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"Class is dismissed for today. And welcome back everyone." Amy said to the class, aware of Lewis looking at her with a proud smile.

"You've blossomed wonderfully since your first day." He praised after the last student left the class.

Yes, college has started again.

It's been over a week since New Years and there have been no new developments with the hunter. She hasn't seen Micah since New Year's Eve because he's been with his parents, probably trying to locate that kid witch. Four days ago Amy said goodbye to Chels and Morgan. It wasn't as emotional for her as she would be seeing them in less than two months but to watch Evie say her goodbyes, she cried anyway. If I moved here it would be the same...

She shook the thought away and smiled. "Thank you, Lew."

"You're welcome. I have a meeting with Gerry now so if you'll excuse me."

They walked out of the class together into their office. "Oh, do I have to be there?"

"No, she wants to discuss this semester's schedule; I can brief you later. I'll be back before class starts I promise."

They said their goodbye's before he shut the door and left. Amy was absolutely exhausted already. She'd already taught two classes this morning and her mind and feet were killing her. Right now she would do anything to go home, lie down and get a foot massage. Maybe she could persuade John...

A smile curved her lips as she thought up many scenarios to persuade him to do so. It wouldn't exactly be difficult. Just the other night, she'd been feeling the pressure of her final semester at SFU and he'd offered her a massage. Of course she couldn't say no, could she?

"You spoil me." She had mumbled into the pillow as his warm skilful fingers dived endlessly into her the curves of her back.

He'd chuckled and replied, "Who else can I spoil?"

There was a knock on her office door and before she could reply, the man that paraded around her thoughts almost every minute of every day, entered her office wearing a navy suit and a smirk.

"I haven't seen you for four hours, is that too long for you?" She asked turning and leaning back on the table.

"Apparently, because I couldn't concentrate one bit in my meeting this morning." He shut the door behind him. "How were your first classes?"

"Exhausting," Amy ran a hand through her hair, the length of it surprising her. It'd really grown since she'd been here. "I want to go home and sleep." She groaned.

"You'll get to," He stopped in front of her and held her face within his palms. "These next six weeks will go in no time at all."

"I know but... I don't like thinking about it."

"Amy, you do realise I'll follow you wherever you go."

"That's what I'm afraid of. You have a life here just like I have a life in New York. We can't up and leave everything. Not yet."

His hands dropped to his sides. The look that registered across his face was, not frightening but very worrying. It looked like all emotion had drained from his face.

"What are you saying right now?"

"I'm not saying anything, John. I need to finish this last year of college and graduate and you can't... I can't..." She lifted her hands up and dropped them with a huff. "I've been looking around and there are a few astrophysics programmes around Vancouver. I can apply for a visa and maybe in a few years-"

"You're willing to move here for me?"

"Well, yes. Evie's here-"

"Your family's in Manhattan."

"And your family... Your family is here. I couldn't let you move away from that."

"We have weeks before we have to decide." He said, curving his hands around her hips.

"But you say that every time we discuss it. We can't keep putting this off."

He exhaled sharply from his nose before engulfing her into a large warm hug. "Fine. When we get home tonight. Okay?"

She nodded into his shoulder, closing her eyes as his thumb brushed against the nape of her neck. "Okay. Thank you."

"Have I told you that I love you?"

"Many times."

He leaned back and smiled at her, the back of his hand brushing against her cheek. "I feel like I don't say it enough."

"I never tire from hearing it so if you feel like saying it every minute of every day then be my guest."

"Hmm..." His lips pressed along her jaw line, all the while whispering the words, 'I love you' not stopping until her fingers curved into his shoulders to pull him closer. "Is this enough?"

"No, you can carry on," She replied, closing her eyes as his mouth opened against the side of her throat.

The door to the office opened. "I left my- oh. I'm sorry."

Amy jumped back from John's embrace and stepped around to her desk. Her cheeks flamed. "N-no, it's fine I'm sorry. What've you forgotten?"

"Just my folder." He smiled and nodded his head to John. Amy rolled her eyes at John's ignorance as he raised his eyebrow at her co-worker. "Anyhow, I'll see you later."

"Bye, Lewis." She grabbed the sleeve of John's shirt and tugged.

"See ya." He grunted.

Lewis shook his head with a smirk and left.

"Did you date him?"

Amy gasped. "What? No! Why?"

"Because that man has an obvious problem with me."

"He said one thing." She defended. "It was ages ago, get over it."

"I'll get over it after he apologises." He grumbled to himself. "Anyway the reason I really came in here is because Micah wants you to meet him in the cafe."

"Oh, okay. Are you coming?"

He took her hand after she grabbed her jacket and led her out of the classroom. "No, I have to meet Michael and Nick off campus. I'll be back in a few hours."

John planted a kiss on her lips before taking off in the other direction. By the time she found Micah in the cafe, he was standing up packing away a paperback folder.

"Micah," She greeted when she stopped at his table. "What's up? Why did you want to see me?"

