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I woke up facing an empty side of the bed. It didn't look like James had been in it at all. 

There was a pounding in my head that seemed to increase with every small movement I took. I slowly turned and the light felt like piercing daggers that went straight through my eyes into my brain. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head to hide my eyes from the offending brightness. 

"Really doesn't seem like a good idea now, does it?" James asked from a different part of the room. 

I reached my hand out to the table beside the bed and opened up the drawer. I pulled out a pair of sunglasses I had stashed in there and slid them on over my eyes. I then opened them again and slowly made my way out of bed and over to the window where I pulled the blinds shut. 

Holding my head with one of my hands I shuffled over to one of the chairs and sat down. 

James slid a cup of coffee over to me. There was still steam coming off the top. He then passed me two small pills. Aspirin. 

I gladly popped the pills in my mouth and chased them down with the coffee. 

"I should really be having water you know," I croaked. 

"You should. But I also know that you would rather coffee and that you won't make any moves to go get water."

He was right. I did prefer the coffee. 

"Can you talk a little lower?" I asked rubbing my temple. 

I lifted the sunglasses slightly looking around. The room was darker since I'd shut the blinds and it helped my headache. 

"So, about yesterday," he said a little quieter. 

"Ugh please." I pulled the glasses back down to hide my eyes. "I really don't want to talk about that."

"It needs to be talked about. I didn't mean to let my anger get control yesterday-"

"Look Jared." His brows raised as I used his real name. "Since leaving it seems like we've done nothing but argue when it comes to the paranormal world. The fact of the matter is, we are both part of it. We have completely different views on what we should do. You want to sit back and wait things out and I just can't do that. I'm used to action, to doing something proactive."

I took a deep breath. This was something that I'd been thinking about off and on the past three months. Words that I hadn't really wanted to voice, but after everything I'd said yesterday, they needed to be. 

"Look. I know that you're not happy with what I said yesterday. Bringing it up with you was the right decision though because I honestly think it would have been worse for me to go behind your back."

He nodded at that. I knew he couldn't argue with me on that point, because it was entirely true. 

"Like I said, we have differing opinions."

I took a shaky breath. This was not something I wanted to do with a hangover because I was too emotionally unstable.

"The Organization isn't after you," I said slowly. "They're after me. I know that you don't agree with what I do, but I can't just sit here and twiddle my thumbs. If you want, you can go back home. You can go back with your sister and as long as you don't do anything to draw attention to you, then you'll be perfectly fine-"

"Stop. Just stop right there."

He looked panicked and I finally took the sunglasses off and sat them on the table. 

"I'm not going to leave you because we had an argument."

"We're going about this all wrong," I whispered. "We want to have it all or none and it's just not working like that. It's going to wear us down."

I had just woken up, but with this headache and with my emotions going all over the place, I was already exhausted. 

"I just don't want you out there doing stupid things. You're going to get yourself killed. I don't understand how you don't see that."

"There's one thing that I've learned over the past five years, if you plan something out, really plan it out, then it will be fine. Something could go wrong, sure, but you go over the possbilities. You think of everything that could go wrong and you come up with a plan." I reached my hand out, touching his. 

"How do you think I came up with that exit plan before? I decided that I wasn't going to walk away just  because you were a werewolf. If you ask others, that was an incredibly stupid decision, but Trevor and I thought of all the possible things that could go wrong. We looked everything over, and decided on a plan. We had many different ideas laid out. Having someone pick us up wasn't in the original plan, but it was something we'd discussed and we were ready for it.

"It doesn't matter if I keep hunting or not. The fact of the matter is I'm going to need more bullets or more weapons at some point because we never know what's around the corner for us."

"I understand that, but I wish there was a different way. There has to be a different way."

I sipped my coffee and then set it back down. 

"I don't know, but right now I really need to lay back down at let the aspirin wipe out this headache."

I slowly got back up and laid back down on my side of the bed, pulling the covers up. I heard the faucet running and a moment later James sat down on the bed next to me with a glass of water. 

"Drink this."

I sat up and took the water, sipping it at first. I hadn't realized how thirsty I was until the cold liquid was making its way down my throat. It left a cold trail all the way down into my stomach. 

"Thank you," I said as I handed the cup back. I scooted back down, laying on my side and James pulled the covers up and crawled in next to me. 

"There was one thing I didn't mean yesterday," I said after a while of us just looking at each other. 

"And what was that?"

"That I was glad you weren't my fiancé."

