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[EASTON GAGE LEVY]

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[GRACE ADELAIDE MCNEELY]

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Grace looked at her phone in complete shock. She saw his name written clearly on her screen as her phone rang. She felt her heart beat in her throat and her stomach drop to the floor. She felt so many different emotions running through her in that single moment that she felt a little dizzy. Grace sat down on her couch and let the phone ring. She didn’t know why she had kept his number all of this time or why it felt like a fucking brick wall of emotions fell on top of her. When Easton had turned her to what she is now, she was the most furious person on the face of the earth. But somehow she couldn’t even do the simple task of deleting his number. It was a good thing that she had or else she would have probably answered the phone call. And who knew what he was calling her for? Did he know that she was back in Manuka? God, if he did he could very easily find her. How was she going to avoid him for very long when he knew how to track her down so well?

She clenched her fists and wrapped her arms around her stomach. She brought her knees up to her chest. The ringing finally stopped she took a deep breath. She hoped to God that he wouldn’t leave a voicemail. And just as she thought that he hadn’t her phone went off. She jumped at the sound and sighed when she realized it was nothing but her voicemail going off. She grabbed her phone and tossed it across the room not wanting to even be near it. She stood and walked to her bathroom. As she splashed water onto her face, she thought about what it could say. She thought firstly of the fact that he could have somehow butt-dialed her, but that would indicate that he had kept her number, which she was certain he hadn’t. Then she considered that he had changed his number and whoever had it now dialed her number by mistake instead of someone else’s. But that was so unlikely that she felt stupid for even thinking about it.

So if he did call her, what the heck could it even be about? Surely he wasn’t calling to ask her to come over and chat with him. They had ended on such terrible terms that he would be a complete moron if he was calling and asking to talk. She would have nothing to do with the prick.

She looked at herself in the mirror and blinked a few times. She would have to eventually listen to it, so she might as well go ahead and get it over with. She dried her face with a wash cloth and walked to her phone lying on the ground. She saw the blinking light and her heart stuttered a little in her chest. She took another deep breath and readied herself for what she was going to hear. When she put the phone up to her ear, she didn’t know what to think. Grace listened in silence to her message.

“You have one new voicemail from Easton Levy time: 1:13 pm, date: September 15.”
“Grace, it’s Easton,” Her heart pounded in her chest at his name, and tears stung her eyes suddenly. “I, uh, don’t even know if this is still your number but I…” There was a long pause in the message and Grace felt anger run through her entire body. The nerve he had! How could he call her out of the blue? And after so long! How could he even begin to think—her thoughts were cut off by the sound of his voice and his words. “I need help.” Yeah, you little bastard, you need a lot of fucking help—again he thoughts were cut off. “I’m…I’m dying and i…I don’t even know what else to do. You might not even listen to this, but if you do please call me back.”
“End of messages.”

Grace looked down at her phone. She replayed the message again to try and figure out if he was lying. In the four months that the two dated, she learned just about everything a person could learn about Easton Levy, and she knew for a fact that he was telling the truth. It made it so much harder to want to strike him dead with whatever was killing him. Grace didn’t know what to think about him dying. The tables sure have turned, she thought.

*two days later*

Grace hadn’t thought of anything except Easton for two straight days. She thought she was angry with him before, but that was nothing compared to how she felt now. She couldn’t understand how he could come crying to her, asking her if she could help him after what he had done to her. He had made her the monster she was second most afraid of in the entire supernatural world. She felt like screaming.

What she needed to do was call Becca. She was always able to get her mind off of things like this, and before she had moved away, she was able to even get Easton off of her mind. So she called Becca hoping, praying that she would pick up and distract her well. She had no such luck and the call went to voicemail. She left a voicemail, but doubted that she would get a call within the next day. Grace needed to get out of this God forsaken house. She needed to go out and see something that could get her mind out of everything Easton. So she grabbed her purse and began walking towards downtown. She figured that there was pretty much always something going on downtown.

When she got there, people swarmed the street, and the only thing she could think about was killing every single one of those people just to get them out of her damn way. She didn’t want to be touched, and everywhere she turned, someone was brushing up against her shoulder or bumping into her without apologizing. She turned the corner that led towards Seventh Avenue and there she saw him. He walked slowly down the street hunching over against the cool breeze. His skin looked paler than she remembered and she figured that it was probably something to do with the fact that he was dying. Oddly enough, she felt nothing when she saw him. She was completely emotionless.

Since she didn’t have a sudden outburst in anger, she followed him. She walked behind him far enough so that he wouldn’t notice her, but just close enough so that see could follow him easily without losing him. He stopped at a house and turned to walk up the driveway. She stayed back until he got into the house. After a few minutes, she slowly tip toed up to the side of the house. Her heart was beating so quickly in her chest that it sounded like she had just run a marathon. She knew how good Easton’ ears were, so she sincerely hoped that he couldn’t hear her walking up and freaking out.

Grace found a window to her right and walked up to it. There he was, lying down on his couch, his shirt lifted just slightly above his pants. Jeez. She didn’t want to see that. She mentally hid his stomach from her mind and looked at how awful he was. Served him right. His eyes were shadowed, but she could see the dark purple and red bags under them. He looked so pitiful. She smiled a little to herself. It was as if he had exactly what she did before he had turned her. He looked almost as awful as she had as she was slowly dying. Karma was obviously as much of a bitch as she liked her to be. She let out a little laugh, pleased.

Suddenly his eyes shot open and he stared directly at her. She jumped about a foot from the ground. She swallowed and quickly ducked her head even though she knew that he had seen her. Grace sprinted into the driveway and made her way down the street a little ways. When she rounded the corner, she was sure that he couldn’t have caught up with her due to his illness and slowed her pace. She also didn’t want to look like a crazy person running down the street with nothing chasing her. Grace took a deep breath and looked over her shoulder. She was relieved when she saw nothing.

