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"Home sweet home" a voice rang out

"Again" another voice added with a hint of amusement

Jezebel turned her head slightly as Eternal and Reckless's voices got nearer until they entered the room. Eternal smiled, giving a little wave before sitting down heavily on the couch, careful to remove Jezebel's coat which she bundled up onto one of the couch arms. Reckless nodded his head slightly as though to a silent beat that no one could hear except him, his hands staying deep in his pockets. Jezebel drank from her cup again, the steam drifting around her face. She put the cup down with a clack onto the table and turned back to the others.

"How was the journey?" she asked quietly

"Refreshing" Reckless replied, raising his eyebrow "and long"

"Ah, quit bitching about it, it was fine, kinda fun to walk at night" said Eternal

She unbuttoned her coat as she spoke, the buttons didn't go straight down the middle of the coat, the curved off to the left, the line waving slightly. It was unusual. She pulled it off, dumping it to one side and stretched her long limbs out. Jezebel allowed silence to perpetrate the room, not uncomfortable silence, it never was with the three of them, it just existed between them. She drew her legs up onto the chair and crossed them, her elbows resting on her knees. Slowly, she pushed the black shades that covered her eyes up onto her head. Her eyes seemed to be burning from within, getting brighter and brighter. Her scars seemed worse now, there seemed to be more of them reddening before their eyes. But they weren't affected by it, they had seen this before, they'd seen much worse before as well.

"It's all arranged" she said, her chin resting on her clasped hands "everything has been taken care of"

"So we're on?" asked Reckless

"We're on, what happened to the house?"

"Collapsed, just black smoke in the sky" replied Stacy, raising a hand into the air for emphasis

"But no doubt they escaped" Jezebel mused, almost to herself "and now we have one more join the circle, this Lightning, how could we miss her?"

"She didn't know about it" offered Eternal "but she sure picks it up quick"

"I wonder what colours she wears? well we shall see, tonight we achieved something, all the hard work paid off, so lets settle for the weekend, I believe they will have enough to worry about with poor Matt missing again" Jezebel curled her lips into a twisted smile

"He is hard to keep hold of isn't he?" said Reckless rubbing his chin mock- thoughtfully

"Mortals usually are" said Eternal "I should know, a sniff of something unusual and boom! They're off telling other people or running away screaming, it's pathetic"

"Mortals always will be that way, they're afraid of what we possess" said Jezebel "they always will be, they want what is ours but are repulsed by it, a strange paradox"

There was a thoughtful stillness. It was broken when Eternal got to her feet, wincing a little

"I need a shower" she announced "up the stairs first left right?"

"Right" confirmed Jezebel

"I'll get a drink" said Rob softly, walking out of the room

Jezebel smiled to herself, closing her eyes as she took in the delicious coldness of the chair. Tonight was a night for rejuvenation and rest and she intended to use it for all it's worth and enjoy it.

*

The truck was full of uncomfortable silence. Sara kept her eyes on the road, her hands gripping the wheel tightly, trying not to catch sight of Mark on the backseat, trying to keep her mind focused on the journey ahead and nothing else. Jeff shifted around in his seat, trying to find a comfortable way to sit without his hip feeling too painful. There didn't seem to be a way. He sighed, pulled a squashed bar of chocolate from his pocket and broke a square off, in some situations, chocolate was the only cure. Trish sat shivering beside him, trying to stop her teeth from chattering. He handed her a square of chocolate, Trish smiled sleepily and accepted it, putting it into her mouth with shaking hands. Jeff grimaced; pain appeared to have taken up residence all over his body and didn't show any signs of leaving soon. A weight fell against his shoulder, he peered down and tried not laugh; Trish was leaning against him, her eyes closed. He slipped an arm around her, drawing her closer; she smiled without opening her eyes, wrapping an arm around his middle to get comfortable. Jeff shrugged, sleep seemed to be a good cure too. He adjusted his bandanna then closed his eyes, his head dropping down to lean on Trish's. He felt perfectly comfortable and warm now.

Amy, sat beside Sara at the front, stared out of the windscreen, her eyes seeing nothing, her tears still frozen against her cheek, she hadn't bothered to wipe them away. She is empty again, Matt has been taken from her. She lowered her eyes slightly, aware of a throbbing pain in her neck, it had not been what the doctor ordered. Sara looked at her out of the corner of her eyes

"How you holding up?" she asked quietly, having seen Trish and Jeff fall asleep in the mirror

"As best I can" replied Amy, trying a small smile "can't understand why she's punishing me"

"It's not you she's punishing, it's Mark" answered Sara, jerking her head back to indicate her unconscious husband.

"Then why take Matt? Why attack me? Why set her weirdo friends on us?" demanded Amy, her voice becoming aggressively louder

"Shhhh" quietened Sara "look, she came here for Mark, not you, not me, not any of the rest of us, it happens that she looks like you and so you're involved, she obviously thought that she could get some sort of sick pleasure from playing with us like toys"

"It all stems back from when Matt found her in the corridor and thought she was me and kissed her" said Amy, her voice cracking

"It's not his fault either, when she covers her eyes, you two are spitting images, we're all involved whether we like it or not; she attacked Trish because she annoyed her, attacked you, kidnapped Matt which hurt Jeff and she's been targeting my husband, all in all, we're all connected to it and we're going to see the end of it too" Sara finished, turning the steering wheel carefully

