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Claire's POV

Did he just seriously say that? I stepped out of his embrace, ready to challenge his notion, but I couldn't bring myself to challenge him here, in front of everyone. My breath came in hitched, making the core of my being come tighter. What do we do? How do we stop this stupid nightmare? I was too tired to figure this out, too drained to even begin to put my ideas together.

"We go get Magnus" Shane proclaimed, dismissing my look. As straightforward as his idea seemed, it took an entire ensemble to get him last time, and even then our side was more affected than he was.

"No. We get away from this madness, Magnus has made a point, and he won't rest until Amelie is his." Oliver retorted, smiling slyly at Shane. He looked possessively at Amelie, with his torn shirt, the dried blood on his tie dyed shirt somehow contrasting the pattern. He looked strangely smart, a formal black jacket and matching pants.

"You always run, isn't it time for change? For vengeance? By running you are merely putting off the time at which Magnus does come up with sneakier plans, with more devices and does end you all. Isn't that how it works? This deadly game you play, running and catching people in the crossfire" Michael ended his speech, and stood straighter and prouder, more sure of himself. I was kind of proud of him for making that move. Oliver merely smirked at him and Amelie...well,shes Amelie, not really caring for any sort of emotion, an ice queen set in her ways.

"I think you are all tired. I shall visit later, get some rest." Dismissing us she went out the door, closely followed by Oliver. She might as well have rolled her eyes at us. Vampires.

"I shall take first watch!" Myrnin pranced forward happily, towards the dome I have created. Everyone merely nodded and sighed.

"I'm going bed. Alone." The last part sounded a little harsh coming from me, but I am more than capable of sleeping alone, and hopefully this time I won't get interrupted. Casting a glance back, I jogged up the stairs to by bedroom. Finding my pjs and settling in bed I noticed something. The mirror was broken.

Magnus POV

Rebuilding my lair would take time, and having Jason here would only increase my annoyance at the pace. Since I can't do much, he would have to do most of the work, and having Jason is like giving orders to a lost puppy, as long as he trusts the owner. Leaving Jason alone with instructions, I left for my room. I needed to recover, and to think things through, to consider the possibilities...the plans.

I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep, sprawled on the couch. I haven't slept for a while and usually dreams don't peruse me.

But this time they did.

I heard the little patter of feet down the hallway, not bothering to prepare myself for intruders. Who would be stupid enough to come here alone? To test my anger? But as the footsteps got closer, I became more panicked, who was this? The answer stood in the hallway.

Felicity.

She had one arm on the doorway, her lips were pursed and her hip was thrown forward. She wore a blood red dress, hugging every curve and contour of her body, making her that more appealing to me. As I took in the sight before me, I hungrily took in her appearance, her dark eyes that seemed to watch me, and her full lips that twitched into a smile.

Not saying a thing, she came closer and I stood up. She was barefoot, as usual.

"Felicity?"What a stupid question, of course it was her. She merely cocked her head and put a finger to her lips and closed the gap between us. If I had a heart, my pulse would be racing. If I had to breathe, my breath would be hitched and unnaturally loud. The air between us crackled, the tension building. Her doe eyes seemed huge, pleading something of me. But something felt odd about her...

What was I supposed to do? I haven't loved in so long, haven't felt another presence next to me that I would care for. But it wasn't in my hands anymore, it was hers. It was always her choice.

In one fluid motion, she closed that space and kissed me. My form didn't slip or disappear, it was as if I was a mortal man. I kissed her back fiercely, clouding my bitterness and anger over that had built up over the ages, and giving everything in this kiss. It was a desperate measure, but we needed it. I needed her, for so long I have always needed her. My fingers ran through her hair, as soft as I remembered, one hand travelled to her face, cradling it, holding it. The kiss was more claiming now, our hot breaths washing over each other, making me want this more. Is this what it used to be like? This..This euphoric feeling that had me soaring, but at the same time, lost in this motion.

I drew back, only for us to collide again, exchanging hot kisses, drawing each other closer and closer. My brain was haywire, exploding with these sensations; this is too real to be a dream, to real to be mere fantasy.

And I give myself to her, I let my arms roam her, holding her body close to mine as she tugs at my hair, then moves to sliding her icy hands down my back. I shudder at the sensations, feeling the warmth and the cold at the same time. I wanted to be like this, intertwined with her, but she took it further.

Shoving me on the couch, she slid near me and kissed my forehead. It seemed to last forever, but she moved down to my lips again, taking control of everything. I brought us closer still, so her forehead rested on mine. I held her tiny waist, her dark hair spilled over us like a curtain, I kissed her once more, a sweet, simple kiss. I was too lost to register what was happening, but I felt a flash of pain and looked down just below my collarbone. Her nail was digging into my skin, drawing blood in a horizontal line. I watched in silence as she dropped some on my forehead. This moment took longer than the others, and when I blinked again, she was gone.

I didn't want to wake up, but I did, and strolling towards the mirror, I saw a message there, and also my bloody forehead.

All we need is faith.

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