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[EASTON GAGE LEVY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] I told you you should never follow me But here we are and you're in too deep (grace) (lots) (wearing: click) (fjdkfjasifid) "...please, call me back...' As soon as he'd ended the call Easton had pitched the cell phone across the room, frustrated and not even sure why the hell he'd called her in the first place. Last ditch effort or something. He was the last person whose name she would have wanted to see flashing across the screen of her phone, if that was even her phone he'd just called a moment ago. Pacing back and forth for a moment, he gnawed absently at one of his thumbnails. It had been a week since that bitch girlfriend of Spencer's had poisoned him. He hadn't even known who she was until she'd come up to him at a bar one night, worming her way into the seat next to him at the counter. They hadn't even exchanged more than a passing glance before she'd ordered a drink and left five minutes later to head off towards the other side of the room. Obviously she'd kept good tabs on him though because when he'd left twenty minutes after that she had herself in just the right spot to 'accidently' bump (more like rammed) into him and that's when he'd felt the sharp prick in his arm. In a hissed out whisper she'd let him know he wouldn't be bothering Spencer anymore because in two weeks he'd be dead, but not before he suffered a bit, just for shits and giggles. Fifteen seconds. That's all the longer the contact lasted before she had hurried away, job done. And left him standing there, half confused and with a sudden, sharp pain running up his arm. It hadn't taken long for him to realize what she'd done, rolling up his sleeve to see the needlemark, the skin around already turning an angry red color. She'd been smart to get out of there quick or else he would have ripped her head off, right then and there, in front of the entire bar. Instead he'd gone back to his house and done what he could to tend to his arm but it was really all fairly pointless seeing as the shit she'd shot him up with was running through his bloodstream. And already wreaking havoc on his body just a couple hours later. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what the potion had been laced with as it was fairly well known silver and wood were the only things that could kill him. If he hadn't been the one faced with the prospect of a slow and torturous death Easton probably would have given the girl props for ingenuity. And balls. At first he'd faced the situation with his normal cocky confidence. He'd figure out something to stop it. After a three days, what seemed like a million calls to just about every single person he knew who might possibly be able to help and no sleep for almost seventy-two hours he'd started to feel the first edge of anxiety creep into his mind. The witch had been right about it making him suffer too. At first it had just been been his arm that hurt but that changed as the days ticked by and by the end of that week his entire body ached. It was almost like having the worst type of flu imaginable, leaving him pale and drained of energy. That's what he'd used as his reason for taking off time from the fire station at least. The worst part was knowing it was only going to get worse. His body was trying to fight it off and heal but it was a vain attempt at best. And faced with dead end after dead end Easton was left utterly and completely helpless to do anything about it. If there was one thing the man hated it was feeling like he did now. Hands tied and powerless. There was only one other time he'd felt the same way and things had not ended well then either. Only in that case it hadn't been his life on the line but someone else's. Her life. Her name had flickered through his mind at some point in the middle of the night, pulled out of that far corner where he'd pushed it five years ago. He'd passed over her number in his phone so far without even a second thought even if she was probably the one person out of all of the people in his contacts that could legitimately help him. He didn't even know why he had kept her number and half thought about just deleting it right then and there. He hadn't though, scrolled past it once again and called yet another number that led to nothing helpful. A process he had repeated until he was left staring at the last name left in his phone, inwardly debating whether or not to hit 'call' or just turn the damn phone off. He would have been lying if he hadn't said giving in and calling her had been a blow to his pride. That he had to resort to begging her for help, help she probably wouldn't even care to give in the first place. A part of him had been relieved when it had gone to her voice mail. At least this way he didn't have to talk to her. She probably wouldn't listen to the message once she saw who it was from or maybe she would out of sheer curiosity as to why he'd bother calling her after all this time. Either way he didn't expect an answer from her. He wasn't even sure he wanted one. Honestly she'd probably think he deserved what he had coming to him, which was true enough and he wouldn't have blamed her for that either. He still didn't regret what he had done though. Would do it again without a second thought too even if she did hate him for it. And he was very much certain she did even if he hadn't seen her since the night he'd last seen her in the hospital. He knew Grace well and when she said something she meant it. And she'd made it quite clear what she thought about him turning her. Just the thought of it irritated him, probably more than it usually would if he wasn't already feeling as miserable and pissed off as he was. Easton didn't bother to go pick up his phone. He'd already called everyone else in it and he wasn't about to play the waiting game when it came to Grace possibly calling him back. No sleep for three straight days wouldn't normally even phase him in the slightest but at this point he felt like he could have collapsed on the hardwood floor and slept for a week. Not even bothering to go up the stairs to his bedroom he spread out on the couch and was out almost as soon as he touched the cushions. TWO DAYS LATER He hadn't woken up until almost eleven o'clock the following night, which for him was something of a record. And he had still felt tired as hell. He needed to eat though, or more precisely, quench his thirst. The whole being half and half did have its perks and not needing to drink blood every single day was one of them. Going almost four days was pushing it though. So he'd taken a quick shower to help clear his head and forced himself to leave the house and find some unfortunate soul to prey upon. Thankfully the sheer number of bars and clubs in the city made his job a whole lot easier and a couple of hours later he was already heading back home, thirst quenched and feeling better than he had in the past couple of days. He knew it would probably be temporary or at least until the blood he'd just drank wore off but for now it was better than nothing. Like he figured though it didn't last long and by the next morning he was feeling just as tired and weak as before. He'd only taken the week off from work, having planned on figuring out a way to fix things by now but obviously that wasn't going to be the case which meant a trip down to the fire station and a talk with the chief. Honestly he and the older man got along well and he had no problem with Easton using the rest of his sick time to take this week off as well. The fact that Easton looked like hell probably wasn't hurting things either. There was no point in having a man around who was too weak to haul the extra sixty or seventy pounds of gear needed to run into burning buildings after all. He was on his way back home from the station when it first hit him. The sensation that he was being watched. He'd learned early on in life to trust the heightened awareness his senses provided him and they'd never steered him wrong so far. A subtle glance to the side and slightly over his shoulder showed nothing out of the ordinary though. Continuing to walk at the same pace he shook the feeling off, taking one more glance just before he opened his front door and went inside. That short of a walk shouldn't have left him feeling this drained. He would have been pissed if he'd had more energy to spare. Instead he dropped onto the couch, eyes closed and probably would have fallen asleep if he hadn't suddenly heard the sound of someone laughing. And not just anyone either. It was quiet but it might as well have been right next to his ear and his eyes shot open immediately before he jerked his head up to stare straight into a pair of hazel eyes he never thought he see in again in a million years. She was gone almost as soon as he sat up though, obviously realizing she'd been caught. A sudden rush of emotions ran through his mind, something he hadn't expected but that were also quickly overshadowed by the irritation that she had received his message and was not only choosing to let him think otherwise but was apparently enjoying seeing him miserable as all hell. A growl of annoyance rumbled in his throat as he jumped up from the couch, the sudden adrenaline rush overriding any weakness just then. She couldn't have gotten far. He'd guessed right and even if she had he would have found her. Her scent was lingering in the air like a trail of magic bread crumbs anyway. Cutting around the other side of the street it appeared she ran down, he jogged down a small alley that connected with it a short ways down, gambling that she'd slow down once she got farther from his house. The bet paid off because she was just rounding the corner as he stepped out ahead of her. She was looking over her shoulder away from him though, to make sure he wasn't behind her no doubt. "Not even going to say goodbye huh?" He remarked wryly, waiting for her to realize she was looking the wrong way. Bet you wish you'd never met me template created by brooke!

