Chapter: Five
Summary: Will the events in one man's life send him over the edge?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This is for entertainment purposes only and no money is being made off of this.
Chapter Five
All Faith felt was confusion. Obviously what was happening was bad, since Swersky couldn't even tell her about it. She sat down at a desk and ran her hands over her hair, closing her eyes and taking in deep breaths. She knew she had to keep it together. If she went ballistic then that wouldn't help her best friend, or even her sanity for that matter.
She then remembered what the last thing Bosco told her was. He wanted her to call his mother, but she had no clue on how to tell her what was going on. She had already been through so much in the past two weeks and now Faith was in the position to tell her that her now ONLY son was being taken away for something. She hated going in and telling Rose without all the information, but she'd do it for Bosco.
Luckily Faith didn't have to break the news to Rose in the hospital. She had been released that morning, back to the comforts of her own home. That would factor in a little with how the news would hit her.
She rubbed her eyes and yawned as she picked up the phone, slowly dialing the seven numbers that would reach Rose Boscorelli. The phone rang three times, and Rose answered in a light, soft voice.
"Hello?"
Faith positioned the phone between her ear and her shoulder, her heart sinking at how Rose sounded on the phone. "Rose, this is Faith Yokas. How are you doing? I'm glad to see you get released from the hospital, finally." She rolled her eyes at what she said. What kind of question was that? She knew EXACTLY how Rose was doing.
"I'm doing okay. How are you?" Rose's eyes teared up, but it seemed like they did every time she would talk to someone, regardless of the conversation.
Faith didn't answer, but decided to go right in for the kill and break the news to her. Anymore of this small talk would just make things seem a bit more awkward than what they already were, and Faith didn't like that. She ran her hands over the desk calendar in front of her on the desk, and swallowed hard. It was now or never.
"Rose.." She then paused, wondering if this was something to tell her over the phone or if she should go to her house. "Rose, is it okay if I come to your house? I really need to talk to you and it should probably be in person." To Faith that seemed like someone saying, 'I know something important, but I can't tell you.' It just seemed annoying but it was only fair to Rose to have the respect of someone to tell her in person.
She could hear Rose's voice crack as she spoke again. "Is this something bad?"
Faith's stomach sank. "Rose, I'll be there in a few." She then hung up the phone, feeling dirty from the call. It didn't go as she had planned. She felt like she had only screwed it up. She peeked her head in Swersky's office. "Lieu, I'm going to go break the news to Rose. Since I don't have all the information I'll just bring her in and have you tell her WHY this is happening."
He nodded, not even look up from paperwork.
Bosco's knees nearly gave out when they placed him in an interrogation room. Detectives stood over him the very same way he had stood over worthless scum he had picked up off of the streets for crimes that made him sick. This was different though. He was a fellow cop, and all they did was throw him around like dirt out of a dustpan. They even had his left hand handcuffed to the table, in fear that he might lose his temper and go crazy, which at the moment was more than likely possible for Bosco. Too much had happened, and his mind could only take in so much more.
A young, Hispanic female detective walked in. She was quite attractive, her hair up in a high bun, her skin bronzed from the sunlight. Her white dress shirt fit tightly on her curves, and her gray skirt accented her skin even more. She had a cocky aura about herself, but what detective didn't? She had a clipboard full of papers on it, and a pencil behind her right ear. An older male detective followed behind her. He looked pretty fit for his age; though Bosco could tell her wouldn't be fun to deal with.
The female detective spoke first. "I'm Detective Diaz. This is my partner, Detective Fillmore." She looked over her papers and then back at Bosco. "I see you work at the 55th precinct."
Bosco nodded but didn't say anything.
She folded her arms over her chest, giving a small smirk, one that looked all too familiar for Bosco. "Then you know my cousin."
Bosco just stared up at her, showing no emotion. He didn't want to look confused or even interested; he just wanted to be back at work with none of this happening. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
She looked at Fillmore. "I guess he doesn't see a resemblance. I'm Sergeant Cruz's cousin."
Bosco's eyes widened. "Great, this is going to be fun." He finally muttered some words, only because it slipped out of his mouth, not because he wanted to.
She got in his face, her smirk turning into a serious expression. "Say anything else like that and I'll have Fillmore here rough up your face a little. Or better yet, I'll tell everyone here in the jail that you are a cop. They'd have a field day with a good looking guy like you."
