A/N: Hey guys thanks for all the love! It's taking me a bit to write this. I didn't exactly want to be heavy handed Biblical (because you know...Bray and Evangeline aren't exactly the most religious) or cliche (believe in the power of love!) with this, and I'm trying not to be really corny either. Give me some input, pwease?

Evangeline was asleep the next night when her bedroom door opened and she heard the footsteps. Opening one eye she watched a familiar silhouette cross the room and drop a heavy bag in the corner of the room with a hiss of pain. "Bray?" he turned slowly to look her way and she eased her hand under her pillow, wrapping her hand around the switchblade she hid there. "Hey."

She moved the knife to the pocket of her shorts and leaned across the bed, switching on the lamp. His face was bloody and dirty, his hair matted with sweat. "Bray what happened?" She crawled from the bed and walked slowly over to him. He took her face in both hands and gazed into her eyes. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you." His eyes were their normal bright blue, but the fire she always seen in them was gone. She moved his hands and closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Baby what's going on? Tell me."

His heart thudded against his rib cage, a welcome sound against her ear as she leaned against his chest. He smelled like dirt and the swamp, like he's been out in it for days. "Whatever is going on, just tell me. We can work through it together." He breathed in heavy as she held him, his arms lax against his sides. She wished he'd hold her. Thunder rumbled in the distance as he looked into her eyes. "Evangeline, I think it's time we call it quits." Shocked, she looked up at him. "What? Why?" He pulled away from her. "I want to stay here tonight and I'll leave first thing in the morning." He turned to head to the bathroom and she grabbed him by the wrist. "Bray goddamn it, talk to me!" He freed his wrist from her grip and grabbed a fistful of clothes from his drawer in the dresser. "Is this because of what happened last time?" He shut the door on her question, locking her out.

She pounded her fists against the door and called his name but to no avail. Her only answer was the hiss of the shower. Feeling defeated, she sat cross legged on the foot of the bed, trying to decide on her next course of action. She frowned and flexed her shoulders, upsetting the still healing tattoo on her back. Something shiny in his bag caught her attention and she glanced at the bathroom door before leaning off the bed to investigate. The locket she made him was tucked into a side pocket. He never took it off, but ere it lay with the cord popped, as if it had been torn from around his neck. She pushed it back down into the pocket it was in and settled back on the foot of the bed, her hands clasped in her lap.

As she waited the thunder rolled closer, lighting the room up with flashes of lightning. She watched her own reflection in the large mirror above their dresser. The person in the mirror seemed like an imposter, the dark circles around her eyes and the long dark hair framing the pale face. A shiver ran through her and she rubbed at her bare arms. Evangeline stared at the reflection of her Marie Laveau tattoo until it seemed to move, the dark snake winding around Marie as she smiled. As she stared she began to think of Bray and she saw him in the reflection, wrestling with another dark figure until it consumed him. Lightning flashed and sheets of rain fell on the tin roof suddenly, shaking Evangeline from the vision. The door clicked open and he swung the door wide, his bare shoulders filling it's frame.

"Sleep on the couch tonight." Evangeline crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not going anywhere." He crossed the space between them and stared down at her. "Evangeline, go." He commanded. "This is my house too. My bed. Besides, you can't lay in this bed anyway." He turned his head slightly in confusion before attempting to step forward. He hissed in pain, stepping backwards. "Just as I thought. That's not just my Bray in there." Lightning flashed again, illuminating the demon face shadowing his. He reached out for her but he couldn't overstep the protection circle beneath the bed. He glanced for the door and with on swift motion she scattered a line of salt infringing of it. "Let's have a talk, shall we?" he took a seat in the rocking chair in the corner. "Okay. Let's chat sweet cheeks. Maybe pick up where we left off last time I was here?" he sneered with a voice deeper than his own.