If she hadn't managed to remain still and cold during a hard mission like this one here, Tess would had freaked out by now.

"Oh God. Just get a grip here.." She wipped off the sweat from her brow, but didn't took off the shivers away from her lower back. She just witnessed a beating being made by Cat alias Ayaka and that vision was pretty hard to ignore now.

It's been two weeks since she and Cat went into undercover or it was more Cat who went through the entire change here while she was sitting with headphones, inside of that black van who was parked just a few blocks away from the bar, in the middle of night and to watch Cat with a short dark dress and high heels, dragging an crying dark messed haired stripper inside of a cage where a mini camera was stucked to the corner and recorded everything from this sight. These cages. Oh God. The basement looked like the most perfect dunjeon and hard to forget, expecially when you're gonna use it for torture, down there. This is where they punish the strippers for their bad actions, as they say. And the stripper looked like she was being dragged away from bed since she only wore a dark and strippless bra and a light underwear. Pheew, no G-string here, but that necklace looked hauntening here as it would give her all the control she wanted from the girls.

And it's not something that she would easily forget anytime soon.

Good thing, she didn't ate also. Usual thing. Ayaka's routine. During those two long weeks, nothing horrible had occured ever since that evening when Àlvarez had jumped into the hitman's skin like a caveman. Argh! And to say that she had to hear and watch them do sex on the floor. Oh God. Good thing, Cat had avoided his intentions and focused on her hitman and bodyguard job, ever since that night. Her eyes would be spared, at least. Until now.

Screw the man and his desires.

The vision of an unremorseful Cat threwing that crying stripper inside of that cage, locking up the door and headed towards the girl who backed away to the wall, like a scared little girl. She put her hand on her mouth like it was a way to shush her, from screaming. The girl was trying to swallow up her rushing tears, despite knowing whatever fate was awaiting for her. Her eyes widened up with fear when she heard the hitman, threatening her and Tess had guessed that Ayaka was about to give her an order here.

"One word and I won't spare you by walking away.." Through the headphones, Catherine's sounding voice sounded like a venom coming out from a snake and walked to the left side of the sitting chair and to grab something from the floor. A long thicking rope from what Tess was watching through the grey screen.

"Now, give me your hands and don't move.." Bringing up together all the courage she had with shaken breaths, the girl did what she asked to do. Damn, all that mascara was staining up her face.

Tess watched Cat tying up the girl's hands by a long rope, tight enough like it was meant to block the blood's circulation and rose the cord up to the celling where a small hole were there next to where the camera was put, which made her arms rose up to the celling. And as the rope went through the hole, Cat brought up back the rope and tied up to the left wall where another hole was and tied down there with a solid knot, to keep it and the girl still, from moving.

Cat went back to the girl and out of nowhere, she took something from out her dress's pockets. A kleenex, maybe?

No, it was a dark blindfold. It was obvious enough with that dark color.

"Close your eyes.." The girl had closed up her eyes and Cat covered the darked eyelids with the blindfold and tied up behind her prey's head. And her prey looked so affraid with her lip that kept on trembling up here. It looked like she was afraid of the pain, or more like affraid of dying and inside of that cage, where nobody but Cat would hear up her dying screams.

Oh God. It felt like she was watching an all recorded torture video from Vietnam War. But what shocked Tess the most, it was that Cat had started to strip the girl away from her lingerie, leaving her bare naked to the camera's sight. Oh God, she could see everything from that corner and wondered if the whole precinct or Dana was watching it as well. Her eyes followed Cat's movements to the standing chair to retrieve something light which, Tess had recognized.

A whip and despite being blind here, the dark haired girl felt uneasy by the silence as more tears kept on falling down her cheeks. She must had heard her hitman taking something and headed right back to her remaining position of a prisoner.

"You had to be a bad girl to this young and gentle man upstairs. You stole money from him to buy the drugs you needed, no wonder the spots on your forearms kept on showing up whenever you were around. So, he told me, and you know; what it makes me feel here?" Cat grabbed the girl's jaw with her nails as it was to shut the girl from crying. After all, she did asked for it.

Didn't she?

"And it's because of your foolisheness, that I'm doing this man a favor here. You can always thank me later.." Oh God, Tess wouldn't want to be in that girl's shoes by now, not only she wanted to go far away from the van, she was starting to feel shivers penatrating through her spine as she kept on watching the scene. And the scream, she would hear later on too.

"No, please, please, please..I'll be more nice..please..I'll be nice-" WHAP!

The dark haired girl had lashed out a terrified and piercing scream through the entire room, when she felt the whipping weapon tearing up her skin for making a mistake, because of her addiction with the drugs she desasperately needed or more was addicted to it as Cat kept on raising up the whip weapon on her, over and over, again and again.

Close enough to make Tess gone deaf here. Ayaka had took place, leaving Catherine hidden inside in a cage with doors locked with keys with. It looked so real here. She squeezed her eyes shut as she took off the headphones to rub off her temples from stress.

If that's how anger leads you to do wicked things, she didn't anything to do with it. She sure did felt heartbroken when her ex-boss and lover had left her to go back with his wife, but wasn't that crazy enough to hurt him and to do the extreme thing, as well. Only unstable women could go this far.

But does that make Cat, an unstable woman? What the hell was she thinking about?

Cat did went through a hard break-up, but wasn't that crazy to commit a murder or torture women who claim to be innocent when it comes to having affairs, wasn't she?

And what was worse in all this? It was that a certain bad beast, Vincent Keller decided to join forces into the club. She knows. She did spotted him around the club. Him standing a few doors away from Cat's where moaning sounds were heard and the way his features were on his face were easy to describe. Frustration and disappointement were good enough to see. And his argument with Cat in this small doctor office, two weeks ago. When the two of them were facing off each other in a fight. Cat really didn't wanted to have him here and sabotage her plans. Damn. Hope, he won't blow up her cover, like he almost had done before.

But somehow, Vincent did looked like he was telling the truth in one point here. He had changed and begged Cat to give him a second chance, which she had refused. It ached Tess's heart when her partner had left him alone into the office. Leaving him alone with his pain. At least, this wasn't fake.

It's been two weeks, since he took the doctor role here and tried to avoid the new female hitman as much as he could and managed to do well, for now on. Vincent didn't asked any questions when a beaten up girl had shown up to the office or more was dragged to his arms by the angry and cold hitman, Ayaka who often turned her back on him once the crying and guilty woman was brought inside.

And despite being so understanding and quiet like a gentle soul, Vincent did looked quite different now as she had observed him before. She was impressed by his way to turn things the other way around when she had spotted him talking with an angry Patrick, back at the hospital.

