Yes! Another chapter. Now just to give away a little warning I don't thing this is one of the best chapters I have written. I know it probably feels a bit rushed but because we are already 41 chapters in I didn't really feel like spending 4/5 chapters again writing what I could write in one chapter. So sorry if it's a bit rushed but I just want to get back in action and make the story tense and exiting again. Still hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts.

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Song: Queen - Hammer to Fall

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oh, every night, and every day.
little piece of you is falling away.
But lift your face the Western way your muscles as your body decays

Chapter 41: Hammer to fall

New York, 1963 January the 25th.

As she had predicted, the afternoon and evening rush had been a busy one, and because of it they had closed an hour later than usual. It had already been close to midnight when they'd finally succeeded in cleaning up the place, and too tired to walk she'd hailed a taxi to take her home sooner. She had paid the driver quickly, pushing a part of her tip in his hands before she exited. Not wanting to waste more time than necessary on the cold streets she opened the flat's heavy metal door raced up the stairs to her apartment. Her things were dropped by the door, a quick change and wash and she was in bed for the night.

She had been asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, but her slumber didn't last long. Only an hour later she was abruptly woken up by the sound of frantic knocking at the front door.

She sat up immediately, turning to the bedside lamp on the nightstand to emanate the room in light. For a few seconds she stared at her bedroom door, all remained silent and she had almost banished the small twinge of panic in her stomach but then another rapid knock echoed through the apartment.

Without any further hesitation she threw off the sheet covers and jumped out of bed like she'd been splashed with cold water. She was out of her bedroom in less than a second, the long t-shirt she had been sleeping in swishing against her knees with each step closer to the sound. She halted her feet in front of the door when the last knocks died down, and in the small moment of silence, she hesitated.

"Who the hell is it?"

Several thoughts ran through her head as she contemplated what to do, but when another knock, louder than the ones before came through she forced them all away. She pushed a surge of courage to her shaking hands. Slowly she opened the door. The bright light of the hallway filtered in her dark apartment, and it took her eyes a moment to adjust before things became visible. But when it did, her hand slipped away from the doorknob

"Raven?"

Quickly she flicked the light switch next to the door. The young shapeshifter was leaning against the wall, a painful expression on her pretty face. She pushed herself away from the wall with a groan, her legs trembling slightly with the effort. The white blouse she wore was covered in blood, the hand that she had pressed against her left shoulder covered in the same coat of red.

The sight of the young woman standing in her doorway made Katie's mind clear, quickly she stepped to the side. "Hurry up, come inside." She ushered Raven over the threshold and into her apartment, looking outside the door to make sure they were alone before she closed it.

Raven cringed in pain, a small gasp escaping her when Katie helped her the two steps down to the living room. Slowly she led her over to the couch so she could sit down

"You can't use it!"

Somewhere deep in her thoughts, she could hear Charles's voice but it was soon drowned out when a tremor like the sizzle of an electric current raced through her. Even without consciously activating it, her gift responded, already preparing itself for the task at hand.

"Let me have a look."

Raven didn't offer a reply when she felt Katherine's fingers wrap around her hand. She just leaned back against the couch her red-rimmed eyes staring up at the ceiling. Concerned by the lack of a response, Katie's eyes narrowed slightly. Her veins started humming, the energy racing through her fingers as the tendrils of her mutation went to work. She quickly felt the wound. A small round hole that she instantly recognized was on the shifter's left shoulder.

A bullet hole.

"You were shot?" She asked, the words sounding more like a statement than a question. Raven trembled, dark shadows crossing over her face when she frowned. The young shifters lips opened slightly, but no sounds escape. The words remained frozen in her throat. The lack of reply only increased Katie's worry. Slowly she let her eyes roam over the red stain at Raven's shoulder that spread over the rest of her blouse like a blossoming poppy.

Years of experience in the morgue had taught her that gunshot wounds didn't bleed as much as one may think. Only when a large artery was severed would there be excessive bleeding, and though the bullet in her shoulder had torn its way through the flesh, it hadn't hit bone, nor had it torn the tendon. The wound had been small, too small for the amount of blood currently smeared across her clothing and skin.

Raven's chest heaved with a soft breath, the sound enough of a trigger to pull Katie's attention away from the blood-covered clothes. Raven squeezed her eyes shut, her lips trembling as she tried to keep the tears from her eyes. A small sob almost too soft to hear escaped from her cracked lips, but even if it was soft, Katherine was able to catch it and when she heard the sound it wasn't hard for her to connect the dots.