Bosco cocked his head to one side, trying to back away from her. "Is that a threat?" As of right now he didn't care that he was in this big of trouble. His mouth shot off every time it had a chance, and he felt good and fine with that.
Fillmore then approached him, backhanding him on the opposite cheek of where Bosco got injured at Mikey's wake, giving him a matching wound on the other side. Bosco tried to do something but his left hand was cuffed to the table, restricting any movement for him. He gritted his teeth.
"That's manly of you Fillmore, hitting me while I'm in cuffs."
Diaz stood in between them, putting her hand up at Fillmore. "Enough of that. We need to get to the bottom of this murder." She turned back to Bosco, sitting across from him, moving crime scene photos around to somehow taunt Bosco, to see if he'd break. "Why did you kill Jake Wayzynski?" She glanced at him from the photos, trying to play it cool.
Bosco took in a deep breath, looking around the room. "I didn't." He wasn't sure if asking for a lawyer would make him look guilty, but he was in definite need of one regardless of how it made him look. "I'm not answering anything else without a lawyer." He felt his cheek throb with pain as he looked at Fillmore, wishing that he could just lay into him. That's all he wanted at the moment.
Fillmore paced behind Diaz, giving out a laugh. "Oh yeah, now he wants to lawyer up, as if THAT doesn't make him look guilty."
Diaz nodded. "You want a lawyer? You need us to appoint one or do you have one?"
He sat back in his chair. "I can find that out. I still haven't gotten a phone call."
Faith pulled up to Rose's driveway, staring up the walkway. "Here we go," she spoke to herself as she opened up the squad door and stood outside, feeling the cool air hit her. She heard her cell phone ringing, and quickly opened the face. "Hello?"
"Faith."
It was Bosco, and she smiled at the sound of his voice. "Bosco, what's going on?" She sat back down in the car, but left the door open. "Can you at least tell me something?"
He ran his hands over his grown out hair and then touched his recent cut on his face from the asshole detective. "Faith, have you talked to my mother yet?"
"No, I'm sitting in front of her house though. What's up?" She began to grow frustrated, wishing he would at least tell her something. "If I don't get SOME information Bosco, I'm gonna go crazy. I can't help you unless you fill me in."
He looked around the holding area where cops and guards surrounded him. "Wow, I didn't even know she was out of the hospital." He smiled at that, glad she was home again. "Faith, they are saying I murdered Wayzynski. I need you to talk to my mother, tell her all of this, and find me a lawyer. I don't want an appointed one. They don't do their jobs worth shit."
Faith ran her hands over the steering wheel. "Okay. I think I have an idea of who we could use for your defense attorney. He's a bit quirky, but he's good. Don't answer anything until me and your mother get there. I'm going to take her since she can visit you."
"Okay. Hurry Faith." He then hung up the phone, still leaving her with tons of questions that he couldn't answer at the time. She got out of the car again, wondering why on earth they'd even think he did it. He never even had a chance, he was either tending to his mother and the funeral, or working his ass off, trying to avenge Mikey's killer so he could rest in peace.
She turned and walked up the steps, knocking on Rose's door. She immediately answered, inviting her in and handing her a glass of tea.
"Faith, don't sugar coat whatever is going on. I don't think I can take anymore of that." She sat down, her hands shaking from being nervous.
Faith sat down beside her, grabbing her hand. "Rose, they are saying Bosco murdered someone." She licked her lips, pausing to let that bit of information sink in. "They are holding him at the city jail right now. They are waiting to interrogate him but we need to get him a lawyer first."
Rose stood up, standing at the window. "Who are they saying he murdered?" A few tears ran down her cheeks, but she kept a blank expression on her face.
"A guy by the name of Jake Wayzynski. The guy that drove through Mikey's wake."
Rose finally erupted into full crying. "I lost one son in the past month, and now they want to take away the only joy I have left in my life." She sat down in the wooden chair beside the window, looking down at the floor. "Why does God do this to me? Maurice is the ONLY thing I have left."
Faith wasn't sure what to do so she approached Rose, embracing her in a tight hug. She could feel Rose's warm tears sting her skin through her uniform, and the sound of Rose's cries made her cry also.
"It's going to be okay Rose." It had begun to rain outside again. Bosco was right; when it rained it did mean a bad day for someone.