However, it wasn't only this fact that was bothering her. He did look a little bit paler, than usual, despite the cameras's colors being recorded to every place and at every corner to the left side. The whole club was being watched, at the moment. Vincent did looked different, quite sicker.

That was weird. Ever since, she had known him, he never did looked sick or weak. Well, only when he got himself shot by her Cat's own hand and hers. However, he had recovered way faster before, than he could do now. Including that moment at the doctor's office, when he clutched up his chest in pain once Cat had bursted inside of the doom and catching both him and that injured barmaid woman, Lina. Tess managed to open up her eyes and be brave enough to face up the screen, watching the rest of the scene now. Now that the suffered has stopped.

Who knew Cat could still be that jealous by now? When she had sworn that she was over Vincent. Turns out, she still wasn't.

Tess took a deep breath and went back to the screens, by placing the headphones back onto her ears and headed to work. Through the screen, she found out that the suffering had stopped. Cat was still standing to her feet with the whip still clutched and with a good firm into her hand and looked soaked in blood that was dripping from her face to her breasts. Trying to compose on her breathing here.

Must be by the blood.

And right in front of her, stood the blindfolded girl whose arms were still held by the hanging rope and still completely exposed from the view as her head hung down to her chest. Oh God. Did she died? The dark haired woman's body and mostly at her torso area were covered by red marks and marks of a violent whip who had pierced up her skin, whom they were not ready to fade in anytime soon. Other than the dark haired woman's silent sobs and the hitman's breathing here, nobody dared to make a sound, until another dark silhouette appeared behind the bars. An very tall and strong silhouette that wasn't so easy to forget. Vincent Keller.

"Are you done?"

"Yeah. I did what I had to do.."

"Ok. Mind if I checked in?" Tess watched Cat's form turning away from her prey and turned towards the bars which she unlocked them up in order for the doctor to come in. From how Vincent peaked up to the place when he walked himself inside of the cage, he did looked uncomfortable, not only the woman's body made him feel uneasy, but it was the entire cage, including the torture instuments and the suffering that the innocent woman took, all that because of a stupid contract. Not only he did looked uncomfortable, but also shocked from the surroundings here.

She let out a defeated a sigh, when her phone plugged to its charger had vibrated in silence. She made it sure that it was kept in silence during the undercover mission. Took it, believing it was eaither Ward or Dana calling up, but surprised when it was in fact J.T. who left had left her a text into her mailbox. And it was urgent matter.

'Meet me up at the club by tomorrow morning, there's something I need to tell and to show you. Urgent matter. Don't tell Cat or Vincent. I really need your advice!'

J.T.

'PS: Bring me up a new bag gummy worms, please? I've been stuck by another and fluffy beast named Ed, here!'

When Tess thought things couldn't get any better, then she was on the wrong path here. Not only she has to deal with Cat and Vincent, but another and annoying person too. J.T. Forbes was calling for help here.

...

"Get rid of her, before I'll do it on my own.."

He stood up astounished when he stared at the naked lady being hanging like she was slave, left for torture and left to purish up here, waiting for death to come. Even if her wounds looked like they needed to be checked and fast. How could Cat had the courage to do that? Cause Vincent knew she wouldn't have in any moment. Oh God. He had heard these piercing screams from this girl as she was being whipped like a slave, coming from the cage to the doctor's office which he had been taking care of ever since he'd been here. Sitting behind his desk, Vincent was covering his ears, shutting his eyes tight, wincing in pain as he felt this poor woman's never enduring suffering under the hitman's doing. And when he had enough, he stood up from his chair and headed out from the office. Hoping he would stop Ayaka from making it worse. However, it was already late. He just couldn't believe it, when he approached the gates as he stared at the poor victim and at Catherine whose back was showing to his view, who was still clutching on the whip as she was trying to catch up with her breath. She looked too much wild here.

He thought could take the pain, but not much as he thought he was able to do it since he regained back his humanity because of Catherine's love had helped him.

"And not a word. Be quiet."

"Aya-"

"I said-Get rid of her!" She had cut him off when he looked right back to her as he watched her wipping off the blood to her dress in a hurry. Oh God. Catherine was covered with blood and it wasn't only the black dress and red necklace that could cover all of how deep a gentle soul could become dark. From the past two weeks, Cat had changed so quickly from the brave woman to this hard and baddass and coldhearted one. A total stranger. Vincent shivered in fear at this sight."And make sure you clean up this mess, once you're done with that brat here. Bloodstains are hard to fade, lately.."And when he didn't answer, an very frustrated Cat had brought up her head right back to him. Still staring up at her in shock as he still couldn't believe it did happen. Oh God. Her eyes were so wild and delusional here, that it frightened him. "What are you looking at?" Expecting him to jump in surprise, but he stood glued and petrified by her anger.

Afraid of that woman and to what she could do, in any snapping moment.

"Nothing.."He blurted out faster as it should. He looked like he wanted to say more but didn't had the strenght to do.

"Get back to work!"And rushed out of the room, leaving him here alone with the hanging girl. Helpless, Vincent watched her take the leave. Damn, how come she had become into such an villian person by now? Nightmares of her trying to kill him, were still hauntening him. There were nights were he would lay awake as he refused to fall alsleep to see his ex-girlfriend by killing and stabbing him, all over and over again. And waking up with a gasping shout. Jerking out of his bed and completely frightened by his own nightmares. Like he used to do, from before.

Oh yeah, right. The undercover job and the way to track down Àlvarez, by seducing him and get him into the trap. Cat would have to play the beautiful hitman and hoping to get him under her skin, leading him to trust her and get him alive. How lovely. Damn, he really had no idea that such basements and cages like these could still exist around. Perfect cages with the exact same torture instruments and that used old chair right next to his side, reminded him of an familiar one. He held his breath as he looked at it, feeling his heart missing a beat to this chair. In the darkness, where most of the demons would come out and play.

"Bring him here!"

"Strap him here!" Shaking his head, Vincent clutched his eyes shut, as he remembered the pain he went through his mind, like it had occured yesterday.

"Get off of me! I said-GET OFF OF ME!"

Old flashing and terrifying thoughts had come up to his mind. Times where he was being held captive under Catherine's father Reynolds for three long months. All these injections, electroshocking sessions burning every cells and nerves from his head and many more to come. He remembered fighting, struggling and screaming over their hold as he was being dragged into this isolated place and being strapped up onto this chair and exposed his lack of clothing to them. He was surrounded by people in white coats and these machines who did their jobs by connecting him with patches to his forehead sending the burning sensation to his cells. Oh God. And when Vincent had the strenght to beast out and even for a little moment, they would beat him up and shot him or more traq him electrocute him alive. They tried to burn his memories and erase all sight of humanity in him. Oh God. The pain and that scream coming from deep down from his lungs still haunted him, him the most perfect supersoldier and assassin to elaminate all beasts, including him for the end. All that fight to stay a complete human.