"Oh really?" He asked with a teasing smile. 

"Not that I'm saying I want you to be, but I'm not glad that you aren't." I started rambling with no idea how to get myself out of this hole now. "That was a lot smoother in my head."

"Oh, Miss Eliza, everything about you is just so smooth." He winked at me and then pulled me closer to him, his lips meeting mine. 

It felt good to kiss him, like this helped to let the black mark of yesterday fade away. I knew it wouldn't be forgotten, it shouldn't be forgotten, but we were moving past it. 

My leg went over his, wrapping around behind and his hand trailed up my bare skin until it met the hem of my pajama shorts. After the heated argument of yesterday, his affect on me seemed stronger. 

He kissed me deeply and his hand moved up further, traveling over my behind and resting at the small of my back, my shirt moving up slightly so his palm was flat against my back. 

I pulled back slightly looking into those dark eyes that had captured me all those months ago. 

"You infuriate me, James Ryce, but I love you," I whispered. 

"Well then I suppose we are even, Eliza Jacobson, because you infuriate me as well, but I love you too."

I smiled and he kissed me again. I pressed myself closer to him, my leg that was wrapped around him tightening. His hand stayed firmly at my back, the other snaked around the back of my head holding me to him and in a moment he shifted us so he was lying on his back. I was straddling him and his hand at my back started to rub back and forth. 

The fire from the simple act was agonizing. His teeth pulled at my lip and I groaned into his mouth. I felt his entire body reacting to mine in every way and mine was responding to him. 

His fingers gripped the hem of my shirt, playing with it for a moment before he slowly started to pull it up, his hand running along my bare skin on its way up. The slow torture sent a shiver through me. He released my head and mouth long enough to pull the shirt over my head. 

James' hands came to rest on my hips just above the waistband of my shorts. They gripped me tightly as I brought my mouth down on his. 

I started trailing small kisses down and nipped slightly at his neck. He groaned and I gasped as he rolled over. My legs were still wrapped around his waist and his hands were on mine, our fingers laced together as they were pinned by my head. 

I could feel the energy thrumming through my body, radiating from the mark on my neck. I was pretty sure I knew what this was. It was reacting to the feeling of him pressed hard against me, and it was wanting me to rip all his clothes off right now. 

I couldn't think straight. My breathing was coming in quick pants and his mouth was like fire on my skin. It was impossible to form a coherent thought. 

I moved my hands and he let me, going to the hem of his shirt I slowly started to pull it off before just quickly pulling it up and over his head. My hands ran along his warm chest and up and over his arms. I saw his eyes close for a moment and he sighed as my hands just moved over him, feeling every inch of his chest, back and arms. 

My arms settled around his neck, pulling him down to me. As he let his body drop down, I felt him press harder against my core and small moan slipped past my lips. 

I felt the muscles in his arms tense and his finger wound tightly in my hair with the sound. I was about ready to give in to all the sensations, to just hand myself over to it all. 

"Jared." My voice was breathy and strained but he knew what I was saying. In the use of his real name he knew exactly what I meant. 

He groaned rolled off to the side lying on his back next to me, leaving us both feeling very unsatisfied. 

This specific tension had only been growing between us and I knew what it had to be from. I just wasn't ready to take that step yet. He'd said that there wasn't a way back from that, and I wasn't ready emotionally or mentally to make that leap yet. 

There was silence between us as our breathing both started to slow back down and we waited for our bodies to come back under our own control. 

"You're just too damn tempting," he said in a low voice. I could still hear a hint of the hidden beast in his voice. 

"You're not easy to resist yourself," I said with a smile. 

I heard a rumble from his chest in response. His hand touched mine and our fingers laced together as he rolled onto his side to face me. I did the same. 

"I'm up for listening to what you had to say. I will actually listen, see what you have come up with. You've done this for a while, I agree that you know what you're doing. I know that you're just going to be tempted to do it anyway. 

"If you're going to run out there doing stupid stuff, I'd at least like to know what you're doing. I want to be in on the plan so I can help you. There's no way you would be able to pull off any of this stuff alone."

I smiled slightly. 

We talked about the plans that I'd thought up while I'd been sitting in the coffee shop. Eliza Jacobson had an entire life built up back in San Fransico. There was heavy paranormal activity in the area, and one night she'd been out with a friend and something had attacked them. It had killed her friend, but she'd managed to escape. 

Eliza had realized whatever had attacked them hadn't been human, it had long fangs that it had used as weapons. 