[GRACE ADELAIDE MCNEELY]

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She was sure that her heart was going to explode from beating so quickly. She had never felt such shock in her life and she was sure that if it were mandatory for her to breathe now she would have died for lack of it. It was hard to wrap her head around the fact that she had just seen him. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had looked him straight in the eyes like that. It was weird. It was stupid how she felt like he had some kind of power over her. He had always been able to make her catch her breath and, in some magical (and quite annoying) kind of way, make her heart skip a few beats. While she was sure that Easton could hear her no-longer heart beat, she still knew that he knew the effects that he had on her—well in the past at least.

Back in the days when she was madly in love with him and thought he was the greatest thing in the entire world, she was greatly affected by the hybrid. In those times, she was all happy-go-lucky when it came to him. When she thought about him she thought of nothing bad, but only anything good; how great he looked that day, how sweet his words were when he first saw her that day, the way he smiled then looked at the ground in that (what she had thought then was adorable) compelling way. However, now her thoughts of Easton Levy were quite the opposite. There was no heart-skipping with puppy love, no biting her lip to try to hide that smile that he seemed to always put on her face, not running her hands through his thick hair or claiming him as her own. There were only thoughts and feelings filled with rage and hate.

If he ever thought she would help him, he was sorely mistaken. He could die in this horrible, painful way and she wouldn’t think anything of it. Or so she told herself over and over again. The only thing Grace could do right now was run far away from him. He was much too weak to catch up to her from his house a few blocks away. And even if she did leave a scent behind her, she was sure it would mix in with enough people’s to throw him off for at least an hour or so, that way she could make a swift escape out of the city and somewhere safe. Somewhere that Easton wouldn’t ever think to look. Where that was, she had no idea. But she would think of something. Grace always thought of something.

But it was too late. As Grace looked behind her to make sure he wasn’t on her heels, she he had done just the opposite. She hadn’t thought that he would have the brain capacity to come up with a plan to take a short cut, so when she turned around, almost slamming her body into his, she was sincerely surprised. “Jesus!” she yelped suddenly and took a few steps away from him. She put her hand over her heart and sighed out an annoyed breath. “Why would I say bye when I didn’t even say hello?” she said in a wry tone to match his own.

Grace sidestepped him and kept her eyes from glancing into his own. She was sure that he would follow her, but she couldn’t stay still even if she tried. And if he did decide to follow her and do something stupid—as she was sure he probably would, because that was just his way of doing things—she would at least have the chance to outrun him from there. She could just go to her sister’s house and get her to make a quick potion to get her off of Easton’s radar for a few days. If it needed be, she could take a road trip up to Chicago for a few days. Anything to get away from him.

While there was a part of Grace that truly did hate Easton, more of her feared him. It was that pure fear that drove her away. It was fear that made her even think of driving over to Chicago to get away from him. She couldn’t explain her terror of the only person she had ever really loved. But he had earned that fear when he had turned her into the same monster that he was, even after she had told him not to. She just couldn’t understand how he could do something like that.

She never even entertained the idea that he did it to save her. She wouldn’t admit it, even to herself in her mind that he could have a big enough heart to think about someone other than himself for five damn minutes and help her. It was the simple fact that it was her exact words to not do it that made her not think about his side of the story. But, she had thought at one time that he did it just to spite her. She did, after all, call him a monster to his face. She could maybe see why he would be a complete dick in that situation and change her to be a vampire.

Grace was really glad that she wasn’t any kind of werewolf though to be honest. Those were the things that scared her most. If she had become one of them, she would be devastated. Grace wouldn’t even know what to do. It was Easton that was part werewolf, not her. So she was that much more afraid of him.

She hoped to God that he wouldn’t follow her, but she knew in the back of her mind that he would. No matter how painful it would be, he would probably follow her just to piss her off some more. She hoped to hell he was in a lot of pain. If he felt half as much agony as she had as she died in that hospital bed, she would be a happy woman.