Rose looked up, her eyes read and swollen. "Faith, do you think he did it? I know I shouldn't think that, but sometimes Maurice gets so angry."
"No, I don't think he did it. Bosco might get angry, but I don't think right now at this time, he was capable of it." She really wasn't sure though, but she knew she had to believe Bosco, or this whole case would go down the drain.
Faith and Rose arrived at the jail about an hour later, where both Faith and Rose went in to see him. Somehow Faith had talked someone in to letting her do this. Rose went in first, though she wasn't sure she'd be able to handle seeing him in such a situation. Faith followed, noticing his recent bruised cheek that was scratched. They sat down across from him at the round table. He was still in his street clothes, but he looked awful. There were black bags under his eyes, his hair hadn't been fixed, and he looked as if he'd been crying. Tears flowed out of his eyes at the sight of his mother crying, and all he wanted to do was hug her.
Rose walked to him, pulling him tightly. "Maurice, I'm sorry this is happening. No one wants to leave us alone."
He leaned into her. "Did you guys get me a lawyer?"
Rose pulled away and sat down beside Faith. Faith nodded. "Yes. His name is James Melcher, and he's a family friend. Like I said, he's weird but he'll do the job. He'll be here at around 7:00, so I can go tell your detective buddies that's when they can begin."
Bosco nodded, biting his bottom lip. "Thanks Faith. Everyone else can't even look at me. Not even Davis or Sully. It's times like these when you realize who your true friends are."
"Don't worry about that right now, Boz. That doesn't matter."
Rose couldn't take this all in. She was used to seeing Mikey sitting across from her, on the wrong side of the law, but not her oldest. He was the levelheaded one that backed out of situations like that. She couldn't tell if this was a dream or a reality, but whatever it was, she just wanted to wake up from it, where everything was normal and Mikey was still alive. "Maurice, I have to get out of here. I can't be here right now." She began to cry again as she stood up.
"It's okay Ma. Go do what you need to do. You know where to find me; I'm not going anywhere."
She left the room, leaving Faith and Bosco alone. "Do you want me to be here when they interrogate you?"
Bosco shook his head no. "I doubt they'll even let you. They've already tried earlier. I met the two working the case."
"It's not Jelly?"
"No, I guess they figured it was a conflict of interest or something."
She looked down at her hands on top of the table. "So, how are the detectives? Who are they?"
He gave out a sarcastic laugh. "You'll never guess. One is Detective Diaz. She's Cruz's cousin. I'm not sure how to take her yet. The other is Detective Fillmore. He's a dirty Harry type of guy, thinks he's tough shit."
She pointed at his cheek. "Is he the one that gave you that scrape to go along with your other one?"
Bosco nodded, still fuming about that whole situation. "Faith, we gotta get me out of here. I didn't do this! You believe me right?" The room fell completely silent; the drop of a pen and the second hand on wristwatches could be heard. He looked her in the eye hoping he'd have her support through this.
"Of course I believe you. You haven't even had a chance to do anything. I believe you."
He let out a breath he had been holding in. "Thanks Faith, that means a lot to me."
Detective Diaz entered the room, her same trusty clipboard in her hand. "You must be Officer Yokas. I've heard many things about you." Diaz's tone was sarcastic as she walked behind Bosco, giving Yokas some sort of evil eye.
Faith shot back, "It's funny, because I haven't heard shit about you. I guess you aren't important enough for certain people to mention." She bit her tongue, but couldn't keep her mouth shut. "What are you doing in here anyway, I'm visiting him."
Diaz sat her cup of coffee down in front of them. "Visiting hours are over because his lawyer has showed up. It's time to get down and dirty and get this over with."
Bosco wanted to walk out with Faith, but all he did was nod his head towards her as Diaz shut the door in her face.
"Now, let's have some fun", Diaz smiled as Fillmore as well as Bosco's lawyer, Melcher entered the room.
TBC.....haha, what a cliffhanger!
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A/N: Sorry this chapter took a long time, but I'm STILL very much interested in writing this, so don't give up on me if it takes some time to update! I appreciate everyone's wonderful emails and replies, y'all really know how to treat a writer!
Summary: Will the events in one man's life send him over the edge?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own them. This is for entertainment purposes only and no money is being made off of this.
Chapter Five
All Faith felt was confusion. Obviously what was happening was bad, since Swersky couldn't even tell her about it. She sat down at a desk and ran her hands over her hair, closing her eyes and taking in deep breaths. She knew she had to keep it together. If she went ballistic then that wouldn't help her best friend, or even her sanity for that matter.