It isn't her blood.

The sound of humming inside of her veins turned into a small screech when she suddenly felt something unexpected. There was still something left in the wound, something that she hadn't been able to feel before. She knew the feel of metal; she had learned to recognize the cold material for it had been forced inside of her body on more occasions than she liked to remember.

This was something different.

Her fingers tightened around Raven's hand when she changed the direction of the energy attached to her fingers. The tendrils stopped what they were doing, reacting like puppets on a string as they refocused their attention on the severed flesh beneath the strange object. Carefully and with perfect control, the flesh knitted together, slowly pushing the small item up towards Raven's shoulder opening. Unconsciously, she held her breath when it slowly appeared.
When it was far enough to grasp, she used her free hand, breathing in slowly again as she clenched the small round object between her fingers. She pulled her hand back, releasing Raven's hand at the same time the wound closed on her shoulder. With a deep breath, she turned her hand. Resting on her palm was a small round and colorless object, its body so transparent it looked as if it was made of glass

"Raven, what the hell is this?"

The young shifter refrained from talking. All she did was drop her head to her chest, her hands started to shake and with her nails she started picking, trying to get the blood out from underneath her nails.

"Raven?" She tried again, kinder this time. But the only reply she received was another sob.

It wasn't hard to remember how it had felt to be covered in blood. The smell, horrible and stagnant, had been stuck in Katie's nose long after she had washed clean.

"Come on" Slowly, she got up, placing the small plastic item carefully down on the coffee table beside her first before she helped Raven up with a gentle pull on her arm. There wasn't anything she could say to help the young woman in front of her, but she knew there was something else she could do.

"Let's get you out of those clothes and into the shower, okay?"

Raven regarded her with a swift twist of her head, her eyes wet and her brows furrowed. She nodded only once, an answer without words that urged Katie on. She picked up Raven's hand, the limb still bloodied and dirty, and wrapped her own hands around it. She offered a comforting smile before she began to walk, not releasing Raven's hand as she pulled her along with her. She carefully helped the young shifter undress once they were inside her bedroom. Every item of clothing fell on the ground beside Raven until she was done. Shivering and naked, she stood in front of Katherine.

"It's just through that door" With a nod of her head; she looked to the other door in the bedroom. "The bathroom is over there. She placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm outside if you need anything. Okay?"

For a second, it looked like Raven wanted to say something. Her lips parted, then they pursed. Without looking down at the bloody mess of clothing beside her, she walked towards the door. She opened it quietly and disappeared through, the lock clicking in its place when she closed it. Katherine waited a few seconds more. Her eyes remained glued on the door, and only when the sound of the shower came through did she let out the deep breath she had been holding.

There had always been a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something would happen. Whether it had been in a week, a month, or a few months, trouble was bound to happen someday. She scoffed, rubbing her temples to push away her rising worry.

She hated being right.

He'd been certain something was off long before his return to the garage, but coming in confirmed it

"Ah, finally." Emma turned his way when he had appeared in the doorway, her icy gaze looking him over. "What took you so long?"

Behind her, Riptide's handsome smirk turned even higher. The small knowing look in the suit-wearing mutant's eyes felt like ice down his back, the meaning behind almost baiting him for a reaction. And he knew he would have given in if he hadn't been distracted by something else.

Sitting against the wall in the corner of the garage, his eyes found Angel. The woman was ghostly white; her eyes pinched together in pain. Azazel was kneeling beside her, and with care, the Russian mutant was cleaning a nasty looking gash on the woman's leg. Each time he pressed down the cloth, she hissed.

"What happened?" His harsh voice seemed to echo throughout the room, but no answer was forthcoming quickly enough. He'd have to find the answer himself, apparently. Eyes scanning the room, his back straightened when he suddenly realized someone was missing.

"Where is Raven?"

"We don't know." Emma replied.

"She was with me." Angel croaked. His gaze shifted to the sound, and when he met Angel's half-closed eyes, she continued. "We went back to the apartment of that agent where we first found the bullets. I had a - ." she stopped, cringing and hissing slightly when Azazel pressed the cloth against the wound again. "I had a feeling I missed something the first time I went in there. I spoke to Raven about it, and we decided to return together."

