Chapter Eight – Revelations

Beth woke up wrapped around something hard and cold. She could feel the icy fingers splayed across her back as her own hands ran across a ripple of muscle. The feeling of jeans rubbing against jeans crossed her mind as she hitched her leg up further around whoever it lay across. The person shifted, his hand pressing her closer for a moment as her leg fell off and then she felt another body pressing against her own. Solid and firm and sending a shiver running down her spine that had nothing to do with the coldness seeping through her clothes.

Fingers slipped up her side, a leisurely stroll as they slide up her back toward her neck where his face buried into her neck, inhaling deeply for a moment before running his nose across her jawline. Beth felt her breath hitch as his breath spread across her face, causing her to shift and open her eyes.

A pair of blue eyes hiding behind a curtain of dark hair met hers and a million memories came rushing back to her. Standing in front of a prison cell, his sorrowful eyes looking at her as he silently apologized for her loss. The feel of him tensing up in her arms the first time she embraced him and fast forwarding to the way his shoulders fell the second time she hugged him from behind. Letting the grown man cry out his sorrows behind that shit hole trailer, that brought them to the moment where they stared at each other from across a table, her begging him to let him know what changed his mind and him not having to say word as he just stared at her.

Beth took in a deep breath, her hand traveling up to push the hair out of his face as she whispered, "Daryl."

His hands froze on her neck as his eyesbrows shifted from one of content to confusion and Beth felt the air leave her lungs. Her heart beat racing as she her mind screamed "Not Daryl! Not her Daryl!"

Last night rushed through her mind, the way he stood in the doorway, bleeding out and weak, the rudimentary medical care she had to give him and then opening up her wrists. The momentary pain slicing through her wrists and straight to her heart as she pushed against him. Doing her best to get away from the man that brought back so many unsaid feelings.

His hold tightened on her though, even as she shifted so that their chests weren't pressed together and she was able to stare up at the ceiling above her, he didn't let her go. Just let her turn away from him as he studied her face. Trying to work out the puzzle that was his 'Zombie girl'. Pressing her hands to her eyes, she took in a deep breath, still feeling his arm draped over her waist, but unwilling to push him away. The feeling was familiar in a way that it shouldn't be. Brought back cold nights lying in the woods as they huddled together seeking only warmth from each other.

"How do you know my name?" he asked, his hands holding her tighter like he expected her to run. Beth wanted to run. Didn't know where to even begin. The images passed through her mind, every little bit that she knew about him and still she couldn't get her tongue to move. It felt like a dead weight, hanging inside her mouth as she tried to get it to move. Looking at him, she could now see that which she missed for so long. Hear the draw in his voice that he worked to hide and the shadows in his eyes that be spoke of some many demons hiding in one person.

Swallowing, Beth met his gaze. Unsure if she could tell him everything that he was asking but still managing to say, "I know more then you realize Daryl Dixon."

He shifted away from her, his eyes narrowing as he looked from her to the closet and back again before turning hard and shifting even further away. Beth felt the coldness from the empty space brush across her more then she felt it when he was pressed against her. She almost brought herself closer to him, finding it easier to speak when she didn't have to look into those accusatory eyes.

"You looked in my stuff," he said, moving so that he was propped on one elbow and pointing toward the closet.

"No," Beth replied, sitting up as well. "Merle had it thrown about but..." her words trailed off when his head cocked the side. Again another blunder that he was finally catching on to. Beth looked down at the mattress, her hands suddenly more interested in a hole she never noticed before.

"You better start talkin, Z," he said, his hand coming up to wipe at something on his mouth. Beth tensed, her eye roaming every space she could think of before she looked at his stomach. Her eyes trailed down, noting how the gaping wound that was there the night before was now nothing more then a stretch of skin that may or may not disappear. Beth wasn't sure if Vampires scarred. She imagined if the wound was bad enough, like anything else.

Swallowing something to relieve her too dry mouth, she pointed toward his chest. "Your gun shot healed up pretty well." She met his gaze as she said the words and felt her mouth go dry all over again. His eyes tore into her own, the cold unfeeling look she'd seen before sent a shiver of fear down her spine, mostly because it was never directed at her.