Not all memories are good to remember, that's for sure, though.

Vincent had tried to forget these memories and the burning he felt through his brain and tried to replace them with memories of a very beautiful Catherine who was trying to keep him sane after being away from a longtime, but not without a price.

Catherine.

A cage like this one looked far familiar to the one he was kept in. Chained to the wall, like an animal. Lay down on the cold ground on his much very naked body as he was shivering. Too cold. Too much drugged as his locks of brown hair fell onto his closed eyes looking so exhausted after going through electroshocking therapies and tiring injections into the dark and malrourished, as scars and bruises marked in blood onto his naked body, waiting for death to come. So lost into the darkness and feeling all alone in this cold and dark cage. A door opened and loud stepping boots were heading to his way, into the dark where the stranger's face wasn't so describable because of the dark and the fact that Vincent was too drugged to notice anything visible for the moment.

"Not so strong, aren't you Keller? Waiting for death to come in any minute?"

His eyes fluttured as he tried to look up or even raise his head, however, he felt too tired to move a thing. Paralyzed-No. Frozen was the word. Even if he couldn't focus on the stranger's face, Vincent did heard his voice as the stranger bend down to his feet reaching up his height. He could tell that the guy in front of him was amused and scoffing just to look at his pitiful and lying form to the ground.

"Think, you can still make it, alive?" had said the stranger as he felt a hand waving in front of his face. But his eyes weren't foccusing on the movement as he felt more cold and exhausted. Just wanted to sleep and go far away from here. But the old man refused to satisfy his own wishes when he grabbed his shoulder and slamed his back to the wall with such force and hard enough to wake him up. Grunting his teeth in pain as he coughed out blood from his mouth, from the shocking and brutality movement. Vincent clutched his eyes shut as he turned his head away. Completely avoiding to stare at that guy's blue skye eyes. He inhaled in and out the shaken and shivering breath from his chest as he felt something like a feather and an wooden object being dropped down into his side. A paper and a pen were down to his feet as the amused man in front of him had scoffed.

"Let's see if you still can write here, Keller.."

Damn, that interrogator was Reynolds and even at the most weak state he was, that jerk wanted him to write a letter. About what? A way to say goodbye to Catherine, for good? He hadn't any clue and as much he wanted to remember about that letter whatever it had been sent or not, Vincent just couldn't. Everything was still quite fuzzy.

A shaken sob caught him back from his reverie. Damn, he almost had forgot about the girl, here and hanging to his mercy. Vincent blinked as he shook his head and examined the hanging girl. Oh God.

The girl was into a mess, he couldn't even put a name. Damn, he felt like he would throw up in any minute.

He managed to untie up the knots from the corner of the wall, which made the girl fall down to her knees like a leaf with a yelp and headed to her way as he bend down to her level. He struggled to untie the knot that kept her wrists sealed as he heard her shaken heartbeat inside to her ribcage. She was crying. And things didn't helped much, because he was also starting to shake up as well. Close to burst out of control as he could share that unknown girl's pain.

"Get a grip, Vincent.."He took a quick breath of relief when he finally had made it by untying the knot from the girl's hands in a hurry. She was free. But that didn't stopped her from falling into his arms, bursting into uncontrollable sobs which shocked him by this gesture. Despite being totally naked here, the girl didn't cared if he didn't returned her hug, cause all she needed was just a moment of reassurement and even if it was short. It was all she needed now.

"I couldn't stop myself from doing it. He made me to. He did!" Vincent just stayed silent to her comments as she circled her arms around his back, pressing her face to his chest. He never was a addict, when it came to drugs, but the other guy in him had tried to push him into it That had almost costed his living humanity."That guy knew my weakness and used it against me. I'm sorry! Dear God! I'm sorry, sorry, sorry!" Unmoving from his spot, he let her wetting up his shirt and when he had the courage, Vincent managed to rub her back trying to calm her down, like a little girl who he had caught up from falling down and ended up crying to his shirt.

"There, there. It's over now.."No, for real? This girl might never be able to come out from here. Cause if she ever gets into trouble again, she'll get punished once her hitman knows the word from the custumer. Even worse. It's a prison, she may never be able to escape, ever. Just to look at these cages, Vincent would know the feeling of being into one of them.

Is that how he made Catherine feel? Whenever she was around him like she was trapped into a prison with him? What about Regan? That friend of his had asbolutely no idea to the fact that she had fallen for an addict and controlling freak, not to mention this-Lucifer's servant by trying to kill her young son named after him. Vincent, too. It's been two weeks, he hasn't spoken to her or to the others, but knowing them, they would want an answer by now. Expecially, Regan was being desperate and was willing to go into prison for saving her son from Carl.

However, Vincent wanted things to be done in the right way and not the other way around. No wonder, he backed away after he told J.T. to handle the problem as he used an excuse such as he needed to see and help Catherine with her mission. But, he wondered if he made the right choice by now. He had known that Cat needed an disguise to go undercover here and an hitman looked like a perfect cover to prove.

If so, then why her eyes had gone dark for? Vanishing all living life into them. It looked so real here. They did tried to avoid each other here as they foccused on work. Locked into the girl's arms, Vincent tried to loose up his jacket from his shoulders and covered her bare and shaken shoulders, trying to hide her exposed, buised and bloody body. He wanted to know if she had any internal bleeding inside from the way she has been wiped and hard enough. She looked so tiny and fragile like a doll here, threatening to break into pieces. These poor girls, having to endure things like that. Contract or not, Vincent believed it was just unfair.

Being a gentleman like he was raised into one before, he lifted her up into his arms like a child and noticied that she had quieted down, feeling so secure with him. She nuzzled into his neck and despite the blindfold that covered up her eyes, he could feel that she was starting to fall alsleep here. She looked so young and fragile as he took a look down on her relaxed features.

Yeah, it was just unfair and he couldn't do or say anything at all, but to bury these emotions inside of himself. Keep quiet, or else you'll end up in trouble. Control yourself, man. What else you can do? Nothing.

And came the human trafic and the organ trade rumors around. He really didn't believed in them until he heard Alvarez talking outside from the club and alone as he walked out, two nights ago. He never did meet the guy, but didn't liked him in anyway when your boss was screwing up with your ex-girlfriend did actually make look like you wanted to rip him into limbs. Despite being rich with all those tuxedos that Àlvarez kept on showing off to his face as he was someone important to the whole world.

