"No more creepypastas, are you KIDDING. ME? I already went through this once!" David complained as the two stood outside a small storage compartment for a factory, a short way off from Robinson woods, where everything creepypasta had happened the guys the first time.

"We have an appointment, we're not about to be late because you're whining about meeting him, you should know who we're going to see, you seem like you play the game enough."

"SLENDER?! NOT AGAIN!"

She turned to glare at him, motioning for him to be quiet.

"Now, you don't want to offend him, you're still childish enough that he might keep you in a trade if he finds it necessary."

"TRADE?"

"Well yes, we're going to get one of the children he'd stolen quite a few years ago – I'm sure you'll remember her – it was the curly haired blonde with hazel eyes that Beckett's men had sired…as part of Adeline's plan if my host's memory serves me right."

"But I thought she just disappeared-"

"You silly like creature, did you really think a simple wish was going to make these creepypastas go away? It's child play, a falsifying belief. And if there's one thing they hate, it's being called creepypastas in the first place. I'd advise you to not use the term around him."

David stopped walking, looking around, half expecting fog to roll in for no reason.

"What happened to you being all attac-"

This time her hand reached out to grab the collar of his shirt, her eyes were blazing.

"There's a time and place, pet. And I will not allow your presence to sidetrack me in my quest for revenge. If you could call it that, I simple want to demolish the hybrid's sanity."

"I thought you were-"

Her hand moved from his shirt to against his lips as a little bell was heard ringing from the door the pair stood infront of.

"Not. Another. Word." Illshya threatened as the door opened, and she bowed slightly to a figure with no face, clad in a black suit with a white tie.

The figure appeared to nod before inviting them in, and as David and Illshya walked into the small warehouse he had the strangest feeling that he'd been there before, the winding passageway-like hallways all seemed so familiar.

But that was only because he'd played the game so many times.

"I appreciate you taking the time to visit with us, Slenderman. The child…if you're willing to part with her, that is, is she-"

The faceless being again nodded, reaching out a hand behind him as if motioning someone forward.

David's eyes widened at the sight of the girl that walked forward.

She couldn't have been older than eight or nine, and had ringlet curls just as blonde as Addie's hair had been before she dyed it. Her eyes were hazel, like the vampire she had loved – if anyone had seen them together they would have assumed by default the couple had raised her into a perfect angel.

"H-hello Lady Illsyha…Slendy t-told me you w-were coming f-for m-me." She stuttered, staring at the floor, nervously rocking on her feet.

"Dear, you needn't stutter…you know who you'll see again, won't you?"

The little girl's face brightened instantly.

"He said you were gonna take me back to my mom…after all these years…"

Illshya smiled, motioning to David to step forward and take the child's hand.

"Now Evie, you remember David, don't you?" she asked the little girl, who, to his surprise nodded in agreement.

"You're the one that started yelling when that man killed my sister…Slendy let me watch before we left. CAN WE GO BACK TO THE CORNMAZE?"

Illshya smiled, looking back at the Slenderman.

"If you'll allow me to keep the child, I will have a debt to pay into return, I assure you. We'll meet again, it can be determined then."

Slenderman held up a hand, and then, a voice was heard, although he had no mouth.

"My Lady, this is a free one. It's you're doing this to torment her parents, I wish you all the success in your endeavor, it's not often the child is immortal and can be taken advantage of multiple times such as this."

She nodded.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Slenderman. I will see you soon. David, Evie, come along you two – it's time we got you both home."

Turning to leave out of the door Slenderman had lead them into, Ilshya grabbed David's free hand, being the other one was holding onto the little girl as she tried to run ahead.

"When I say run, run. Otherwise we're stuck in this forest. On 3. 1. 2.-"

A blinding flash of light startled both David and the little girl, who cried out. When it dimmed and they could see where they were, the noticed they were infront of Pierre's, and once again, it was nighttime.

How quickly the time went, David wasn't really sure, it just seemed like time stopped around the demon, or atleast his perception of time passing while he was in her presence. Every second felt like forever with her.

Or could the demon jump through time zones and spans of hours as well as locations?

Ushering the girl up to the door, the demon whispered instructions to her to use over the next few days, which she nodded to. As the demon walked back to David and laced their fingers together, she turned to look at him and smiled.