Shifting so that she could seat on the edge of the bed, Beth let out a heavy breath as she clenched the side of the mattress. She found it easier to collect her thoughts without having to look directly at the man. "I know that your mother died when you were young, and left you with a drunk of a father and your brother, and I know that you grew up in a small town in Georgia, living off the land much like I did with my family on our farm. I know that your father taught you to hunt, that your really good at tracking, and even better with a bow. I know about the scars across your back because I had to help my father fix ya up once, and I know that, despite Merle always leaving you behind, he means the world to ya because he's all ya got left."

Beth licked her lips, her muscles tensing as she waited for a response. Any response. She'd take the sound of him crawling across the bed and walking out right now to the silence that filled the room. Making it hard to breath as she waited, but too scared to turn and see his expression.

"How do you know all that?" he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.

"Because I met you after the world falls apart on my farm in Georgia." She met his gaze, heart racing as she prayed for him to believe her, laugh at her. Finally call the police and tell them he has a psychotic stalker living in his apartment.

Daryl did none of those things. Just scooted to the edge of the bed and shoved himself off with his lips in a tight line. She turned away from the scars on his back, knowing that he wouldn't want her seeing them again. Watched him from the corner of her eye as he paced around the room a couple of times before he faced her, placed a his hands on his hips and said, "then tell me how I got there, huh? Who was I with when I rode up to your farm?"

Beth flinched, she could hear sarcasm mixed with anger in his words, and she closed her eyes. The image of Rick running across their fields with a pale and lifeless body in his arms, and the desperate plea for her father to save his boy.

"There was an accident, a boy..." her words trailed off as she fumbled through the memory, her tongue tying itself in knots as she tried to form the words. Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Daryl, noting the way his hands were clenching at his sides, and the hard lines of his face.

"You have to give me more then that," he said, taking a step back from her.

Beth let out a shuddering breath, pressing her own lips together as tears formed in her eyes. She closed them, forcing them back only to see the memories flash before her. Like a never ending reel that repeated itself time and time again. But how did she put those memories into words. How did she explain to some one what she'd been through when she knew that he was going to go through the same thing eventually.

"Z," he barked, stepping toward her. Beth shook her head, looking around the room for a few seconds before staring at him.

"I can't," she said, her voice shaking as her head shook harder. "I can't. I'm sorry. I know I should, but I can't." The tears that she attempted to hold back for so long spilled down her cheeks, a sob tearing itself from her chest as her shoulders slumped and she just continued shaking her head.

"Z," Daryl said, more like a rush of air leaving his lungs as he came to stand in front of her.

Beth looked up, meeting his gaze as she mouthed, "I'm sorry." All over again.

"It's too hard," she explained, another sob coming out. "I see it every night. All the people I lost, everyone that I know I'll never see again and..." her words trailed off as her eyes grew distant. Maggie, her father, even Judith and Carl flashed before her eyes before she closed them again. "I can't help but wonder what happened to them. If their alive or dead or..."

She racked a hand through her hair as her shoulders slumped more. Daryl knelt in front of her, his hands coming up to cup her face so that she was staring at him. "I don't want to relive it. I can't. Especially when I think I'll have to do it all over again. I can't do it again, Daryl."

"Shh," Daryl said, running his thumb across her jaw line. "It's okay. You don't know have to talk about it now," he said, sweeping some hair from her face. "Or ever." He amended when Beth moved to protest again. "It's okay."

"I'm sorry," she repeated, wrapping her arms around his neck so that she could bury her face in his neck. The sobs continued wrecking her body, forcing themselves out even as she attempted to calm herself down. Telling herself that she don't cry anymore. That it was pointless to cry. Only the tears kept on coming as she tightened her hold on Daryl. His arms circled her waist, pulling her toward him as one hand slide around her neck to hold her to him. Stroking at the skin just below her hair line as he continued softly whispering "shh" and "it'll be okay." All while Beth mumbled her apologizes and did her best to control the sobs.

Beth took in another shuddering breath saying,"I should. I want too because that's where we began, but..." Her words trailed off as Daryl pulled back, his hand once again gripping her chin as he looked into her tear stained face.

"No," he said, his grip tightening as he forced her to continue looking at him. "It doesn't have to be. We can begin here. Now. "

Beth shook her head, wiping at the tears that were starting to dry up. "But-" she started to say, meaning to argue her case. His hand moved to either side of her head. "No, it's a bad dream right? A nightmare?"

