I had a big writer's block with this, considering I'm awful at describing scenery and fight moves, but I'm hoping it's sufficient enough for you guys. Also, I'd like to shout out to Blake and crazyshade666 for their encouragement and reviews. Also, I should probably mention that all the names for all the cities and towns are actually teal ones in Ireland, so no, I didn't make the names up.

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Chapter 18: One-Eyed Riley

Lilly, Arthur and the wolves made it outside. Diseased werewolves were everywhere. The woman that they both saw stood in front of the hotel. She snapped her fingers and werewolves, ten of them, came to her side as well as behind her. Lilly looked around. Dead bodies littered the street.

"Ah, thank you for coming out," the woman said.

"Who are you?" Lilly asked.

"My name is Willow, and I'm here for you, girl," she replied.

"Girl?" Lilly laughed. "You don't look much older than me."

The woman scoffed. "Anyway, you're to come with me."

The boys went in front of Lilly, snarling at the woman. Lilly saw Arthur tense up out of the corner of her eye. "And why would I do that?"

"Because of you don't," the woman turned her head to the beast next to her, "I'll sick all my dogs on this miserable town."

Lilly huffed out some air. "You do realize I've killed a lot of these monsters, right?"

"Yes. You're quite formidable, I've heard. Shall I make a show of it?"

Lilly narrowed her eyes. "Lilly, you will have to let me out for this one," Adair said.

"Why?" Lilly thought.

Suddenly, with a snap of Willow's fingers, the dead bodies started twitching. Lilly backed up a little as she watched them slowly transform into werewolves. She heard ligaments tear and bones crunch. It practically echoed around her. With a maniacal laugh, Willow looked at her undead creatures. "Rise, my pets. Kill the wolves and the husband, but leave the girl alive." And with that, the woman disappeared in a vortex of black fog.

Lilly immediately transformed into Adair and she stood in front of Arthur, drawing out her sword and red wings. "Arthur, get back inside, please."

Arthur stood his ground in a fighting stance as the werewolves slowly advanced. "I'm not leavin'."

Adair scoffed as two werewolves charged at them. Brian and James intervened and Adair glared at Arthur. "Arthur, please."

Arthur turned to see a dead human in the middle if transforming, walked to it, and punched it in the face. The half human, half beast went flying. Adair smirked at him. "Brian, James, go help Arthur."

Adair stood in a fighting stance with her sword, pulling a knife out with her other hand as the two went to Arthur's aid. A werewolf ran to her but Adair dodged out of the way with a twist, slicing sideways and cutting into the beast's shoulder. It howled from the pain. Another charged at her but she flew up, then landed on it's back and stabbed it in the neck with her sword. It fell dead. Adair felt her blood pumping as her confidence rose to the challenge of fighting the other werewolves charging at her. With parries, flourishes, slices, stabs, and lightning fast dodges and ducks, Adair took out the monsters one by one. Eventually the dead bodies lay at her feet, and Adair looked over at Arthur who had, amazingly so, beaten many of the beasts to a pulp and smashed their heads in. She was impressed. Brian and James had played their part, of course, by ripping many of the werewolves to shreds. This was going to take a lot of work to burn all the bodies.

Adair changed back into Lilly and she ran to Arthur. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," Arthur replied, breathing heavily.

Lilly stared at him and noticed a tear in his shirt. "Oh dear."

Lilly reached into her satchel and pulled out a vial. "What is that?"

"Wolfsbane," she said. "Along with some other ingredients. Take this. It'll prevent you from transforming into one of these things."

Arthur took the drink and coughed. "That tastes awful!"

"I know."

People started walking out of buildings and stared at the ground. "My God, what happened?!" an elderly man asked her.

"Werewolf attack. I...well, we took care of it." Lilly sighed and started dragging one of the bodies. "We need to burn them. Anyone want to help?"

A few of the men, Patrick included, helped Lilly and Arthur bring all the bodies and their missing parts to the center of the road. When that was done, Lilly started the fire. It took a while for everything to burn, so by the time it did, the sun was jist coming up. Lilly, Patrick, and Arthur were so exhausted they decided to go back to bed. But Lilly couldn't sleep. Arthur did, though. She merely watched him sleep for a while before kissing his cheek.

"I love you, Arthur," she whispered before getting off the bed.

She dressed in a black buttoned shirt, blue jeans, and black riding boots. She brushed and braided her hair and then she walked out to go find something to eat.

Arthur opened his eyes as soon as he heard the door shut. He sat up and rubbed his face. It was the way she said "I love you, Arthur" that stirred certain memories up. Now Arthur was certain he loved his wife, but he wasn't sure why. Well, he knew why. Lilly was like an addiction that he never wanted to be cured of. She was resourceful, cunning, and deadly. Unlike Eliza and Mary, who he finally remembered just now. And Isaac. Oh, his son Isaac. He felt a pain in his heart for a moment but then he distracted himself by thinking about Lilly and how much he wanted her. No, he needed her. He got out of bed, dressed on his gunslinger outfit with the tan jacket, and woke the wolves up.

