Returning from my sabbatical (and oh it was a highly important sabbatical, let me tell you) I decided, hey, why not update some of those stories I have yet to finish? After some considerable self debate I was forced to allow that this was an idea that seemed both reasonable and logical at the same time. (literally). Thus I have for you here the next part of Harris' little return to Sabbat turf.

First off let me answer a question posted by a reviewer, the amazing (drum roll) PK'chu.! My thanks for the excited review, hope you enjoy this chapter as well. The relevance of the scimitar is minor, I simply got carried away by flavor text. However it is Blue's preferred weapon and one she is quite proficient with. Check out this chapter for her duel with Harris to find out just how deadly she is.

Now, that aside, on with the tale

Adjust this, adjust that, mutter, mutter. A revision of a revision. Thanks to those who spotted the wonderful transfer errors, I've fixed them all. Also thanks to FurySForge (also known as "The Man!") for spoting the whole sheathing thing. Very red faced was I (the great Thor) to be nailed for such an obvious sort of error. Oh my poor ego, ouch, ouch. (By the by, I do happen to know a rifle holster is commonly called a rifle sheath...but I suppose I'll wait till later to try and learn if you holster it or sheath it.)

The Thief Who Came In From The Cold: A Tale of Detroit

Chapter Six: Frozen Passion Amidst The Cold Fire

The storm had risen up like the doom that was around them. Sharp, bitingly chill winds roared through the air, seeping feeling from numb fingers and causing all but the most hardy of people to flee indoors. Snowflakes fell in swirling clouds. More snow was tossed and buffeted down the streets by the wind, almost slashing in horizontally at people. The city groaned under the onslaught, old and new structures groaning in protest from the wind and frost.

The bridge was a powerful and tall structure. Steel support cables creaked as they shifted slightly in the gusting breeze. It's long, dark expanse was empty and deserted, as were the rest of the frost slicked streets. The few lights near the top of the bridge winked and flashed in the darkness. Appearing as eyes desperately attempting to see their way through the storm, to safety.

The car was parked in a side street half a block away. Four figures stood around it in the billowing snow, discussing their fate. They had driven up as close to the river dividing Windsor and Detroit as they safely could. Now however they had to figure a way across. And there were a whole passel of packs guarding it.

The figures lurked around the bridge. Their booted feet crunching in the snow as they circled about. Others lurked nearby, sitting on trashcans and sharing cigarettes. The figures all wore long dark coats, or thick leather jackets. Their faces were pale, but it wasn't from the cold. The harsh wind and deep chill didn't seem to affect them as they went about their business. Their eyes gleamed with a feral and unnatural light. They were hunters, looking for prey.

This is the most ridiculous rescue attempt I have ever witnessed, muttered Eric as he stood by the car with his arms folded. The breeze blasting through his short hair and revealing some of the garish scars and stains that still marked his once smooth skin. And to be rescued by your kind, he nodded towards Belle who was sitting on the hood of the car, disgusting and degrading.

Maybe you'd like to go back and show us how to do it, snarled Belle and if we so offend you, feel free to turn yourself over to those friendly Sabbat around the corner. I'm sure they'd love to see you again.

Could I remind you we do have Sabbat around the corner, sighed Harris, from where he stood near the edge of the alley. Belle and Eric both fell silent, but each continued to give the other venomous stares. Doc shook his head at the pair as he calmly loaded his pistols. Harris meanwhile returned to watching the patrols near the river. Carefully easing his eye just around the corner so as to remain unnoticed. He silently counted off timings and attempted calculations. Trying to spot the best hole in the patterns of the guards. The biggest problem being, there wasn't really a pattern.

Why the prince would entrust my life to a gaggle of slack jawed anarchs I shall ever wonder.

Well I shall ever wonder why we bothered to save you. Belle hissed. I bet the Sabbat are throwing a party right now because we took you off their hands!

Perhaps if this was an actual rescue instead of an exercise in stupidity, started Eric, but he was suddenly silenced as Doc put one of his guns to Eric's temple.

Be quiet. Doc eyed the seneschal carefully as he held the gun utterly motionless against his head. Belle smirked, but then Doc turned his cold gaze to her. Both of you. They fell into an uncomfortable silence. Doc holstered his pistols and turned to glance at Harris. Harris looked back at him and shook his head. Doc frowned.