She then remembered what the last thing Bosco told her was. He wanted her to call his mother, but she had no clue on how to tell her what was going on. She had already been through so much in the past two weeks and now Faith was in the position to tell her that her now ONLY son was being taken away for something. She hated going in and telling Rose without all the information, but she'd do it for Bosco.
Luckily Faith didn't have to break the news to Rose in the hospital. She had been released that morning, back to the comforts of her own home. That would factor in a little with how the news would hit her.
She rubbed her eyes and yawned as she picked up the phone, slowly dialing the seven numbers that would reach Rose Boscorelli. The phone rang three times, and Rose answered in a light, soft voice.
"Hello?"
Faith positioned the phone between her ear and her shoulder, her heart sinking at how Rose sounded on the phone. "Rose, this is Faith Yokas. How are you doing? I'm glad to see you get released from the hospital, finally." She rolled her eyes at what she said. What kind of question was that? She knew EXACTLY how Rose was doing.
"I'm doing okay. How are you?" Rose's eyes teared up, but it seemed like they did every time she would talk to someone, regardless of the conversation.
Faith didn't answer, but decided to go right in for the kill and break the news to her. Anymore of this small talk would just make things seem a bit more awkward than what they already were, and Faith didn't like that. She ran her hands over the desk calendar in front of her on the desk, and swallowed hard. It was now or never.
"Rose.." She then paused, wondering if this was something to tell her over the phone or if she should go to her house. "Rose, is it okay if I come to your house? I really need to talk to you and it should probably be in person." To Faith that seemed like someone saying, 'I know something important, but I can't tell you.' It just seemed annoying but it was only fair to Rose to have the respect of someone to tell her in person.
She could hear Rose's voice crack as she spoke again. "Is this something bad?"
Faith's stomach sank. "Rose, I'll be there in a few." She then hung up the phone, feeling dirty from the call. It didn't go as she had planned. She felt like she had only screwed it up. She peeked her head in Swersky's office. "Lieu, I'm going to go break the news to Rose. Since I don't have all the information I'll just bring her in and have you tell her WHY this is happening."
He nodded, not even look up from paperwork.
Bosco's knees nearly gave out when they placed him in an interrogation room. Detectives stood over him the very same way he had stood over worthless scum he had picked up off of the streets for crimes that made him sick. This was different though. He was a fellow cop, and all they did was throw him around like dirt out of a dustpan. They even had his left hand handcuffed to the table, in fear that he might lose his temper and go crazy, which at the moment was more than likely possible for Bosco. Too much had happened, and his mind could only take in so much more.
A young, Hispanic female detective walked in. She was quite attractive, her hair up in a high bun, her skin bronzed from the sunlight. Her white dress shirt fit tightly on her curves, and her gray skirt accented her skin even more. She had a cocky aura about herself, but what detective didn't? She had a clipboard full of papers on it, and a pencil behind her right ear. An older male detective followed behind her. He looked pretty fit for his age; though Bosco could tell her wouldn't be fun to deal with.
The female detective spoke first. "I'm Detective Diaz. This is my partner, Detective Fillmore." She looked over her papers and then back at Bosco. "I see you work at the 55th precinct."
Bosco nodded but didn't say anything.
She folded her arms over her chest, giving a small smirk, one that looked all too familiar for Bosco. "Then you know my cousin."
Bosco just stared up at her, showing no emotion. He didn't want to look confused or even interested; he just wanted to be back at work with none of this happening. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
She looked at Fillmore. "I guess he doesn't see a resemblance. I'm Sergeant Cruz's cousin."
Bosco's eyes widened. "Great, this is going to be fun." He finally muttered some words, only because it slipped out of his mouth, not because he wanted to.
She got in his face, her smirk turning into a serious expression. "Say anything else like that and I'll have Fillmore here rough up your face a little. Or better yet, I'll tell everyone here in the jail that you are a cop. They'd have a field day with a good looking guy like you."
Bosco cocked his head to one side, trying to back away from her. "Is that a threat?" As of right now he didn't care that he was in this big of trouble. His mouth shot off every time it had a chance, and he felt good and fine with that.