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[EASTON GAGE LEVY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] I told you you should never follow me But here we are and you're in too deep (grace) (lots) (wearing: click) (fjdkfjasifid) Though it likely wouldn't have made her feel any better, Easton was just as shocked as Grace had been at staring into those hazel eyes of hers again. Those gorgeous hazel eyes. It was one of the very first things about her that had caught his attention five years ago in that book shop. They had been so bright and full of life. Now they simply widend in surprise before they were gone as she turned and ran from the window. For a moment it felt like someone had taken a baseball bat and slammed it across his stomach, the shock of seeing her again after all this time. It didn't take long for the shock to change over to irritation and thanks to the surge of adrenaline that had come with it he was up and on his feet more quickly than he'd been a few minutes ago. He hadn't expected this. For her to show up that is. The fact that she'd even listened to his voicemail in the first place was the biggest shocker. It had been a last ditch effort on his part to try and figure out some way to stop the poison making it's way through his body and even then he hadn't been holding his breath. What did she owe him anyway? Granted, she was alive right now due to him but against her will which definitely didn't help his case in asking for her help. Yet here she was, though obviously she hadn't wanted him to know that little detail. Sorry sweetheart, you're not getting away that easily. Sick or not his senses were still working just fine which made it fairly easy to track the direction she had gone. Even if they hadn't been he still could have found her. He could have picked her out in a crowd of a thousand people. She'd hadn't really made it that far before starting to slow down, which either meant she thought he wasn't going to bother coming after her or he was in too bad of condition to do so. Either way she was in for a surprise as she rounded that corner. Which was barely two seconds after he stepped into the alley and Easton half braced himself for an impact. She managed to stop herself though and instantly took a few steps back, yelping out a curse in surprise and looking like she'd just seen a ghost. Which all things consider wasn't really all that far off. She recovered quickly enough though, matching his tone with a quick retort to the comment. The shock obviously hadn't hurt her tongue any. Just as sharp as he remembered. An eyebrow raised slightly at the words, following her movement with his eyes as she sidestepped past him, clearly not intending on sticking around for long. "Oh so that's not why you were following me home then. My mistake," He returned sarcastically, turning around to watch as she started heading away from him. "So what, you come here to gloat then? Must feel pretty damn good seeing me get mine," He added flatly, feeling more than a little irritated just then and doing his best to keep it from spilling out just then. That'd only give her even more satisfaction than she already likely had gained from seeing him in his current condition. It was almost odd seeing her as she was now, the perfect picture of health. The very last memories he had of Grace was her in a hospital bed, hooked to IV's and tubes, dark circles under her eyes that seemed to get worse every single day. And even when he'd first met her she had never quite had the rosey cheeked look that a normal healthy person did. Not that he'd ever thought her less attractive because of it. She'd always been gorgeous to him, even during those last bad weeks. At the moment, however, he was far too pissed at her to really think about those lighter notions. Had she really thought she could just waltz over to his house and he wouldn't find out? Then again maybe she'd planned on it, wanted him to know even. Just to rub it all in his face a little more. If that had been her hope then she'd also obviously hoped he would have been bad enough off not to come after her judging from the fear radiating from her the moment she ran. Easton was very well aware of just how scared of werewolves she was. That was something she'd admitted shortly after they had started dating. It had never really been aimed at him though, not until he'd first suggested turning her. That's when her view of him had shifted, especially when he got angry after she told him no. He'd regretted letting the frustration spill out like that, at least in front of her, but it had been too late to change things by then. And that night she'd called him a monster, well, that had been it. A part of him had wanted to turn her into exactly what she feared most but the hurt and anger he'd felt towards her at that moment was still overruled by the simple fact that he loved her more. Simply turning her at all was enough to ensure she'd likely hate him for all eternity as it was. Vampire's weren't exactly any less dangerous either it was just easier to keep yourself in control. Or at least for him it was. Clenching his jaw Easton wasn't about to let her get away so easily, not yet. As soon as he took a step forward though he was rewarded by a sharp pain down his right side, one of the many ways the poison was wreaking havoc on his body. His breath hitched sharply, and he stumbled slightly as he reached out to steady himself against the brick wall of the building beside him. No, no there was no way in hell he was going to give her the satisfaction of this being how she last saw him before she left. Straightening, he clenched his fist and ignored the pain this time. "Glad to see things haven't changed since Chicago," He spat out bluntly, not trusting to take another step, though he wouldn't have been surprised if she just kept going without turning back. Bet you wish you'd never met me template created by brooke!

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She had never known Easton to give up on anything, much less chasing after something he wanted whether it be to kill or to kiss. When they had met at the bookstore so long ago (it felt like a century to her) she had instantly been attracted to him. His smile, which he showed only a few times (which only made it that much sweeter to see) his sweet compliments even though she was going through her sick phase, and the glances she knew he was stealing at her. All was as spectacular as any new budding romance between someone new. She had never fallen in love with anyone as quickly as she did with Easton. He was everything a girl could ever want ad then some. Even though they butted heads a lot, they always made up just as quickly and carried on with their lives.

She knew that her parents would dislike him and that was half the reason she had even said yes to his offer to go on a date with him. When they had met him, they had been worried for her safety. A vampire and werewolf all in one? What could be more dangerous? And they knew just how afraid of werewolves Grace was, too. But she liked seeing them try not to look at Easton like he was the plague and tried to maintain calm, cool expressions. Daisy and Corrin had liked him from the start, though Corrin was less excited about her dating someone like Easton. Daisy though, she thought he was a riot. They had gotten along fairly well, and the twin’s blessings were give. Really that was all that mattered to her.

Now though her parent’s hatred for him was completely understandable. She despised him just as much as they did before, maybe even more. Usually Grace wasn’t the kind of person to hold so tightly onto something like this. She didn’t mourn the past, but instead tried to forget about it, especially the giant slice of her life wasted on him—though that amount would seem miniscule after a few hundred years, which she was almost guaranteed to live now that she was immortal. She did hold grudges, but she was slowly learning that they were a waste of energy. However, she didn’t know if she could ever let her anger at him disappear. He didn’t deserve anything but the pure rage that she felt when she saw his face.

Now though, something else was present. She couldn’t help but feel satisfied seeing him looking even worse than she did those years ago when her leukemia was slowly eating away at her body. Easton had been there for her at the end, she had to give him that little bit of credit. But she would rather be dead than have to look at his sickly face, staring at her like he was better than she when she was twice the person he could ever wish to become. He should know that by now, but apparently he was still stuck on his high horse.

Grace straightened her shoulders instantly and raised her chin to look him directly in the eyes. “No. It wasn’t,” she said before stalking away. She didn’t know if she could bear being around him. All of the emotions hitting her at once were a little overwhelming and she felt like she couldn’t breathe, like the world was collapsing around her. She was lucky that she technically no longer had to breathe or else she feared she would have passed out. His comment made her smirk because she actually did feel pretty damn good about him being as sick as she had once been. She looked back at him for a quick second and called back, “Yeah, actually it does.”

Walking away, she felt like she was gaining some of her composure back. She took a deep, reassuring breath and figured that she was clear of him finally. That was until he called out at her. She stopped dead in her tracks. Any sort of composure she had just flew out the imaginary window. She felt her hands shaking as she turned around to face Easton who was roughly ten yards away. She slowly walked towards him and stopped directly in front of him. “How dare you. You have no right.” If she could slap him without being afraid of him coming back at her somehow, she would. But even though he looked like he could barely walk, she was still afraid of him.

Her fists clenched and she poked him hard in the chest. “You have no right to bring up that night and you know it.” Grace could feel the rage swell up inside of her. She had a problem with getting so mad that she cried. She didn’t know why, but it had always been that way, even now as a vampire it cursed her. A tear rolled down her cheek and she drew her hand away from his chest and she turned to walk away once again. She wiped her cheeks when she found them wet with tears and huffed out an annoyed sigh. Why had she been so stupid and followed him in the first place? It was like she was just asking for trouble sometimes. She should have known that he would have caught her scent or heard her when she started laughing. Sometimes she forgot how well his senses were. Heck, she even forgot how great hers were now.