The snow fell around them, slashing about them and coating them in cold and frost. The flakes stung at Harris' eyes as he leaned back his head in annoyed defeat and stared at the sky. It was too random. Yet still damn effective and entrapping. There was no way out. The sky rumbled slightly, as though some god had found amusement in their plight. Harris' gray eyes narrowed in annoyancehe paused. His eyes widened as he stared upward. He slowly grinned. Snapping his fingers as he spun around to look at the others Harris almost seemed to be laughing.

I've got an idea!

Octavian stood near one of the bridges that connected Detroit with Windsor. His eyes watched the dark bridge as snow and wind roiled forth from behind him, catching at his brown coat and flapping it about his muscular frame. Some city official had closed the bridges down, shutting off traffic. This wasn't unheard of in a stormexcept for the fact that prince Steven had heard nothing about it, it had just happened. If Steven hadn't heard about it, it meant the Sabbat had to be involved somehow.

Octavian had contacted Nicolai. The Nosferatu had been most forthcoming about some information. He had spoken of hearing interesting reports of a small fire-fight and some fleeing figures. Some of them fit Belle's and Doc's descriptions. But more importantly, one of them fit Eric's. Octavian had quickly contacted Steven again, and marshaled quite a few watchers on this side of the river.

The problem of course being that they were on this side of the river. And Eric and the anarchs were over there. Octavian grimly noted that Belle hadn't contacted him upon locating Eric. While he was at it, Octavian wondered why she had even been in Windsor. Add to that the fact prince Steven was frothing at the mouth demanding Eric be brought forth unharmed, yet still not willing to commit more forces to the effort. Octavian was beginning to wish he had the power to push past the Sabbat defenders and into Windsor itself. Just solve the whole mess with some fire and blades. The best defense and all that

called Michael as he trotted up. His black coat hung open, in total disregard to the cold. A slip that Octavian noted could make the difference between preserving or destroying the Masquerade if uncareful. He would have chastised his childe, but at the moment more important matters loomed before him. I've gotten up all the scouts we could muster, but I'm afraid that news of theincidents are spreading through the city. Especially among the anarchs.

Octavian frowned, he didn't need any anarch help' for their beloved leaders now. This was a delicate situation that needed to be played carefully.

Leave that to me, you watch this bridge. Don't go over there, don't even go onto the bridge. We can't afford a direct confrontation with them.

But sire, began Michael, the dangerous young man always eager for a fight.

said Octavian darkly. The one word being more then enough to silence his childe. He felt for Michael's opinions, they mirrored Octavian's own, but Michael had to remember his sire's word was law. Octavian turned and started walking down the waterfront towards the next bridge. He'd have to recheck how ready it was. He walked by one of the observation posts and nodded at the two Brujah there. They nodded back as he passed.

said Sam as he leaned against the railing and turned to watch Windsor. Can you really believe that Belle went over there?

That's La Belle Dame Sans Moris, said Nelson with a sneer. Sam rolled his eyes. Her name is death man, she can whup the shit outta a couple Sabbat. I only wish we'd been there to go over with her.

She's got Doc, pointed out Sam. The deadly gunslinger had always given him the creeps. But it was widely accepted that there was hardly anyone more deadly amongst the anarch's ranks. At least so it was said to Doc's face. When he wasn't around a surprising number claimed they could take him.

Hell, I know that. I'm just saying as how I'd like to be there to kick some Black Hand ass with her, snapped Nelson as he took a puff of his cigarette.

Hey guys. They both turned in surprise at the voice. Stepping out of a nearby darkened alley came the unmistakable hunched form of Marv. He rested his hands comfortably in his coat's pockets as he strolled up to them. Hey Sam, how's the arm?

Fuck you man, that shit ain't funny no more!

What the hell are you doing here, asked Nelson with a frown. I thought you were busy getting piss faced drunk and sitting on your fat ass. Why the sudden interest in tracking us down?

Ah, that's just coincidence. I came down here cause of what I heard. Is it true that Harris went over inta Windsor?

Harris who?

Y'know, Suit, chimed in Sam. Always all dressed up in one. Sitting in the back all quiet like. The anarch banker, guy? Suit.

Oh yeah, Suit. Nelson turned to scowl back at Marv. He pulled out his cigarette and puffed a stream of smoke into Marv's face. Why the fuck do you care?

He's a friend, said Marv simply.

