Thank you for your reviews. And to Lenore Raven, bi--- stands for bitch and Danielle is straight. As for our lovers, we'll just have to wait and see....

Danielle's POV- I awoke round 3am. Daven was asleep, his lovely face kissing close to mine. I looked down at us-and realized I was only wearing my undergarments, and him his pants. I jerked out of his arms, blushing. As I am not tired anymore, I put on the clothes Daven got for me. They're lovely yet comfortable. How could we sleep together as if we were already married? At least he didn't take advantage of me. Daven is no angel-but he has his limits. My cell phone rings-I make a grab for it before Daven can rouse. "Hello?" My heart stops at the next sentence. "Hello, Danielle. This is Lilith." "Where is Mrs. Ediths?!!" I hiss. "She's with us- "US?" "Don't interrupt! Anyway...she's with us in the abandoned warehouse at Avenue 16. Bring Daven with you by 4am." With that, she put down the phone. I felt cold hands of fear grabbing my heart and my neck separately. She knew Daven was back, she had company-and Edwina was in danger. I nearly hated myself for leaving her alone last night. By now, Daven was awake. "Who was that?" When I mentioned Lilith's name, he got up. I told him everything. His face fell the moment I mentioned Mrs. Ediths. "We have to save her- He shook his head. "Help the living-you bleed. The same applies for the dove." My eyes filled with rage. "Fine, I'll go help her myself. I would rather die, knowing I tried to do something than live-like a coward." He stood there as I stormed off. Do or die, I would save her.

Daven's POV: I stood there, staring like an idiot. Am I a man who just stares while the most amazing woman in my life-looking ever so good in that outfit-, along with Pearl, walk away-into danger? I snap out of it, grab my clothes and leave the room. I lost her once, I nearly lost her a second time back at the alley yesterday and I will NOT lose her a third time. For all I know, my luck may just run out-right about now.

Third Person Narration: A Ducati 941 appeared beside Danielle, Daven on it, his face painted like a mime from Hell. He had gotten the paint off a drunk side walk artist. "You're not going to get there in time by foot." "Help the living-and you bleed." "Then I bleed." She got on and they zoomed towards the abandoned warehouse.