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Chapter Twenty One:

I woke up, my head was resting on Sookie's lap my head pounding harder than an bull stampede, I groaned still feeling achy all over, not to mention the shooting pain as I realised that my shoulder was still dislocated. My whole body felt stiff and my muscles protested when I attempted to stretched and ignore the pains from my shoulder. It was a difficult thing to do really, I mean… There truly is no description to the pain of your shoulder being dislocated...

"Hayley?" Sookie mumbled and I felt her hands push my hair out of my face. I had to sit up even if I was feeling a bit rubbish, I knew all too well that my jaw, ribs and any other broken bones were now as good as new. I felt stiff, little movements in my body and the muscles everywhere would protest and… Well my shoulder bloody killed. Drinking my water and eating healthily has definitely helped with the healing process and using my abilities.

"Yeah… m-my shoulder is dislocated," I winced, biting down on the inside of my cheek, as I tried to ease the pain by holding it, "Help me out will you?" I looked to her and she was hesitant. I smiled softly as I understood how she much feel.

"I don't know Hayley," she started but I shook my head, there was no way I could handle putting up with this pain and try to focus on getting the holy heck out of here,

"Sookie, please. I-I can't think straight with… Fuck just please!" I whimpered, feeling fresh hot tears threaten my eyes to fall and she nodded, taking a hold of my arm. "I'll position myself and then you push it, okay?" she bit her bottom lip as I did so.

Once in place I took a long, deep breath and nodded to her, as soon as I felt her push, I pushed myself into in to it and my arm soon clicked into place. I had screamed out in pain hating every second of the pain, but as soon as it was in place I felt so much better. She let go of my arm and I fell back, careful of banging my head, and sighed in relief. I was still in pain, but… Oh my gosh it was so much better.

"You have no idea how much better than feels," I muttered as I wiped some tears from my face. I soon sat up and fell into a hug with her, savoring the feel of her comforting hold as the door opened. I shot round to see Steve Newlin and Gabe walk in.

"Morning!" he called out with a bright smile but it fell as soon as his eyes landed on me. I stood up and straightened my dress out cockily with an equally arrogant smile. Surprisingly, there was no blood and apart from my smudged make-up it looked like nothing happened to me, "Well now, lookie here, looks like our little Hayley has some witchcraft going on."

I glared and arched a brow. "Witchcraft has nothing to do with it," I spat and he sighed and shook his head.

"No I suppose this is another effect of vampires' blood?" he snarled in disgust. I refrained from sneering in response. It's not very lady like now is it?

"They're coming for us you know!" Sookie stepped forward, and Steve grinned.

"Oh, we certainly hope they do come, don't we, Gabe?"

Gabe grunted in acknowledgement. I noted there was bruising from where I kicked him and smirked feeling accomplished that I landed a kick on someone like him in the first place.

"You're going to get yourself killed!" Sookie called out, but this just fuelled Newlin.

"Oh I don't think so, because we're ready for those vampires, we've been ready for a long time," his eyes landed on me and I actually shied back by an inch. They looked crazy, haunting familiarly crazy...

"You're twisted! You're going to get yourself killed!" Sookie shouted and I crossed my arms, bobbing my head in agreement, "You call yourself Christians? Jesus would be ashamed of you!" Newlin just laughed and shrugged. I noticed something there as I stared at him. His eyes… They were so… open. I could see right into his heart… a-and even his soul… Oh no…

"Well, I think we'll have to agree to disagree on that," he said, spinning round to get a chair and start talking, but I cut him off before he had the chance.

"She's right. Your heart… your soul… it's misguided and completely surrounded by your hate and confusion… and yet, I see that you're angry…" I took a step closer as I gazed into his eyes, I could almost physically see into his confusion and anger and… There, there was the reasons for him being like this, almost as if I could read his mind like Sookie. I gasped in the realization of it all, "You're blaming vampires for the death of your father and you're angry with your father for leaving you in this position…"

His jaw was set and his face contorted in anger.