So I oughta help out. Besides, I owe him something Sam and Nelson looked at each other in surprise. Nelson then turned and laughed right in Marv's face.

That has to be the stupidest thing I ever heard! Just cause he's your friend, you, by yourself, are gonna do something about the Sabbat. Hah hah! If that ain't the stupidest plan around! Look around, the Camarilla ain't hopping in, and the anarchs sure ain't. Why the fuck would you want to?

he's my friend, said Marv, a confused look on his face.

Damn Marv, I got a lotta friends, said Sam with a shake of his head. Nelson laughed and laughed, his head shaking from side to side while he pointed at Marv. Marv's eyes narrowed.

I don't.

The cold tone of his words cut Nelson's laughter off, and almost gave him enough warning to leap back. Marv's hand snapped up to grab onto Nelson's arm. There was a popping noise as the arm was twisted and broke. Marv's head snapped forward into Nelson's face, smashing apart his nose, and creating splintering fractures in his skull. Sam cursed and reached under his hunting vest for his gun. Nelson flopped back in pain and slumped up against the railing as Marv pulled out a Desert Eagle and pointed it at Sam's head.

I wouldn't. Sam froze. Marv reached over and plucked the cigarette out of Nelson's mouth and put it in his. He then casually grabbed the anarch and flipped him over the railing of the walkway to fall into the freezing river below with a loud splash. He turned to eye Sam darkly.

Whoa now, easy big guy, stammered Sam as he stepped back. I don't need no trouble, I know what that gun can do, remember. You took it from me fair and square, no hard feelings right? SuitI mean Harris is your friend, that's cool. We're all cool, right? Right?

Get the fuck outta here. Sam nodded and rushed off. Marv shook his head and puffed on his cigarette. He looked down at the gun in his hand. So he had gotten it from Sam, that was good to know. Probably explained why Sam' was engraved on the handle instead of Marv'. He nodded to himself as he placed it back under his coat. He then looked out across the dark waters of the river towards Windsor. His pal was there, but what could Marv do? All he knew was he had to return what he owned to Harris. Marv shook his head. If only he knew exactly where Harris was.

If only there was a sign.

This is your idea, sighed Belle as she stood upon the snow covered rooftop. Harris nodded to her as he kneeled by the edge of the roof. The snow around them swirled in little eddies and swarms as the breeze roared over the raised edge of the building. "Le réalité et toi, vous ne vous entendez, n'est-ce pas?"

For once I agree with the churl, sneered Eric. Doc placed a cigarette in his mouth and shook his head as he looked at Harris' planned route. Harris muttered under his breath, suspecting Belle's comments had been less then complimentary. He found it strangely comforting that at least he couldn't understand the remarks.

Seems like it might work Doc finally allowed. Harris smiled as he stood up, exposing himself more fully to the wind. His tangled hair caught and danced in the breeze as his gray eyes inspected the powerline that ran into the side of the building just a few feet below him.

The thick cable then ran across the street to a large cement power pole that stood next to the river. Ringing the pole was a narrow platform, good for a bit of movement. Then only about twelve feet away from that was part of the bridge.

All we have to do is shimmy along this, said Harris pointing at the power line, reach the tower, and then leap from it onto the support cables for the bridge. Harris motioned at their path again, hoping to instill confidence in the others. Then we're as good as free! The others failed to share his enthusiasm. he snapped, none of the Sabbat are looking up, as long as we stay quiet andwell, does anyone have a better plan?

Belle smiled as she walked up to the line. Screw it, you only live twice.

She reached down to grip the wire and swung out onto it. She quickly hooked her feet as well and began to slowly work her way across. Her long hair blew gently in the cold air as she slowly slipped along the damp and slippery cord. The cable swung slightly in the breeze, the motion more pronounced due to Belle's weight. She moved slowly, seeming to take forever to gain even a little bit of progress.

Harris watched tensely as he looked down to the ground far below. He wasn't worried about the damage she might take if she fell. It was all the men lurking down on the ground. He eyed the Sabbat guards, all of them concealing a few weapons under their coats and jackets. If they were spotted this could get real messy, real quick. After a few more tense moments Belle was waving proudly from the tower.

Your turn lord, said Harris as he motioned to Eric.

Forget it, this is insane and I will he stopped as Doc's gun was pressed to his head.