"What do you mean, they cannot be there in time? I made a promise to them!" Promise? What promise? Vincent hid behind of the wall's building of the club as he watched Àlvarez in a grey tuxedo pacing around with a phone stucked into his ear, anxious as he seemed to look, in distance. Making a show right before the entrance and right in front of the people who kept getting and coming out from the club with its louding music in there. Despite Àlvarez look like mad and was ready to pull off his hair out.

"In three weeks? You're not kidding.."Or more worried.

"Make sure they have the exact same blood type and make sure they are young! I got tricked when you sold me that stupid russian freak, Olga!" Young, like under thirteen year old girls? Oh crap, this was bad.

Young and blood type? It sounded like human trafic and organ trade here. It was more than dealing with a nightclub here, it was dirty bussiness and it was way too dirty. Trafic and organ trade were two bad things hold on.

"No news about Yalena either. I'm telling you, if I didn't had a hotsmokin bodyguard following me at the hospital and didn't refused to go in bed with me, despite her stupid sickness, it would have been better, but what else can I do? Hire an investigator and track Yalena with the state she is into now?" So Catherine was following him at work and stopped his advances in bed, now. It sounded good news. When a woman tells you-No, it's a complete no. Got it? It drove him mad, to just imagine the girl of your dreams being touched and carressed by an disgusting human being like Àlvarez. But not anymore. It was more of the girl he had known, before. Catherine had enough of the dirty sex from her sighed in relief, but held his breath when he heard about Yalena's situation.

"She may be braindead by now and her uncle and boyfriend refuse to unplug her from the machines! She may be damaged for good, but most of her others organs would help, instead.." Oh God. This was so organ trading up here. Attack your soon ex-wife and have her organs in exchange. It was homicidal, but it was still organ trade here as more of the girls's lives were at stake now. Maybe Catherine's too.

Even if she was attacking the girls. Vincent didn't treated any severe injury yet, but it could always change.

"Ayaka is great at her job, including punishing the girls. But I do wish, she spared them by not attacking any vital points or their organs, or else you won't have any job here. But, she is careful."And then, the bussiness man's expression changed into a confused mood from what Vincent guessed and heard from afar. It caught his attention when he heard the other voice on the phone answering Àlvarez back in a warning whisper. A man's voice, mostly despite being disguised. Like it was close to fade away.

"They are failling, Àlvarez.."

"Failing? What do you meant by that?" Vincent kept on listening as he waited for the other voice to answer back with a threat. Who was talking Àlvarez in the middle of the night?

"The heart and liver inside of me..Lowan's ex-dead girlfriend's heart and that trashy Gretchen's liver, they are failling. All of them inside of me..You need to find someone else here!"

"That can't be possible! You looked totally fine a few months ago, after you had that heart transplant and that girl in the fridge-"The hell, what? Gabe's dead girlfriend was involved into it?

"I said they are failling! I'm telling you. Ever since I had that liver transplant, my immune stystem had started to reject them, and it's not only them alone.."

"You're still using the anti-rejections medicine pills, right?"

"It's still no use! Like I said-they are failling and it won't work with these pills. I've been trying to focus my ass into work, so that I won't think about my condition. However, ever since the cops had found about the dead girls, I've started to shut down and noticed that the organs were failing, but there's something else that just doesn't stop from showing up, lately.."

"What is it?"

"My eyes re-started to glow into yellow again and if I don't have another transplant to hide it. It may for good. I don't really have much time left.." That explains it, but did it meant-

"Look, Zh-" Scared, Àlvarez looked like he was about to piss into his pants from what Vincent guessed and observed from his hidden spot.

"I need those organs from those girls, if not. I can always find a way to kill your wife and put your ass into jail for good. Your precious daughter would be left with nothing.."

"I don't even know where she is and with Yalena being braindead-"

"You don't even know for sure if she is and you'll never know if I go and kill her by then. You won't have to worry here. It would be slient and with my nails piercing through her neck and her smashing her breasts. Snatching her heart out in a second. It would definally leave a mark. Your mark as a doctor.."

"Look-"Àlvarez really looked like he was at this guy's mercy here. When the man at the phone cut him off.

"Shut up, Àlvarez! I'll give you four days. Only four days! If I don't have these organs by then, I would go and kill her, just like I did with Gretchen and Tyler. However, Alicia and Helga were a different kind of story. My kind and my waste for tracking any good living and normal didn't deserved to live, so I've finished them off to spare them from a long suffering life. It was so fast, man." So it was true. The two dead girls were in fact beasts and died because they were ones like him. Born or created, wondered Vincent.

Oh God. Did Vincent really heard that quite right? Àlvarez was covering up for someone, like for a beast? Who was ineed for a transplant to make it disappear.

"You gave Ayaka that red necklace right?"

"Yes, I did." What necklace?

"Well in that case, you should know that if there's a beast around the club, he or she may not survive for long, just like it had happen to Alicia and Helga and it was so fast." Say that again? A necklace that could kill a beast in a second? The same necklace that Cat was wearing lately ever since he'd been around here.

"Nothing happened lately. No beast in sight." Still shocked from this revealation, Vincent shook his head in denial as he heard the other voice who was now laughing.

"Good. Cause if there's one beast around your place and like I said before-She or he may not have the chance to survive a week..If a beast is being exposed to that red necklace, she or he would start to lose any function such as tracking senses, visions, smell. Might even become more agressive along with uncontrollable fever and headaches and become delusional. Purple bruises would start to show up to the skin like KS, Kaposi's sarcoma as a sign when organs would start to reject slowly one by one leading into a terrible and slowing death.." Oh God. Vincent tried to swallow his gulping sound right back down as he stepped away from the scene in fear. He had realized that he had a few of the symptoms that have been described. All this comes from a necklace. Catherine's red necklace, but how?

He really had no idea, that he was slowly dying inside. No wonder he felt little different, and weak recently. He wasn't himself, couldn't even track things out like he used to from before.

"But I feel like a 'But' is coming along the way here.."But Àlvarez wasn't done as the voice kept on going.

"That's the slowing process of death for a beast, if the beast doesn't transform. Cause if she or he does, and in only three times or so, it may lead to a very fastening death..If both happens in the same time, it'll be an hell of a mess if you ever see a beast transforming to your way, use the necklace or the girl, and trap it. If you can't, I'll take care of it, on my own."And Vincent had transformed, but only once and didn't remembered what happened later on.

And there was the rushing death as well too. He really wanted to warn Catherine about the human trafic and organ trade. It was starting to be more than a simple revenge for a friend. It was beast bussiness and a beast who needed robbed organs to stop his transformation from showing up. And J.T. needed to know about this necklace and how it was slowly starting to kill him inside. He had to find if this unknown disease had an antidote or not and fast. Is that how he had noticing purple bruises showing up to his skin? Like that bump to the back of his foot? Was it a sign?