Beth took in a deep, shuddering breath as she nodded her head, unsure of where he was taking this.

"Then don't let us start there. Here. Now. It's as good a day as any," he said, his thumb sliding along her jaw line. Beth nodded again, sniffling now as she studied his face. Taking in his dark eyes, the way they were looking at her so intently. The same way he looked at her at the funeral home a million years ago, and she took in another shuddering breath, nodding her head and mumbling "yeah."

"yeah?" he asked, his fingers moving up to push her hair back.

Beth nodded again, taking in a deep breath at the same time Daryl leaned forward, capturing her lips with her own. Soft and gentle, even as his calloused hands tangled in her hair, cradling her head to his. His lips brushed against hers, a caress that Beth felt all the way to her bones as she brought her arms up to wrap around his neck. Pulling herself closer, pressing herself firmly against him until she felt muscles relax. Melting into him. Letting him wipe away the salty tears that poured onto her lips when he moved his against hers. His fingers scraped against her scalp, sending another shudder through her skin, one that went all the way to her toes and had her arching into him.

He pulled away, staring at her lips for a mere second before leaning forward to press another gentle kiss and then pulling away again. She met his gaze, a smile appearing on her tear stained face as she repeated, "it is a good a day as any."

"yeah," he mouthed, his thumb running across her chin before he leaned forward for another kiss. This one just as short as the last as he pulled away to sit on his heals. His eyes glanced over to the shades, grimacing a bit as he pushed himself up.

"Should get some more sleep," he mumbled, nodding toward the window. "Body ain't fully healed." Beth turned to see the morning sun pushing through the blinds, leaving streaks of light across the bed and into the small room. She smirked, shaking her head as she looked back at him.

"What?" he asked, seeing the amusement sparkling in her eyes.

Beth shook her head, her smile growing as she said, "Daryl Dixon a vampire. I should have known."

"Hmph," was his response as he moved toward the bed. Sliding next to her before pushing back until he was leaning against the head board until he was in the shadows Beth stared at him, taking in his pale skin and lean figure.

"Tell me something, Daryl," she said, turning toward him. He looked up at her, his head tilting to the side even as his own eyes never left hers. Beth crawled up to him, settling at his side as she ran a finger up his shoulder. "Do vampires sparkle in the sunlight?"

Daryl frowned, his eyes narrowing as he asked, "what the hell you talkin about?"

Beth giggled, her mouth turning up to a full on grin as she leaned over him to leave another kiss on his lips before saying, "nothing. Forget it."

He gave her another one of his confused stares, this time though his lips were turned up as he grabbed her head to drag her back down. "Crazy woman," he mumbled, his lips brushing against her as he said the words. Beth laughed, the sound rumbling against his lips and reverberating back to her. She could only imagine his reaction when the books came out in a few years, and he finally got the joke.

'He probably won't find it as funny,' Beth thought as she pulled back to see his amused grin. 'Or maybe he will.'

She didn't say anything else though while she curled back into his side with her head resting on his chest and one of his arms wrapped up around her. Much how they woke up not a few moments ago. As they settled down, and Beth once again felt the comforting coldness settle over her, another thought came to her. A question really and she stared up at Daryl trying to figure it out.

Chewing on her bottom lip, she studied his features, comparing them to what she knew of him back then and what she knew of vampires today. Remembered the serum that Blade injected her with that seemed to stop whatever it was that was happening to her that night the vampires kidnapped her and Daryl.

"What?" Daryl asked, looking down to see her studying him. Trying to figure something out with the way her eyes were concentrating on him but not seeing him.
Beth shook her head, shaking the thoughts away as she said, "you don't stay a vampire."

Daryl's brows furrowed together, probably wondering how that came out to be more of a statement then a question before shaking his head. "Nah, there's some serum that B's old man been workin on that could turn a biter human again. Plan on getting some."

Beth stared at him, searching his gaze like the answers would all be there. "like that stuff he used on me that time?"

Daryl nodded. "Stronger dosage though."

Beth nodded, her gaze going toward the window where she could see slits of the sun breaking through the blinds. "Could ask him," she suggested, not meeting his gaze because she already knew the answer.

"Betrayed him. He tried to kill me once," he explained scoffing at the thought. "Shit, if the vamps hadn't turned me when they did I wouldn't be here."

