Home a day early from the trip and so here is the next chapter…

Chapter 17 - Lost

Slowly walking into the crypt Marcus's words echoed in her head, the blood of one born of two worlds is needed. Blood of one born on two worlds? She stopped dead in her tracks for a moment. She looked down at her stomach, placing a hand gently there before she started to panic.

No I can't be pregnant…its impossible. But thinking back, the night Olivia had spent with Peter wasn't that long ago. No I had my period I between…didn't I? A sudden scream snapped Olivia back to reality, she looked up and around trying to find the source of the scream but she didn't need to find out who the scream came from, she knew Peter was here and now she knew he was in danger. Abandoning most of her thoughts Olivia sprinted in the direction of the scream hoping to find him.

"NO! FUCK! AGH!" Peter's voice rang out through the cryptas Olivia ran harder and faster. Slamming into the only door that was separating the main area from the back, Olivia found herself in a darkened room surrounded by candles and books. The table in the middle held bloodied instruments and shackles attached to the ends. Stepping slowly into the room muttering a small word under her breath "luminarium (light)" the candles shone brighter, allowing Olivia to see the room better.

Off to the side was a basin with what she assumed was water, although not really wanting to have a look, she stepped lightly over to it. Her suspicions are confirmed when she doesn't notice anything strange about it. Stepping back to the middle of the room her eyes swept over the old stone table. The engraving on the center was the same as the top of the crypt, she was definitely in the right place.

A groan from the far corner caught her attention and Olivia was by Peter's side in seconds. Kneeling down at his side, Olivia skimmed her hands over Peter's face, trying to wake him up. "Peter? Hey Peter come on please wake up." Shaking his shoulders lightly Olivia was able to get a good look at his face now that the candles shone brighter. His lip was split and swollen, his cheekbone black and bulging, probably broken. She then let her eyes travel down to his chest. She could see puncture marks on his chest through his shirt. 3. 3 large bleeding holes. "Oh Peter." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Liv?" Peter's voice broke the silence and as she looked up, she found him staring at her. A small smiled found its way onto her lips and he echoed it. "Livi. My Livi…" Peter placed his bloody hand gently on her face causing Olivia to closer her eyes, letting a small tear slip down her cheek. "I hear what you said…" cough "..when you thought you were dying…" cough "…'Livia. I love you too. I always have. It's…" cough "…it's always been you." She was crying now. There was no stopping it.

"Peter, I…" Before she could finish her sentence, Olivia was ripped form her kneeling position and slammed into the far wall about 2 meter's from the ground. Her head and body caused a loud crack against the old stone, falling to the floor Olivia's cheek hit the dusty ground with a thud and before she could catch her breath that was forcefully push out of her by the hit she was flung upwards into the ceiling.

Peter watched on, unable to move at all as she was thrown around like a rag doll. Falling unconscious as she hit the ceiling, whatever force was swinging her continued to with more force than the last. Finally it had stopped. Olivia, bruised and bloodied and broken, lay no more than 4 feet away from Peter but before he could even contemplate moving towards her, he was pulled off the ground by his arm. Looking around he saw Tayla, covered in blood, walking and dragging him towards the stone table. The next thing he knew, he was strapped down to the table, painfully tugging at the shackles around his wrists and ankles.

Panicking, Peter began to search for a sign that someone was there, someone was coming but as he looked to his left and Olivia unconscious and bleeding.

"So Bishop, this is what you wanted to come save you? You don't know what a half-breed is until you know all about her. I'm not half-breed. She claims to be human. At least I know my place. And my place will be with Samael when he comes. Oliviaman doesn't have the right to call herself human with Wiccan blood running through her system." Tayla raised a bloodied finger to her lips, closing her eyes as she licked it clean.

Peter groaned as he watched Tayla, wishing Olivia would wake up and shoot her or something. As Tayla rose from her position she stalked her way to Peter's side, running her finger down his cheek to the buttons on his, ripping them apart in one go. Tayla ran her hand down his bare chest as Peter struggled against the shackles but was powerless to stop her when her long finger plunged into his weeping wound, drawing a glass shattering cry from his lips, his body wanting to curl up but the restraints not allowing him to. As she slid the finger out again, he watched, behind teary eyes, as she brought her finger to her mouth, closing her eyes as she savored the taste, much like she had done with Olivia's blood.

Laughing once, Tayla leaned down and kissed Peter before disappearing. Olivia groaned as she started coming back to consciousness. Trying to lift herself up gently she was able to lift her head, her eyes connecting with Peter's instantly. Seeing him strapped to the stone table sent Olivia wild. Finding whatever strength had entered her body, Olivia pushed herself up and came to stand at Peter's side. She placed her hand on his cheek as she leaned over, reaching for the shackle closest to her.

As she tired to get to his arms, she looked down at his face. Smiling through the pain in her body Olivia couldn't take her eyes off of him. He smiled back at her as she leaned down, placing a small kiss on his lips before making it back to the shackles. Peter's eyes darted behind Olivia's back and widened but before he could say anything, Olivia let out a blood curdling cry as a blade pierced through her back and coming out between ribs. The room became silent for what seemed like forever as Olivia's eyes widened, still locked with Peters and as Peter froze staring back at her.

Tayla laughed as she removed the blade from Olivia's body and allowed her to fall ungraciously to the floor. "Liv? Livia? NO! LIV!" Peter began to pull at his restraints causing blood to form at his wrists. "NO! LIVIA. Sweetheart?" Peter looked down over the side of the table, unable to speak as Olivia's lifeless eyes stared straight ahead of her.

Please don't kill me….