Or else, he might die. By slow or fast mood to do it. And trying to save Catherine from falling more deeper into her dark anger, even if he had to try by dying. Catherine represented the love and the humanity that he kept on fighting for.

And get rid of that cursed necklace, an object that sounded way worse than Rebecca Reynolds's. Before it could finish him.

'I have to find a way out of this mess..' He shook his head from his thoughts and whirled around to get out of the cage with the girl into his arms. Oh boy, this girl could bleed out to death, if she wasn't taken care of and right now.

...

Despite the hot splashing water that dripped onto her naked body and getting rid of Natasha's blood from her skin, Catherine could helped but to shiver in fear as she rose up her palms to her sight. These hands, she had no idea that they could create and make pain. Making people suffer from the way she had suffered a longtime ago, made her feel great.

How come? That was just horrible to feel and to think like that! And from the way that Vincent was staring right back at her in fear, it made her look like she was the real monster into the story.

As a hitman, she had to be mean and tough. Showing who was the boss around here and making her own rules, if it was possible. So, was it that bad if she actually had enjoyed the fact of hurting these girls and make them scream? A part of her was screaming out of joy and saying that she had enjoyed it.

But somehow,she wished that she could bring an end to this mascarade and faster than ever, or else she might fall into this trap for good.

'God, what's happening to me?'

Was she about to become a monster?

In two weeks, nothing bad had happened. The girls were doing okay. No complaints and no fights, especially between herself and Vincent as the two of them were trying to avoid each other, other than doing their work. Vincent took great care of the girls, making sure they were using condoms and precautions as they would work by being safe with clients, under her very watching eye and Lina's.

Damn, that girl. Even if she looked deadly thin and sick under her thick make-up, Lina was hiding something and was fuming with envy onto her whenever she was protecting and going out with Àlvarez.

That bastard. After their second time at sex and the fact that Vincent had heard them doin it, she made it clear to Lena's husband that all sexual activities between them were over and he didn't take it, well.

"You're kidding, aren't you?"He stood up to the door into shock to her calm features as he came into the same room, like he had done the last time. Only, she was dressed into a purple asian dress with tons of plum blossom flowers printed on the dress as her hair was tied up into a bun with her face free of any make-up. As soon, she heard him burst into the room and stood up from her chair, whirling around to face the door as she held up a hand to his front as a move to stop from crossing her. Two weeks ago.

"No. I'm not. Like I said; All sex between us is out of question here. You deeply hurted me, the last time we had done it.." She wasn't going to reveal that a certain ex had passed and heard them loud enough and doin it in this room.

"Aya-"He really needed a break and it was only by kissing her, that he would feel a lot of better from the day he had to go through. But Cat still refused.

"Forget it and I told you. I'm a sick woman despite of being into a good shape and independent woman-"Àlvarez walked towards her as he stepped into the room, as if he didn't cared if he wasn't invited or not.

"You're not sick. HIV is only the status of your disease and you're doing very much ok. Not a sentence, Ayaka..Please, let me come to you.." She shrugged her shoulders as she kept on refusing his advances. Suggesting to go with one of the girls here.

"Use one of your girls. Or maybe Lina. She looks so desperate to have fun with you, though." Cat watched him roll up his eyes, being annoyed when she had pronounced that name.

"That woman is too tired to have fun with me now. She needs to face the facts that she is an old expired lady that would probably die soon. Since the meds she's been taking are not cooperating with her, that much now.." She raised her eyebrows in confusion. Lina was sick and since when?

"What do you mean?"

"Not all antiviral meds have good side effects. Ayaka. They may have bad ones. Keller has been trying to take care of her, lately, but I only think, he's just wasting his time." So Lina was starting to die, here? Cat didn't noticed anything about the barmaid being that much sick.

"And I think we need another doctor in here.."had added the guy back to her surprise. What's wrong with having Vincent around here who did his job, so well appreciated by the girls? Being so quiet, obidient and patient, mostly.

"How's that?"

"Ever since the guy had started the job, I've noticed that he has gotten a little too pale here as if he tried to not threw up his insides out of his system. I think, he's been sick as he had to take care of the girls.."had explained Àlvarez as he folded his arms against his chest as he went on.

"I know, he's been trying to do his best despite being a star towards the ladies around and despite his medical degree as an ER. But I really think the guy needs a break or else, he's going to explode like the others doctors that I've brought inside here. Either they fired themselves or shot themselves to spare the pain. I just hope that Keller won't end up like them.."

Cat wondered what Àlvarez had meant by that. It was true, Vincent did looked a bit pale whenever she saw him around, including this night and right after she had finished by whipping Natasha's ass. He had come in and did quite looked pale with dark bags under his eyes. Too tired or he wasn't able to endure all the torturing screams he had went through from his office. With the hearing sound he has as a beast, it was way more unbarable for him and especially whenever he was around her.

And that necklace, that she never had taken off ever since Àlvarez gave it to her. Vincent looked like he was starting to lose his powers or something like that. Something was wrong with him, but what?

'If I ever get to finish this mission, I'll take it off and walk away from Vincent for good..' Or would she?

He told her that he changed and looked sincere from her view. Very, like he was slowly begging her to take him back. But she refused him. She strongly been trying to ignore that bad feeling of loving him, every freaking day and night. However, these hauntening hazel eyes kept coming back to her mind all over again. He looked up at her, afraid of whatever he was staring at, including at the person he once had known and loved before she had become such a monster. Which made her feel so mad. Vincent made her feel that pain and remorse. Cat closed up her eyes as she dropped her hands down her sides. Starting to feel very angry of these unforfetting feelings and pictures of Vincent Keller. A man she had known before, being the good man that he has trying to prove to her by saving people and saving her as well. Him, loving her as he would make love to her and kissing and savouring her. Her lips, her neck, her collarbone her breasts, her pricky nipples, her bottom. Her private parts as he would lick them as he would burst and rubbing her inside and making her scream with pleasure. The guilt of love.

There were times when a very living and vibrant Vincent would had made her feel burning and make her feel alive, making her bring out the real woman out of her. But that man was now gone and for good. He was dead and whatever remained was nothing to the original. What stood in front of her eyes, it was just a shadow. Vincent Keller's shadow. Oh God, why?

How dare he could still make her feel like that? How dare he could make her still love him? She punched the wall with a very tightened fist, out of anger as shaken and cracking sobs that camed out, from her closed eyes.

"Damn you, Vincent! I hate you so much!" Catherine had lashed out the shout that had been locked inside of her cursed heart for weeks as she let herself fall down onto the shower's floor. She brought up her knees close with her arms around them and bend her head down to them as she continued to cry out her heart out, like a little girl. Despite being slapped by the water that kept on falling onto her naked body. Crying for a man who she had sworn, she would never have the courage to cry or to even have the guts to feel anything good about him.