"What happened?" She looked up at him, her big blue eyes wide as she thought about the hundred possibilities that passed through her mind this week. Each one worse then last one and now she finds them to be confirmed. She wanted him to answer, wanted her fears confirmed but then again she didn't. Didn't know if she could handle to know how close she came to never seeing him again.

Daryl shook his head, focusing on some spot just past her head as he said, "He blew off my arm. Luckily, I was still in the turning phase or would have taken twice as long to grow back." He flexed his left arm, clenching the fingers closed a few times before turning it around to stare at the palm. "Lucky I was turned at all, or I would have died of blood loss."

Beth nodded, her gaze going to his hand as she grabbed it and placed a simple kiss on his palm. Letting her lips linger there while their eyes met. His hand rested on her cheek, thumb moving up and down as he whispered, "glad it didn't end there."

"Me too," Beth said, pushing up so that she could leave a kiss on his cheek. "Now sleep. We'll figure out how to get this serum later."

With that, she snuggled into his side. Grateful that he was resting next to her, alive -sort of- and willing to stay.

The sound of wood shattering woke her up. Her eyes groggily turning to the sound just as the sound of something whizzing past her ear registered. She huddled closer to Daryl, her heart hammering so hard she was sure it was going to come out of her chest. Daryl let out a quick curse as his hands curled into her side, biting into her skin as he rolled over her and then rolled them off the bed. Landing on the hard floor with rather loud thump and a shooting pain up her arm.

Daryl curled around her, his body practically on top of hers to keep the bullets away. One of them whizzed past, skimming his shoulder and sending Daryl in another round of curses as he looked behind him. Beth peaked out from the small space between her and Daryl. Taking in the three figures clad all in black, their automatics up to relentlessly shoot down their targets.

Beth let out a heavy "Who?" before Daryl lifted his weight off of hers, dragging her by the arm with him until they were behind the counter. Beth kept low, her hands close to her head even as she watched Daryl peek out from the corner only to be driven back.

"Who is that ?" she asked, not recalling Blade having that many people with them on the last stake out. She didn't even think Blade would use a tactic like this to take out someone he hated .

"Vampires," Daryl bite out, the venom in his tone said enough, but still Beth looked incredulously at him.

"Who haven't you pissed off lately?" Beth shot out, the anger rising in her voice as Daryl gave her a meek look.

"You?" he replied, more as a question then an actual statement.

Beth's head tilted, the air leave her lunges as she stared wide at him with something akin to disbelief and fear inside of them. He noticed the look when he peeked back at her. Quickly looking away, he waited until the spray of bullets paused to look around the corner again. Beth felt helpless, her hands searching her pockets for anything. She felt the lump that could only be her knife and knew that was pointless. Wouldn't do her a lick of good against a living enemy that already had guns trained on her head.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath wishing she had kept her gun with her while she stayed here, and cursing her stupidity for packing it up not knowing if she would need it.

Daryl's leap from behind the counter caught Beth's attention and she almost went after him until he flung himself back behind the counter, barely missing another string of bullets being aimed at him. The bag he came in with last night was placed in front of him as he quickly began digging through it.

"You got a miracle in there?" Beth asked, feeling herself get anxious. Daryl glanced at her, his eyes looking her up and down for a moment like he was trying to gauge her reaction. When he pulled out a small black ball, Beth felt the air leave her lungs.

"You've got to be kidding? What is that?"

"Flash grenade," he replied, chewing on his lower lip as he stared at the thing. Footsteps could be heard coming into the apartment now. The bullets getting closer, though Beth's ears were ringing so bad she was practically having to read Daryl's lips to understand him.

"What is that supposed to be?" she asked, still confused as to how that's supposed to help them. What? they were going make the vampire go deaf and hope they'll stop shooting at them. Shaking her head, she held her hands out for an explanation.

Daryl looked at the device. "Just pray their actually suck heads," he said, turning away from her. Beth didn't get to argue before he was standing up, his hand swinging back to throw the device and then he was back against her. Shoving her against the wall as the device let out a small beeping noise and then nothing.

The bullets stopped, the owners probably ducking for cover. When nothing sounded, Beth moved against him attempting to stand. She could hear the guys on the other end laughing, the sound echoing around the room and Beth felt like she'd been punched in the gut.