"I've got a few... Really important things to talk about but you're going to have to walk with me because I'll be late for my next class."

Amy frowned at Micah's pale skin and untamed hair and followed him out of the coffee shop. "Micah... What's wrong?"

"I-I- I can't explain it all here. I've been seeing things. And I keep drawing his face, it's always the same face and then it's your face. Things are changing in my head." She watched as his hand gripped the ends of his hair. He knocked his sunglasses off and they fell to the floor. Micah grunted and groaned in frustration and she laid a hand in his arm to calm him.

"Calm down, Micah." She scooped them up before placing them in his palm. This was the first time she'd ever seen him so frustrated with himself. "Breathe."

His chest rose and fell as he took deep quick breaths. "You're always there, no matter what. I can't, it keeps changing."

"Did you find the child?"

"My mother found her. But she won't drop the cover yet. We've had her since Saturday. Look, here," He handed her the folder before pressing his watch for the time and cursing. "Amy I have to go. But please. Promise me you'll be careful."

"What's going to happen?"

He started backing away. "I don't know I can't pin point what will happen I've told you. I've got copies of the sketches I'm going to show everyone later tonight. Look at them when you can!" And with that, he got his bearings and started off toward the building.

Amy stood there completely perplexed and horribly worried as she watched him go. Just as she was about to look at the drawings, she registered what Micah's watch had said and started speed walking back to class.

She and Lewis taught two more classes, the last finishing just after half four. They both sat in their office reading the term papers the students had written up during the holidays marking and exchanging comments on whether they had marked each student fairly. As she worked, she honestly considered taking up a teaching job here in SFU. Then again, she would like to have a go at that programme Gerry had suggested before settling into a teaching job. Maybe in the future.

An hour later at around half five, both Lewis and Amy started putting on their coats getting themselves ready to go. He excused himself from the office to pick something up from his classroom and she started to pack away her paper work. She stood and rounded her desk pausing at the sight of the paperback folder containing Micah's sketches.

Amy flicked open the folder and smiled at the first bundle of sketches of her face, smiling and laughing in a darkened background. The detail was so astounding she wondered if Micah was really blind. She turned over to the next page and paused. The look on her face had changed completely from smiling to frowning or crying or... she recognised her own expression as frenzied or frightened. These few sketches on one page scared her. When Micah had said he had a few sketches of her she wasn't expecting this at all.

When she turned onto the next page, she gasped at the dark sketches of her mouth open mid scream and a sketch in the corner of a landscape in the dark. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. If what Micah saw came true then what was next? Would it happen tomorrow? Next week?

She lifted the folder into her shaky palms and counted how many pages were left. Two. She prayed she wasn't on any of them.

True to her thoughts, she wasn't. But someone she knew very well was. Someone she didn't expect or even suspect as the hunter. There was no question about it. Every curve of the jaw and cheekbones proved that it couldn't be anyone else.

Amy didn't know what to do. She suddenly found herself in a desperate panic, glancing at each face and each page hysterically reaching for her phone in the process.

Her finger had literally swiped across the screen when something with a ridged end smashed forcefully right over her temple. The shout of pain barely rang throughout her ears before her body shut down into unconsciousness and fell onto the carpeted floor of her and Lewis office.

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Bump.

Her head... God, her head-

Bump.

The side of her head knocked against the cushion of... A car seat?

Music filled her ears but barely... She recognised the band... The Fratellis... Such a bittersweet song.

Bump, bump.

Amy felt completely restricted. Her vision was blurry, the right side of her head was throbbing, her hair was matted to her head and her hands... She wiggled her wrists. They were tied with... something... maybe cable ties?

Her gaze finally cleared and she realised she really was in a car. A moving car.

Her breathing increased as she started to hyperventilate as she tried to wiggle from her restraints. Where was she?

"Please calm down."

She glared toward the driver's seat and exhaled a shaky breath. The lump in her throat was from fear and her unshed tears.

Lewis slowed the car, glancing behind to look at her before staring ahead. The tears finally flowed as memories of Lewis' face jumped out from Micah's sketches.

"What...? What are-are-" She tried to speak but even the sound of her own voice hurt her head.

"Amy, I'm sorry I hurt-"

"Let me go. Please." She begged. "What do you want from me?"

Lewis sighed and glanced back at her. "It's not you I want. But in order to get to that leech I need you. He'll protect you and he'll do anything to save you."

She was going mad. Each twist and turn he made sent her insides churning. Her long skirt didn't have any pockets and she knew for a fact she didn't have her phone in her jacket pockets. She must have dropped it after he hit her. She had nowhere to go.

"Lewis, you don't have to do this." She said shakily.

"Yes, I do." He said. "You don't get it."

The road suddenly became uneven beneath her.

"But-"

"Let me explain something to you. People like you, humans that interact with vampires, they make me sick. I'm sorry if that's harsh to hear but I don't like what you've done to yourself." He stopped the car with an immediate halt and jumped out of the car. Before she could blink, he opened her door and yanked her by the arm out of the car. Her tights did nothing to protect her from the... The-

"Snow?" She mumbled glancing around at the mountains and trees.

