Author's Note: I think this may have been my favorite chapter to write. It's dark sprinkled with humor. Dark humor! My favorite kind!

Sorry it's not very long, though. It's been forever since I updated this story, I thought you guys deserved a little something. It's been extremely difficult to find a way to get these two characters to like each other, but I think they might FINALLY click. Every scenario I've had to try and get these two characters together, they keep repelling and someone is using/abusing the other, so finding a balance has been difficult.

Summary: In the thousands of years that she's been alive, Kila has only loved one person. Leah is the reincarnation of that love, and when she meets her, will find any way to stay in town and get to know her. Leahxoc, femslash.

Chapter 9

Hey- Who Turned Out the Lights?

When Kila finally came to, and was in complete control of herself, she groaned at the pain that accompanied it. "God, my head…" The woman sat up, her memory fuzzy, eyes and throat dry/irritated…. Her hand, unusually cool, felt nice against her forehead.

She felt nice, that is, until she realized where she was.

Or, more specifically, what was around her.

"Crap. Who the hell did I kill?" She groaned, looking at all the blood and bodies around her. It was worse than a slaughter house; blood painting the walls red, several eye balls lined up on the counter, various body parts in organized in piles around the room… blues music playing?

Are you, are you
Coming to the tree
Where the dead man called out
For his love to flee.

"Okay… first things first… do they have coffee here?" She asked to no one in particular. The dark woman stood, clad in leather and fur lingerie, and walked over to the kitchen, avoiding stepping on various pieces of muscle and tissue lying about. "Good, there's a coffee maker. Great first step."

Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

She opened the cupboard, luckily not contaminated by blood, and a bag of ground coffee beans with a sticky note addressing her sat right in front. The sticky note, in the shape of a heart, was written in cursive and excessive 'i's dotted with hearts.

'Dear Kila,

Good morning, Sunshine~! Black out you took care of werewolf ass holes.

Love,

You!'

"Black-out-me sounds like a chipper ass hole from Hell." She grumbled, beginning to make her coffee. On the back of the note, she found a 'PS: ½ n ½ in fridge!', in which she promptly checked and found it as promised. "Black-out-me also likes to drink, have sex, and kill a bunch of people without informing me first." She muttered, feeling an all too familiar hang over plaguing her body. In the process of preparing her coffee, she found another note. This one splattered with blood, and much longer.

She braced her head as a fuzziness clouded her senses, and when it passed, returned her attention to the coffee.

After she got the coffee started, she began reading the note.

'Dear Kila,

I hope you enjoy your coffee. It's your favorite brand.' Kila started to read, grumbling yet again and waiting anxiously for the coffee to finish brewing. 'I really don't want you to hate me. I mean, you are me, after all. It would be pretty awkward if you hated yourself.' Kila, as she was reading, was thinking about how she'd murder her if she weren't a hidden part of her subconscious mind. 'Anyway, what you should know:

1. I know it feels like you had a lot of sex, but you actually just masturbated. A lot. Maybe once or twice in front of other masturbating people.

2. All people that saw you masturbate are organized into pieces, specifically categorized on how much I hated them. I tortured them to our heart's content! You don't want to know the details. Well, if you really wanted to, you can try and remember. Any who, they paid dearly for hurting Lati. Just like the other ones.

3. I felt like we needed a vacation. So I flew around to various poor countries and killed ass holes that deserved it. Believe me, it was quite the stress reliever! We really needed it! I can't believe just how many knots were in our shoulders!

4. The room you are currently in has 50 different explosives hiding in various different body parts/places. Watch your step!' After reading that, Kila froze.

Bombs.

There are 50 bombs in this room.

Just how crazy am I?!

'They're set to go off at 9 PM Thursday.' Quickly, she looked around for something with the time on it, and on the wall adjacent to her found a round clock ticking away. Several wires were attached to it, connecting to a severed head, a torso, a… something else she couldn't recognize.

6:05

No way to tell if it's AM or PM. The blinds are closed, duct-taped shut.

Coffee is done. "Thank God or Goddess… or It. This is no time for a discussion on the existence of religious deities, Kila." She rambled, and scolded, grabbed a coffee cup from another cupboard, and began preparing her coffee with cream. After she started sipping it again, she went back to reading the letter.

'I'm writing this on Tuesday, so you should be up tomorrow, on Wednesday.

5. There's a duffel bag in the drawer by the fridge. It has clothes, wallet, passport, and your cell phone. Lati has called a lot. She misses us.

6. Don't worry, the building will be evacuated by the time the bombs go off. Can't say for certain about people outside the building, though… 50 explosives is a lot…. Should dispose of the bodies, though, and any evidence tying you to them. Don't worry, I was thorough. No one will know it was us.