Fillmore then approached him, backhanding him on the opposite cheek of where Bosco got injured at Mikey's wake, giving him a matching wound on the other side. Bosco tried to do something but his left hand was cuffed to the table, restricting any movement for him. He gritted his teeth.
"That's manly of you Fillmore, hitting me while I'm in cuffs."
Diaz stood in between them, putting her hand up at Fillmore. "Enough of that. We need to get to the bottom of this murder." She turned back to Bosco, sitting across from him, moving crime scene photos around to somehow taunt Bosco, to see if he'd break. "Why did you kill Jake Wayzynski?" She glanced at him from the photos, trying to play it cool.
Bosco took in a deep breath, looking around the room. "I didn't." He wasn't sure if asking for a lawyer would make him look guilty, but he was in definite need of one regardless of how it made him look. "I'm not answering anything else without a lawyer." He felt his cheek throb with pain as he looked at Fillmore, wishing that he could just lay into him. That's all he wanted at the moment.
Fillmore paced behind Diaz, giving out a laugh. "Oh yeah, now he wants to lawyer up, as if THAT doesn't make him look guilty."
Diaz nodded. "You want a lawyer? You need us to appoint one or do you have one?"
He sat back in his chair. "I can find that out. I still haven't gotten a phone call."
Faith pulled up to Rose's driveway, staring up the walkway. "Here we go," she spoke to herself as she opened up the squad door and stood outside, feeling the cool air hit her. She heard her cell phone ringing, and quickly opened the face. "Hello?"
"Faith."
It was Bosco, and she smiled at the sound of his voice. "Bosco, what's going on?" She sat back down in the car, but left the door open. "Can you at least tell me something?"
He ran his hands over his grown out hair and then touched his recent cut on his face from the asshole detective. "Faith, have you talked to my mother yet?"
"No, I'm sitting in front of her house though. What's up?" She began to grow frustrated, wishing he would at least tell her something. "If I don't get SOME information Bosco, I'm gonna go crazy. I can't help you unless you fill me in."
He looked around the holding area where cops and guards surrounded him. "Wow, I didn't even know she was out of the hospital." He smiled at that, glad she was home again. "Faith, they are saying I murdered Wayzynski. I need you to talk to my mother, tell her all of this, and find me a lawyer. I don't want an appointed one. They don't do their jobs worth shit."
Faith ran her hands over the steering wheel. "Okay. I think I have an idea of who we could use for your defense attorney. He's a bit quirky, but he's good. Don't answer anything until me and your mother get there. I'm going to take her since she can visit you."
"Okay. Hurry Faith." He then hung up the phone, still leaving her with tons of questions that he couldn't answer at the time. She got out of the car again, wondering why on earth they'd even think he did it. He never even had a chance, he was either tending to his mother and the funeral, or working his ass off, trying to avenge Mikey's killer so he could rest in peace.
She turned and walked up the steps, knocking on Rose's door. She immediately answered, inviting her in and handing her a glass of tea.
"Faith, don't sugar coat whatever is going on. I don't think I can take anymore of that." She sat down, her hands shaking from being nervous.
Faith sat down beside her, grabbing her hand. "Rose, they are saying Bosco murdered someone." She licked her lips, pausing to let that bit of information sink in. "They are holding him at the city jail right now. They are waiting to interrogate him but we need to get him a lawyer first."
Rose stood up, standing at the window. "Who are they saying he murdered?" A few tears ran down her cheeks, but she kept a blank expression on her face.
"A guy by the name of Jake Wayzynski. The guy that drove through Mikey's wake."
Rose finally erupted into full crying. "I lost one son in the past month, and now they want to take away the only joy I have left in my life." She sat down in the wooden chair beside the window, looking down at the floor. "Why does God do this to me? Maurice is the ONLY thing I have left."
Faith wasn't sure what to do so she approached Rose, embracing her in a tight hug. She could feel Rose's warm tears sting her skin through her uniform, and the sound of Rose's cries made her cry also.
"It's going to be okay Rose." It had begun to rain outside again. Bosco was right; when it rained it did mean a bad day for someone.
Rose looked up, her eyes read and swollen. "Faith, do you think he did it? I know I shouldn't think that, but sometimes Maurice gets so angry."
"No, I don't think he did it. Bosco might get angry, but I don't think right now at this time, he was capable of it." She really wasn't sure though, but she knew she had to believe Bosco, or this whole case would go down the drain.