Soon Eric too was on the tower. Harris motioned to Doc, who easily swung out and started his trip across the wire. The anarch moving with a speed and unnatural grace that almost made the trip seem simple. When he made it Harris stepped over the edge of the roof and swung out onto the cable.

The cold sealent seemed to burn at him, cutting through his hands and leaving them sore. He hooked his legs together over the cable and started to efficiently pull himself towards the tower. The snow billowed around him as, far below, the Sabbat packs circled and kept a watchful eye out for any intruders.

As Harris climbed he watched Belle make a graceful leap out onto the bridge. She thumped against it with a noise that seemed deafening to him, but which thankfully none of the Sabbat noticed. Doc then grabbed Eric and simply hurled him across the gap into Belle's waiting arms.

As he reached the halfway point Harris suddenly paused, and sniffed the air. There was a scent of wild abandon, of danger, and of death floating along the air now. He felt his heart lurch in his chest. He knew that smell. He glanced back to the roof behind him and saw two figures climbing off the fire escape onto it. One a large and dark form in a black chauffeur's uniform. The other a alabaster goddess with sapphires for eyes. Roulda, and Blue. She smiled her to die for smile as she tapped her gleaming sword on the palm of her hand.

Welcome to my web, said the spider to the fly. Her eyes seemed to spark as blue fires gleamed out of them. Her breath was sultry and mysterious. She was here for him, she wanted his blood. And what Blue wanted

Harris cursed and began to pull himself along faster, a cold sweat breaking out across his body. Blue, damn! Doc had already leaped to the bridge and he and Belle were now just noticing the danger. They clung there to the bridge with Eric, fear for him in their eyes. Not that Harris doubted for a minute Blue would stop once she had destroyed him. But if he could just get to the other side first, cut the cable.

Harris felt the wire shift and glanced back. Blue was walking out onto it as though it were a tightrope, her dainty and elegant bare feet stepping surely on the slippery cable. Her smile flashed at him, all gleaming pearls and promised horror. Under her breath she hummed a tune. Holst's Pluto, the Harbinger of Death. Doc raised his pistols, and then glanced at the packs below, uncertain whether the noise of his guns would be worth it.

Harris pulled faster still, behind him he felt the shifting as Blue closed in quickly. His hands were shaking as he sped across the wire and reached out to pull himself onto the small metal platform that ringed the top of the electric pole. He heard the rustle of a coat on the wind, and felt the cable shift even as he pulled himself onto the platform. He quickly spun around to the other side of the pole as Blue leapt off the wire and to the pillar. Her blade swished through the air his head had just vacated.

Harris sprang to his feet. She was here, they were all dead. But no, maybe it wasn't over just yet. The others were close, very close to safety. Perhaps all they needed was for her to be delayed, even if only shortly. A gleaming spur of bone slid from his wrist. His eyes narrowed as he lunged for her. But she batted aside his attack casually, he stumbled back as he ducked away from a stunningly fast return riposte.

Where oh where has my little Harris gone, said Blue, half singing, as she circled the platform. Harris circled as well, keeping the thick cement pole between Blue and himself. Occasionally she would slash and he would duck away again. I remember when you'd have ripped someone's head off for playing this sort of game, she said with a slight laugh.

I'm a different man then I once was.

Her blade slashed out, Harris took a quick step back and almost fell off the edge. He twisted and quickly moved to avoid the fall and a second slash. She circled close after him as he backpedaled away. She suddenly snapped her hand up, her sword whirring through the air in a sudden blur. He hissed as she managed to slice his upper arm with a shallow cut. He swung his arm out in a wide series of swings, fighting for space.

Her laughter was a musical song as she turned away and grabbed onto the post. Leaping into the air she swung around the pole, her blue coat flapping around her as she sailed towards him. He spun in desperation, his bone blade snapping out in a wild thrust. But she seemed to glide underneath it, her free hand knocking his weapon out wide as her blade hissed up and slashed along his cheek. Before he could even feel the pain of the cut she had slipped back, her eyes flaring with cerulean flames.

It had been a mocking cut, she could have slain him. But no, Blue liked to play with her food.

I think I liked the old you better, she offered with a smile as she shifted her sword slightly and offered the smallest of openings to her thigh and abdomen. An obvious ploy and trap.

He was a callous killer, gasped Harris as he slashed at her face, forcing her back a half step.