7. I've been in control of your body for approximately 3 months… have fun explaining that to Lati!

8. As you can tell, your injuries have healed. You're welcome for suffering through 2 months of a broken leg and arm. It sucked.' Kila laughed loud and suddenly, absolutely giddy that the deranged psychopath, regardless of the body it hosted, experienced some sort of pain.

'9. I love you, you sexy beast! Now go make love to our beautiful lover!'

Kila sighed and continued sipping her coffee.

The room, although smelled terribly of blood and decaying tissue, luckily didn't have the stench of human waste. Kila guessed that their bowels had been removed, specifically with the purpose to avoid the smell.

Suddenly remembering the phone messages the letter had mentioned, she turned in her seat and got up to look for it. The duffel bag, right where she said it would be, was full of stuff.

The phone was right on top.

Kila reached for the phone and began checking her text messages.

Leah: where r u?

Leah: hello?

Leah: r u ok? Y did you leave?

Leah: I miss u.

Leah: please, answer me.

Leah: I've left a bunch of voicemails… I'm worried. Did the werewolves hurt u?!

Leah: I miss u. please answer me.

Leah: Kelsey, please respond.

Leah: I love u. please. Tell me anything. Anything to let me know that u're safe.

The dark-haired girl took a deep breath, and sighed. Her heart was breaking in two.

30 more messages, reading the same thing. 100 voicemails.

As she sat there, drinking her coffee and listening to all the voicemails from the Quilleutte Tribe, tears began falling down her face.

Why did I have to fall asleep….?

1.

Kelsey: I'm sorry for everything… it's hard to explain. I never would have willingly put you through that pain. I love you too. Is it too late for me to come home?

Leah had been sitting there, stunned, for just over an hour.

Her brain had stopped working.

She couldn't even comprehend the words. She had to read them, over, and over, and over again, not understanding it. It might as well have been a foreign language.

"… Kelsey… is alive…?" She croaked.

After a few more minutes, she finally made a coherent train of thought, which led to the dialing of Kelsey's number.

It rang once, and the familiar voice caused her chest to ache.

"Leah?"

She's alive.

"Y-y-y-you're… alive." Leah stuttered out, her bloodshot eyes wide and staring blankly at the sea turtle painting on the wall. "I thought you were dead."

"It's hard to explain what happened…. I'd understand if you never wanted to see me again."

"No! Where are you!? I can come to you!"

"I'm in Seattle… do you by chance know where my car is?"

"You left it at Emily's, remember?" Leah asked, confused yet so excited she thought she was going to burst. "Please come back. I love you."

"I love you, too. I'll be there as soon as possible, I need to rent a car."

"Emily and I can pick you up. She'll be so thrilled to see you again! Where should we pick you up?"

3.

Emily, with Leah, drove the Tesla to Seattle to pick up Kila. It was not a quiet drive.

"Where do you think she's been all this time? Do you think she attacked those werewolves?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"I mean, she killed all of those other wolves… for me. Me! Wow, I wonder how long she's liked me? How romantic is it that she did that?"

"Pretty darn romantic. Nothing like killing in the name of love to get the love juices flowing."

"You're just jealous. I have a girlfriend that's super strong and romantic and you don't. She's amazing."

"She's also old." Emily commented, a knowing smile on her face.

"Psh, she's not that much older than I am. And besides, age doesn't matter to me. I'm in love." Leah stated, a bubbly smile encompassing her face.

Emily couldn't help but roll her eyes. Even though she had been rooting for them to get together for well over a year now, now that they're finally a couple… she couldn't help but wonder if Kila had been right about Leah being too young. Since Kila had disappeared, Leah hadn't once questioned the woman's motives for anything other than honorable reasons. In fact, during the time apart, she'd begun obsessing over her.

Kila is a cold-blooded murderer. She admitted it to Emily some time ago, and she didn't give much mind to it at the time since her actions proved her motives were pure. But that was before she randomly ran off, killed an entire pack of wolves, and bloodied her entire living room because she was too stubborn to have a vampire fix her up. If Leah is too blind to realize her imperfections, she could fall into a dangerous relationship.

"She's been gone for a long time… you might want to be careful and not get your hopes up."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean… how much do you really know about her?"

"I know that's she's constantly been there for me for the past few years, and I love her. She's beautiful, amazing, strong-"

"But what about where she grew up? When she grew up? Do you know anything about her family?"

"I guess I'll find out, won't I?" She said, smiling wide and bouncing in her seat.

Emily, hoping that the radio would cause conversation for the rest of the trip to subside, turned up the volume. The melodic voice of Jennifer Lawrence sang into the car, and although beautiful, didn't create the calming environment that woman had hoped for.

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree.