Hey gals and guys , i am back. Happy New Years!!! After a series writers block i finally found direction!!! lol, okay so i finished this chapter, which is rather a necessary update of what's happening as oppose to something actually going on. Almost everything is from Trent's point of view which was refreshing and a bit frustrating- he's a rather complicated cookie, don't you think? lol...Anyways the characters all belong to brilliant Ms. Harrison, except for Alistair. I have to say, this fan-fiction was suppose to only be Rachel and Trent sleeping together but my imagination got out of hand and my fingers started twitching and i couldn't stop. lol Thank you for all your wonderful review.!! R&R this chapter. Thanks a ton!! Later

P.S: LIN: Luke was amazing in Hellboy II, he was such an awesome elf!!! Rather mystical i think, definitely out of the ever-after. I like Alistair every day more and more, i dunno i have a thing for crazy twisted characters. And i think I'll probably write another fanfic with him as a main focus, maybe a story with new characters or something, okay i am going to stop myself now because, i am going to get totally neurotic and start right now. Anyways thanxs a ton for the review : D

Pain. I feel pain everywhere. I cant point out where its coming from but it's everywhere. I don't know why. I feel my eyes open but i can't see a thing. Not one thing. And i can't hear a thing either. All i see is blackness. I've never felt such pain in my life. And through the mist of the pain i see many things. Memories of people. A blond man smiles. Kisten, my mind feeds me the answer. I see the people i love. Happy moments such as my mom singing happy birthday to me as a child. My dad sitting next to me, holding my hand while i was close to dieing. Trent holding me and then saying those cruel devastating words. Kisten's death. So many people, i see in the midst of pain. So many memories and so much grief; but they remind me that there's more than this overwhelming pain. I feel a complete darkness coming again, and that is worse. It robs me of my only comfort. I feel a light touch on my face. I don't know who's touching my face but it brings great comfort. Such a small gesture. I lean into it. I don't know what happened...God help me. I must be dieing.

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Trent's POV:

Heather was laying next to me, on my bed. Blond hair wild on the silk white sheets. She softly caressed my hand closest to her and i snatched it away. I could see the look of hurt in her blue eyes. But I couldn't care less. I don't care about her. I don't know what i care about anymore. I put my arms behind my head. And stared up at the ceiling.

"Do you love me?" She asked, her voice soft.

"No" I wasn't going to lie to her. I got what i wanted last night.

"I don't love you either." She was saying the truth. Our relationship has been one of convenience and nothing more. A good name in the papers, or a warm bed at night. Nothing more. When she kisses me my mind starts thinking of someone else.

I am not a fool. I realize that love is not for me. Maybe i deny myself that right, but i have every reason to. It's much too complicated and it blurs my priorities.

Being with her was one of the greatest things I've ever experienced. The electricity and burn of her touch. Our bodies together. Something inside me that I've never felt before. I longed for her with every fiber of my being. All so beautiful. It all had to end. I ended it and broke something inside her and something inside me.

If a year ago you would've asked me what was the perfect way to really get to Rachel i would've said simply killing her, a gun to her head, something to end her life. I never realized how powerful other things were. And then we began our game. Sleeping together, being with one another. And she grew inside me until i no longer wanted to harm her, but to protect her. Until i no longer thought of her of an annoyance but something more. Something i cherished. And because it could not be, this between her and I, I ended it.

I remember that day like it was today rather than months ago. I remember what i said to her and i hate myself for it. I am disgusted with myself. Disgusted that i hurt her so, disgusted that i have a woman in my bed only to forget her, but all the while thinking about her. "Because you are no longer of use to me." I was wise to choose those words. Wise because they would just be so final. I know she always thought that i only use things and people and perhaps something inside of her believed that i was using her too. She stood frozen that moment. Her eyes wide. And i knew that if i turned around and looked at her again, i couldn't bare the devastated look upon her face. I couldn't bare seeing her body frozen and just ready to collapse. I couldn't bare being the one who had done that to her.

Ever since that day i don't allow her name to be spoken aloud. I forbid it. Everybody in my household knows better. I keep away from people, women who remind me of her. I think i loved her. And i still do.

"You called me Rachel last night." I didn't look at Heather but i felt her eyes on me. I felt my body tense and my eye twitch.

"Let it go, Heather." I told her in a low voice. But as stubborn as she was she didn't.

"I don't appreciated being called the name of that whore." So much venom in her voice. I automatically looked at her. Her face paled. But she lifted her chin slightly, showing defiance.

"I don't understand what you see in her?" I gritted my teeth together. She didn't exactly know about Rachel and I, but she knew that i didn't like to hear her name.

"Get out." I simply said.

"What?" She had a confused looked on her face. She obviously wasn't expecting this. She seemed to have forgotten who she was dealing with. She seemed to have forgotten that i never cared about her and that her place in my bed could easily be replaced.

