A/N: I'm soo nervous about this chapter--hope you like it, there's no turning back now. Oh, and fyi--Veener means huntsman and Adlam means noble protector. Thanks to Gracie for giving me that page and for helping me with another item in the story ;) Everyone enjoy! Until next time--a very nervous PCGirl.
Rafe almost hung up the phone when he finally heard the other end pick up, "Hello?"
"Hey Rafe—sorry bout the hang up last night," said Jack as he walked outside and closed the sliding glass door behind him.
"No problem—how is everything there?"
"Good so far—she hasn't had any non-visions today."
"Good. Listen, I'm going to spend the day calling around with some connections I have over in Europe. Hopefully one of them might be able to figure it out," said Rafe as he messed with a pile of paperclips in the small little office he had at the Gym.
"Are you sure that's not the same thing that Caleb is doing?"
"Honestly, I have no clue what he's up to. There's something nagging at me—as if he knows more than he's saying."
"Do you think he's in on this? I mean isn't that kind of a stretch, Rafe?"
"I'm not sure of anything anymore--well, I'll call you later when I know of something more."
"Alright, take care Rafe."
"You too—take good care of Jasmine, she's one in a million."
"Don't I know it," grinned Jack.
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Danny closed the door, making sure Bailey wasn't halfway out the door already. He had decided last night after dinner he couldn't wait another day—it was now or never. He gave a deep sigh and looked upwards, "Mom? I know you are up there—I guess that's something I've always been able to count on—being able to come out here and talk to you and receive some guidance. I'm doing the right thing today, I know I am—I guess I just want you to be watching me today. Watching me take what I think is the scariest step in my life. If you could—can you somehow make it so I don't slip and forget to say something to her—please?" he smiled as he heard the front door open and out walked Christina. "Hi."
"Hey—I thought you were talking to somebody."
"Yeah, just someone special that I know will always want to listen to my thoughts," he smiled as he looked upwards and then gave Christina a kiss before they began walking.
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"Marius—stop!" shouted Andrew as he came down the empty train car as he followed the man he'd been chasing for days.
Marius twirled around to face him, his black trench coat flaring behind him, "Oh—it's you, the little slayer that thinks he can take me out."
"I can, but first I want to know what you are up to—who is it you are chasing and why?"
"It's no concern of yours, trust me. As to why—let's say it was a request," he grinned at Andrew.
"A request—hmm? Well, sorry to burst your bubble but I don't think that's going to happen today," spoke Andrew as he reached behind him and pulled out a stake and moved closer.
"Silly child," was the only words Marius said as he threw his hand up and pushed Andrew to the back of the car, grabbing a hold of one of the seats to keep himself from being thrown into the next car. He was held there for a moment before Marius turned and walked calmly out of one car and into the dining car.
Andrew ran to catch up to him and froze—there, sitting and finishing up her meal, was the girl from before—blonde hair, blue eyes—and his heart stopped. This was no coincidence, whatever the request Marius had been asked to do deal with these two girls and Andrew realized it was his destiny to save them.
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"Alright—it was good to talk to you again, Grayson. Thanks for doing this—I hope to hear from you soon" said Rafe as he hung up the telephone and looked to see his son watching him.
"Who was that you were talking to?" asked Eddie as he got down on the floor and did some cool down stretches from a kick boxing class he had just had.
"That was Grayson Adlam, a vampire slayer that lives in England."
"There are other slayers? I thought we were the last ones."
Rafe gave a slight laugh, "Last of the Kovich ones, Edward—there are other slayers in other parts of Europe. Grayson, myself and another slayer, Claus Venner, were all in training courses growing up. While I was, ahem—dead, Claus was killed in the line of duty. He had a son though—Grayson had heard that a few weeks ago he was in London, but he never paid Grayson a visit."
"What does that have to do with Jasmine though?"
"I'm not sure—he's a little older than you and though Grayson made sure he had the same training growing up that we did he's still a kid trying to avenge his father's death. Grayson took the role of second father to heart—he's just worried that the boy might do something stupid is all.
"Anyways, he has all his books with him, unlike mine that are in storage in Daia. He's going to look through them to find out any information he can—he's also going to get in contact with some other slayers that I was never cool enough to hang out with," he said with a wink.
"Slayers have cliques?" laughed Eddie at the thought.
"Yeah, which makes no sense since in the end we're all here for the same thing," he shrugged as he stood up from the desk and looked down at his son. "I'm going to go back home for dinner—you want to come?"
"Nah, I'm going to catch up on some reading of my own," smiled Eddie as he dad grabbed his address book and slipped it into his pocket before leaving for the night.
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They had probably walked a good mile and a half away from the house now—Danny continually looking around, as if wanting a sign from above that now was the second. He took a look at the setting sun and decided it was now. "Hey—stop here for a moment."
"What is it?" she said as she looked back and him.
"Wow—you're gorgeous," he said as he noticed the way the sun was positioned behind her that she had an aura like an angel and he smiled. "I need to tell you something. Right now, Christina and it can't wait any longer. I remember the first time I saw you at the hospital when I returned to Port Charles—to realize it was you that had been in my dreams for so long.
"It's been two years since that day and since then I've learned to love you more each day. I love watching you when suddenly a vision to paint or sketch something comes to your mind and you won't stop thinking about it until you have it completed. I love how you are there everyday when I get home after having Chris be a slave driver everyday. It's our home Christina, and I was thinking maybe we could make it official," he said as he pulled out a small box from his pocket and opened it up. "I remember the day we decided our dating was a completion of a circle—but we were wrong, this is the completion. So Christina Collins—will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?"
Christina couldn't stop staring at the ring—a solitaire emerald in a platinum setting with two small diamonds on the side. She realized he'd stopped talking and wiped her eyes, "Did you say something?"
Danny laughed, "I asked if you would make me the happiest man and be my wife. So what do you say?"
"Yes, yes—a million times yes," she said as he put the ring on her and stood up. He had barely been up for a second when she threw her arms around him and caused him to lose his balance and they soon were lying on the grass laughing and hugging.
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Kate and Tara stood under the awning of the train station—it was right after dinner had ended when the train pulled into a station for a short stop so they had got out and walked around some. Kate looked at her friend and asked, "Ready to go?"
"Yeah—I guess so," said Tara as she looked behind them but saw nothing.
"We'll have more time to walk around the next stop in the morning," she said as she grabbed the handrail to get onto the train and pulled herself up. She turned to help Tara up and realized she wasn't behind her, "Tara? Tara!" she screamed as she saw her friend being pulled away from the train. She felt the train begin to move and jumped off, running towards the man and hitting him as hard as she could with her hand. He turned to look at her and she stood there, defiant as he father had been so many years ago, "Let go of her."
He gave her a slight smirk, "What—you think you can take me on?"
"I don't think—I know," she said as her eyes narrowed. She had never been certain about anything as she had at that moment, and without a stake or anything in hand she moved forward, ready for battle. A second later though she was being pulled backwards—she looked back and saw him, the guy from London. It was that day that had started everything—the feelings, the looking over her shoulder every so often. "Let go of me," she said as she tried to pull out of his grasp.
"No," spoke Andrew in a harsh, almost parental tone.
"I've got to save my friend's life," she said as she wriggled again and the grasp felt tighter.
"And I've got to save yours," he said as he pulled her away despite her arguments and screams for Tara as she watched her being taken off into the other direction.