He walked to her; she looked up at him and continued to explain

"He was inside when we first arrived, and we waited till he left. There's a fire escape next to his window. It's what I unlocked the first time I was in the apartment to let Riptide in. We thought we were lucky for it was still unlocked . " For a moment, her eyes drifted when Azazel moved beside her. The teleporting mutant slowly got up, the color of the cloth in his hands matching the color of his skin. Without a word, he turned, quickly walking to the small sink on the other side of the garage to clean the cloth.

"So both of you went inside," Erik prodded impatiently.

She answered with a nod.

"And then what?"

"He came back. The bastard walked right in while we were looking through the papers on his desk." Angel frowned, the skin between her eyebrows pinching together worriedly. "He didn't even ask questions. As soon as he saw us, he pulled out his gun and started shooting. He missed his first shot. It hit the window we came through."

Azazel's soft footsteps fell in alongside them. The teleporter carried an old first aid kit they had found in the garage when they had first taken refuge inside. Carefully and without a word, he started to work on the cut of her leg, cleaning the wound out gently at first with a bottle of antiseptic before placing gauze over the wound

" I jumped out the window onto the fire escape and cut my leg on a piece of glass. Raven was right behind me; she helped me down the stairs. He followed us, at first his shots were wild and unsteady. But when we reached the streets, he- "She stopped just for a small moment but not having the patience to wait longer than he found necessary Erik found his own lips moving.

"He what?!" he demanded

"He didn't miss." Behind him, Emma answered his question. He threw a quick look over his shoulder, the blond telepaths piercing eyes stirring the all-consuming anger and frustration that was already churning in his gut

"He shot Raven." Angel slowly continued. "She fell when the bullet hit her, I helped her up, told her to run, and we did. He chased after us, we ran and ran but he just- he wouldn't give up! We split up when we didn't know what else to do." A soft breath escaped from deep within her chest when Azazel finished what he was doing. She thanked him quietly, a sad but grateful smile crossing over her lips that was immediately mimicked on the teleporters face. The smile slipped away when she once again returned her eyes to the stoic metal bender. "We promised each other to meet again here, I made a large detour before coming back, and I thought that she would already be here." To keep her pain to a minimum, she slowly got up, using the wall for support.

"Where did you last see her?" His voice cut like a knife. She swallowed visibly before she answered. "We split up near Central park."

He perked up the moment as soon as he heard it

Of course.

Done with the wounded woman in front of him, his eyes went to the man beside her. "Azazel" Their eyes met. No words needed to be exchanged. There was a mutual understanding between them in which both knew what needed to be done next

"Good," Erik spoke again after returning Azazel's nod. "We will start at Central park." He turned, facing the two mutants behind them. "You two," he spoke out loudly. Both Emma and Riptide straightened when they were addressed. "Find that Agent. I would like to have a word with him."

Riptide's eyes were shadowed, but his lips curved cruelly when the order reached him. Emma only nodded once before she spoke. "As you wish."

Both of them left without another word, the door of the garage falling close behind them. It only took a quick shift of his eyes towards the teleporting man beside him to make the man move. Azazel stepped closer, his hand quickly coming into contact with Erik's shoulder. Both of them would have disappeared if it wasn't for the soft voice that piped up behind them

"And what about me?" Angel asked slowly

"You stay here." Without looking back, he answered, only barely able to keep the accusation from his voice. Deep down he knew that it wasn't fair to place all the blame on the former stripper, but for now he couldn't help himself. "You've done enough."

They were gone before Angel could reply, both of them disappearing in a red cloud of smoke

With a small flick of her fingers the button of the washing machine was turned on. Yawning, Katie stepped back. The washing machine started to rattle softly as it started its first program. The machine had been a purchase she hadn't needed, but after being spoiled in the mansion with not one but three washing machines, it had been hard not to convince herself to buy the luxury object. The second bedroom in her apartment had quickly been turned into a washing room. It already had a small washing sink, and connecting the pipes of her second-hand washing machine had been easy. The room was big enough that it would still fit a one person's bed even with the clothing rack.

Quickly she redressed, dropping the shirt she slept in in the wash basket next to the washing machine first before she picked up the clean sweatpants and sweater she had hung that morning from the clothing rack. She was thankful they were dry. After switching off the light, she left the room her eyes resting on the closed door of her bedroom for just a second before she walked behind the kitchen island with a small sigh. Only an hour had passed since Raven had disappeared into the bathroom, but it felt like longer. The shower had been turned off 20 minutes ago. And though she'd heard the bathroom door opening, the door of her bedroom had remained closed. It was difficult not to worry or be anxious, but knowing that the young woman probably needed to do this on her own was the only thing that kept her from breaking it down.