After that night, she had become invested in figuring out what was hidden in the world. 

This hadn't been in the file, this was something I'd just worked into her story. There had been something about an accident, but there hadn't been any specifics. I'd used the opportunity to fill in some blanks. 

James had looked thoughtful during the story, taking in what I said. I'd appreciated the fact that he'd kept quiet and just let me talk. 

I knew that The Organization had to be monitoring whatever was going on with the ghouls, which had struck again over night. There was no way they would be letting them run wild without a plan to bring them down. 

If I was going to do something, it would have to be timed right. 

I would have to find the ghouls and hope that The Organization was on their tail as well. I would have to track it down and kill it and hope that they would be around. It would be the only way they would bring me in. 

The Organization, at least back in America was heavily reliant on families, new ones weren't brought in at random, there had to be a strong case for it. We didn't unveil the paranormal to just anyone. They would have to know about it. 

If I killed a ghoul and they found me when I did, then there was a good chance they'd take me in for a line of questioning. They would want to know who I was, they would run a background check on me. It would come up with my new identity. I would fill them in with the story on how I came across the supernatural world. 

No doubt they would have an in with the cameras that were stationed all over London. They would know that I was here with James. That would be the tricky part. They would know we were living out of a hotel. They would want to know everything about James as well. 

I would have to convince him that he was not only just a human, but that he was a human that knew nothing about the paranormal world. I would have to convince them that I wanted him to stay in the dark. 

Chances are that if they believed all of that, they would still monitor him for a few weeks. They would keep an eye on him and me to make sure that we didn't do anything odd. James would have to keep himself in check. 

James just nodded. 

"I suppose there's always a chance it could work," he said. 

My eyes went wide. 

"I'm not saying that it's a smart idea, just that it could work. You have thought of quite a bit, I'll give you that. But there are still more things that we would need to think about."

"Like?"

"Well you're looks. They could already have someone out looking for you. Is it really safe to go in there looking like you do now when you look exactly like the person The Organization is looking for back in America? Maybe you should cut your hair and dye it."

"You are not touching my hair. I would kill you," I said poking his nose. 

"You wouldn't kill me. You just said you love me," he said with a roll of his eyes.

I narrowed my own. "I did say that, but now you're putting my love for you against my love for my hair. I think you're going to have to lose that one." I was joking... mostly. And he knew that. But I really didn't want to completely change my hair. It was my hair!

"Hair cut, color, contacts." James started ticking off the different changes I could make on his fingers and I just punched his arm. 

"Ouch, okay! Fine, let's say they already know to look out for you. If that's the case, they may recognize you on sight and take you in, or what if they discover you at some point throughout this?"

"We can have escape plans set in place. It would be hard to change our identities again, but there are other ways. You can be there watching in the distance when we set the first phase into action. I'll need to have weapons that are effective in killing a ghoul so I can leave you with my gun. If it looks like things are about to go downhill, then you can shoot whoever else shows up."

We were both bringing up good points. Pondering over them and whenever we ran into a possible solution, we came up with a way that we could counteract it. 

It felt great to be able to talk with James about this, and his predatory views actually helped quite a bit in the theorizing. The predatory wolf and the experienced hunter worked together coming up with every possible problem and solution to those problems. 

He never said yes to me, and I didn't mind that. At least he was talking with me, entertaining the idea and we were coming up with plans. This was what I had wanted. I hadn't wanted him to say yes, I had just wanted us to work together on something and we were. 

However, the more we talked about it and the more manageable the idea became, the more I wanted to do it. This was definitely something that could work for us. 

And if-if- I decided to take his offered idea of changing my hair and eyes, it would be even better. 

He'd suggested lightening my hair and then making me a redhead and then using colored contacts to give me green eyes. 

With my complextion, it would make me look completely different, and with the eye color change, well... I had to admit that it would probably work really well. 

I was just torn about my hair. It was me. 

Then again, the more I thought about how it was my last connection to the old me, the more I wondered why I was so attached to it. I had been dead set on losing the name Electra because of all the blood that had been shed by Electra. My hair was as much a part of that identity as the leather coat, black boots, and long brown hair was. 

Maybe it was time for a change. 

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So there's that. What do you think of this chapter?

So I lied. For the most part they will be referred to by their new names. However, as you may have noticed there will be some times (mainly during strong emotional moments for the characters) when they will slip into their real names. Such as when they get angry and whatnot. Or when El uses Jared's name for emphasis/meaning. 

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