Go to hell?" He shook his head before giving her a taunting smile. "How much longer you think you can keep fighting me, sweetheart?"
Rachel's eyes flashed in fury when he once more called her sweetheart. "Stop calling me that," she growled. "And like I said before, if you are going to wait for me to be worn out then I will see another sunset."
"You're only fooling yourself," chuckled James. "Don't think I haven't noticed how using your powers is draining you. You're tired and you're growing weaker with each second that passes. It won't be long until you can't even stand on your own two feet anymore."
Rachel glared, desperately trying to hide the fear that was now closing itself around her heart. "I still have enough fight left in me to keep you away. You won't win."
James laughed. "We'll see."
Rachel opened her mouth to throw a response to that but the only thing that escaped her lips was a yelp when he charged towards her again. She quickly planted her heels firmly in the ground and got herself ready for the bounce.
James hit the shield again but it didn't throw him back and Rachel closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep herself from screaming out. The force he put on the shield felt like someone was pushing needles in the nerves of her hands and she could feel herself grow weaker again.
He had been right. She wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer.
Her eyes snapped open when she sensed that something was wrong with the shield but before she could figure out what, James broke through it and grabbed her by her throat, lifting her up in the air.
Rachel gasped for air, air that she didn't have, and grabbed hold of his hand, digging her fingernails into his skin. It was of no use. His grip was too strong and her nails weren't even hurting him. And kicking or hitting him wasn't an idea either. That would hurt her more than it would hurt him.
James brought her closer and grinned. "Told you so." His grin then turned into a snarl and he threw her away from, straight into a wall.
Rachel hit the floor with a loud "thump" and remained lying there for a moment. The world was spinning all around her and she was seeing stars, something which was accompanied by the numb feeling that was starting to spread itself through her body.
"No," she told herself. "You're not losing consciousness now. You will be as good as dead if you do."
She slowly pushed herself up and whimpered when sharp stings shot through her head and her arms. One look down told her that she had landed straight into a pile of shards and she was bleeding now.
James took a deep breath in before breathing out: "Mouth-watering." He opened his eyes again and grinned, slowly walking towards her. "You really do smell better than that little pixie."
Rachel raised her painful arm and tried to create another shield but nothing happened. She tried again but it only had the same result and panic started to overtake her completely when she realised that she didn't have the power to create another. She had used up all her energy.
She pushed herself a little up and tried to crawl back but the moment she sat up, her head started spinning again and her back started to protest.
"Like a trapped little mouse," grinned James when he heard her whimper and saw her rest her head on the floor again. "There's nowhere you can hide or run to. There's no one who can save you now."
Rachel slowly looked up at him with trembling limbs, the fright had completely taken her over, and in a last desperate try to find some hope, she took out the pepper spray she had stuffed in her pocket and held it out in front of her.
James blinked and stared at the little thing in her hand for a moment before bursting out in laughter. "Oh, you never give up, do you?" He had almost reached her now. "You just can't die without fighting back with everything you have." He kneeled down in front of her and gave her a pout. "Pepper spray doesn't work on us, sweetheart."
"This isn't normal pepper spray," told Rachel him, still holding the spray in front of her. "And I've been dying to try this out and see if it also works on Cold Ones."
James crooked an eyebrow. "What?"
Although she was still terrified and although every limb in her body was trembling, Rachel still managed to crook a smile. "I told you not to call me sweetheart." And with that she pushed the bottom at the top and pepperspraid him.
Edward hadn't been able to tell her since he hadn't even known about it but she now saw firsthand that vervain was actually a weakness of Cold Ones.
James screamed it out and immediately put some distance between himself and the brown haired girl on the ground, tripping over his own feet and falling to the floor. There he remained, screaming it out and pressing his hands against his face. His face was making a strange hissing noise and was that smoke coming off from him?
Rachel smiled, very pleased with herself, before she mentally kicked some sense into herself and reminded herself that with James down and distracted, she had a chance to get away. A chance to make a run for it.
She stumbled on to her feet and wanted to run to the door but she couldn't. Her legs, that had been sending her the signal for already a while that they wouldn't able to keep her up for much longer, were numb and she couldn't move them. And even if they hadn't felt like that, she wouldn't have been able to go anywhere because she couldn't see for the world was spinning again.
She grabbed hold of the wooden bar by what once had been a wall of mirrors and clutched her eyes close, just waiting and praying that the world would stop spinning and she would still manage to get away before James had recovered.
Her prayers went unanswered for the spinning did not stop soon enough.
When Rachel eopened her eyes, she saw that James was standing in front of her. His face was red, his black eyes were blazing with fury and they were also bloodshot.
Rachel, who was still seeing the world spin, couldn't react and couldn't move. She couldn't even think straight.
"I've had it with you," she heard him hiss just before she screamed it out when his fist landed in her ribs. The horrible sound of several bones snapping followed and she doubled over in pain, pressing her arms against her torso.
Another fist hit her, then another and another. She couldn't keep up with the hits and she was about ready to cry out in relief and thank him when he grabbed her by her throat again. But that thought was short-lived because he flung her through the air and threw her against another wall.
The force of the hit pushed almost all the air out of her lungs and when she hit the floor even more of the remaining air followed the example.
Rachel remained lying motionless on the cold wooden floor. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she was fighting the welcoming blackness of unconsciousness. She could lose consciousness now. She just couldn't. But her whole body was tired and hurt and she could hardly breath.
"Oh," growled James' voice from beside of her and she felt a cold hand grab her wrist. "I've really had it with you."
It was the last thing she registered before both her mind and body decided that she couldn't fight him anymore and they shut down.
Rachel sank away into a deep and lonely blackness. A blackness she would most likely never wake up from.
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