"Watching the hybrid unravel truly will be something special…and for being so good when we met with Slenderman today, you deserve a reward."

He tried to hide the smirk on his face as he felt her lean up to kiss his cheek, her other arm reaching up to cling to his shoulder.

She's just as bad with me as Addie is with Seb…what have I gotten myself into?

"Does that mean we can go back to the f-"

"I knew you were going to ask that…and if you're going to suggest that, we might as well go get some dinner first."

"But-"

"I said it was a reward, I didn't say going to visit Slenderman was the trick, sweetheart."

David rolled his eyes, but didn't argue.

Thinking sleep would come easy after the sheer workout with Seb that had been half 'screw-me-like-the-wolf-you-really-are' and the other half being the typical romantic 'just-let-me-hold-you' makeout session the night had turned into, Addie finally managed to close her eyes and let her body relax, though her mind was still buzzing, partially because though her mouth had finally shut up, her telepathic link wouldn't shut off, didn't help that he kept replying as they lay there, one of his hands running through her hair.

And even though she tried to keep herself from being just completely flirty and suggestive, she couldn't help it.

"I don't think I wanna sleep now…I'm half vampire, I don't need it. You seem fine on adrenalin, you know how highs work."

"That's cute, you think you don't need sleep. I've seen lycans four times your age kill at the drop of a hat due to lack of sleep, that is, when they haven't been aggravated in the first place."

"You say 'that's cute' like it's supposed to be insulting. I know I'm cute, it's ineffective." She giggled, turning her head to rest her chin on his chest, looking up at him, crossing her eyes when he kissed her forehead.

"Ineffective? Cute? Those two words don't even belong in the same sentence."

"Meaning?"

"'Cute' is a disarming word when applied to you, it's an understatement. And your tactics aren't ineffective – fact that my stamina's finally shot for the night proves it, though how you're still flirty I can't understand."

"Bad habit? Comes with the territory?" she offered, turning over on her side, feeling him pull blankets tighter around them, one of his arms slipping around her waist, the sudden caress making her flinch, his fingertips must've brushed marks he'd left in the midst of it all, she was sure the shower in the morning was going to be…difficult.

She sighed as he nuzzled her cheek, but couldn't suppress the soft yelp as he nipped her ear lightly, managing to somehow make her want to rewind and replay the past few hours with the soft husky growl his telepathic reply had turned into.

"If it comes with the territory, it's mine."

And closing her eyes this time, she slipped asleep in his arms, completely content and expecting peaceful dreams.

But naturally, they're anything but.

It was cold, snowing. As always. The sky held not a single star, and yet, she seemed perfectly content. Not another soul around to disturb her walk, aimlessly wandering the old coffee shops, the old rollerskating grounds, the –

And then she heard her, laughing. It'd been years, but Addie could still remember the tone of Amelia's laugh, just how it would make her smile.

Somehow, Addie can hear music playing, and it's not even surprising that it's the song that she listened to for hours on end after William's death, something she'd cherished in highschool but had never really had meaning until now, the song being All Time Low's Therapy.

My ship went down In a sea of sound. When I woke up alone I had everything:
A handful of moments I wished I could change And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade.
In a city of fools, I was careful and cool, But they tore me apart like a hurricane...
A handful of moments I wished I could change But I was carried away.

Walking around the sudden corner of the smaller church where the two used to rollerblade around as kids, Addie let out a sheer wail of shock at seeing Amelia being playfully trapped against the wall by a taller person, she couldn't tell who it was, although the nickname that slipped from the brunette's lips gave her a clue.

"Mhm – Bill d-don't, this is a church for fuck's sak-"

The taller laughed, Amelia shrieked as he kissed her, oblivious to her protests. Addie only felt her heart break all over again – they were both dead now, one had been her best friend, and she'd been married to the other.

"I fucking hate my mind sometimes," Addie grumbled as the scene changed, and suddenly it was like she was nineteen all over again at her aunt's house, watching over her cousins for the summer.

The house the was the third one the family had lived in, and after her uncle had left, Addie had stayed at the house as a live-in nanny for her cousin while her aunt worked two jobs to keep the house and the family afloat.

Again, she noticed the music was still playing.

Give me therapy. I'm a walking travesty But I'm smiling at everything.
Therapy...You were never a friend to me And you can keep all your misery.