"Out."

"But-" I quickly stood up from my bed and walked around to where she was. I grabbed her arm and forcibly took her towards the door.

"What the hell do you think your doing? You asshole!" I threw her outside into the hallway. And closed the door on her.

"Trent!, Damn it! You bastard! let me get my clothes!" She kept on pounding on the door. I picked up every thing that belonged to her in the room and opened the door and threw it outside with her.

I called Quen and told him to get rid of Heather for me. She was no longer welcomed here.

"What did she do Sa'han?" I could hear him breathing on the other side. And because it was Quen i knew i couldn't lie to him I said:

"She said her name." And hung up.

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"Well gentlemen, i see you next time." I said to my visitors, standing from my chair behind my desk. They stood too and we shook hands.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Kalamack." One of the men said. I plastered a fake politician smile on my face.

While i was shaking hand with them i could hear light steps quickly approaching my office. I could hear other steps follow in more of a frenzie. In a matter of seconds Ivy Tamwood barged into my office. Jonathan and Quen soon followed. Jonathan was holding his nose. I could see blood dripping on my carpet. Quen who was behind Jonathan had a worried look on his face. I looked back at Ms. Tamwood and realize why.

When my eyes first laid on her i realize she was holding someone, cradling her in her arms. The woman she was cradling wore a white hospital gown. Her red hair was wild around her face. I saw this all when my eyes first saw Ms. Tamwood, but my mind wisely ignored the familiarity of the red hair and the thin body. When i looked at Ms. Tamwood again, it hit me like a mad-truck. Rachel was the woman laying in Ms. Tamwood's arms. Her skin looked a deadly pale, her veins were extremely visible, like painted pale blue snakes on her face and body. She looked dead. The only life to her now was her Hair. She was dead.

"Sa'han, i tired to stop her-" I looked up at Jonathan and i guess he bit back his words because of the look in my face.

I didn't realize that i had crossed the space between us. One of The gentlemen i had been making business said: "I think we will be leaving" and i only nodded.

I stood in front of Ms. Tamwood and looked at Rachel. I don't know what i was feeling. Grief, Anger, Pain? All too much. All much too magnified.

I slowly sweeped her hair from her face. And at that she gave me hope. Her head moved a bit and she was leaning into my touch. I thought she was dead. But there was still life in her.

"You have to fix this Kalamack." I looked up at Ms. Tamwood. Her oval face was tight and her eyes were pinched with worry and grief.

"What happened?" I said and i took Rachel from her arms. At first she seemed reluctant to let go but she looked into my eyes and saw something that made her let go. I walked past her and into the hallway.

And on our way Ms Tamwood spoke.

"I don't know. She collapse weeks ago, she started coughing, and bleeding, and we've tried everything. Spells, amulets, doctors, nothing works and i don't know what else to try." I could hear the desperation in her voice. "Doctors say she's...dieing...from the illness she had as a child. They don't know how to...how to change that. But you do."

"I do." I simply said. I was going to put my father's research to use. I was going to put every doctor and scientist i had in my power to save her. I needed her alive, even if she and i would never be i needed the consolation that she at least was well.

"Quen I need every doctor and scientist in under my power. We are going to save Ms. Morgan." I sounded much more confident than i truly felt.

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Over the course of a week much started changing yet everything remained the same. had my best team working to save Rachel, they treated her the same way my father's team had treated her as a child. And her body seemed to be improving. There was color back into her skin. And her breathing was somewhat normal. Her body seemed to be regaining health. Everything was okay except for one thing. She had yet to awaken.

And every day when i woke up i would go to the guestroom we were keeping her. Hoping today would be the day when her eyes open. But everyday my heart was broken yet again. And everyday i grew more agitated, angry and confused.

One night the witch, Marshall came to visit her. And because Rachel and I were no longer...together, i let him in. I stood there or rather sat on a chair watching her and watching him. And when he reached out to touch her, to caress her hand or to brush her hair i simply wanted to kill him. In my mind i imagined multiple murder scenarios all in which he was the victim. I gritted my teeth, my fingers curved into fists but i didn't kill him. I simply got up and told him: "Don't touch her." He responded with "She's not yours" and left.

Weeks later when Rachel showed no sign of waking I made a decision. My plan was simple. Yet not so simple. Some stood against it. Others supported me. My plan was to get one of the witches working for me to cast a spell. A spell that would put me to sleep and connect my mind with Rachel's. I trusted that her mind was still there.

And so the preparations went on for the night in which we would be...connected. looked at me with distrustful eyes and i told her "It's the only way." I knew somebody else could go for me, but i wanted to be the one to..find her.

And when the night came, I laid in the bed next to her. I took her hand in mine, and the spell was cast.

He he, you know the drill to be continued : D

Oh and song for Trent - Thinking of you by Katy Perry