"Another dud?" she asked, gaping at him.
Daryl held up his finger up to his lips, shaking his head just as the thing beeped again and then a bright light flashed behind the counter. Blinding Beth even as Daryl shoved himself closer to her. Silence rang out in the room, the screams from moments ago still ringing in their ears as their eyes met for a moment in shared relief before a female shouted, "Scud!"

Beth froze, her eyes meeting Daryl's as his hand gripped her arm. "Come on, let's just talk," the woman said. Beth could her hear high heels clicking on the wooden floor as she walked into the apartment. She could imagine the woman's dark hair tied up tight in it's usual bun. Her over exaggerated make up and too tight clothing.

Daryl looked at her, their eyes locking for a moment. Beth took in the uncertainty in those eyes. The hardness that was coming over them as they prepared to face the woman standing in his apartment. She attempted to mimic his calm. Taking in a deep breath, she grabbed his arm giving it a slight squeeze before he stood. Beth moved to stand with him, not releasing his arm until Daryl pushed on her shoulder. Keeping her down even as he turned to face the woman.

"What's there to talk about, Alex?" he asked, holding out his arms in question. Beth stayed down, her eyes glued to Daryl even as he moved a few steps away from her. She focused on him. On the way he seemed to be fearless despite the woman and the man aiming another gun at him. Seemed to think he was invincible. 'Always believed himself to be invincible,' Beth thought as her hands curled into fists. Scrapping against the wood until she could focus on his words.

"What about your brother's debt. The one you promised to pay off," she said, a smile appearing on her face. The amusement in her eyes caused Beth to frown. A dawning realization that Daryl wasn't doing this for himself. That he wouldn't get involved with these kind of people on his own.

"It's paid, right? I gave you Blade and that was the deal." He held his hands up to emphasize his point, scoffing at the mere thought that he still owed them.

"Blade got away," she explained, shifting so that one of her legs stuck out as she crossed her arms. Daryl mimicked her movements, his back growing stiffer as he said, "not my problem."

The woman smirked, her head tilting to the side as she said, "you ran when we needed you. Now the royal family is dead and Blade is still out there. Consider your debt unpaid."

"It's not his fault your incompetent!" Beth shouted, jumping up from her spot behind the counter. The woman looked at her, her eyes traveling up and down for a moment before dismissing her to glare at Daryl. Beth felt the anger build up inside of her. A silent rage that coursed through her veins as she stepped toward the woman. Ready to make her acknowledge her no matter the cost.

"Beth," Daryl said, holding his hand out to stop her from going toward the woman. Beth stepped to his side, her own hand brushing against his own as she glared daggers at the woman.

"Whatever happened, that's on you," Beth said, practically growling at the woman. She noticed Daryl's slight smirk from the corner of her eye, making her feel better about standing up to this woman. To any of them just to see Daryl be proud of her for even a moment.

The woman's face flat lined, her lips pressing together until they were white as she glowered at Beth. "It's nice of you to attempt to join the big leagues, little girl, but this is an adult conversation. Why don't you go and play with your toys."

Beth felt her hands curl, her nails biting into her skin as the woman's gaze once again slide back to Daryl. "Let's go, Scud."

Beth hated the way she talked to Daryl like he was some animal. Less the animal even, judging from the seething look in her eyes as she stared at the man. Her insides churned thinking about the things that they would do to him. How they could use him and torture him. She couldn't leave it alone. She wouldn't leave it alone. Daryl must have been on the same page because she felt his hand slide against hers, a slight movement that had her looking at him from the corner of her eye. She barely noticed the nod toward the woman, but she saw it all the same. Taking a deep breath, she forced her muscles to relax. Remembering all those fighting lessons him and Michonne gave at the prison yard. Hoping to prepare people for when they were outside of the fences. Never thought she would have to use the training on regular people – or vampires- but here they were.

Beth released her breath, keeping her gaze focused straight ahead even as she strained to watch Daryl.

"Nah, think I'll stay," he said, taking a step back. His leg swung up, kicking the man with the gun back, making him loose his balance as he rushed toward him.

Bullets sprayed across the room as the man lost control, his gun sweeping in a circle until Daryl swung his arm out and knocked it out of his hands. Beth ducked from the shooting, waiting a moment until the weapon flew across the room to rush the woman. Her arms arching back to swing forward and land a punch on the woman's jaw. She wasn't looking at Beth; having dismissed her the moment she saw her, her focus was on Daryl as he slammed her wing man to the ground.