"Hey, you boys ready to head out?" They woke up and barked at him.

"Do you know who that Willow lady was?" Lilly asked Adair in her head as she ate her lunch of fish and potatoes in the hotel restaurant. It was very roomy, and had a white theme, even with its tablecloths.

"That was one of Carman's followers. I suspect we will be seeing more of her, and others as well," Adair replied.

"Well that's just fuckin' great," Lilly snapped in her head. "Can you tell me about what happened with the famines? Were there supernatural creatures then too?"

"There was, though nothing of this scale. Changelings, dobhar-chús, fuaths, kelpies...he even took down a crazed oilliphéist. Granted, it was a juvenile one, but-"

Lilly shook her head. "My father took down a water horse?!"

"Yes. Your father was quite the warrior. And it would seem you are following in his footsteps. He didn't just kill me, Lilly. He killed all sorts of monsters."

Lilly rubbed her mouth. "I thought it was weird that they called me a"monster slayer" rather than a "werewolf slayer"."

Arthur popped out of nowhere, making Lilly jolt. "Hey hey, relax," he laughed. "You okay?"

"Yes. Sorry. I was just distracted," she said to her husband.

Arthur sat down. Brian sat next to Lilly while James sat down next to Arthur. "Talkin' to Adair?"

"Yes. Apparently this kind of shite happened before with my father, though not with werewolves. Just...other things."

"Your father?" Arthur asked with a puzzled brow.

"Yes. Apparently he hunted monsters and killed them too."

"I see."

Brian nudged Lilly's arm and she looked at him. "What?" Brian tried to lick her plate but Lilly pushed him away. "Hey, this is my food!"

A waiter came by and addressed Arthur. "Would ya like anything tah eat, sir?"

Arthur nodded. "Sure. Um," he picked up the menu and browsed it. "I'll have a steak, medium rare, please. And a beer."

The waiter wrote down the order and smiled at the wolves before leaving. Lilly continued on with her food. Arthur elbowed the table and palmed his chin, looking at Lilly. Lilly tilted her head at him with an affectionate smile. "What is it, mo chuisle?" Lilly asked him.

Arthur blinked. "Just...last night was amazing."

Lilly blushed a little. "Yes, we, Adair did most of the work, and you weren't too bad yourself, from the way she described it to me."

Arthur chuckled. "I wasn't talkin' about that."

"...Oh." Lilly blushed even more. "Yes, it was." Arthur held out his hand and Lilly took it. They locked eyes and Lilly sighed softly as she gazed into his light blue eyes. She really was so happy to have him back, even if he had little memory of her or his own life. And even though they fought in the beginning, Lilly was glad it was over. Hopefully. She knew better than to assume they would never fight again, but at least they had these moments where they could reconnect. Soon after, the waiter came over with Arthur's beer and steak, but Arthur didn't move a muscle. He just kept on staring at her. "Is there something on your mind?"

"What does "mo stór" mean?"

"It means "my darling". Do you remember calling me that?"

"Yes," Arthur said with a smile. "I'm startin' to remember bits and pieces of what Sean taught me."

"Oh good."

Arthur let go of her hand and started eating. "Mmm, shay...shtayg ma...stéig maith." [Good steak]

Lilly smiled brightly. "Good job."

After finishing lunch, as well as the boys since they both got free raw steaks, compliments of the hotel restaurant for last night's good deeds, Patrick, Lilly, Arthur, and the boys set off on their journey once more. The wolves were well rested enough to follow the carriage. After a few hours, though, the humans switched to their own horses so the boys could have a rest in the carriage. Lilly laughed as they poked their heads out, panting as the carriage went along. By the time it was night, they stopped at a village called Kinnegad. This time, Lilly and Arthur spent the night alone in the quaint inn without the wolves. They apparently wanted to hunt. Arthur and Lilly slept naked again, but this time they brought their weapons up to their room. Arthur had his arms around Lilly as she was snuggled against his chest. Lilly nuzzled his neck.

"Mmm, you smell good," she muttered, half asleep.

"So do you," Arthur said sleepily.

Lilly looked up at him with a sleepy grin. "Arthur?"

"Hmm?"

"I know you don't feel this way at the moment, but I love you." She kissed his cheek and rested her head down.

Arthur looked down at her with a frown. Of course he loved her, but why was he so hesitant to say so? Then it hit him. Patrick. Patrick was the reason why. Despite the flirting, Arthur didn't trust her a hundred percent to be completely over Patrick. Still...he did love her, but did she truly love him? Oh, that was a stupid thing to think. Of course she loved him. Right? Arthur waited until she was fast asleep to inch out of bed and get dressed. He left the room and walked down the hall to Patrick's room. He knocked a few times before a sleepy Patrick, in a dark blue silk robe, opened the door.