Amy looked at her in confused wonder. Sara's mouth was set in a hard line but her eyes shone. A line of blood glistened on her left forearm and she had quite a collection of bruises on her visible flesh. It wasn't just her physical appearance that had changed though

"How do you stay so calm over all this?" Amy asked "I feel so drained and empty inside but you, you're acting like it happens everyday, like it doesn't matter that Mark was so badly hurt tonight"

"Like I don't care?" added Sara casually "Oh I care all right, I care about this more than anything else right now, thanks to her, I've found my powers and she didn't know I had them, I feel peaceful like I knew it was going to happen, like I've been waiting for it to happen and now it has, well I was ready somehow for this, when Mark's recovered, we'll work hard to see what we've got"

Almost as if he'd heard his name, Mark groaned suddenly. He squeezed his eyes shut, frowning at the pale light that poured in through the windows. He tried to sit up but a searing pain shot through his arm, his legs felt like lead. He fell back against the seat, feeling trapped and confined.

"How the hell did I get into the truck?" he called

"Because we carried you here" answered Sara cheerfully, her delight at her husband's awakening evident on her face

"Last thing I remember is you blasting that damned light around everywhere, taking off against Jezebel and leaning against the wall, Matt holding me up, then leaving" commented Mark, a hand across his face "Oh man, have I got a hell of a headache"

"Hardly surprising" deadpanned Amy, smiling a little at his discomfort

Mark hauled himself up to a sitting position, rubbing his forehead with his hand. Sara's smile was infectious, Amy tried not to laugh at her companion's happiness. Mark slowly looked around the truck, frowning as he tried to remember.

"So what the hell happened?" he asked impatiently, sitting back in his seat

"Jezebel disappeared but then Amy, Jeff and Trish all appeared in the room, Matt didn't come back so we went outside and he was gone" said Sara, trying not to detail it too much for Amy's sake

"Jezebel" Mark said suddenly "it was her, wasn't it? I swear I'll...."

The pain in his arm as he moved about stopped him from finishing his sentence. The strip of T-shirt was now soaked with dried blood, sticking to his skin in the worst possible way. It wasn't comfortable. He glared at it, putting a hand over it to feel how tender it was. It hurt badly. He looked around the truck to distract himself and caught sight of Jeff and Trish together.

"What happened to the sleeping lovebirds?" he asked with a ghost of a smile

"Such a romantic" said Sara rolling her eyes "nothing's happened so leave them alone!"

"Sorry I asked" replied Mark, settling back down into his seat

Amy was silent, her mind on Matt. Why would Jezebel take him again? To let them know that they weren't safe probably, to show them that she held the power. Well she wasn't going to break them. Amy was inwardly sure of that. The truck returned to comfortable quietness, the tiredness they all felt seeping in and taking over. Amy kept her eyes trained on the windscreen, her eyes always searching. What was that? That figure moving at the side of the road there. She strained to make it out in the darkness

"Stop the truck!" she suddenly yelled

With a screech of tyres, Sara brought it to a stop. Mark nearly fell off his seat, banging his head on the seat in front.

"Jesus Sara! Give me warning when you're going to do something like that!" he exclaimed, crawling back onto his seat.

Jeff opened his eyes, shaken awake by the sudden movement. Trish stirred in his arms and opened her eyes as well. They looked at each other, both a little embarrassed but quickly turned their attention to the loud conversation in the front.

"What possessed you to yell like that Amy?" asked Sara

"Someone's on the side of the road" whispered Amy "it might be him"

"And it might not" added Mark irritably

"I'm going to check"

Before anyone could stop her, Amy pulled off her seatbelt, threw open the door and lightly jumped out. She could hear their yelled tired protests behind her but she tuned them out. She just knew, she couldn't explain it but she did, she knew that it was Matt. With shaking breaths she approached the figure lying on the ground. She gently touched a shoulder and rolled them onto their stomach. It was Matt

"Matt! Honey wake up!" she pleaded, getting down on her knees "c'mon, please wake up, oh man does this sound pathetic and stupid" she sighed "get up! I don't wanna be stuck out here all night just because you wanted to take a roadside nap"

With a groan, Matt opened his eyes, looking up at where the voice came from. It was the girl, wasn't it? She looked just like her dressed all in red and black, except that her hair was tied back. She looked so upset and concerned. He tried to sit up but pain exploded in his head, he gasped, falling back. Amy quickly look hold of his arm and helped him up slowly.

"There, that better?" she asked eagerly

"Yeah I think so" he looked at her frowning "I'm sorry but were you the girl who gave me a motorbike ride because she looked just like you"

"Matt, quit fooling around!" Amy laughed

But her laugh faded when she saw the confusion in his dark eyes. She took a deep breath, already feeling the desperate tears form in her eyes.

"You don't know me?"

"Sure I do I just can't remember your name, Um...we're in love right? Been together a while"

"Right"

"So why can't I remember who you are?"

"You probably hit your head pretty hard when she got rid of you"

"Got rid of me? She kissed me!"

Amy drew in her breath sharply, trying to control her shaking fists. Matt was smiling a little, he was smiling at the memory she realised furiously. She hauled him to his feet, ignoring his pained protests. She linked arms with him to help him walk but kept a brisk pace, not giving him time to elaborate on what happened. She didn't want to know.

As she neared the truck, she could clearly see Mark leaning over the front seat to talk to Sara who was smiling radiantly, as though lit from within and Jeff and Trish were talking quietly together. She felt left out, she felt betrayed and she felt furious. Someone was going to pay and that someone was Jezebel.

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