"You have no idea what you are talking about little missy," he yelled and I laughed, shaking my head. Sookie placed a hand on my arm telling me to stop provoking him. I didn't want to stop, I felt anger within myself. I've had my shoulder dislocated, my jaw shattered and I'm too freaking weak to teleport myself out of here for just a few measly seconds. There's not much point either being that it's day, even if I can teleport out, it won't be far and I'll be caught within minutes.

"I think I do. Now, I can see you. Not this person you're showing me, but can really see you. I see a frightened little boy who has his own twisted ideas of the world and has blamed all of his misfortunes on Vampires! Now tell me something, if the Lord hates vampires, why would they be created?" I arched a brow and leaned back when he slammed his hands onto the wire cage that imprisoned us.

"Vampires are creatures from the Devil!" he growled and I shook my head in complete disagreement, "What are you? You are definitely not human like the telepath there…"

"That's enough!" Sookie shouted, momentarily distracting Newlin from me, "Now you let us go and you let us go this instant!"

Steve relaxed and sat down on the chair, his crazed smile returning to his face. Our argument momentarily forgotten.

"Now see, I can't do that, but what we can do, is you can give me some answers and then I'll let you and your male friend go," I scowled visibly making him grin. Oh, he was definitely off his rocker.

"Oh, Hell no," Sookie started but was cut off by Hugo asking what they wanted. We both shot round to him in shock.

"I need to get out of here!" he begged and turned to Newlin, "Their names are Sookie Stackhouse and Hayley Butler, we were sent here from Area nine to find the Sheriff of this area."

Newlin's face had fallen. The manic grin finally gone and his eyes filled with betrayal.

"Sookie Stackhouse? From Bon Temps?" he muttered loud enough for Sookie to hear.

"How do you know where I'm from?" she asked, glaring his way.

"You're Jason Stackhouse's sister… Am I right?" Oh that was definitely betrayal going on there. Holy Cow… Was Jason here!? Were they… Ugh… friends!?

"You know Jason?" I heard the fear in Sookie's voice and took her wrist to try and calm her. "He's got nothing to do with this!" she discreetly slipped her hand from mine and I took the hint. Bad timing to try and calm her. I don't want to anger her any more than she already was.

Newlin sighed and paused for a few seconds before getting up and calling for Gabe to follow him. Sookie tried to follow them shouting to try and find out how they know her brother. I looked and noticed a first-aid kit by the door. They were going to get Sookie to patch me up and I just revealed myself to them in some form…

Sookie sat down and rested her head against the wiring and I sighed, sitting on a box opposite.

"Hey Sook… you know the bell boy…" I started and Sookie gave me a confused look.

"Barry? What of him?"

"You've been in his head right?" she nodded, "Try and contact him. Just think of him and get him to try and get help straight away! To find Bill, or get Eric. I don't know… I have a bad feeling about this… I think my nightmares…" I trailed off and noticed Sookie's eyes were closed and I guessed she had already started trying to contact Barry. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged them tightly.

It wasn't long till Sookie made me rest to try and regain my energy. I complied and curled up by her lap, falling asleep by with her soothingly running a hand through my hair. I didn't dream. I took this in happily. To not dream was great. It didn't make me want to escape where I was and it didn't revert to the nightmare that I now knew was some form of vision that kept changing as time went on. I never knew I could get visions or premonitions and if I did get them, surely they would be more frequent?

It was only when I had moved to Bon Temps and when Eric discovered about me that the dreams started. They continued to change as I got to know Sookie and Eric better. My beatings in the dreams became less serious, but what happened to me last night was awful and so painful… Still, it could have been worse and I felt the worse was to come. I felt it in my blood, the knowledge that something terrible was about to happen to me... I just hope that if it was what happens in my dreams, it would be quick.