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It was that physical attraction that had spurred him to ask her out to begin with and honestly that was all he'd expected it to amount to really. He wasn't planning on staying long and he wasn't looking for a relationship. He just wasn't that guy. He wasn't even sure why he'd suggested she meet him for coffee as their first 'date' so to speak. Normally his go to place was the most popular bar or club in the area but that just hadn't seemed to fit this time. Easton still counted that as one of the best decisions he'd ever made because instead of finding out how well she could hold her alcohol he'd found himself engaged in an intelligent, witty conversation that proved not only was she gorgeous but smart and funny and well, completely and totally captivating. Looking back now he knew that was the moment he'd first started falling in love with her though in that moment the notion hadn't even entered his mind. In all honesty the guy couldn't have told you what loving someone even felt like. He'd been raised by a man who'd taken care of him but treated him more like a time bomb that would eventually explode than an actual son. In a way that had probably saved Easton's life as it had made defending himself against the hunter and his compatriots an easy choice for even his eleven year old self to make. The year spent on his own after that taught him how to do one thing and that was survive which meant putting other people first wasn't really any sort of priority. The werewolf pack he'd happened across and subsequently joined was probably the closest thing he could call to ever actually having a family and even most of them never fully accepted him thanks to the hybrid aspect. By the time he'd left them after graduating high school looking out for himself and only himself had become almost second nature to him. Grace had brought out something different in him though. She'd been up front with him about her cancer right off and he was pretty sure she hadn't expected him to stick around much longer after that. Yet another out-of-character move on his part, choosing to keep pursuing things with her despite all of that. The fact that she hadn't really seemed or acted sick at that point had certainly made it easier to forget the reality of it at first though. For the first month after they started dating things went like they would for any new couple in love. Spending pretty much any free time together, meeting her family (an interesting experience to say the least) and becoming a part of each others lives in every way possible. There had been a couple of days where she'd been feeling under the weather but she was always back to her normal bubbly self the next day. Nothing too serious or something that either of them worried over much. Slowly but surely though it seemed like those days started coming more and more often, keeping her in bed for two or three days at a time. Easton couldn't even remember how many movies they had gone through together during those times. He'd come over and lay there with her in the bed, trying to keep her mind off of how awful she felt. And then that call had come from her sister Daisy, letting him know that her parents had taken the girl to the hospital. That was the first time Easton ever really remembered feeling completely terrified of something. The hardest part had been seeing her there, hooked to all of those IV's and looking worse every single day that passed and not being able to do anything to change it. Not without her permission that is. He hadn't been quite certain how she would respond to the idea of him changing her but the reaction she did end up giving was far worse than he'd ever imagined. They had engaged in their fair share of arguments before but nothing like this. Stubborn as they both were butting heads was inevitable but they always made up quickly. This though, this was bigger than any fight they'd ever had and the words that had come with it were harsh and cutting. A fact that apparently hadn't changed in the five years since then. Calling her had been hard enough but actually seeing her again was hitting him even worse. All the feelings that came with it, anger, regret, sadness. Mostly anger right at the moment thanks to both of their tempers, or at least his. He'd never been good at expressing his emotions, not verbally at least and once he was angry all that did come out were words he most often didn't really mean deep down. They both knew how exactly how to push the others' buttons though that was for certain. Her smug tone as she affirmed that yes she was happy to see him looking so bad off shouldn't have stung but it did. More than he cared to admit really. Which was why he covered that up with the remark about Chicago. He'd known that would piss her off and he wasn't disappointed as she stopped dead in her tracks and whipped back around to face him her entire body stiff with rage. A few quick steps had her staring him right in the face once again throwing his words back at him with an icy response of her own. Easton met her gaze squarely, his jaw muscles tensing. "Don't I?" He challenged sharply, adding flatly, "Oh wait, that's right I'm just the monster in this story," He could still hear the word coming from her mouth back in the hospital, still feel the way it had hit him almost as if it had been a physical blow. Until that moment she'd been the one person who hadn't considered him to be just that or so he'd thought. She looked as if she was about to slap him and he didn't doubt she wanted to but instead she poked her finger hard into his chest, which considering his current condition was just as effective. Forcing back the sound of pain that threatened to betray that weakness in front of her though Easton tried to ignore the wave of dizziness brought on by her action. She'd already gotten enough satisfaction from the situation. Another sharp retort rose to the tip of his tongue as she once again brought up how he had no right to talk about that night. But then he saw the tear slowly rolling down her cheek and the words died behind his lips. He hated seeing her cry, always had. For a brief moment he almost regretted even bringing Chicago up. He didn't regret what he'd done though, changing her. Maybe the way he'd gone about it yes but never the act itself. You couldn't rewind the past though and he'd been so hurt, so angry and she'd been dying and well the rest of the story was obvious. Clearly not enjoying the fact that those tears had shown up Grace had pulled her hand back and turned her back to him to leave again and this time he didn't bother trying to stop her. What was the point anyway? All they'd done was scream at each other so far and honestly he didn't have the strength to stand there much longer much as he hated to admit it. The sprint to catch up with her had taken whatever extra energy he had left as it was and he still had to make it back to his house. Watching as she appeared to wipe her face with her hands as she walked away from him, Easton reached out to for the wall of the building beside him again, using it for support as he started to turn away as well. "Happy belated birthday then, Grace. Looks like you'll get your wish this year," There was still a slight edge to the words but the sting was gone and replaced with more of a wry resignation. He wasn't even sure why her birthday had come to mind then accept he'd known it had only been a few days previous and no doubt his situation now was something she'd wished upon him plenty of times in the last few years. Bet you wish you'd never met me template created by brooke!

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Being able to even look at him without acting on the urge to slap him across the face was a step above what she though she would be able to handle when she first saw him again. There were many factors that were going into this though, one including the fact that he could barely stand, the other being that there were multiple people around and if she slapped someone who looked like they were going to faint at any second would create a scene and it would be hard to get away from an angry group of people. She also thought better of herself than that and needed to prove that she was better than him on every imaginable level. If she would have attacked him, she would stoop down to the level of scum that was standing in front of her, and honestly she wouldn’t be able to stand herself if she stooped that low.

Grace knew her words had the potential to sting. She hoped that they were like a wasp’s sting: painful and lasting. She wanted Easton to realize the severity that he put her through and how much she wished he was in a great deal more pain, while in reality she only felt sorry for him in general. He was a pain in the ass and had nothing to live for. Wasn’t that the greatest punishment of all? Having no one in your life was empty in every sense and it was pointless. She wanted him to know how little he meant to her and if she had to outright say it she would. Grace didn’t expect his remark though. It felt like a slap to the face, but she tried to keep her composure as much as possible.

