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Eves POV

I heard Michaels words to Claire, the painful question he cradled in his chest ever since I came home. I saw the way the sea blue irises of his eyes trembled, how he quickly looked away and fidgeted with his hands. He gave me a weak smile before disappearing upstairs, probably packing our favourite things. Our things. It's crazy how dependant we became of each other, how even a small smile would get my heart roaring, like some sort of crazy reaction from just being close to him. How he would smile cockily because he can hear it.

Could we even have a future together? It has always been difficult to survive in Morganville, but this isn't like the previous times, last time I didn't have a condition that made me turn into some sort of water monster and lose my mind along with my body. I couldn't answer this question when every moment with him felt like my last.

"Let's see" mused Claire, as she moved closer to me and knocked me from my thoughts. Shane and Myrnin moved in synchronization when they left the room, probably to give Claire and me some space. Not like either of us knew what to do, which I guess saved us embarrassment from having an audience.

"We haven't had a proper talk in a while CB, with you being kidnapped and all." I winked at her and won a smile from her. These days, things changed quickly, and it's not like I can go around and question people about their life. Sitting in this sphere felt like sitting in some sort of demented snow globe, but without the snow.

"Oh not much, got taken by a wacko spirit thing, had a talk with Shane-" Her breath caught in her throat. So that sort of talk. She was trying to cheer me up but was hurting herself instead. I didn't need to be a genius to figure out what went on between the two of them, but knowing Claire and Shane, they always end up working things out.

"It's ok, so how about you get me out of this dome so I can change clothes and make you a mocha?" I wasn't sure about the mocha but a change of clothes sounded nice, as much as I love my black skirt and the comical zombie t-shirt, it's no fun being stuck in these clothes for a few days.

"Well I can try, a mocha sounds good. But before I get you out of here, which I can do, I need to do something about your condition. No offense, but I can't risk you going draug on us Eve." I simply nodded and shuffled closer to the surface in front of me. I hated being in draug mode, whenever it happened I would wake up with tingling sensations from being previously electrocuted and a worried Michael pressed up as far as he could.

Claire sat opposite me, she placed her hands in fists in front of the transparent surface, I never noticed it before, but whenever Claire was near the thing would become more alive, little crystal patterns would dance across the dome and the surges of electricity would be more painful. It was as if the area in the dome would light up and somehow make me feel a little better, a little bit more sure of things.

Her mouth started to move, and her arms began to glow. It was all sorts of symbols, but they glowed in a comforting light, a pale gold that quickly changed to the green that I was all too familiar with. Her fists moved closer towards the surface, almost touching it and I cringed at the possible shock she could receive. In one quick movement, her hands passed through the barrier, reaching towards me. The air around me crackled, and started to play with my hair, which seriously needed to be taken care of. The whole dome responded, softening and becoming less transparent and more tinted green, not a colour that one could see through well.

"Give me your hands Eve, quickly." Her voice felt strained and her hands panicked in thin air. Without thinking about it, my hands flew up and gripped around her wrist, a motion she mirrored. At her touch my whole body felt warmer, felt comforted. It was getting harder to see Claire, and mostly it looked like a pair of glowing arms floating in a green background. The green grew thicker and started to swirl as my spine tingled, it felt like little sparks were dancing on my tailbone, making me shudder. I didn't know what would happen next, how long it would take, but suddenly little intricate designs began to carve themselves, beginning from my fingertips and moving slowly up to my wrist. At first it was like a dull ache, but as it travelled, it felt hotter, like it was burning me. It was like a hot metal was marking me, marking my arms, travelling to my shoulders and onto my collarbone. I barely controlled myself from tearing my hands away from her, but as the blistering heat pushed on; I forced myself to think of other things, better things. Like the cool blue of Michaels eyes and how lighter they got when he joked around or won a video game.

I was nearly succeeding, but the heat intensified, making me look down and lose focus. It was working its way to my heart, like some sort of demon claw that was shredding my skin into ribbons, except of shredding it burned, and I could faintly see the glowing lines through my t-shirt. It didn't feel much different on the inside, just that something was fighting this relentless flow of energy, trying to keep it away and largely failing. It came closer and closer, and if that was pain, then when it reached my heart it felt like my soul was being ripped out, ripped out against its will and trying to cling on to the screaming shell it occupied.

Shouldn't I pass out from the pain? Is there no end to this torture? I could hardly feel my hands, laughing silently in the delusion of the whole thing. Abruptly the pain retreated, back to my shoulder, back down my hands and back to Claire. But the smouldering marks were still present, if only slightly. Claire's hands pulled back and the dome seemed to sweep the green away into nothing, like some sort of unwanted stain.