"Would you shut up! You'll wake her! She needs to recover!" I heard Sookie hiss at Hugo and I frowned. It didn't take much for me to drift back off into a sleep though…

What were they talking about? Sookie sounded so mad there…

I felt myself get nudged awake and I groaned groggily, clambering to my feet behind Sookie. Gabe was there with Newlin not far behind him. Gabe opened the gate and shoved both Sookie and Hugo out of the way, grabbed me by my hair, yanked me out of the cage and into the arms of Newlin who had a strong grip of my head as he spoke clearly to me.

"Now you're not going to make a fuss because if you do, I'll get Gabe here to kill your friends," I nodded and he released me, "good." he smiled that maniac smile and I followed him out after giving Sookie a reassuring smile. I followed him silently and soon found myself in the main hall again, sitting at the front row of pews whilst Steve crouched down in front of me.

"What do you want from me?" I whispered,my body shivering from fear and he sighed, shaking his head.

"I just want to know what such a young girl such as yourself is doing in these sort of groups? You have such a life ahead of you and you go and betray the Lord by becoming a Devil worshipper and a V addict," he honestly sounded disappointed, but the problem was… he was completely wrong.

I arched a brow at this, "V Addict? Devil worshipper?" I asked and he looked up with a smile.

"It's okay, I can help you. I can help you get over your witchcraft and addictions. You just need to let me," he started and placed a hand on my knee. "Normally I wouldn't do this, but my wife, Sarah, she has such a soft spot for you, she just had to get me to put you in our program. We know the truth Hayley, please just accept the Lords shining light."

I bit my lip before I couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing. I had to hold my stomach as I giggled uncontrollably. Oh this poor man was delusional… and he clearly thought the same about me as he sighed and muttered it.

"I don't know what made you think I'm a Devil worshipper or a witch or even a V addict, but trust me, I am none of those. I mean, I think V is lethal to me. I've never tried it that's for sure," I giggled again and regretted it when he back handed me. I refused to cover my stinging cheek as I sucked in a breath.

"Ah, when you hit, hit like a man. Slapping just stings," I muttered earning myself another back hand. I had to cover my cheek this time. Two back hands to the same cheek? Yeah that's a bit much. Owie.

"You will not lie to me!" He was standing up, glaring down at my shaking form, obviously ignoring my comments about his masculinity.

"I'm not lying. I can't lie anyway," I explained and shrugged. I know it wasn't particularly true about the lying part, but it is difficult for me to lie anyway. "Just like I can't physically swear."

"I told you not to lie!" another back hand and I had to sigh again,

"Do you really want to know what I am?" I asked and looked up at him.

He nodded, "Enlighten me. Please."

"I am a being of good, my blood is the drug to vampires and I am at risk every time I am with one. I can be called a guardian or a muse, the stereotype of my blood line is normally naked and with wings. In fact, some of the people of my blood line actually are naked and they do have wings," I shrugged and he glared in my direction making me get to the point, "Oh, right yeah, I'm an Angel."

He burst out laughing and slapped his thigh. I blinked in confusion. Did he not believe me?

"An Angel? Honey you are anything but an Angel," he choked out and I growled jumping up and pushing him back, he almost fell back onto his ass.

"How is that so hard to believe? I was able to use empathy against your buddy back there, turning him into a blubbering child and I have been able to heal myself! My blood has fudging healing qualities to it!" I slapped him, hard and he growled bringing a hand to my throat.

"Care to test that theory? Fang Lover," he growled and my brows rose in confusion. If it wasn't against my bloody morals, I would hurt him so badly… Stupid Morals.

My jaw clenched and I glared at him as darkly as I could.

"Test what theory? That my blood heals you? Sorry, it doesn't heal insanity," I spat and he laughed. I soon felt something sharp digging into my stomach and my eyes widened as the pain and adrenaline started to fill my body. It was a dagger.

"Not quite…" he grinned before he twisted the dagger deep into my abdomen. I cried out in shock and pain, but he was able to muffle it with his large hand that was covering my neck. I was soon thrown to the steps, my head cracking on the corner and I coughed, trying to pick myself up, feeling the wounds stitch themselves together and soaking up as much blood as possible. I was soon able to stagger up and regretted not drinking pure blessed water before getting here. I had left it all in the hotel room.