"Snow. I know your friend has been seeing a forest so instead I brought you to a mountain."

Her head lolled to the side slightly. Her head felt so heavy... Her eyes flickered to the collar of her pale blue shirt... Or should she say dark red. Blood. From her head. She probably had a concussion.

"Sit here." He sat her on the seat of his Mercedes leaving the door wide open. "I'm not blind I can see that bite mark on that neck of yours and your friend Evie. You're both blood banks to those vampires. Michael. John."

"How can you see it, you're not a-"

"A witch? A vampire? I know. I'm not. I'm a hunter, Amy. I was born with this... This gene inside of me. I did not have a choice did I?" His voice rose, echoing and bouncing off the trees around them. "I kill vampires because I have to."

Lewis looked absolutely dishevelled. His white dress shirt was left open; his hair was here there and everywhere. His crystal blue eyes looked crazed. Mad even. He didn't look his usual self.

"Gene?" She asked quietly.

"Yes." His throat bobbed up and down as he ran a hand through his curly mess of hair. "Do you want to know what my stupid great-great-great-great-great grandfather did? He doomed my entire family, my sons I haven't had. He ruined mine and my father's lives."

"Does... Harriet know? Her husband, is he...?"

"No, Harriet doesn't know and me and her husband share the same mother. He's doesn't have the gene."

Amy was glad Harriet didn't know. She could imagine the worry.

"My grandfather... his daughter was turned by a vampire. This was over six hundred years ago. 1408 in fact. He went to a witch demanding she change her back, to do whatever was in her power for her to be human again. She couldn't. It isn't possible, not in the slightest. During this time, vampires, or Night Walkers, slaughtered and killed mercilessly, worse than this present day. And after a while, after much research from her own ancestor's books and journals the witch found a spell. A spell of dark magic. By this time his daughter had fled, evil had possessed her very soul.

The witch cast a spell upon him and his first born son. They would have the ability to hunt vampires; to kill them mercilessly. As time wore on and the gene was passed on through to each first born male the gene mutated. All we can think about is killing and keeping humanity safe. No mercy. None at all. I can't stop myself. It's in me to do this. We can almost... sense a vampire. That night at your birthday was torture for me. Seeing and feeling those vampires in the room with all of those humans. Your friends, Pam, Nick and Michael and that other vampire I saw you with at the bar. And then your lover, John. I just have to ask you, are you that fucking reckless?"

Amy's insides were chilled, not because of the cold but because of the tone of his voice. "No... I-"

"Are you sure?" He advanced forward and she flinched when he gripped her chin to turn it to the side. The side where a ghost of John's bite resided. "How could you let him do this to you? If he loved you he wouldn't hurt you."

"He didn't hurt me." She whispered, frightened to her very soul. "I-I gave him permission it was me. He didn't force me, he would never-"

"Do you hear yourself? Vampires have no souls, no emotions. You're a fool." He let go of her and stepped backwards. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Amy." He reached into his pocket and produced her phone. "But John has to die."

"No, Lewis please-"

"You don't understand." He mumbled as he held her phone to his ear.

She turned her gaze to the dashboard of the car and noted how many hours that had past.

Four. Four hours.

If she closed her eyes, she could see it now.

Anastasia's house. Mike and Evie in the kitchen with Kate.

Ana, Pam and Nick discussing what to do with Micah.

Micah's parents persuading that child to drop the cover.

Maybe even Nathaniel would be there, helping out. Maybe not.

And then there's John.

Keeping to himself. Not speaking a word of how he was feeling to anyone not a single person. Micah would have already shown all of them the sketches. Michael, Evie and John would be the most surprised. John would be angry. The fact they'd both talked to him earlier today would anger him more. He'd blame himself. He'd come up with ways he could have stopped this:

"I should have picked her up."

"I should have waited up for her."

"I should have..."

Should, would, could....

Amy wished she could wipe her head or at least touch it to feel how bad her wound was. The trickling running down her face confirmed it must be deep enough for it to carry on bleeding four hours on.

Lewis voice was quiet as he spoke over the phone.

So, this was how it was. She was a hostage really. A pawn in Lewis's big game. At this point the future was unpredictable. She didn't know whether Lewis would kill her or not although he said protecting humanity was his job. Yes, because hitting me over the head is protecting humanity.

Amy wondered how she could joke at a time like this. Maybe it was the shock of it all. How this could happen so quickly. How Lewis, of all people, could be the vampire hunter. One from a long mutated line apparently. What hope did she have now?

Her stare flickered to a movement to the side of the car and she narrowed her gaze; her glasses gone, probably back in the office.

The movement was lost to her; she was short-sighted after all. She couldn't see that far out without her glasses.

Lewis's voice rose as he paced further away, his eyes scanning the tree lines before glancing at me.

She saw more movement from the side and slyly looked again. She leaned forward and quietly gasped when she caught eyes with a pair of bright grey ones.

Thank God, Nate.

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