Clutching my hands at my chest and looking across at Claire, she looked tired but satisfied, the look she gets when she explains something from her lectures for me and I understand it. She gave me a sheepish grin and reached across to touch my shoulder. There was nothing, nothing that stopped her or reflected her. It seemed that my prison managed to disappear with the molten green that occupied it.

"How are you? I managed to bound the draug for a few hours, maybe more" her touch stung a bit, probably because of the burning sensation I felt before. She stood up and brushed the dirt from her jeans almost on instinct. It was strange to hear her voice, usually I would hear it muffled from the dome. It was a beautiful sound, clear as a bell.

"Fine. Thanks" my voice rasped out, surprising me a little bit. I tried to stand up but it was hard work, until a cool hand took mine and straightened me. Michael. I probably looked like an idiot, standing and looking at him, possibly drooling and holding his hand. It has been a while since I actually had contact with him, and the sight of had me jumping at him, springing up from my tired legs and bear hugging him, no matter how my arms hurt. He responded immediately, supporting hands finding themselves around my waist, his face pressed into my neck breathing in the scent that is me. I nearly forgot how firm his muscles are, how he supports me as I stand on my tiptoes. I could hear Claire laughing, and some other words, but it didn't matter. What seemed like a second later, I began to tremble, shaking from the imminent cold that seemed to settle in my bones. Michael swung my legs under me and held me bridal style, close to his chest like a little doll.

"You should let her rest and get her a blanket. I'll go and…" Claire left, giving us space and probably going to plan. I didn't care, I was looking at Michael, holding his searching gaze and the ever present worry he held for me.

" Don't…frown." I managed to croak. I managed to lift a finger and smooth the worry lines that seemed permanently engraved on his face. His smooth skin sent shivers through me, the good kind. It was like touching silk, something that you never get tired of. He closed his eyes at the touch, and then quickly went upstairs, holding me snugly in his chest, rocking me slightly.

He put me in our bed, slowly and carefully as if I would break. Without a whisper of sound, he reappeared with a blanket which he began to put on me, then settled himself into the bed across me continued tucking me in.

"I missed you." I could hear the longing in his voice, the way his body seemed to relax at my presence, how he looked across me like I was something rare and beautiful.

"I missed you too. But I need to shower." I wrinkled my nose, trying to block out the time I spent in the cell. I still had deep gashes on my lips and cheek from Magnus, which Michael would no doubt question me later about.

"I can do that later. Try to have a nap, I'll be here." His liquid voice washed over me, almost as if he was commanding my eyes to close. The last thing I saw was his clear blue eyes watching me, a slight pressure on my hand as he held it. Finally, I could drift off in my own little paradise.

Magnus POV

I waited as my thralls hauled bodies into the blood garden, hearing the excited squeaks of the newly made draug. As each shipment came in, I would check the parchment and send more of my thralls for more victims. If I was to take on Amelie, I had to be prepared and ready.

Jason came into view, holding an object cloaked in purple velvet. I knew what it was, I could only wonder if Amelie knew of its existence, not like she tried to look for it in the centuries she had. It seems I have a surprise up my sleeve; it wasn't only the mumbling idiot that could control things anymore.

Jason lifted the object and handed it to me. In exchange I handed him the list and went to my chambers, where the mirror was still stained from Felicity's visit. Those words fuel me, drive me closer to the end of Amelies reign.

I opened the parcel, revealing a leather bound book with a clear cover. Only I knew the secrets within, and if it wasn't for Felicity, that guided me to this treasure, I would never have known. I could feel the power emanating from within, calling me to use it. I left the book on the table and felt cool lips on my neck. The book opened flicking past pages that were older than me, to land on a section that I had dreamed of for a while now. Felicity. Tough she has ceased to exist, her spirit haunts me, pulling me towards the solution. All this time in Morganville, it was leading to this. I looked at the ancient carvings and the ingredients of my plan, things that would need to be prepared, and who better to witness my triumph than Amelie?

I would get back the love of my life, and abolish the creature that should have helped me. If Amelie could see me now, she would call me insane. Not as insane as her murmuring friend, but being insane has nothing to do with it. It's the power.

So that was chapter 28! I couldnt resist evexmichael. They're one of my fav couples in MV. :)

So now we know that Magnus has gone completly crazy. I hope I didnt make that part too confusing, but he was crazy. What sort of suprise does Magnus has in store for Amelie? I dont really know what to think of this chapter, but I hope it was ok and that you guys liked it. Leave me a review of your toughts! Love you! Xxx