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Harley folded one final shirt into the suitcase that was already heaving with clothes of both hers and Mason's and then clamped it shut. She felt arms thread around her waist from behind and tilted her head up slightly to see Mason smiling down at her. "You know, I'm surprised that the case hasn't exploded yet." He chuckled. Much to his surprise, she laughed with him. It was something he hadn't heard in a long time, which made him appreciate it all the more. "So, are you ready to get out of here yet?" He questioned."Yes…" Her voice leaned heavily on the hiss of the S. "But, as much as I'd love to leave before the sun comes up, there are still a few loose ends we need to tie up beforehand."He sighed. Though still content, these loose ends didn't contribute towards the feeling. The city felt smaller than it had only a matter of months ago and he was glad to be leaving it at long last without any repercussions. "Can we get an early start on that then?" He pleaded."Yes, of course."

"Okay, repeat the plan to me one more time." Mason requested.After an afternoon spent coming up with a plan, he'd had Harley recite it to him three times already. The daylight was already beginning to give way to the pastel colours of twilight. Julian had told them that the attack would take place at night time, but he hadn't given them a set hour. "Is this really necessary?" Harley groaned."Not really, but we need to make sure that things go as planned tonight. This could be our last chance." He urged."I know." She glanced briefly towards the door and sighed. "When the attack happens, I stay out of sight. I won't intervene in the fight until he thinks he's gaining the upper hand. Once he's misled, I'll take him by surprise and we take him out together using my old silver dagger."Finally happy with her perfect memory of the plan, he flashed a small smile before his lips pulled back into the firm line they'd held all afternoon. She, too, managed a smile as she slid the dagger into

The last drop of blood drained from the bag and Mason threw it into the trash can in the corner of the kitchen. Harley stood in the doorway with her arms folded across her chest. A lot had been spoken between them at her mother's grave and yet there was still so much that remained unspoken. She dug the tip of her fangs into her tongue. She was through the worst of her adjustment period but they had much bigger problems to address. Mason looked up, having finally satisfied his own hunger, it was easier to focus. "Uh-oh, I know that look.""No, I'm fine, I think the worst parts of the transition are over… There's actually more that I wanted to talk about." She assured him."Then why do you have that look?" "What look?""You look like someone just died or something." "Mason, that's not funny." She scolded. "It has nothing to do with what happened yesterday.""Sorry, too soon?" He raised an eyebrow."Way too soon." "Anyway, I'm guessing that what you wanna talk about involves a certai

Harley stared blankly at the coffee mug full of blood that had been set down in front of her. Mason had poured it from the bag to the cup with the idea that it would help after she'd been unable to bring herself to drink from the bag. Now the problem was that she was unable to bring herself to pick up the mug. Mason pulled out a chair and sat beside her. It had been two hours and she still hadn't let even the smallest drop of blood pass her lips. He could tell that convincing her was not going to be easy."Sooner or later you're gonna have to drink, you know." He prompted.She sighed. "I know, I know. I'm trying." She said. "Hmm…" He hummed, trying to think of another idea. "What if you close your eyes and drink?""I'll give it a try." She shrugged and reached for the mug. As she brought it to her lips, she closed her eyes and tipped the mug forward. The blood slid towards the edge but before any of it made it to her mouth, she lowered the cup again and groaned in frustration. "Wh

It was at least an hour after her heart had beat for the last time before Mason could bring himself to move. He wanted to remain there forever, cradling her in his arms until she opened her eyes again. That's exactly what he did during that time, until the sound of the bird's morning song indicated that morning was on the horizon. It was only then that he moved, taking Harley with him, and returning to the empty house that he pathetically called home. Once he'd got there, he went straight to the master bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Her blood had painted his hands red and he hurried into the bathroom, unable to get them under the running tap fast enough. Water slid over his hands and with some scrubbing, the blood washed away. In his mind though, his hands were still stained crimson. He turned the tap hastily, ceasing the flow of water and glanced up at his reflection staring back at him in the mirror that was screwed into the wall. Anger and hatred bubbled up inside him unti

Demitri was long gone, having removed himself from the situation before the fight had even begun. Mason wouldn't have noticed if it hadn't been for the lack of orders being barked at his puppets. He glanced towards the left exit of the cave, contemplating chasing down the elder vampire, but glanced back at Harley, who had her hands full fighting three of those puppets at once. That made his decision for him. He elbowed another vampire that had crept up behind him in the last half second, and then swung his fist back, striking them in the face. The vampire staggered back and gave Mason a window to attack another that was advancing towards Harley. In a swift and soundless movement, he swiped the sword that had been dropped earlier and sliced their head clean off. Harley kicked one vampire away and used the split second it gave her to plunge a stake into the other's heart. She spun to see Mason standing before her, having killed the last of the horde and let out a breath as she took in