And now it's time; officially let the battle begin!

Claire's pov

Amelie's knife tipped fingers, count slowly down. 3, 2, 1… we move.

Hugging the shadows, we delicately manoeuvre the building; we're bringing in the rear. Amelie, Oliver and Myrnin are the first; they want to enter our battle whilst Richard, Hannah and Monica are together in the centre. Our little groups have already formed; inside with death tangible we will fight against but for now we're all content to huddle and silently step in our small groups of comfort.

Shane's hand is like a vice around my own; his palms are sticky with sweat, as his breaths are ragged against the bitter of the wind. Our once sun blessed day as turned to the ice crippling pits of Satan's home.

My steps are silent; only our breath making the slightest of noise. Bishop's mansion of a warehouse comes slowly into view; Candles lighting a few windows with the rest being in complete blackout; Hannah's small curse echoes all of our ears.

A second holds as we all watch, what could ultimately be our death. Surprisingly Amelie's hand slips discreetly into Oliver's, who grips it with intent need; the look that passes between them is so naked and raw, I feel intruding to look. Instead my gaze travels to Shane; his eyes are wide, in taking the horror of this house. Our past battles against the devil include knowing; something we definitely don't have now! I let my hand grip even tighter into his; relaxing against his warmth and love. I take the time to look into our joined hands; see the way the curves join so perfectly- if this is the end, then I'll die happy.

Yet that second, passes yet again too quickly. Amelie's bone white finger signal, grabs each of our attentions… the subtle count down again brings us back into the move. Shane's gentle caress of my fingers; brings reality back but I know in this moment no amount of tenderness can sooth my raging nerves and inner fears. A single glance into his eyes makes the tears build behind my own; this could be our last minute together. A cool brush of wind against my ear makes me shiver; until Shane's warm breath tickles the surface. His simple words 'Don't leave me, Gorgeous' make my heart smile and weep in the same second. I can't leave him; I'll go down trying.

The terrifyingly dark warehouse looms above us now; the last steps are taken as a run, until the door is directly at our feet. I ready my first weapon; whilst sadly removing my hand from Shane's; his lips press urgently against mine, for a second no longer- yet I respond none the less. With lips the colour of skeleton bones; Amelie mouths the word 'Go' and with that I take a single deep breath and follow my fellow soldiers - and friends- into the suffocating darkness.

Midnight; no going back now.

My senses go into frenzy; each blackened with the slowly disappearing light. The doors booming shut announce our entrance; but my fear still lies in the loss of my sight. No reflection of the moon guides my path, I walk cautiously using my only remaining sense touch. The walls guide my path; a straight corridor, running deeper and deeper into the centre of the shed. Around me is nothing but silence… nothing. The only smell that invades my nose is the thick damp rot. Apparently the whole building is smeared with the stuff- according to my crippled nostrils.

Each step I take, is taken with great care. The surroundings I'm in could hold many amounts of dangers; all lethal in some aspects. Though I must admit the further I go, the less fear I feel.

I spoke to soon. The scream rips through the house. A loud, fear consuming scream. My heart pounds against my rib cage; whilst the sweat builds in my palms, I grip the silver knife with every ounce of strength I hold. My eyes finally reactive to the utter darkness, give a basic outline of the corridor I'm in. I hear nothing behind me now, apart from my own pounding heart. I slowly turn, watching my step, to find nothing. No-one is behind me. Not Amelie. Not Michael. Not every Shane. I'm alone. Worse; I'm alone in Bishop's house of horror.

Where is everyone? Why am I alone?

I continue on my path, until I hear a single step. A strong, muscled hand touches my shoulder. The scream that escapes my lips is thunderous through the house; yet my kidnappers hand quickly muffles my dire need for help. Again lips brush my ear. This time holding no warmth or love. 'Claire how lovely; let's see how times have changed.' His voice chills my deepest fears. His laugh echoes the room, bouncing off each wall; he takes me in his arms and moves.

Shane's voice is the last thing I hear; his panic stricken voice, my name. All I can think is please don't let me die.

Eve's pov

I grip Michael's hand tightly as we walk the remaining feet to the house. The looming monstrosity creaks in the wind. Fear is all but gone. My spine shivers with each spine tingling glance; my nerves make me jittery. Michael's presence is the only thing keeping me here. Keeping me sane. Amelie's countdown comes all too soon; my fingers never leave Michael's grasp.

It feels like hours but its only moments when I hear a scream. Michael and I run. My stake is ready. Vampire after vampire; none of our own. But then there is one of our own. A human. The old laundrette lady; Sandy or Sandra? Sandra. That's her; she was my mum's friend. Her eyes are wide with fear, but her chest is unmoving; my fears are confirmed when the slow almost transparent flow of blood from her neck stop, Michael closes her eyes- another Morganville native gone, this town sucks. Deadpan.

I still have Michael's hand in mine as we follow the movement of noise. But all that stops as I hear an all too familiar scream. The scream of fear. The scream of urgency. The scream of help me. The scream that is coming from my best-friend, my CB.

Me and Michael run. Jumping and diving over random hazards thrown over the floor, into where the scream echoed. It's empty. Our eyes search the room, to find Shane's. His look exactly like my own, scared and completely out of our depth.

What the hell are we doing here?

Shane's pov

I'm moving, I'm going to find her.

Hell I need to find her.

I had so much to tell her outside but I couldn't because, that would mean admitting I was scared. That's something I never ever do. My feet move faster and faster. My eyes scan the room, side to side. But no sign of her is anywhere.

I should have told her. I should have reminded her how much I loved her. I should have stayed with her. Truthfully I should have never let go of her hand. But I did. Now she's somewhere in here. In this cavernous building. With him. With Bishop.

I follow the corridor, down and down. I see what Bishop is. His cold, cruel killings. The heads of his own lining the boarders. The weapons of a true killer lining the walls. Contraptions used; that home in places even the most corrupted would never see. He's the warrior of death. And he has my girl.

Eve and Michael are behind me; Eve's slow sounding sobs, make the air around me cold and pained- like a million iced daggers burning into my skin. I stop.

Amelie drops into my path, followed quickly by Oliver and Myrnin. 'You've led the way to my father; I can smell his presence.' She moves discretely through the large wooden door. Her power and aura shadowed with confidence. I follow stumbling down the decaying steps. Lights blind me as Amelie stands in front of her father with Claire.

She's powerful she's strong and his laughter stops; just as the sword comes down.

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