Only a few minutes later the smell of ground beans drifted from the pot into the living room. Katie breathed in deeply to take in the comforting smell of a fresh batch of coffee, basking it in for just a few satisfying seconds more before she turned to the cabinets behind her. She took two cups, one she quickly poured for herself. The other she kept empty. If Raven decided to join her, the woman needed a warm cup, and not a cooled one.

Even though she had been waiting for it, the moment the door finally opened was unexpected. She almost dropped the cup in her hands, only barely able to catch it when Raven appeared, naked and blue. Silently the two stared at each other. It was almost impossible to keep the questions from slipping when the answers to her curiosity walked through the door, but still, she managed to keep them in. There were more important things, so instead, she asked the only thing that mattered

"Are you okay?"

Raven's shoulders hunched slightly when she heard it, and though it was hesitant, she slowly nodded.

"I will be."

It had been months since she had last heard Raven speak, and when she heard it again after so many days apart, she couldn't help the smile that formed. "Yes, you will."

She turned to pick up the coffee urn from the counter behind her." Come sit. You need this more than I do." Raven did as told, and she sat down on a bar chair on the other side before she had finished pouring. Katie placed it down in front of her before putting the coffee pot back behind her.

"Thank you," Raven muttered, and when Katherine turned back to clench her own cup, she saw that the woman in front of her had done the same. For a few minutes, all Raven did was stare at the black liquid, her mouth unmoving. The silence felt like torture to her curious mind, but then Raven slowly looked up, and their eyes met across the short distance.

"What happened with Charles?"

Even before the telepath's name was spoken, Katie's hands had tightened around the cup in her hand so tightly she feared it would break. She hadn't been prepared for that question.

Raven hunched in at her tension.

" Is it that bad?"

Katie's tongue felt thick; her throat tight as all the pain of the truth of her mutation and the guilt of not being able to help Charles tried to claw its way out. But her lips remained sealed. Even if she had wanted to tell Raven everything, she couldn't find the words to start anywhere.

"Katie tell me, please"

The desperation in her voice was soft but when she heard it Katie found her eyes shifting away from the woman in front of her to the small cabinet beside her couch where her record player was resting on. The file that Charles had given her was in the first drawer, together with all the other items she still carried around from her past. She had shoved everything in there after she had unpacked her suitcase for the first time and hadn't looked at it since then. It was still hard to face the truth she denied, and she wasn't looking forward to talking about it. But if she owed it to one person at least, it was Raven

Hesitant she stood up, right when Raven called her name again. Katie raised her hand to stop another flow of words from escaping her.

"You can ask me anything, okay."

She walked from the kitchen, quickly stepping down the two steps down to her living room. She halted only for a second to pull the drawer out of the cabinet, closing it before she returned.

In her hands she held the file she had only read once. She had refused to read it more. She slid it over to Raven once she returned, picking up her lukewarm cup, she brought it to her lips . " First read this, and after you're done, I'll answer all your questions."

Raven eyed her curiously for a moment before she let her eyes drift down. Curious about what was going on she moved to flip the first page over.

"But..."

Raven looked up in question.

"In return, you have to tell me how you got shot tonight."

This made the younger woman in front of her hesitate for just a few seconds, but then with a nod she gave in. Without another word, Raven directed her eyes to the papers in front of her and started to read.

Inside Central Park, it was quiet, only the sound of the cold wind through the leaves surrounding him as he slowly walked over the pavement route. Even if spring had arrived, the winter had been harsh, and especially at night it had been clear that it was reluctant to leave. It had only been an hour since he had left the Garage to look for Raven, but the more minutes had passed, the more worried he had become.

The plan to split up near the Park had been a clever idea, one he instinctively knew had come from Raven. He had shown her the way through it after all, during one of the patrols they had walked together. Raven was clever, and over the weeks that had passed since she had followed him, she had shown it to again and again. She trained with Azazel almost daily, the Red skinned mutant had helped her grow stronger faster. Patrols she never skipped; she was eager to help, eager to fight for something she believed in just as he much as he did. He had sometimes taken her with him on his own patrols. Her mutation had been convenient, and it had been because of her they had been able to uncover many agent's name that had been kept hidden. He had taught her many things when they had been together, and each one of his lessons had been eagerly absorbed. Quickly she had learned how to pick locks, steal cars. He had even showed her how to use a knife, had given her one of his own when she showed potential in using it.