Including by loving him.

...

There she finally had made it. She made the move, for good. Hasn't she? If so, then why was she doing in the library here? At this early morning, looking like a student as for cover?

And peaking up her eyes to the books, lately?

Tori wanted to find a way to control her visions, without panicking this time and without creating a huge mess or disaster. Take that event with Vincent who almost had tried to kill her before, in full beast mode into the bathroom. Not that she had seen it happen, in other way. This new 'gift' was starting to make her feel like she has been the bad one with a curse.

Undeserved curse, to say and out to control here. She felt like that freak girl from Stephen King's most popular book Carrie here and when the main character had discovered that she had telekinesis powers through her unknown father's side as she tried to learn how to control her new gift and hoping to escape her religious mother and to attend the prom that she's been asked from the most popular guy into the school, at last.

However, things didn't ended as a happy ending here. Because high school kids had transformed themselves into monsters after they succeded on traping her with a bowl of pig's blood here and right after she and her prom date had been declared as king and queen of the prom here. So full of a uncontroling rage, Carrie had decided to finish them off, all of them, including her mother at the end of the book.

With that cursing and genetic so-called gift. Seriously? What was she thinking? She's not moving things here. She's seeing them. Past and future, and mostly dead people, like Tyler. Gabe's ex or dead girlfriend and despite being suspected of having to do anything with her killing, he has romantic feelings for Cat.

And with that New Jersey cop that comes to threat him about dragging him jail, still freaked her out. Medina might come back again, but with a more solid proof as he vowed he would catch Gabe and mostly her too. After all, she used to be Curt Windsor's daughter and once kidnapped and 'rescued' by an certain and unknown Vincent Keller who was supposed to play dead, in order to escape his makers and despite her encouraging words about keeping his secret being safe from anyone around. Maybe, Medina held Vincent as a suspect as well into his list. Oh God. That guy could be pricky. She still remembered that night when Medina had come over to the appartement and while Gabe took things over, she remained hidden to her room and listening to their conversation. By peaking up from her half openning up door.

"Count on my words, Lowan. I'll find out about what happened that night.."had added Medina.

"You have no proof here, so you'll be wasting your time by asking me questions and expecting me to give you an answer that I don't have.."

"What about Windsor's daughter, Tori?"

"What about her?"

"It's weird. One day and out of nowhere, she was kidnapped by the people who were after her late father's messy buisness with the authories of the states and threatened to kill her and out of nowhere, a certain dead guy named comes to save her who ended up severely shot as he did saved her.." Medina followed back.

"So after he's been revealed to the public as an standing alive person, they started to date, going to charities and on the red carpets like celebrities. However, after an almost unfounturnate incident, after it almost costed her life, for a second time. Windsor gets a warning from the court that if she approaches Keller and even by five centimeters and close, she'll go to prison..That's weird, don't you think? One day, they were glued like a couple and the next day, they are at each other's throats here. Well, she does and the most of it becomes the stalker here-"Here comes the threats. The guy sure did his research.

"Miss Windsor is not a stalker here. She just needs some adjustement on her own for a while. You know, things with her father's death weren't so easy and she used to hang around Keller because she felt alone and unsafe. But now, she's trying to get back on her feet.."

"Trying to be stable.." What? Did Medina thought of her as an unstable person now?

"Not the way you're thinking.."

"And you know what I'm thinking, Lowan? I'm thinking you're lying to me. Not only about Tyler, but about Windsor, Keller and Chandler too." What did he meant?

"In other words?"

"You know other than your girlfriend's murder, I'm also invastigating another case. Reynolds's. One; Detective Chandler, his own biological daughter arrests him for conspiracy of murder. Murder that comes from the events back Afghanistan experimental and illegal things. Two; A bullet was found at the crime scene covered in blood right after Chandler had finished her report with Agent Hendricks and turns out that she has been caught lying.."It stopped her from breathing for a moment. "Hendricks made her re-do another report which she still states her own version once again and denials all the possibility of an third person being involved into the crime scene which Hendricks had her suspended from her work and gun.." No wonder, Cat wasn't able to defend herself and protecting her from the lawyers who were after them, after knowing the father and daughter's deadly secret. Goodness, Vincent came just in time to save her. Her and not Cat by unleashing out his fangs and claws out by slaying them alive.

But how did Medina had figured this out?

"And three; Vincent Keller comes out from the shadows, after almost eleven years. Well mostly from the hospital when he gave a clear statement that he was alive. And recovering from a gunshot and exit wound that could have had killed him in a day, without care. Turns out that it was Windsor who helped him to come out, don't you think?"

"I don't know what are you talking about.."had added Gabe back. He really tried to be careful with his own words. As the cop went on."But what about that bullet, so? It finally turned out not a match to Chandler's gun, but from what I've heard from Hendricks, he did mention about you being next to her side when he had to confront her about hiding out the truth-"But Gabe stopped him as he tried to defend Cat's honor with respect depite, he had gone a little too much passionate when it came to Cat.

"The man was accusing her of lying when she and her father both said the same exact truth! There was no one into the crime scene, but the two of them-"

"Then explain me as I was a five year old kid here, Lowan. How did the bullet was found there, in the next day? When Hendricks and his team were doing a final check-up to the crime scene? How did it ended as an unmatched bullet from Chandler's gun?"had angered Medina cutting off the ex-beast from making up excuses. "Did she or did she not had shot someone, in the night of the arresting scene? Someone who tried to attacked them, like a dog?" She did see that for a moment, Gabe stood frozen as if he had got caught by the very angered cop.

"Or was it Vincent Keller in the way?" Even as she peaked out from the half opening door from her room, Tori could have sworn that Gabe stood up in shock right in front of an very tall man with long dark hair, brown eyes and and unshaved like he had spent hundred of sleepless nights. Tall and broad shoulders and looked european, he wore dark clothes like a crowl, with his hands into his pockets as he stared right back at Gabe with an accusing glare and mixed emotions through his angry eyes. She had seen him in the news and despite Gabe's back, she had recognized him. Detective Santiago Medina. And he knew something about Reynolds's case and looked like he wanted to track Cat and Vincent down with the truth. And maybe exposing Vincent as a beast, as well.

"I know that you're afraid. So am I. But you'-you've got nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to appolegize for. But got a great story to tell. Vincent Keller. War hero. No one has to know about our secret and they won't. We can do this Vincent. Together." She had tried to comfort Vincent when he was held in bed back at the hospital and was there at his side when he needed comfort. From hers. She promised him that nothing bad was going to happen to them both. What a dumb promise she made. It's never going to stop.

