A/N: I just re-read all the chapters and I must say I have a strong distaste for the story at the moment. Faye sounds awfully like a damsel in distress and that wasn't my intention. I'll try to get that changed in the next few chapters, so she's that strong person once again just like the show managed to portray her.

Jake's anger seemed to grow with every bit of new information he acquired.

'So you have the address?' his voice was filled with what sounded like anticipation.

'Yes, I've been there once' said Diana

'Then what are we still doing here?' Cassie said before anyone could add anything else and headed for the door.

'Wouldn't it be wise to first come up with a plan?' asked Adam following Cassie, Diana right behind him.

'There's no time' came a short answer from Jake as the door to the abandoned house was forced shut.

For the past sixty five minutes, she'd been watching Callum's meticulous preparations. She observed how his big-knuckled hands grinded some herbs into fine powder and how he went on to add unknown liquids to end up with a fetid smelling mixture. He then proceeded to lighten up multiple candles only to collect the wax once they've melted. He acted as if she was no longer here; which to some extent was rather encouraging in developing some hope on her side, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that somehow, this made his behaviour less predictable and hence more dangerous. Worry for Melissa kept her thoughts erratic. She was nowhere in sight and she had no idea what Callum's done to her. As long as he remained in her line of vision; she could look into the possibility that she was safe; as much safe as one could be in a situation like this. Her head pounded. How she wished, she could take that tape of her lips; being mute, robbed her of any chance she might have had in getting out of this place. She could threaten him with the Circle or anything else that came to mind. She woul-

Suddenly his daunting form was in front of her. Before Faye had the chance to wonder about what he was going to do, his hand was ripping off the tape. She hissed in pain. Mouth wide, she took a couple of deep breaths. She then looked up to see a mad sparkle in his eyes.

' I need you to drink this' he whispered, each word clear.

'I think you're confusing me for some psycho girl who drinks something that even a rat wouldn't touch'

'I don't think you have a choice'

He lifted the bowl-shaped cup and pressed it against her lips while lifting her head upwards. She had no option but to swallow. It burnt. He kept pouring the liquid into her mouth until she began choking, Coughing, she sputtered whatever remained.

'That'll do'

He moved away and began fetching some of his weird creations; the wax mixed with tiny granules of copper among other things. Callum started pouring the thick substance around her chair, while she tried to control her breathing and think of anything that could stop him from completing whatever it was he was doing. Only though, she began feeling rather strange; an uncomfortable hot sensation settled in her body as her vision began blurring. She wanted to rest her eyes so badly, but she knew she had to fight it. Struggling against the urge of closing them, she heard shouting.

'FAYE!' it was Cassie.

What was she doing here?

More shouting; she found it hard to keep up. Voices seemed to blur into one and her eyes refused to work properly. After what seemed an eternity, she felt hands untying the ropes that kept her connected to the chair. She needed to concentrate; she focused her eyes on the person in front of her. Jake.

'Can you stand?'

'Yeah', her voice sounded braver than she felt.

Faye pushed herself up. Yet, the moment she did so, her head felt like it was made of feathers and her legs gave up.

A/N: Please leave a review, what are your thoughts on where the story is going?