Another cold wind blew around him, he stopped if only for a moment to listen if something else than the leaves would move when they rattled .

Nothing.

Again he stepped forward, slowly following the route he had once walked before with Raven. It had been during one of their lasts patrols before Emma had returned. The young shifter had overheard something important while serving a young human agent a drink in the bar she worked in. The news had been important enough to follow him home when he had finished his drinks.

Drunkenly the man had chosen the walk through the dark park, singing loudly, the songs barely noticeable in the slurred lines that left him. Making him trip over a metal trashcan that had conveniently been on the same path the man had chosen had been an easy choose. The man had been too drunk to stay awake, and dragging him along to a place where it was dark enough to be hidden had been an easy task. The catch that day had been slim. Other than a few wet bills and an apartment key they man had nothing of importance on him, but still the day had not been wasted. On their way back, they took the long route on her request. The trip through the park had made her curious. Wanting to know more, she'd asked him if he could show her more places in the park where the lights didn't reach.

He had agreed of course, and he was glad he did.

Almost a half hour more passed while he searched through the park, looking in every place he had taken Raven. A glance at the watch around his wrist told him that soon Azazel would check in. Before the teleporter had left him, they'd agreed he would come back every hour to inform him with news about the mission he had given to Emma and Riptide.

The hour was almost over.

With a deep breath he stepped from the gravel onto the wet grass. It squelched underneath his feet with each step closer to another hidden alcove of the park. When he finally reached his destination, a lonely bench hidden beneath the dark covers of the trees, he froze. With a tense jaw he observed everything, the fingers of his hand clenching beside him tightly as he stared at the blood that was left on the bench. five identical smears were on the wood, the grip of someone that had tried to remain standing. Splatters of blood on the grass led away from the bench into the covers of the trees. With a heavy, pressing feeling in his chest he followed the trail, his eyes scanning the ground and his other instincts scanning further away. There was a small pull in the back of his mind, and he sensed something made of metal, an item he recognized with his mutation without even seeing it.

He picked up his pace, ducking between the trees until finally he stopped when he reached his destination. Still tense, he waited a few agonizing minutes until he felt the shift in the metallic field around him. The smell of Sulphur reached him before his vision was blurred by red smoke. He spoke before it had time to settle.

"Tell Emma and Riptide to return to the garage."

Azazel had appeared next to him; the red-skinned man's eyes widened when he caught sight of the bloodied body on the ground in front of him.

"We found him."

Azazel's eyes shifted once Erik had spoken. "This man is the agent?" he asked, his tongue heavy with accent.

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

" Because of this" Slowly he kneeled next to the body and when he turned the palm of his hand the body moved. It flipped on its back. In its chest deeply imbedded in the middle was a small knife, the same one he had given to Raven. With a flick of his fingers, the knife was dragged from the flesh. Azazel's eyes narrowed for a small second when he heard the bone break beneath the power of Erik's mutation.

"Now we only need to find Raven."

The knife quickly disappeared in his pocket his eyes already scanning the woods that surrounded him.

"Which exit is closer?"

"The one near Manhattan" Came the immediate answer from the teleporter behind him.

" What the fuck are you doing here?"

Inside of his other pocket, the keys almost seemed to come alive. He found them without problem, the keys against his palm before her voice had finished its agonizing echo inside of his head.

She was just a few blocks away. Raven knew that too.

"You can return to the garage as well." He turned his head swiftly to look at the red-skinned man behind him first before he looked back at the body on the ground. "But get rid of the human first."

"Then what About Raven?" Azazel worriedly replied.

"I know where she is."

It took a few seconds, but then Azazel's intellect caught up with him. "You believe she went to the doctor."

He nodded only once before he returned his eyes in the direction he knew he needed to go. "I'm almost certain of it." He started to walk before he had finished his sentence. "Return to the garage, rest. I will return when I can."

There was no answer, only a quick shift in the metal field around him before Azazel and the body of the agent were gone. He didn't even turn around to watch the red smoke disappear. His feet picked up the pace. Once he had reached the park exit he made his way across the street, disappearing between the narrow always before anyone had a chance to see him. Even if he preferred staying away from her, he couldn't help the small twinge of exhilaration that made his heart beat faster with each step closer to her apartment.

After she had answered all of Raven's questions, the girl had gone quiet for a long time. Katherine hadn't been able to handle the silence well and desperate to do something to break it she'd left the kitchen to put on a record. The soft sound of strings had filled the empty apartment. She sat down on the couch beside the record player, her fingers clenched together her eyes fixated nervously on the shifter that was still sitting on a bar chair behind the kitchen island . The first time Raven moved it was so small Katie had almost missed it, but then the young woman had shifted her head and had spoken the words she didn't even know she wanted to hear.

"It isn't your fault."

The reassurance in her voice had broken away the last tension that hung between them. Raven had joined her in the living room. For a short moment, they two had sat beside each other on the couch, the soft and soothing strings of guitar the only sound around them. When the song had ended Ravens head had shifted. The glass-like object Katie had freed from her body had still been on the table in front of them. With a small intake of breath she had started talking. At first, the words had been hesitant but after a few sentences, her voice grew clearer.

"We had no other choice than to split up. She chose the alleyways, I chose Central park, and he –he chose to follow me."

The rise of unwanted concern had almost made her deaf to what was being said. She only managed to catch bits and pieces, but they were enough for her to realize that it was worse than she expected.

And that was just the beginning.

"I had hoped I would be able to lose him there, for a moment I believed I did, but he found me. "I killed him, Katie. He came at me, and I – "

"it wasn't your fault."

The mere sight of Raven almost breaking down beside her had forced her to keep it together. She returned Raven's earlier words, with a small comforting smile. It hadn't been the time to worry about her own fears

Outside her window, the wind howled through the streets. On the wall in her kitchen, the clock ticked on as they talked for a long time more. Eventually, Raven was too tired to stay awake. Katie sent the woman to her room, waving away the words of protests when she freely offered her bed. It had been a lot to take in, and with all the new information that was thrown at her feet she knew it would be impossible to sleep even if she wanted to. She told Raven she would sleep on the couch and grateful Raven had thanked her before she'd disappeared inside the room.

Softly Katie closed the bedroom door behind her, the door clicked in its lock slowly. For a few seconds she remained standing in front of the door, her arms crossed underneath her breasts as she took a few breaths to calm herself. After a few seconds she pushed herself to walk to the light switch at the front door, with a flick of her fingers her apartment turned dark. The moon light was much clearer with the lights turned off and it shone through the blinds in front of her window. Long stripes of light danced over her coffee table the where the plastic bullet was still resting. It shimmered in the new light source, exactly in the same spot she had placed it down hours ago.

Even before Raven explained things, she'd instinctively known it was trouble

"What is it?"

"It's a plastic bullet."

She wrapped her arms around her when she walked away from her front door her feet only coming to a stop when she reached the side table. From the moment Raven had told her what it really was, she had instantly known for who it was made.

"They made it to kill Erik."

Even so, hearing it being said aloud had made her feel sick. The Nausea in her stomach still hadn't settled and it churned even more when she slowly leaned down to pick the bullet up. The plastic was warm to the touch, unlike a real bullet. It was lighter too, barely noticeable as it rested on her palm.

It looks so innocent.

With a tired sigh she stuffed the plastic bullet deep in the pocket of her sweat pants. She sat down on couch, resting her elbow on her knees first before she let her head drop in her hands. For a second she closed her eyes, breathing in deeply, evenly in an attempt to calm the concerned directions her mind was taking her. Without warning tendrils of sleep started pulling at her subconscious, and even if wasn't strong enough to completely pull her under it was enough to make some of her thoughts dissolve. Relieved her mind seemed willing to calm down, she lay back on the couch, pulling her feet up to rest on it. She laid her head down on a pillow, staring up at the ceiling above. Her eyes narrowed slightly when she saw a small black dot on the ceiling. A black little fly was walking, making its way across to the other side of the room. Normally she would be up in a second, ready to deal with the little creature that had dared to enter her apartment. But even if she heard the small urge in the back of her mind, she didn't wanted to get up. The couch was too comforting to leave.

Her eyelids grew heavier, her mind became silent.

And then, right when everything was fading into black, there was a click. When the sound echoed throughout the empty room, her eyes snapped open. She sat up when her front door was opened, her feet already on the ground before she froze when she caught who it was in the small beam of moonlight.

Erik Lehnsherr had returned.

So..eh yeah…that was it folks! Hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you expect will happen in the next chapter 😉

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