Blue suddenly twirled back the way she had come. She spun directly in front of Harris as he twisted to face her. She thrust her blade at his throat. He lashed up with his bone spur and barely deflected the lunge. She pressed in and they ended up with locked weapons face to face. Harris snarled and pressed into her, her scent mingling with the aroma of his own blood. He looked up at her and paused.

Blue's eyes had grown sad as she looked deep into his. He felt the pressure on his blade lessen slightly. Harris tensed, expecting some clever trick that would maim him and leave him helpless for her to consume. Her fixation with diablerie being the primary cause that had lead Anne to expel her from Hand operations. But, this didn't quite feel like a trick.

I could have had you just now, she said softly, her eyes looking confused. I didn't want to.

Harris looked at her, he could feel the odd tone in her voice. She wasn't toying with him anymore, she was genuinely torn over something. Her eyes had gone liquid soft, gentle. No longer were they fire. They were deep pools of water. Crystal clear and magical, able to drown a man within them. What do you

I loved you once, did you know that.

Her eyes glistened as she looked at him. That was not her question. This was not her way. Harris' eyes looked into hers and saw that she was treading unknown territory for herself, as well as him. Her eyes of pure blue water reflected his own image back to him. He had seen her on the dock when she had almost destroyed Falco for suggesting such things. Had known her on the beach, known her as a wild temptress. But he had always feared her, or hated her, or opposed her, or respected her. He had never considered this.

Even as he spoke the word he knew the truth of it in his heart. He realized he had always known.

did you?

Harris breathed deeply, his breath misting around them. Oh yes.

Her eyes grew cold again, the water hardening to ice. She shoved into him, Harris stumbled and grabbed onto the pole with one hand. He spun around it tightly and came around to slash sharply at her back. But she was better then he, she pirouetted and used her blade to lock his spur against the unyielding cement post. He tugged at it, he was trapped.

Why'd you have to come back into my life like this, she asked softly, again pausing the fight when she might have had him. You make meyou cause confusion.

I was thinking the same thing. He twisted his arm, shoving her blade out wide as he thrust for her face. But she danced back and spun away around the post again, her eyes glinting with the joy of the hunt, the thrill of it all. She chuckled.

This, he knew, was the true her. True Blue. This danger, this passion. She had always been like this, Harris thought to himself as they circled the post. She was like fire, ever changing, ever deadly. He had been drawn to her, burnt by the flames yet worshipping their warmth at the same time. He had been burned, and loved her for it. And had she loved him for so enjoying her heat? Her eyes flashed in the darkness, pits of blazing blue.

You always enjoyed this didn't you, he asked as he circled after her. You and I Blue. You were the fire that burned away my sense and made me capable of acting like you. But you were meant to be the fire, you were meant to be what you are. II was only playing at it.

No! You were not playing! Her sword slashed up, catching his blade and pulling it over his head. She stepped in fast and hard, her knee rising in a fast jab as she smashed it into his soler plexus. He grunted in surprised pain and stumbled back. You and me, Harris! You weren't like Falco, and Anne, and the others. You understood!

That was a different me, he growled as he steadied himself and glanced up at her flaming gaze. She twisted around and backhanded him. He quickly raised his own hand, barely blocking as he swung down and slashed at her again. But she was too fast, she moved away before he could touch her. The fire made me mad! I could never be like you are.

Blue smiled at him, she spun around sharply and came up in front of him, her sword out wide, leaving herself open, vulnerable. It seemed unthinkable that she could make such a mistake. Harris drew back for the strike, but paused. He looked into her flashing eyes. She had meant the openness, she had done it on purpose. Daring him to strike and slay her. And he hadn't, she smiled.

If a game it must be, then it is a game worth every instant, she said calmly. Then her eyes burned as she looked at him, he could almost feel the heat wash off her, pushing back the icy wind and the snow. Forgotten was the mission. Forgotten were the others. Forgotten was all, but her eyes of gleaming blue. There's still time, if you still want to play the game with me. Her voice was an eager whisper, a promise of passions undreamed. He knew she wanted this too, wanted to see her flame reflected back to her in his worshipful eyes. She walked towards him, her heat and her body so near. Come to me, Harris. Tonight! We can ignite the fire again.

Harris could feel the purr of the beast within. It called to him seductively, he looked into her crystalline eyes and saw wonders and pleasures promised there. He could feel the urgings of the old him, for a return to the wild nights where blood flowed like water and anything was possible. Her eyes flashed, he would forget all his old pains. His soul would suffer no longer, she would burn him clean and remake him once more. He would be free, the pain would be gone. The memories would be blackened and destroyed!

