A/N I apologise for taking so long lately. I have many reasons but would not want to waste your time with them. This story is approaching the end, approximately 4 more chapters to go after this. Well, that are planned and partially written. They will probably be as long as this maybe longer and hopefully will be up within the next few days. Anyway enjoy and review if you so wish :D I am sorry if this seems too long also… Seems like a sorry night today. Oh Merry Christmas all!

I orbed out to my street and looked up at my window of my flat. I hoped my magic was shielded enough for him not to find. I was going to have to be careful when using my magic. It looked quiet from here. The dim lights of the neighbouring buildings lit up the wide empty street. Too quiet. I did not have time to waste. I walked up to the doorway and turned the doorknob. It was locked. Not that was unusual as such. It seemed too normal considering our current predicament, the missing people, weird disasters and Lucifer taking over.

I looked around the street, out of habit and no one was about. My hand hovered over the doorknob and waited until I heard the clicking of the lock mechanism. Every time I had to use my magic, it increased my fear of being caught and found. I walked into the lobby. The front desk was empty as expected yet it just wrong. The desk was always staffed by the same two people; a middle-aged women with a booming laugh that filled the lobby and a lovely old gentlemen with many stories to share. What had become of them? I slid my hand around the side of the desk; then I looked at my fingertips. Dust; no one had been here in a while.

I walked around to the other side and found the numerous flat keys upon the hooks hidden from the publics' view. My eyes scanned the labels until they settled upon 14G. I quickly grabbed the keys and began walking towards the elevator but a speck of doubt prevented me from continuing. It just did not seem safe or smart; more likely to become trapped. I have had enough of that so I chose to go up the stairs instead. As I began my way up, I thought to myself why did I choose a flat on the 14th floor.

The annoying thing, besides having to sweat your way up, climbing up fourteen flights of stairs gives you way too much time to think. In my eighteen years, well almost nineteen including my death period, I had seen too much been through so much yet I have always powered on. Never able to have the chance to slow down and look at the world around that we were trying to save. The lives that was lost. My child. Mentally, I shook such thoughts from my mind. If allowed to develop they could have been paralysing. The kind of thoughts that creep up on you at the dead of night when you are alone, that can shock you to your very core. As I have not been sleeping since I was back, now would have been appropriate for such paralysing thoughts to attack me. I reigned in my thoughts and power walked my way up that last few flights of stairs.

Slowly, I approached the doors that would lead into the main corridor outside the doors into the individual flats. I leant against the coolness of the wall, attempting to regain my breath before checking to see if the coast was clear. After my breathing and heart rate had returned to somewhat normal levels, I slowly walked through the double doors as quietly as I could. I tiptoed until I reached the edge of where the wall turned off into a corner. From here, if I peeked around the corner I would have a good view of the corridor and my flat door as well as having cover, in case there was someone else there. Leaning as close to the wall as possible, I turned my head past the corner to have a look around. Inwardly, I groaned as I saw the burly men outside of my flat. Just my luck as usual!

To fight or to flee? That was the question. Every second I waste is another second where their lives are still endangered. Where their children are further subjected to a hostile environment. Leaving would only waste more time. I needed those supplies. I needed to find them and save them. Deep down, guilt gnawed at me. How could I have forgotten them? I turned; preparing myself for the fight that was to happen. For the can of worms that could potentially be opened. I attempted to step out but before I could reveal myself, something pulled me back. I turned to face them, ready to attack and defend myself. I was being shaken.

"What do you think you are doing?" Malik whispered whilst shaking me, causing my growing hair to flicker over my eyes. I really needed a haircut, I thought as he dragged me back to the stairs.

Looking at his iron grip on my arm, I said through gritted teeth " You can let me go now".

"Are you trying to get yourself killed…again?" he said quietly

"No. I need to go into my flat. It is simple as that"

"To get supplies?"

"Yes"

"To save the Halliwells"

"Could you please stop doing whatever you are doing? Reading my thoughts and what. It is frightening and extremely irritating." I said my voice escalating slightly.

"Ssssh" he said covering my mouth with his hand. " Do you want to get caught?"

The temptation to lick his hand like a child was too great. His eyes widened in surprise, then he laughed. A deep chuckle.

"Who should be quiet now?" I said as I covered his laugh with my hand and looked around to check that no one was coming. He grabbed my wrist and began to pull me down the stairs.

"Where are we going?" I whispered, not bothering to resist.

"My place. I have supplies. I will explain everything then"

"But…"

"You trust me, right"

I sighed. Yes, I thought, the question was why when I have been given little reason to. I followed my feelings and went with the flow.

The view from the window was the same, peaceful and tranquil. It was as if nothing has changed the past few months. No evil, no corruption tainting its beauty.

"You want answers?" he asked as he leaned against the mantel of the fireplace, avoiding looking at me.

"They would be most helpful, yes", I said as I turned to continue looking through the window.

I heard his sigh behind me and the ruffling of his hair, or at least that was what I had assumed.

"We are connected"

"Yeah, I worked that out." I replied.

"Your future and my past are tangled together. You basically are my first blood. Consumed blood as a newborn vampire. Which explains the bond that we share. "

"That is why you can hear my thoughts when few others can."

"Yes"

Silence settled between us. It was not awkward just quiet. I did not know how to take such news so I displaced it for a time when the clock was not running out for my friends.

"You said you had supplies", I said.

"I did", he said as he turned to face me with sadness glittering in his eyes. "We can prepare for the assault but before we go you promise to get some rest? You may not feel tired but I do. And you are not going without me. That is not up for argument."

I sighed. I knew he would hinder me if he so wishes. I really needed those potions as support since I was going low key on my powers. We spent the rest of the day and all of the night preparing. A plan was established, a location was found, and potions were made.

"I am going to sleep. Please do not wander off and rest up. We are going to attack tomorrow evening. Do not do anything idiotic", Malik said before retiring to his room.

I paced up and down the living room, pondering over what I should do. I was not ready to sleep just yet, mentally or physically. My mind kept going over what Malik said earlier about our connection. If it were not for Castiel, I would not have met him. He must have known. He did know. That would explain the hostility towards him but why ensure our meeting. That sneaky so and so.

"Castiel! Get your butt here now!"

"Yes, Keaira. Why did you so eloquently call?" he said as he appeared in Malik's armchair.

"Can't a girl miss her guardian angel?"

Castiel blankly stared at me as he crossed his legs, seemingly getting comfortable.

I wondered where to start.

"I am sorry Castiel, for being such a pain about everything." He looked surprised. Not everyday you manage to shock an angel. " You are one sneaky angel though. Causing the meeting between Malik and I."

"It was meant to happen. You were supposed to get a premonition on your own but you did not at first because of Lucifer's influence. Later on, I had to give you some encouragement and then ensure you had the premonition, to allow that meeting to happen and even that did not happen as it was meant to. The demons were not supposed to interfere."

"I am not angry. I understand"

"Dying has matured you" Inwardly I laughed at his words. Always so blunt and honest was Castiel. Refreshing yet awkward at times.

"You plan to save the Halliwells?"

"Yes. Does everyone know?" I replied.

"Not yet they do not. So execute your plan quickly." He said as he got off the armchair. He walked towards me, his eyes searching my face. " Your mind needs rest even if your body does not yet". He placed his first two fingers on my forehead. "Sleep well", he said as I fell into his arms.

Disjointed dreams haunted me. I could hear that haunting voice, his haunting voice in my nightmares. Lucifer still plagued my existence and will continue to until he is out of this world. I remember the dark cold place where I was confined during the time of my death. Noises of the past haunt me. Fragmented pictures. Blood. A baby's cries. Darkness.