Hello all! Thank you so much for all the kind reviews! They really mean a lot to me! So now, here is the very late second chapter! I'm sorry the update took so long. Sadly, as some might know, my father by some strange magical ability he has called 'Can'tWorkWithTechnology,' wiped out my hard drive. And with it, the second chapter of this story, as well as partially completed updates for most of my other UH stories. D:

Very sad, I know. But, it's Friday, I'm running on nothing but coffee and the unmistakable burst of inspiration, and now, my friends, I go on to write into the night to finish this while my muse allows it. Sorry, it's another short chapter, but I wanted to spice things up a little and the only want to do that is with this cliffhanger. :D

Please enjoy, and review! I take and encourage constructive criticism! Thank you, loves!

Disclaimer: I do not own Unnatural History, or it's characters. I only take credit for the plot-line of this story.

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"Henry?" the voice was distant, unnoticed, unimportant. It's whisper went completely past the ears of the two teenagers that stood in the dimly lit boiler room. They found themselves lost in the emotion swimming in their eyes.

The dark chocolate orbs where glassy with fear, confusion, hurt, and behind it all, a small, flickering sign of hope. She opened her mouth to speak, but only an inhuman choking sound came out, tears streaming from those brown eyes like rivers.

The gray counterpart's own eyes were filled with concern and worry, and yet, what seemed to shine through more clearly than anything was determination. He wrapped his strong arms around the suddenly frail body of the young women, and she leaned into his embrace. He rested his chin atop her head, closing his gray orbs and breathing in her intoxicating smell.

"Maggie?" the distant whisper had come closer now, turned into a normal speaking tone, echoing vibrations tumbling around the room. Neither looked up to acknowledge the words, because neither truly heard them. It was them, lost in their emotions. Henry started to stroke the women's hair soothingly as her body wracked with sobs. Maggie shook her head slightly, but didn't move to pull away. She felt so completely safe here, in the arms of one of her closet friends, and the idea was almost appalling for a moment. She quickly pushed back the voice inside her head trying to reason with her.

He's using you, Margaret. He doesn't love you, no one could love you. It sneered, but Maggie only pressed closer to the boy, her hands wrapping around him. She buried her head to his chest, inhaling his distinct scent and sighing contently.

"Guys! Where are you!" the now yell was joined with the scratching and clattering of metal, the boiler room door fighting to be opened. A figure emerged from the shadows moments later, eyes boring at the sight before them.

At last, the two teens heard the calling voice, and jumped apart as the figure stood before them, watching carefully. Maggie stuck her arm behind her back, tugging down the sleeve. "Jasper?" Henry tested, a hand still at the small of the women's back in comfort.

Maggie shifted slightly, moving to latch onto Henry again, but quickly stopping herself. Henry stood still beside her, eyes staring ahead. She glanced in his direction and his eyes shifted to meet hers. The air around the room was hot and stuffy, had it been that way moments before?

"Did I. . . interrupt something?" Jasper asked slowly, eyes darting from Henry to Maggie. They were filled with a sense of hatred and anger, all Jasper-like qualities gone.

Henry glanced at Maggie again, and she gave a curt shake of her head. "No, Jasper, we were just-"

"Studying!" Maggie chimed in, all aspects of pain lost from her voice. She was trying her best to look believable, as if she hadn't been crying, and wasn't upset. Henry, though, with his trained eye and understanding of her personally, could see straight through her. Her slightly slumped shoulders and bad posture showed all the signs of distress. He rubbed circles on her back, glad to offer comfort that Jasper couldn't see.

"Why would you be studying in the boiler room?" he muttered, and it was plain to see he was trying desperately to control his outrage. There was another clanking sound, one of the many that tainted the dark boiler room. "Where are your books?" he pressed, his hands balling into fists.

The two watched carefully, neither saying a word. They had been caught, and it was clear Maggie didn't feel comfortable sharing her experience with the boy she'd know for years. "Listen Jasper, it's not what it looks like."

"Oh save it Henry. Forget it." he shouted, clenched fists shaking. Maggie tensed agents his hand still stroking her back. Henry glanced at her, carefully analyzing her. She stared straight ahead, but there was something different, something wrong with her gaze. It was as if she wasn't actually there. Had Henry been watching Jasper, he might have seen his eyes flash completely black, staring down into the women's eyes. Within an instant, they returned to their normal state, and Jasper turned on his heels and stalked out of the room.

Everything happened so quickly, Henry barely had a moment to think. At one moment, he was waving a hand in front of her dazed face, and the next, she lay limply on the cold concrete floor of the boiler room.

Henry dropped to the floor beside her, shaking her suddenly, un human, cold body. Her eyes stared up at him without seeing, and lips turning a sickening blue. Henry tugged up her sleeve, now soaked with a fresh coat of blood. Her wrist revealed the wound, pulsing and oozing more of the sticky red substance.

"Maggie, what's happening?" he whispered, frantically looking around the room and turning up nothing. Jasper was long gone, Henry was trying to stay calm, and Maggie lay lifeless.