Oh God. She was just wrong. One day, beasts or hunters would found and kill him and nor Cat or her would be able to save him, even if it was from himself.

And maybe, only maybe, her psychic power would maybe help her from prevent it to happen. If she could find a way to control it, and soon. Only.

And living with Veronica, her mother's bestfriend wasn't such a bad idea, after all and since she moved out from Gabe's loft, ever since three days ago, she never had felt better. More quiet and at peace with herself, at least for now. She should feel safe. But it didn't stopped her from jumping out from bed to grab an green sweater with a new pair of jeans, tied up her hair to an messy ponytail, wore boots and an black coat with a backpack and dragged out from Veronica's place to come up here, the next morning. Veronica Vasquez.

A woman whom she never had known till now, had shown up to her face saying that Curt had once blackmailed her, for something she shouldn't have had seen and now that he was dead, he couldn't hurt her anymore now. Because, it wouldn't hurt her to show her the truth about Windsor. A sort of called monster, as it seems. Daddy who never had taught her how to control her about the other part of herself, but it was going to be different now. She has take care of herself from now on and without any help from anyone, including Vincent. He had enough problems on his hands and been away from two weeks lately. Helping an girls club or more like helping Cat, in a way from what she has heard from J.T.

And Gabe in all this? This guy was acting weird, lately. Not only he was getting worried over her scar as he thought it would become infection which didn't happen, thank God. But there were nights and before going to bed, that she sneaked out and watched him read something from his desk and that was getting his attention. Something strange.

She remembered before leaving his loft, peaking up down to his desk while Gabe was out and talking to his lawyer. The chances of Medina coming back with a warrant were high, cause the guy knew something and it was bad. Tori remembered checking up the old letters that dated from 1852 being adressed to Rebecca Reynolds. Catherine's anscestor.

Rebecca Reynolds. These old letters were adressed to an certain Rebecca Reynolds and from the handwriting it did looked that it wasn't from yesterday. It was from years. Some guy named Alistair. They were so many hanging on the desk. Love letters that Alistair was writing and describing about an epidemy going through the streets that many people were dying and mostly by influenza, tuberculosis and mostly by another undeterminated disease that came along, which he had was unidentified by then. Poison from a deadly gem that was infecting hundred of beasts around the streets, including an certain countess Ingrid Tatiana Windsor, was one of them. She was the one who brought the disease into town, because of the sickened and cursed gem that she wore and couldn't take it off as if it was stuck onto her skin.

Coincidence? A beast female from the past that used to have the same very last name as hers? No, it just can't be. They were totally different people and she won't let herself fall into that anscestor obsession, like it did for Cat. Ingrid Tatiana Windsor.

She was the cause of the sudden epidemy and this Alistair believed he was also infected by the poison itself. Describbing the symptoms to these letters. That came by uncontrolling anger, adrenaline rushing out, headaches, fever, rashes deep purple ones stuck into the body, vomit, blindness and slowing death. All coming from a stupid gem and an very important countess like Ingrid who believed it was a cure. A cure to be healed from the monster inside of her deadly blood, would infect many others, like him. A beast.

The heck? Could this be true? Beasts can die from a gem now? From Catherine's anscestor Rebecca or from another unknown gem? Tori could still remember Alistair's hopeful, but sadenned words like they were his last words and hoping Rebecca would read them, in order to save him.

'Rebecca,every living human people like me would keep on dying before their time. All because of an deadly gem that I managed to get rid off from Ingrid. But it was already too late for epidemy is slowly killing everyone. And despite an very working antidote I've managed to make with the help of a friend, it was too late to save her, refusing any help and my own help. Ingrid stated that she wanted to join her soulmate, Charles Caffrey, an hunter but human, to the heavens if there were any place left for the two of them out there. A place for beasts like herself, if sin can be forgiven. Ingrid ordered me to run back to you and saying that I belonged with you, was the real cure. It was her last words, Rebecca.

Rebecca, you have to believe me when I said there was no other better woman than you who could love a man like me. You loved me and I know from deep down from our undying love, that you never gave up on me, despite I had left you and can't wait on coming back to you. My love, please wait for me so I can die as an happy man.' Oh God. Alistair was dying by the time he was writing this letter? Did Rebecca rushed out to him in time or he had run back to her side?

Did they had their happily ever after?

"You belong with Vincent.." Those words were the same she had once told to Catherine when she laid dying inside of that dunjeon. But this Ingrid didn't had the chance to survive, like she had and thanks to Cat, by the way or else she would had been dead by now.

"I'm not gonna let this happen!" She swored to her cursing breath and grabbed the books one by one in order for her to study and learning more about her new 'gift'. And to confront Gabe about those letters. Alistair's letters to Rebecca and this Ingrid, another female and sick beast.

But she had known that it wasn't going to be resolved in one day.

...

"Look, Regan, I cannot talk to you now. I'm kinda busy here.."Between his computers, books that were barely hanging on line from university and HIV research and from a little fur ball beast who was eating his lunch and drinking up his water, Ed, looked way more relaxed than he used when he first moved into the club with Vincent and with a few other strangers along. J.T. felt like his own place was being violated once again. The whole club was a living mess, clothes and babies toys were all over on the living room. The sink was covered with unwashed dishes from breasfast and take-outs from chinese and thai restaurants were left unfinished with its chopsicks on the counter. Beds were unmade and the couch from the living room had a bad smell that no one wanted to ask. Damn, Ash.

"About Vincent, I don't know the guy's been busy with work, lately. And Carl hasn't made anything yet, so we're okay.." But I really think,you should call the cops really. He wanted to add as he had hung up his phone before the blond haired girl could answer him back and sighed in defeat. It's been two weeks since the letters incident and nothing bad had occured since then. J.T. had thought for a second that everyone could go back into their lives, now that Carl hasn't appeared or that everything he had heard about was simply a joke. But putting blood into Vincent's houseboat was a joke?

It's bed sheets, it could be replaced with some bleaching magic. They should be okay, but he was wrong. It wasn't gonna be okay. Not to him. Not to Regan. Not to Vincent or to the others members of the club, including the kid and the dog.

That's why, he had left Tess a text, last night. He desperately needed help and advice from Cat's bestfriend and partner here.

Oh God, when he had first saw little Vincent moving into the club with his blond haired mother, he thought his own heart would have melt for a second. That little kid looked so much like Carl, but more like Vincent in a way. Maybe because of the strengh that kid carried on and how quiet he was whenever he was around the group, except Vincent whom had never meet him, since he had been away for work at the club and came back home, in the very late of night.

