Emelia neared where the letter said to wait, she felt an uneasiness deep within, a feeling she couldn't shake or ignore. As she neared, the train station and town came into view. She released a breath she didn't know she was holding, and continued to ride forward. 

When she stopped, the train station was beside her, Emelia tied her horse, which she promptly names Javert, it was a French word she had heard of, meaning; to persue relentlessly. She liked the name, though her horse was a mare. She ran a hand across the beast's thick neck, and walked away from her. 

She was told to be there at ten AM sharp, but she decided to be early, just in case. SO she waited, and waited, the train seemed to be off schedule, because it was now ten. At quarter after ten, she got up to leave, she was a fool to even show up, it was either some joke, or a vampire. Either way she didn't care now. As she was untying her horse, she heard the train pull into the station, just to humor herself, she tied the mare back up, and watched the people as they dispersed from the train.

She watched, man, woman, child, the elderly, a few workers, rich and poor, any person imaginable stepped onto the platform, and either went into town, or took a carriage away. She turned to actually leave, when a figure caught her eye. A man, dressed in high-waisted pants, a white shirt, a grey vest, and a long dark overcoat, he also donned a pair of dual-framed sunglasses, and had a head of short cut, black hair. A light stubble on his chin.

Emelia swallowed as her mind processed the man that stood fifteen feet away from her. 

"Henry..." She breathed.

She slowly walked up to him, then walked a little faster, anger building within her with every step she took, when she reached him, she was no more than a foot away from him. They locked eyes for a moment, Emelia breathing heavily, slapped Henry as hard as she could, his face turning with the force of her hit. They stood a moment in a deathly silence, and Emelia did the unexpected.

She flung herself into his arms, Henry, still dazed from when she struck him, hesitently wrapped his arms around her, trying to calm her, as she was shaking from anger. "Henry, I'm fucking pissed, and overjoyed at the same time. I don't know whether I should hit you again or keep hugging you.." She mumbled into his shoulder, "Let's go with the latter on that one.." He replied with a small smile.

After their embrace ended, Emelia looked at Henry's face, she had longed to see him for so long, and he had longed to see her. "What brought you back?" asked Emelia, "I was sent back to find some vampire slaver in New Orleans, that and I...wanted to apologize to my friend." He said with nothing but sincerity in his voice, Emelia smiled, "I'm sorry, I truly am, I never should have said any of those things." He said as he locked eyes with her, "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have been so difficult and I also shouldn't have hit you..." Emelia trailed off.

Henry smirked, "I reckon a man deserves a good slap every once in a while, when his ego gets too big." He laughed, causing Emelia to chuckle. They had longed to hear each other's laughs. 

"So, about the vampire slaver?" "Oh! Right, his name is Arthur Benningham, he's one of the oldest vampires any of the Union knows of, aside from Adam of course, but that doesn't matter right now." He began, "They said I'd know him when I saw him, they also said he's been running a large slave operation for quite some time now, but the Union wants him dead because he's been making vampires, and we can't have more vampires like him running around." He explained.

Emelia felt her face pale, Arthur Benningham, he had to be the one that threw her into that one, the one that threatened to kill Henry and Abe. "What's the matter?" Henry asked, He tried to read her thoughts, to no avail. "I-I think I know who Arthur Benningham is, I may have met him when I went to New Orleans. He threatened me, and told me to leave.." She replied, "And you left? You didn't kill him? I've never known you to run away from a fight, Emelia-"

"He threatened to kill you and Abe!" She quickly replied, Henry's eyes darkened, "He knew my name, he knew Abe's name, and your's. He knows a lot of shit about us, and I wouldn't risk it, I couldn't. So I left, after he threw me into a wall and nearly broke my leg, of course.." She said, remembering the pain as it shot through her leg, she still had a limp.

Henry seemed to shift a bit when Emelia mentioned being hurt, she ignored it. "Is Abe coming?" She asked, "No, he's after a vampire named Jack Barts, the vampire that killed his mother. He also seems to be getting into law." Henry replied, Emelia nodded.

"If we want to kill Arthur Benningham before he gets wind of our coming, we'd better get moving." said Henry, and they walked to the horses. Emelia now noticed a white horse tied beside hers. "I had another friend bring it over for me.." He shrugged, Emelia rolled her eyes and mounted her horse and Henry mounted his.

They began their long ride to the river, where they would then take a boat, and then arrive in New Orleans. The entire ride to the river, they talked, and laughed. Henry spoke of the Union, and how bored and annoyed he was, and Emelia spoke little of her time alone. She didn't want Henry to worry about her. "I was going to see my priest friend, Charlie, when I got your letter, so after all this in New Orleans is done, you owe me, and we get to go back to Maine." Emelia told him.

"Alright, that seems fair enough, maybe you could show me where you used to live?" Henry asked, he regretted asking that, he felt that it hurt her, "I'm sorry I shouldn't hav-" "It's fine, if you really want to see my old home, I can show you." replied Emelia, Henry nodded. 

It was night by the time they finally reached the river, luckily a boat was still there, the two quickly bought tickets, and boarded. They were on their way to New Orleans, a city Emelia dreaded going back to. Henry couldn't read her thoughts, but he could feel her emotions. He felt her dread and worry, there was another emotion residing within her, one he couldn't put his finger on.

Emelia and Henry went to their small room, with two bunks across from each other. This boat was much nicer than the last one Emelia had taken to and fro the south. "How long will it take to get there?" Emelia asked her vampiric friend. "Maybe a day? It's been a while...so I don't remember." He replied.

Emelia nodded and looked out the window, a waiter brought each of them a hot meal, she paid the man, and ate both meals, considering Henry was incapable of eating. They ordered a couple drinks, and relaxing in each others company.

A day ago, Emelia was alone, angry, and felt a deep darkness within her. Now, Henry was back, and she felt happy and light again, she felt complete again. A day ago, Henry was bored and annoyed, angry with himself for hurting his friend, and now he was back with her once again, fighting evil, he felt happy, he felt whole. 

Emelia lied down in her bed, and rested her eyes. For once she felt content. Henry laid down as well, for the first time in weeks, they got a good nights sleep. They got a good night of rest, because they were back in each others company, because they were back together once again.

No nightmares, just silly dreams that will never come true, like flying or swimming in the ocean. When morning came, the boats horn sounded, as if it were saying "Wake up! You've arrived!", so the pair dressed and Emelia grabbed a snack, and they got off the boat. 

There they stood, Emelia swallowed hard, she was horrified. What is Arthur Benningham really did know them each that well, and he did send someone to kill Abe, or even Henry or herself. Henry laid a hand on her shoulder, and smiled softly. "It's gonna be fine, I'm right here, and I'll kick anyone's ass for you." He said, Emelia laughed, "I'll kick anyone's ass for you as well, Henry.." She replied. 

Henry eased some of the worry from her, but it was still there. Emelia and Henry walked through the city, trying to find a vampire slaver, so they could take him down. Together.

To Be Continued***

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A/N: Yay! They're finally back together!! I'm pretty happy with this chapter, so I hope y'all enjoy! And yes, I named her horse after Javert because I love him. ~Emilypeej

I mean look at him! Who couldn't fall for him!? Gorgeous eyes, that hair and beard, his voice and singing!! Absolute perfection in my book! ~Emilypeej.