Beth felt her knuckles crack on impact, the pain radiating up her already sore arm even as she attempted to reach back and swing again. The woman was on her guard this time, and she caught Beth's hand mid swing and twisted it. Spinning Beth around in the process and twisting her arm until it was pressed against her back.

"Stupid little girl," She said, her breath fanning across Beth's face. "You really thought that was going to work?"

Her hand wrapped around Beth's neck, nails pressing into her throat as she forced her around to face Daryl. He held the gun in his hand now, pointing at Alex's head. Beth took in a deep breath, her heart racing when she spotted the fear in his eyes. The very real chance that she might not be walking away from this crossed her mind, and she was beginning to wonder if she was ever meant to walk away with Daryl.

"Let her go," Daryl said, holding the gun up higher so that it was closer to Alex's head. Her fingers dug deeper into Beth's neck, causing something to slip out and down her throat.

"Come with us, and her throat won't get ripped out." Her finger dug deeper to emphasize her point and Beth noticed Daryl swallowing. His eyes jumping from Alex's gaze to her hands and then to Beth as he weighed his options. Could see the defeat come through as he lowered his gun. The curse that slipped from his lips as the gun clattered to the ground.

"Good boy," The woman said, that patronizing tone back in her voice as her hand slide away from Beth's throat. She still kept the pressure on her arm, causing the shooting pain to go up her shoulder even more as she shoved her forward. "Now we go on a small road trip."

Beth swallowed, her eyes going to Daryl for a split second until she realized he wasn't going to look at her. Probably believed he failed her, when he hadn't. This wasn't his fault. She needed to tell him that. Let him know one way or another, but he wouldn't look at her so Beth settled for waiting. Knowing that there was going to be a moment where they could talk. Hoped there would be a moment.

They were huddled into the hallway by the small girl, two other men came into sight. Their guns strapped to their backs and holstered at their sides. They weren't afraid. Believed they had them subdued enough. Beth had to suppress a grin at that. Loved and hated the way they underestimated them. Until she looked over to see Daryl with his head bent and shoulder's slumped forward. She wanted to give him some hope. Remind him there was still a chance, but Alex still had a hold on her arm, her grip still tight as she continued pushing her forward.

A single shot rang out in the dingy hallway. The hand on Beth's arm lessened for a moment before falling away altogether. Something fell behind her, hitting the hard floor with a thump as it shoved her forward. Beth stumbled, her legs getting twisted up a she tried to turn her mid-step into a turn only to wind up on the floor. Something burned in front of her, the barely lit hallway keeping most of it in shadows as she heard another fighting somewhere behind them. The two men that were flanking them had disappeared, she could hear the grunts of the men behind her until another one lite up. The last one stared at his fallen comrade, his eyes moving to the shadows where whatever attacked them stood before turning to run. Daryl stood behind her, his vampire eyes better able to see what was happening then her own and as the man came rushing toward them, he kicked up, barely missing her but slamming a hit into the man's chest and throwing him backwards. A sword appeared through his chest. It sat there for a minute before it was ripped upward, slicing the man in half from navel to head and then he to turned to ash.

Beth felt the air leave her lungs, her eyes lingering on the spot where the man's ashes disappeared before she looked Looking up to see a tall figure clad all in black standing before them. A grim look on his face as he stood with the barrel of a shot gun pointed straight at Daryl's head.


Yes I am leaving you with that. I do hope you enjoyed the chapter though. The beginning of this chapter was supposed to be more light hearted and funnier but Daryl got all surely and Beth got all depressed. Though the unexpected kissing scene that came out of it was a plus. Hope I did it justice by leaving it short. Not to sure, but anyways.

As far as Beth claiming up whenever Daryl's asked her how they met, that's how I'm going to write it. She's going to feel that guilt because she knows she should warn him but then again reliving it would just be hard. Like someone you know that's been to war. You know they survived it, they know they survived it and they relive it in their dreams but they don't talk about it. It just happened and they can't talk about it except maybe with others that survived it with them. But there's no one there that's been through it with her so she's shutting it off. I really don't know how to explain that better but that's how it seems to be going for her.

Anyways, I do still hope you enjoyed this chapter and thanks for the reviews on the last one. Ya'll seriously make my day whenever I see your thoughts on the story so far.