J.T. had often wondered if Regan's kid carried the burden of being tracked by his own and crazy father. That dog, Ed seemed to like him with him being so quiet and silent as little Vincent was born as a mute kid. Or more like he had been too shocked ever since his own and delicate mother had been attacked by his own called father. While he'd been with his mother's aunt. Attorney Dianna Bennett, at this horrible moment.

And his own buddy Vincent was starting to scare him. Lately, Vincent had tried to not let his anger get the better of him, but the more he had done that, the more he looked sicker, like whatever was inside of him was eating and suffocating him alive. One event, J.T. had noticed the way Vincent had been walking from two weeks ago. At first thought, the bruise looked like an accident something like Vincent had tripped into some rock or whatever that would slowly had faded away faster, but it didn't.

Cause it still stayed stuck onto the palm of his foot. Purple as had seen it when Vincent was walking around on bare morning, J.T. had asked what was going on with him as he watched him trying to not limp around the club as he was getting ready to go to work, at the club. And Vince did looked like he was getting tired and seemed a bit pale than usual here, like a ghost despite as he waved him with his hand as if it was a way to assure J.T. who looked quite unsure here. "You're okay?"

"It's just a stupid bruise, J.T. I must have had tripped into something without I even noticed. It's gonna go away, easily..Don't worry, buddy.." had tried to assure Vincent as he stepped from the stool from the bar counter as J.T. who was still doing some work for his upcoming project for school, had noticed him walking around, strangely weird. As if he was into a silent and killing pain. He did looked unsure to this fact.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, yeah. No worries. Gotta go, see ya!"

And then came the HIV and AIDS research and borrowed books that were waiting on his desk of computers, trying to see if it can be possible for a new recharged beast to get one of these unbarable diseases from South of Africa and Asia. Vincent wasn't the kind of the one who would get sick, but ever since a bullet had almost killed him, before, J.T. didn't wanted to take any chances. He needed and deserved to know whatever the hell was going on here. J.T. knew it was worthless to worry about little things like that, but you're never to sure about anything at all.

'Better prevent it,than to heal it.'

"Hey! Lazy guy, are you still living in here?"J.T. had almost fell down from his moving chair strucked by Tess's louding voice from the entrance as her louding steps were heard from the club. Oh boy, he was still in his underwear, a simple grey and too long grey shirt that once belonged to Vincent before and dark joggings pants and used slippers

Damn, Tess came a little faster than it should and she should try keep her mouth shut and her eyes open to the surroundings here. Be quiet, woman. Eyes were watching as he stared down to the small and broken object that was onto his desk.

"Yeah. I'm still breathing here." he had answered loud enough and annoyed to her whinny attitude here. Damn, ever since that night at that hotel, she had left him alone and haven't text or even had talked to him about the status of their relationship, if there is one out there waiting for the two of them. But it wasn't for that that he had texted her for. It was urgent matter and like Vincent had said, he only wanted to do it in the right way and not the other way around.

It was for Regan. One day or another, someone had to tell the cops about the incident that had occurred back at California. And cops, like Tess were able and way more faster to track dangerous people who had hurted people and left them to die.

"I had received your text while I was doing some undercover work with Cat. What's the emergency?" Tess was coming into his way wearing a black winter coat with a white and sleeveless shirt and dark pants with her heels that matched the same color. Her unstraightened brown hair was into a mess as if she got up early or more like she had fell from her bed, on this very and early morning. And boy, did she looked more pissed than ever?

But, she still looked attractive, despite the mess and the behavior that he had gotten used to it. The professor managed to restrain his glasses right back and in front of his eyes as he cleared up his throat or more like he tried to shake off an very sexy picture of Cat's bestfriend. With or without clothes. Damn, J.T.!

"A long story about some guy that calls himself the California's new stalker and not only he's after one of my friends, he's also her sick and violent husband."He blurted out in the most quickest way as he had expected that it would turned out to be.

"What are you talking about?"Just great! He almost had forgotten that he was talking to a cop here and not to a student. He stood up from his chair and managed to get down into buisness here.

"Heard about an woman Regan Bennett, that was stabbed five to seven times and was left to die, at her home, almost three months ago and around at the same time when Vincent made into public?" He took the object from his desk as he watched her eyebrows frowning into confusion as she tried to go through with her thoughts along with her brown big eyes that looked away for a minute. She kept on thinking on that name.

"Mostly, maybe..Why is she into trouble? Her sick husband had managed to find her, here?"

"Looks like it.."He dropped the mini camera device down on the floor and the same one, that he had found stuck into a corner of the wall of the living room, last night. As if it meant that his own privacy had been violated by a mad man who wanted revenge, not only to all of them, but to Regan and to Vincent. Confused, Tess looked down to the small camera that had been dropped down to the ground and looked back up at J.T.'s frowning eyes.

"You think it's Murfield, that has been after you?"But he shook his head, denying all evidence from Vincent's old trackers. It wasn't them, this time.

"No, I don't think so. But I think that's the stalker that has been after me and all of us here. Including Vincent and Regan, the friend who has been left to die after being stabbed by her own and crazy husband and violated my privacy-"

"I need a name, J.T."Tess had cut him off with a growl back. She could always do her research as a cop later, but she needed an name. A way to start her invastigation here. Here goes nothing as J.T. took a deep breath and followed with arms open wide as he surrounded himself. Defeated as he gave a name to the tall lady.

"Carl Patrowaski. I believe he's been after us. Me, Ash, Jeffrey, Regan and her son, and mostly but not last, Vincent."

There, the truth was finally out. J.T. felt bad about breaking the gang's trust, including Regan's, but Vincent won't feel it anything bad to it, since his buddy had done the right thing that should had been done than have to wait for the devil to finish anyone that he so cherished and loved still.

...

Here it goes. Not my best shot here, but I finally did it! Sorry for being late here! I tried to finish this chap as fast as I could here, but it wasn't easy when you have a fucking and stupid writer's blocking spot here.

Looks like Vincent is learning more about the buisness that Àlvarez is into and it's not only about having crazy wife issues here and I believe he's more aware of the disease that would might try to kill him soon. If he doesn't try to stop from spreading it. Looks like Cat has self issues here with the hitting job she has and with the feelings she still carries for Vincent. Would she be able to get out of this mess, before it gets into her?

Gabe might be caught in a lie and Tori is trying to control her new power on her own without any help from anyone here and had found out about the letters that Gabe had tried to keep away lately. An certain and dying beast Alistair, that has been trying to reach Rebecca, Cat's ancestor, with his letters and warned her about an far too familiar epidemy that might strick back down into town, after many years ago.

And J.T.? Might as well tell the truth about Regan's crazy husband to Tess. Even if it might hurt the blond haired girl.

Thank you again with all your precious support beasties! I really appreciate it. Keep writing your thoughts back to me! Stay tuned for the next chap! Love you!