"Arthur? What ever is going on? Do ya realize what time it is?" Patrick asked coldly.

Arthur nodded. "I do."

Patrick opened his eyes more. "Well, is everything okay?" he said in a warmer tone.

"Yes. I just..." Arthur sighed. "I need to talk to you," he said calmly. "About Lilly. Can we uh..go get a beer or somethin'?"

Patrick's eyebrows raised and he opened the door more. "Sure. Just uh, let me get dressed and I'll meet ya in the pub down a ways. I think it was called "Billy's Watering Hole"?"

"Alright, I'll meet you there." Arthur walked down the hall to the lobby and left the inn. He walked down the street and sure enough, it was called "Billy's Watering Hole". Arthur ambled in to a tavern that was decorated with wood paneling and various dead animal heads on the wall and sat at the bar, ordering a pint of porter. It was pretty empty of customers. Arthur started drinking it and waited for ten minutes before seeing Patrick come in the door. Patrick ordered his own porter and sat next to Arthur.

"So," Patrick began. "What's this about Lilly?"

Arthur took a drink. "I need to know how...how did she take me bein' dead this whole time? I mean...she says she loves me, but I'm honestly havin' a hard time believin' it."

Patrick sighed. "Because of her and me being together."

"Yeah."

Patrick sighed as he took a drink. "She loves ya. When she came back tah Ireland, she barely ate, she barely left her room for a good few weeks...until I dragged her arse out and dumped her into the bathtub. But even after that, she...she just wasn't the same without ya, Arthur. It was like she was broken."

Arthur rubbed his face and took a sip. "Anything else?"

Patrick looked at Arthur and nodded. "After the twins were born, she started drinking all the time. And, well...one night, she was so distraught and drunk out of her gourd, she..." Patrick shook his head sadly. "...she was very close tah killing herself, Arthur."

Arthur gaped at Patrick. "She what?"

Patrick nodded. "Held a gun tah her head, said she'd rather be dead than haftah live her whole life without ya."

"Jesus Christ," Arthur groaned. "I had no idea." They both finished their drinks and ordered more porter. "What stopped her?"

"I did. Told her tah think about the twins and...she broke down crying. I got the gun away from her and she kept apologizing over and over. This was when the kids were just a few months old."

Arthur looked at Patrick sadly. "I...I may not like that you two were together, but I have to thank you for being there for her."

"You're welcome," Patrick said as he drank more porter.

Lilly woke to Arthur's side of the bed being empty. Dammit. Lilly got up and dressed, but then she heard singing outside. Drunk singing, which was more like shouting than anything else.

"Tiddly-i-ay, tiddly-i-ay, tiddly-i-ay for the One-Eyed Riley. Tiddly-i-ay, shit, piss and corruption! Blow it out your barracks bag!"

Lilly rolled her eyes. It sounded like Arthur and Patrick. She went to the window and opened it to find Patrick and Arthur, drunker than skunks and supporting each other as they walked.

"Suddenly a footstep on the stair, it was Riley out for slaughter with two pistols in his hand, lookin' for the man that had fucked his daughter!" Arthur sang, him and Patrick laughing at the word "fucked".

"Oh shite, I love the American versions of Irish songs!" Patrick belted out.

Lilly stared at them in disbelief as they both cackled in delight. "Arthur! Patrick!" They both looked at her in shock. "What the hell are you two doin'?!"

They started laughing again. "We're singing, lass. What's it look like?" Patrick said with a giggle.

Arthur laughed at him, then he pointed at his wife. "You. When I...when I come in there, my wife..." he said with a hiccup. "Oh, screw it." Arthur stumbled over to her and went past the bushes to her window. "Give me a kiss, honey."

Lilly could smell the alcohol on him and she backed up. "Ya both are malafoostered!"

"Yes!" Patrick said, walking over to the window in a clumsy manner. "But at least we're both sorted out now."

Lilly blinked. "Yer sorted out?"

"Yes! Next verse, Englishman!" Patrick demanded.

Arthur began his singing again. "I grabbed ol' Riley by the hair, rammed his head in a pail of water, fired his pistols into the air, a damn sight quicker than I fucked his daughter!"

Lilly started laughing as they started singing together.

"Tiddly-i-ay, tiddly-i-ay, tiddly-i-ay for the One-Eyed Riley. Tiddly-i-ay, shit, piss and corruption! Blow it out your barracks bag!"

"Fresh fish!" Arthur shouted as the two fell down laughing.

Lilly shook her head and sighed. "As ucht Dé..." [For Christ sakes...]