to hell and back.

Disclaimer: This chapter contains content involving kidnapping. It's not too bad, but I should warn you-just incase you don't like reading that stuff.

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My hands are sweaty and shaking. I cannot keep them still. Pacing back and forth through the red-painted hallway, staring at the pictures hanging along the wall, I try to keep my mind off of Vaggie. Maybe I should try remembering things of my old life, like I did when I was trying not to focus on the fact that I had been stabbed with that spear.

Vaggie fainted after I took the spear out of her stomach. Blood gushed out of the wound so fast that I didn't know if we were ever going to stop it. Charlie had a piece of torn cloth handy and tied it tight around Vaggie's torso, but it didn't do much to help. Reluctantly, Angel threw Vaggie over his shoulder and ran her back to the hotel. Day was fading into night and we saw no more exterminators on our way back to the safety of the building.

Vaggie is currently in the medical room, getting her wound stitched and bandaged. I am waiting outside, pacing, hoping that she will be okay.

I know that hoping won't help. She needs a miracle to survive that jab.

Being alone out here isn't good. The trauma of today is getting to me. Everywhere I turn, I imagine seeing the spine-chilling exterminators, ready to attack. I wish Angel were beside me, cracking stupid jokes and calling me Barbie doll, but after dropping Vaggie off, he left to go cause more mayhem outside. He asked me to come with.

I refused.

"My love?" A voice asks from behind me. I squeal, jumping about a foot into the air. I think about my Glock, about using it to shoot whoever is behind me. As if by magic, the Glock materializes in my hand. I stare down at it with shock. I just summoned my weapon.

My heart beat slows as I look up and see Alastor standing there. His face is grinning, masking the evil and bad intentions. I take some deep breaths, staring up at him. His eyes narrow, and his smile widens. Scary.

"Hi, um, Alastor." I look down at the Glock in my hand and tell it that I don't need to shoot him. It listens to my thoughts and poofs away. Interesting.

I look at Alastor again. His arms are behind his back, one of them surely holding his cane. His body is almost lanky, and observing it, I realize that I really need a hug.

So I hug him. I can hear him scoff, but I ignore it and squeeze his body against mine.

Stepping back, I feel tears in my eyes and try to ignore them. "Sorry. I just... needed that."

"I understand," he says, reaching one arm to touch my wounded one. At first, I think it's meant to be comforting, but then he grips the fresh bandages around my stab tightly. I wince.

His grip tightens further.

"Ow," I say. He just smiles. Fucking sadist.

"Come with me," he drawls, seductively. "I can give you something else you need."

My heart skips a beat. I know what he is implying. And I want nothing to do with it.

"No, I'm just fine right here. I have to wait for Vaggie," I tell him, fighting back a scream of pain.

"Then I'll give it to you right here." His eyes are sparkling, his smile witty.