Chicago was one of the subjects Grace rarely talked about with anyone. Her sisters knew that it was a no-no and her parents acted as if it never happened. Teddy had been told the story once and only once, and he swore to never bring it up again. Chicago was the worst time of her life, the time where everything had crumbled into a dark, depressing time where she had thought she would never be anything but sad and lonely. Even though her body felt energized and alive, her mind was exhausted all the time and she thought nothing but evil thoughts. Grace could barely stand her own company. She had thought of killing herself, but she couldn’t do that to her family. So she tried life again and found something in it worth living for. She began getting better slowly before meeting Teddy, Jett, and Lewis. The three of them got her to where she is today. They were the reason she was happy now, Teddy most of all. But now she was here thinking of Chicago and the lowest point of her life, and she couldn’t help the knot that formed in her chest. It had never been complete joy for Grace since then though. There was always a part of her that regretted meeting Easton and thought of something to worry about or be sad about. But it was better than what she was before and that was what mattered.

“No. You don’t.” She clenched her fists tighter and put them to her stomach. She suddenly had the urge to puke, but swallowed it down as the tears started to leak from her eyes. She cursed at herself silently in her head and continued when Easton spoke. “At least you can finally admit it.” Grace’s knuckles were becoming white. “You ruined everything! You don’t know how bad it was, because you fucking left after what you did.” Grace took a deep breath before going on slowly, her words traced with venom. “If you were trying to save me, you would have let me die. Instead you created another monster who hasn’t been truly happy or content since—“ her words cut off. She couldn’t speak what she wanted to say because it hurt too much to even think. She didn’t want to tell him that the last time she had been totally and completely happy was on her deathbed with him beside her before opting to change her into a vampire. If it were possible, she would happily change her emotions and make herself happy all the time, but Easton ruined that for her the second he put his fangs in her skin and made her a vampire.

As she started to leave, she wondered if he would even try to stop her. Grace hoped he would just let her leave with what little dignity she had left. She began crying more when she heard him call out to her one last time. She stopped for a second as she listened to him, but didn’t turn around. Why he had thought of her birthday was a complete mystery to her, but she didn’t turn around or wave in response. All Grace did was continue walking away.

three days later

One thing Grace hated was being told what to do and what not to do. When Teddy told her that she would be insane to even be thinking of Easton. That sparked something in her that made her want to actually help him. She didn’t really know why it was that she felt like going against what Teddy told her, but she did know that it would make her feel a little better. She tried to think of things that she could do to get her to somehow meet up with Easton, but she didn’t want to see him yet. She couldn’t think of any real reason to see him again. But then she had remembered that he needed a cure. She could probably find a cure for whatever was wrong with him and then they would be even and she could see him again and see if Teddy was right and she really was insane.

Grace was in a little bookstore she had passed a few times since she had been in Manuka. It was a bookstore that sold all sorts of books, but had an even bigger library hidden from human eyes in the back of the building. She hadn’t really expected to be here, but she was glad that she was. To get through to the back of the store she had to show her fangs. Once she was in the open space filled with leather-bound books on top of plush leather couches and wooden tables, she felt a little bit like she was home. If it were possible to have a room this big with this many books, she’d be happy as hell and wouldn’t have a single dull moment in her life. Grace found herself smiling and walked to the books of spells and remedies for different poisons and curses. Little did she know that the person she was secretly helping was also coming into the bookstore right now…

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] I told you you should never follow me But here we are and you're in too deep (grace) (lots) (wearing: click) (fjdkfjasifid) He should have turned around and walked away long before this. Before he could do anything else that he'd regret. That small voice warning him to walk away almost won out but it was too late. She'd sparked his temper and once that happened any rational thoughts went up in smoke. It wasn't the way he wanted to react but years of following by example, first with the hunter Levi and then the pack of werewolves who'd taken him in, had ingrained it as a natural defense you could say. It made people think twice about their next move and in his world of dog eat dog you took whatever advantages you could. By this point it was simply how he seemed to handle problems, he got angry. In some cases that wasn't necessarily a bad thing as it spurred him to find a solution. However, when it came to relationships and people it wasn't necessarily his most shining trait. Not with Grace though, no never with her. Or at least it never used to be. Granted they got pissy with each other and had their fair share of spats but as far as all out screaming matches or purposefully cutting words they never even got close. Not until the end at least. She'd been the first person who had actually calmed his temper when it came down to it. The calm in the center of his storm if you wanted to get sappy. To put it plainly she had made him a better man. No even more than that, she had made him want to be a better man. That was then though and this was now and it had been five long years without her and old habits die hard. And she was making it far too easy to react in anger, every accusation digging like a knife deeper and deeper into his chest. It was all true, what she was saying, and that only seemed to fan the flames because when it came down to it he hated that it was. He'd justified what he'd done to her for so long that actually hearing anything to do with it beyond the fact that she was still alive made him want to cringe. In that moment of anger and desperation he hadn't cared about the consequences of it though. For her or him. He just wanted her alive. And maybe he was a monster for it, submitting her to a life of being something she abhorred. He'd been called it plenty of times before Grace had labeled him as such in the hospital that day but that was the first time he could remember truly hating the word with every fiber of his being. Perhaps because she was the absolute last person he'd ever expected to hear say it to him. Even now he could still remember the sucker punched feeling it had given him. That night had ended in a screaming match much like the one they were having now. Which resulted in him seeming to prove to her all the more that he really was exactly what she had said. It irritated Easton how much seeing she still held that opinion of him bothered him though. It shouldn't have mattered. It had his jaw muscles tensing almost as tightly as her fists were and he had to force himself to keep looking at her as more tears spilled down her cheeks, obviously against her will but there nonetheless. Her scathing response started out slowly but words were soon tumbling out of her mouth in a fury at him, twisting that proverbial knife a little more with each syllable and it was all he could do to keep calm at that moment. She paused to take a deep breath before striking what could aptly be described as the killing blow of her short speech and Easton wasn't even sure he trusted himself to speak right then without his voice shaking he was so pissed. Beyond pissed really. He couldn't really even put a finger on every single emotion he was feeling right then but anger was the predominate one at the moment that much he knew. "Yeah, well I came to terms with that a long time ago," He returned flatly, doing a decent job of keeping his voice even and surprisingly calm to top it off. "You want to tell me I fucked up your life that's fine I get it but let's not pretend you wouldn't have wanted to kill me if I had stayed," He could only imagine what she had gone through afterwards and he hadn't let himself go there much in the last five years to avoid the guilt that came with it. "Did you even understand what you were telling me to do? To just sit there and watch you die?" He shook his head, remembering the hurt and frustration. "You were all I had—" His voice cracked ever so slightly then and it stopped him abruptly as he jerked his gaze away, already having said way more than he intended. They were both quiet for a few moments before she turned around to walk away, leaving him staring at her back before slowly turning around and doing the same. By the time he made it back to his house his head was pounding and his breathing was heavier than it should have been for that distance reminding all the more that he wasn't getting better. And what had he gone and done? Made the one person who could help him even more angry at him. Letting out a low groan of anger and frustration he grabbed a hold of the nearest object, a small table lamp in this case, and sent it smashing against the far wall. "Nice job you idiot. Way to mess things up," He muttered to himself in irritation, a hand running haphazardly through his hair as he headed into the living room, more than ready to pass out on the couch and forget about what had just happened. Forget how tired he was, forget the pain and forget the tears he'd made run down her cheeks. Just forget. THREE DAYS LATER

