OK it has taken me time to get this finished and time is something I have had none of recently. It is finally done and it honestly took me about 24 hours to be able to find the two minutes it would take me to upload it. Merry Xmas everyone! :D

Chapter 16 – If One Of Us Is Dead

"Where should we go? Where would she take him?" Olivia was becoming frantic. The scrolls and the information her father had given her, this case was turning into a nightmare.

"Oliviaman, it doesn't matter, if you spill your blood, they will come to you." Marcus tried placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her pacing but it didn't work. Taking a seat at the table once more, he began searching through the scrolls for something they may have missed.

Shaking her head Olivia spoke, "I was supposed to be a willing sacrifice. And what better way than to take Peter. I should have known. I shouldn't have…"

Marcus's voice, from the table, stopped her in her tracks, "Um Olivia. I found something else. It says that your blood isn't the only that is needed." Olivia's head snapped up and she jogged to Marcus's side, peering over his shoulder at the ancient Latin. "its says that the blood of one born of two worlds is needed. Although I don't really know what that means. I does say that she will watch the life of the one born of two worlds as if were her own. And then it roughly turns into the two bloods will bond to form one."

Olivia straightened her back, and thought for a moment. Then it struck her, that's why they took Peter. Not just because it would mean she would give her own life for him, but because they needed his blood to. "Does it say where the ritual needs to be done? And when?" Olivia leaned down once more, trying to make out what was left of the scroll.

"Only that it requires Hallowed ground and that it's the fourth moon after Day of the Dead. So clearly that means the fourth day, making it…" Marcus looked down at his watch, "…tomorrow night."

Olivia went back to pacing as he spoke. "Hallowed ground is a cemetery but there as lots in New Orleans." Olivia grabbed for a map of the city, the held in her bag. Laying it flat on the table, her and Marcus leaned over it searching for the right place. In red marker Olivia crossed off certain cemeteries, "Ok so we can rule out those that are no long there because of Katrina. Which bring us from 42 and leaves us with 25. 25 cemeteries and less than 24 hours to find the right one." Olivia ran a hand over her face as she tried to concentrate on the map. Marcus had taken to researching each cemetery to see if there was anything specific about them.

"Metairie Cemetery" Olivia muttered to herself, thinking why the name rang a bell.

That's is, you're almost there!

"Dad will you stop doing that! I hate it when you whisper in my ear, its so…" Olivia swatted behind her as if there were was a fly buzzing near her ear but stopped when she looked back at the name of the cemetery.

"This is it. Metairie Cemetery. This is where they have Peter." Olivia circled the cemetery that lay not to far from where they were before dropping the marker.

"How do you know?" Marcus looked up from the computer, eyeing her strangely.

"My father was cremated. He wanted to be buried at both Boston cemetery and Metairie Cemetery and so that's what we did. This is where they have Peter."

"Bishop, wake up!" water splashed over Peter's face causing him to jolt awake. His eyes searched the room and landed on Tayla, who was kneeling in front of him. "We need to get you ready. Now this might come as a shock to you but I need you just as much as I need Olivia. The blood that runs in your veins is special. You see you were not born in this…"

"…world. Yea sweetheart I know all that already." Peter cut off her sentence by finishing it. Although now that he is actually needed for this ritual he was beginning to get worried. He honestly didn't know what to expect from this woman or what was going to happen when Liv turned up, he just hoped that he could keep her safe, because the last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt or killed because of him.

He watched as Tayla walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind her. He groaned as he back of his head began to throb once more, indicating that the bump was not going away any time soon. He thought back to Olivia, who was probably trying to find him and he then thought of why he had actually left in the first place.

It wasn't that he didn't want to be there or help her out, he just needed air considering she was saying that she was willing to get herself killed just so that they could kill some demon hellbent on destroying the world.

"Oh God, Liv. Please don't come and find me!" Peter groaned once more as he let his head lean back against the wall, knocking into his bump once more.

Olivia made it to the cemetery in record time. As it was now way into mid morning, most people were already at work and it was no where near time or anyone to be on the roads. Storming up the grass to her fathers grave, she looked around to see if there were any signs of Peter or Tayla. Sighing when she found nothing, she closed her eyes and tried to find anything in her mind that would bring her to him. When nothing came, she found that there was no noise coming from the cemetery. No crickets or bats, never a good sign. Olivia thought to herself.

As she leaned against a tree, Olivia glanced out over the large area. Her eyes fell on a crypt off in the distance. The wiccan pentacle catching her eye, she pushed off the tree and made a bee line for it.

"Olivia is going to kill you and your friend." Peter choked as Tayla's fist laid into his chest once more. As he laughed, blood found it's way from his lungs to the floor. Tayla had begun laying into him when she had returned from the other room. Something had shifted in her, whether it was impatience or anger, Peter didn't know.

Spitting blood at her feet, Peter had suddenly begun to feel bolder. He was getting to her. "Come on. Do you honestly think that when he returns he is going to want to by his side. You are just a pawn to him. A lousy halfbreed." He had herd the term from both Olivia and Marcus while they searched through the scroll and book earlier in the night.

"What did you call me?" Tayla spun on her heals and came to kneel in front of him.

"I said…lousy halfbreed…sweetheart," Peter laughed again causing Tayla to hit him with a sickening crack across the face, whipping his head back and rendering him unconscious.

As Olivia came to front of the crypt her fingers traced around the letter on the top of the door. Initium

"Beginning…?" Olivia spoke the word slowly, wondering if it was the beginning of her end. Cautiously she pushed open the crypt door and found that it was not dark, but lit by various candles all around. The tomb in the center housed many thing, things Olivia had not seen since her childhood and many she wished she would never have to see in her life.

Smirking down at an unconscious Peter, Tayla heard the crypt door creak open. Smiling down at him, she leant in close and whispered in his ear. "and here comes to lamb to the slaughter."

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