It would all be so easy

But then he slowed. A soft and simple tune flowing through his thoughts. He recalled the pure and perfect voice of an innocent singer, and of a promise he had made himself. The fire seemed to fade from around him. The biting chill of the night once more filled him.

I'm not that man anymore. His heart nearly ripped from his chest at the words. Paradise slipped away from him. The light faded from her eyes, they went killer cold. She snarled in his face.

Then you're nothing to me anymore either!

She lashed out and kicked him in the shin, as he jerked in surprise she smashed her forehead into the bridge of his nose. Harris staggered back as her blade ripped through his belly, she twirled and cut downward into his shoulder.

Harris collapsed to his knees as he heard Belle call out in fear. Roulda laughed and began firing his gun at her. Doc snarled and returned fire, his bullets slapping into the massive beast and seeming to do no permanent damage.

Harris looked up through the billowing snow at the angel of death wrapped in a shroud of blue who stood over him. Her eyes glinted in the snowy air like twin pieces of the coldest of ice. Harris coughed up a stream of gleaming red blood. It arced through the snowy white air and fell to the street below. The Sabbat packs were starting to fire wildly up at Doc, Belle and Eric. It was over. Harris glanced back at Blue.

Her eyes bored into his as she leaned down and grabbed his shirt collar.

He awaited his death.

She pulled him against her, her lips were like fire as they met his. Soft and as smooth as liquid, yet demanding and insistent. Her soft tongue lapped at the blood caking his face as she pressed against him. Her kiss, a savage thing. Savage and endlessly angry, an explosion that blasted away all the dull gray years between the now and that one fiery night when she had been his alone.

She'd always be his. Always and never. Never. The beast roared and Harris felt his frame shake. Warrior. Killer. Woman. Lover. Blue. Inside him the cage was torn to shreds and the monster flowed through him.

He clutched her to him as he attempted to claim all of her through this single kiss. They battled, accepted, and warred again. Each seeking to claim from the other and seeking to give as well. The fire, she was the fire, and she would consume him.

Always and never.

Harris knew that she had and would always be the woman of his dreams and fantasies. His goddess. His Bluehis True Blue. Never

Blue suddenly broke the kiss and pushed him back.

Damn you Harris.

I know.

This is it, whatever was between us is now dead.

I know.

If you ever cross me again, one of us will...

I know.

Blue twirled her sword up behind her back as she stepped away from him. Harris watched her golden blonde hair whip around her face as a flurry of snow billowed around her. She smiled slowly at him, Harris felt a sense of loss that was deeper then even he could have imagined. Her gleaming blue eyes flashed as she tipped back over the edge of the platform. Her arms flew out wide, her blue cloak fluttered around her as her hair swirled.

Harris leaned forward in shock, blood and the scent of her clinging to him. He reached out, as though he might entrap her again, but she was gone, she was his past, his wild nights, and he had pushed her away. The cold wind buffeted against his face like a lover's final slap. He watched the ivory face wrapped in a field of blue and surrounded by a blaze of whiteness. Her azure eyes gleamed as she fell like an angel to earth. The beast bellowed within Harris as a gleaming tear of blood trickled down his cheek.

He stood up and looked skyward. He howled. The monster wailed for its loss, and then once more faded as he became Harris once more.

Gunfire split the night air as he turned and leapt through the gusting clouds of snow for the bridge. Doc's hand reached out to grab him as he slammed into the side of the cable.

C'mon, we best get moving. Without even a grunt of effort Doc hauled him up on top of the treacherous perch. Bullets whizzed around them as the scampered along the slippery ice coating the cable. Harris tried to reorder his mind, the monster was loose in his head and he couldn't think straight.

A bullet clipped his shoulder, only Doc's steadying hand saved him from the fall. They continued slowly forward, below the Sabbat laughed at their sport. Belle was hit by a bullet and was suddenly cast off the edge. When Doc reached out for her he too fell. Harris cursed, Eric twisted about in fear. He began to slip, Harris grabbed on to Eric's pant leg and gripped tight to prevent the seneschal from falling. He glanced over the edge at the crumpled forms of Doc and Belle far below. This was it, the Sabbat were closing in.

They were out of options.