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Easton wasn't the type to give up on something easily. Sick or not he wasn't going to stop looking for a way to save his ass, help or no help. He'd barely moved from the bed or couch in the past two days though, completely exhausted. He hadn't necessarily wasted that time though as he spent most of it searching the internet for possible cures, a fruitless effort but an effort nonetheless. It had also given him plenty of time to think. For the first time in his life Easton found himself facing the cold hard fact that he wasn't invincible. He could -and was going to- die. Up until this point he'd handle the situation with his usual confidence. He'd find a cure, he could fix this. There would be nothing to worry about. But here he was now, with maybe a day or two at most left and he was coming up empty. It was a strange feeling, facing your mortality. It tended to humble one just a bit, make you take a little harder look at yourself than you might normally.

A certain sense of urgency was pulling at him today because of it and after getting cleaned up he left to walk into the heart of the city a certain destination in mind. Easton wasn't even sure why he was bothering to go to the little bookstore. It wasn't as if he could perform any of the spells he might find in the books after all. Still it was something and that was really all he had right at the moment so here he was, flashing his fangs and being shown through a door leading into a whole other world of books hidden from the humans' view. He didn't visit bookstores often, normal ones included, but they held good memories and this one was no different. Looking around the cozy room for a moment he was trying to figure which section he should peruse first when he saw another figure browsing through the titles on a shelf. It took him all of a split second to recognize who the person was and his eyes widen ever so slightly as he found himself hesitating. The memory of their last meeting was still fresh in his mind and he wasn't quite sure he was ready for another encounter of the same sort. "Grace?" Her name came off his tongue softly, a faintly curious tone and uncharacteristic hesitance to his voice.
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Grace scoffed at Easton. If he had really come to terms with that a long time ago, she thought he was doing an awful job at showing it. One would think that when you found out you were a complete monster, you’d do something about it. Easton had a heart, he wasn’t someone who could do things without thinking about his actions like some psychopath. Deep down—WAY deep down, a part only Grace had seen—Easton was a good person. He had cared for and loved her through her roughest days. He wasn’t someone who would just change a person and have no regrets. And she knew that inside, but she didn’t want to say anything. Somehow it was impossible for Grace to throw out there that he wasn’t a monster because she didn’t want him to think she thought more of him than that. She held her tongue, and instead said nothing. She was glad that he at least knew a little part of who he was. Except Grace really didn’t even know him that well anymore. He could have gotten rid of that small sweet part of himself and could be an honest to God monster now. She just didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out that was for sure.

Grace sighed sharply. “You did fuck up my life, and hell yes I would have killed you! I’m still thinking about it now.” Her fists were clenching at her sides. She hadn’t known how much anger she could hold against one person, but if it were possible to take him down right now she would. Even if she tried, she’d feel bad. The guy looked like shit and he’d be dying soon anyways, so why do it when he had death all over him? In a few days there would be no Easton Levy and she wouldn’t have that looming over her head for all eternity. She’d eventually get over her hate for him maybe she’d even feel relief that he was no longer here, she didn’t really know. But when he finally did die she knew she would no longer feel this…thing whatever it was, towards him. There would be nothing left and she would finally be able to live her life without worrying about him popping up and having one of these meetings again.

Just as she was about to yell back at him that he should have listened to her and let her die, he said, ”You were all I had—“ and she stopped short. She watched him silently for a minute. Grace had never really thought about it that way before. She had never realized that she was all he had. Grace kind of always thought Easton had a family somewhere he just never told her about, which was fine because she knew how awful families could be sometimes. But she never realized that he was actually alone in the world. For a moment she felt some sympathy for him before it vanished when she remembered what he had done. She turned and walked away.

three days later again...

As she rummaged through books, all of which were completely useless so far, she thought back to the day she and Easton had met where he had told her that she was all he had. Grace had had that one little line stuck in her head and it was haunting her. it haunted her through everything: the night afterwards when she and Teddy had hooked up, the next morning when she realized how stupid she was for doing it, all day and night thereafter, and then yesterday it drove her until she finally went crazy enough to decide to come here and help his sorry ass. Of course she would do it without him finding out as much because she didn’t want to help him knowingly. She just didn’t want to have his death on her conscience.

A strong smell drifted through her nose. She recognized it anywhere, and before she could look around to see where he was and hide, he called out her name. Jesus Christ it was like they couldn’t stop running into each other. Of all freaking places, why did it have to be here? She could have hidden the fact that she was looking for a cure or solution to his problem if they had accidentally bumped into each other at the coffee shop, but not here. And good Lord he looked like shit. Grace’s face fell for a split second before hardening her features again. She took a deep breath and nodded, trying not to seem obviously taken aback and like she had been caught doing something naughty. Grace flipped the page and pretended to read along for a moment before sighing and replying, “What?” as innocently as possible.