"My My, that is a rare gift indeed," he paced towards me and I backed away. I threw my hands out in front of me and tried to send waves of fear and anxiety his way, but he only growled his anger stronger than my powers and pushed my hands out of the way before stabbing the dagger into my chest this time, piercing my heart and covering my mouth once more as I screamed out in pain, tears falling from my eyes.

"Now, you said earlier that you could see me… how? Was it a spell? Did you cast it on me?" he asked and removed his hand from my mouth, the dagger remained where it was, preventing me from healing.

"No." I gasped, "I told you already… I'm not a witch. I am an Angel!" Breathing was becoming fairly difficult right now and he growled.

"Stop lying!" he growled, removing the dagger and slicing my cheek in emphasis. I gasped and tried to start healing again but he dug the dagger deep into my chest once more. I cried out, my legs faltering as I fell against the stone alter.

"I'm not!" I choked, "I'm sorry Steve, I'm so sorry that you blame vampires for your father's death!" I tried to console, but it did nothing as he cried out and twisted the blade in my chest, I felt and heard a weird crack along my ribs. I screamed into his hands as my legs gave way to the pain. He must have been able to pick me up and push me onto the table to concentrate on torturing me for information. Why was he doing it in this part of the church? Why not somewhere else? Someone could walk in and see him! It's not very subtle.

"Now Tell me. What are you?!" I felt the dagger being slowly removed from my chest, each little fraction it moved was so painful, I had to try my best to concentrate on talking and healing myself, but from the few wounds and piercings into my heart, it was becoming very difficult, how I was still conscious right now was… surprising.

"I have told you nothing but the truth. Please…" I coughed up the blood, feeling it trickle out of my mouth and down my cheeks, to try and stop myself from choking on it.

"If you were an Angel of our All Mighty Lord, you would not be travelling with the creatures of the devil! You, my Dear, are one of the Fallen like Lucifer himself and I shall put an end to this blasphemy!" My eyes widened and I gasped a shaking breath. He said that in my most recent dream and I watched him raise the dagger,

"No.. No, Please, please don't!" I cried, but it didn't do anything to stop him. The manic look in his eyes and grin on his face had him completely believing he was doing the right thing.

The next thing I know, he had ran the dagger across my throat before digging it sharply into my chest. I struggled to breath, the odd bubble of air coming through the flood of blood in my throat. I coughed, spluttered, did anything I could to stop my throat from filling with my blood, anything to get oxygen into my lungs, but nothing worked. I couldn't breath, I couldn't concentrate! I had to work on my healing but it wasn't working! I had to calm down, but the burning in my lungs was becoming unbearable!

My vision was beginning to blur when a loud alarm went off. I heard Steve Newlin curse before wrapping me in something and carrying me. It helped soak up the blood, but it wasn't enough. I had to shut my body down to heal… I would be fine. He had taken the dagger out of my chest so I could heal.

I felt everything go black as the back of my head hit something…

So, I've had a lot of problems:
Lack of inspiration. Why would I need it? It helps with motivation for me to quickly proof read this for a better read for you. I don't want to just post the chapters as they are, there are mistakes and poorly worded sentences and I know how frustrating that it.

Lack of time. I work two jobs. Gotta keep up with bills and some form of a social life so my friends don't forget me. When I was writing all of the time was when I was still in college seeing people all the time and only working one small part time job for my car and spending money. Being an adult sucks guys.

New laptop. It's aite. It's fancy with lots of memory and a graphics card and I can play games on it (if I could), but writing is a bloody nuisance. The keypad is so damn sensitive that if I am typing furiously and focusing on getting the words out, if the mouse isn't in the right place and there is a small touch to the touch pad, the cursor will go there and I will type in the middle of another word or sentence three sentences up! D;

Though I do have to say thank you for still reading and enjoying it somewhat! It's actually nice to get back into writing again. So hopefully, if my patience is good like tonight, I'll have another chapter for you very soon.