Faith and Rose arrived at the jail about an hour later, where both Faith and Rose went in to see him. Somehow Faith had talked someone in to letting her do this. Rose went in first, though she wasn't sure she'd be able to handle seeing him in such a situation. Faith followed, noticing his recent bruised cheek that was scratched. They sat down across from him at the round table. He was still in his street clothes, but he looked awful. There were black bags under his eyes, his hair hadn't been fixed, and he looked as if he'd been crying. Tears flowed out of his eyes at the sight of his mother crying, and all he wanted to do was hug her.
Rose walked to him, pulling him tightly. "Maurice, I'm sorry this is happening. No one wants to leave us alone."
He leaned into her. "Did you guys get me a lawyer?"
Rose pulled away and sat down beside Faith. Faith nodded. "Yes. His name is James Melcher, and he's a family friend. Like I said, he's weird but he'll do the job. He'll be here at around 7:00, so I can go tell your detective buddies that's when they can begin."
Bosco nodded, biting his bottom lip. "Thanks Faith. Everyone else can't even look at me. Not even Davis or Sully. It's times like these when you realize who your true friends are."
"Don't worry about that right now, Boz. That doesn't matter."
Rose couldn't take this all in. She was used to seeing Mikey sitting across from her, on the wrong side of the law, but not her oldest. He was the levelheaded one that backed out of situations like that. She couldn't tell if this was a dream or a reality, but whatever it was, she just wanted to wake up from it, where everything was normal and Mikey was still alive. "Maurice, I have to get out of here. I can't be here right now." She began to cry again as she stood up.
"It's okay Ma. Go do what you need to do. You know where to find me; I'm not going anywhere."
She left the room, leaving Faith and Bosco alone. "Do you want me to be here when they interrogate you?"
Bosco shook his head no. "I doubt they'll even let you. They've already tried earlier. I met the two working the case."
"It's not Jelly?"
"No, I guess they figured it was a conflict of interest or something."
She looked down at her hands on top of the table. "So, how are the detectives? Who are they?"
He gave out a sarcastic laugh. "You'll never guess. One is Detective Diaz. She's Cruz's cousin. I'm not sure how to take her yet. The other is Detective Fillmore. He's a dirty Harry type of guy, thinks he's tough shit."
She pointed at his cheek. "Is he the one that gave you that scrape to go along with your other one?"
Bosco nodded, still fuming about that whole situation. "Faith, we gotta get me out of here. I didn't do this! You believe me right?" The room fell completely silent; the drop of a pen and the second hand on wristwatches could be heard. He looked her in the eye hoping he'd have her support through this.
"Of course I believe you. You haven't even had a chance to do anything. I believe you."
He let out a breath he had been holding in. "Thanks Faith, that means a lot to me."
Detective Diaz entered the room, her same trusty clipboard in her hand. "You must be Officer Yokas. I've heard many things about you." Diaz's tone was sarcastic as she walked behind Bosco, giving Yokas some sort of evil eye.
Faith shot back, "It's funny, because I haven't heard shit about you. I guess you aren't important enough for certain people to mention." She bit her tongue, but couldn't keep her mouth shut. "What are you doing in here anyway, I'm visiting him."
Diaz sat her cup of coffee down in front of them. "Visiting hours are over because his lawyer has showed up. It's time to get down and dirty and get this over with."
Bosco wanted to walk out with Faith, but all he did was nod his head towards her as Diaz shut the door in her face.
"Now, let's have some fun", Diaz smiled as Fillmore as well as Bosco's lawyer, Melcher entered the room.
TBC.....haha, what a cliffhanger!
TWfan- I'm glad I'm writing the emotion good! Glad to hear that it seems like the show playing out in front of you! That's a niiiice compliment, thanks so much. Hope you are still interested in this fic, I'm trying to make it the BEST, and with your replies you are helping out so much!
Magic101- All right! I got you HOOKED! I hope you find the story to keep getting better, as things begin to unfold! Muahaha! Keep up the great replies, you ROCK!
Lore-ShipperSister- Yeah, the vial of blood was a dead giveaway, but that's not the only turn of events that is going to happen! Glad you love the story! Thanks so much!
Again, thanks to all of you for the reviews!
A/N: Sorry this chapter took a long time, but I'm STILL very much interested in writing this, so don't give up on me if it takes some time to update! I appreciate everyone's wonderful emails and replies, y'all really know how to treat a writer!