At the sound of a child's cry, she walks up the stairs to the second floor, side stepping the sleeping golden retriever outside the child's room, who was keeping watch protectively.

Walking into the room, it's like a slap in the face – the walls and decorations are exactly like her and William's old bedroom, it fact, it's the exact same, the only thing that's different is the crib in the corner of the room.

This wasn't a jog down memory lane, this dream had quickly turned into a nightmare.

Though she was afraid to walk any closer, the sound of a baby crying made all caring instinct kick in and she walked over to the crib and picked the girl up, trying so hard not to pay attention to the familiar features.

The girl had think wavy blonde hair like her own, though it was more like William's texture than her own. The girl's eyes, she realized, were exactly his, a deep chocolate brown that were always attentive, though at the moment tears were pouring out of them.

"Ssshhhh….sweetie it's okay, I'm here…sshhhh…." Addie soothed, turning to pace the room while holding the girl, hoping it would calm her.

Knowing that alone might not work, she began to hum something William had often sang her to sleep with – After The Last Midtown Show.

After a few moments, the girl calmed slightly, looking up at her with wide eyes, pacifying herself by sticking a finger or two in her mouth.

Addie couldn't help the pang of pure longing that ran through her, knowing this wasn't real and this had all been a fabrication from the creepypastas- Which only made her think of him, how terribly blind she'd been to her true feelings – how exactly had their love changed?

"This wasn't your reality. It never would have been, Adeline. We both know that."

A soft voice from the doorway startles her, and she turns to collapse on the bed, careful to cradle the now calmed baby in her arms, trying to figure out why this nightmare was a living ghost inside her head.

"I always wanted what I couldn't have, William. Or don't you know how the female mind works?"

She's surprised by the bitterness in her voice, the biting resentment.

He laughs, walking into the room, and she's shocked by how he appears – this isn't the William from when the relationship faltered, this is when they met, back when he ran the city.

"I know well enough, darling. Surprises me how you came to her aid right away, I'd've expected the very reminder to because you pain. She isn't for anything real, even in the waking world. You remember watching her being murdered right infront of you, don't you?" he teased darkly, and for a moment, she almost wanted to cry at the thought.

"Can you not? Why are you even here, taunting me? Even in death you can't leave me be…granted, I wish I could have changed things, but-"

He took a step closer, sat next to her on the bed, held open his arms for the girl.

Reluctantly she passed the baby to him, which only made her heart hurt more, watching him smile, fangs gleaming in the lowlight of the room as he looked almost adoringly down at the small creature in his arms.

"And what would you have changed, love? Amelia's death? My death? Our marriage? My turning you? Our very meeting?" he pressed, turning to look at her.

She shook her head.

"Mostly just how blind I was to my own feelings. I loved you for the longest time, William. And, well…even in death, I still do. I love you, I can never regret saying that." She admitted.

Again, he laughed, and it was tinged with malice.

"Oh, how I wish that were true. Of course you wouldn't regret saying something, especially if it's not true in the first place."

Addie felt a knot form in her stomach, knowing where the conversation was heading.

"William – I don't – I wasn't – I didn't mean-" she sputtered, trying to figure out how to apologize, even though she knew damn well what he meant.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you love me. You can't do it, can you?"

She didn't look up, too afraid he was absolutely right.

"Adeline. Look. At. Me."

Feeling his hand under her chin, she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

"I love you." She choked out, knowing the words were as fake on her tongue as the English accent her voice would slip into.

He actually smiled, looking down at the baby in his arms, then back at her.

"And that, mon cherie, is a lie."

And in one movement, a wave of the hand, the girl disappears, causing Addie to cry out before she finds William's lips against her own, and it's a sudden shock.

She's gotten so used to Sebastien's instead at this point that it's pointless to even say she missed the feeling of William anything – because even this is a lie.

"And you know," William starts, pulling back and standing, beginning to walk towards the door, "There was something you'd said the week we met – about why I'd turned Peter, how you didn't understand. You'd say he wasn't a vampire, that Edward Cullen was better than him, and that was something, because the latter was no vampire at all. And dear, the way I see things?"

He paused, she braced herself for although mental blow.

"Now that you're a hybrid, considering whose fault it is – in my eyes, you're no vampire at all."