She thought the best she could do in this situation would be to just go on looking for his cure so she could hurry up and get the hell out of here. She should have known he would still be looking. Grace didn’t know why it had to be this place at this time though. But either way, she was stuck here because she’d be damned if she had to live forever with his damn death hanging over her head.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] I told you you should never follow me But here we are and you're in too deep (grace) (lots) (wearing: click) (fjdkfjasifid) Easton wasn't quite sure what he had hoped to find here. It wasn't as if he knew all that much about spells or what could or couldn't do anything to help him. Granted he'd picked up some knowledge about this sort of thing back when he'd dated Grace. She hadn't practiced magic much thanks to the toll it took on her strength but the rest of her family had and weren't shy about it even if he was around. The fact that he wasn't a human probably played a big part in that he imagined. Her sisters especially had taken quite a bit of pleasure in showing off their skills. Teasingly most of the time and usually to create some excitement on a boring day. It had always been interesting to watch though Easton had always noticed the frustration it seemed to give Grace to not be at that same level as they were. He would have done anything to change that fact for her too if he'd been able to, though Grace had always said she didn't think she was meant to be great at magic. Either way he'd thought she was perfect, magic powers perfected or not. Honestly still did. This wasn't his first trip here so the place wasn't exactly unfamiliar to him but just a quick glance almost had him feeling a bit overwhelmed, especially in the moment. Shelves upon shelves of books lined the whole room not to mention the ones stacked on tables and even on the floor in some places. Taking a deep breath he ran a hand down his jaw before setting his lips. This was it. He didn't have any other options so either start looking or go home and prepare to endure an agonizing next day and a half. Moving towards one of the shelves he'd been about ready to pick up one that had a promising title when she had come into view. Easton's first initial reaction was to want to think his mind was just playing tricks on him and it was someone who simply looked liked Grace from behind. He wasn't exactly thinking clearly lately after all and the chances of her being here for any reason whatsoever were slim most likely. Unless of course she had started taking more of an interest in spells and using her magic since he'd turned her. She'd be able to do it now he imagined. It was her though. He'd never forget or mistake the scent unique to her and only her. He'd breathed it in too many times to forget, even after five years. Sweet and enticing and her. It almost had him catching his breath for a split second at the sudden crushing realization of how freaking much he missed being able to breath her in whenever he wanted. Her name had flown off of his tongue almost before he'd even fully thought out whether or not he even wanted to talk to her. Considering how their last meeting had was possibly a very bad idea after all. His mindset was different this time plus the shock of seeing her again wasn't there like it had been before, at least not in the same way. He was surprised to see her again. Easton hadn't figured he'd get that chance before he died. Despite this last ditch effort to find some way to stop that from happening deep down he was already prepared for the inevitable. The most he could hope for was to possibly find something to make it as painless as possible. She seemed just a surprised as he was at this unexpected reunion and turned around to aim a slightly startled look in his direction. Apparently he looked worse than he thought or else she was just not used to seeing him in anything other than perfect health. The expression was wiped away quickly enough though and replaced with a neutral one as she flipped through the pages of the book in her hand nonchalantly. An innocent sounding 'What?' followed soon after, as if them meeting here was an every day occurrence and nothing was out of place just then. Wait, was she actually here for the reason he was thinking... Raising an eyebrow slightly Easton shook his head in response, putting on a neutral expression as well. "Nothing, just didn't think I'd be running into you again," Selecting the book he'd been going for originally, he thumbed through the first couple of pages, eyes scanning the index for specifics. Unsurprisingly nothing that seemed promising as far as stopping your own death came up. Glancing up from the page, he couldn't help but ask half curiously, "Magic come easier than it used to?" He honestly wasn't attempting to rile her up this time and it was clear from his tone that the question was sincere. Easton really did want to know. For some reason it would have made him feel a little better knowing that there might have at least been one good thing to come of what he'd done to her. Although she likely didn't think of it that way all things considered. Bet you wish you'd never met me template created by brooke!

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Grace wished he wasn’t standing in front of her right now. It would be a lot easier to find this information for him if he wasn’t around. She hadn’t even wanted him to know that she was helping him anyway, so him being here kind of sucked as it was. If she weren’t trying to hide the fact that she was trying to find a spell to cure him, her attitude would be significantly different. For one, she wouldn’t seem so suspicious right now, and she sure as hell wouldn’t be looking as if she was scared to be here. If he found out, she was afraid he’d look into it too much which would in turn make him think she was starting to forgive him—which she definitely wasn’t. Or so she told herself so over and over again. Grace just didn’t want to let go of that grudge. She couldn’t. it was almost impossible for her to forgive someone who had done something so terrible to her…even if it was to save her life.

She sighed because she knew he was doing it to make her better. Seeing him now, she knew exactly why he had done it and she felt a sharp pang in her chest like she felt similar to how Easton had so long ago. Grace’s eyebrows furrowed and she looked down at her book. She didn’t want to know why he did it—he had done it, and that was the main point. I can’t forgive him. I won’t. she repeated over and over in her head, making sure she didn’t feel any sympathy for him. Even though he looked awful, she couldn’t feel anything for him.

There was a brief silence between them before Easton finally answered her question. Grace didn’t look up at him, but instead kept pretending to read the pages in front of her, only peeking at him with her peripheral vision. He picked up a book and began to read through it, and Grace was going to tell him that she had already looked through that one, but then she would give away the fact that she was looking for a spell to save him and she wasn’t going to do that. So she smiled to herself instead. Grace started reading now that the initial shock of seeing him here had worn off. So far this book was a bust and she wasn’t surprised. Grace was sure Easton had looked through all of these books, so it was no shock that there was nothing of use. Still, she wanted to try. It was the least she owed him—God she hated owing him anything.

Shutting the book, she shelved it and looked across the array of books. There was one on the top shelf, so she reached up for it. Easton asked her nonchalantly if magic had finally come easier for her, and she laughed mockingly. “You thought turning me would make my magic work, or was that just a hopeful side effect?” she asked. She reached up again, getting onto her tippy toes just barely brushing the bottom of the shelf. She heard him shuffling, but ignored him. His side brushed up against her and she tried not to jump. She instantly got a whiff of his familiar scent and felt suddenly overwhelmed. She had forgotten how good he smelled. Easton grabbed the book for her and handed it to her. She looked at him, but kept her eyes from meeting his when she thanked him.

She flipped open the first page and searched its table of contents before going to a section for cures and remedies. She read through the first two, which didn’t have anything to do with werewolves or vampires. The third, however, had to do with both. As she read, her heart began to race and she realized Easton’s symptoms were all exactly the same. It was now or never. Though she was already regretting telling him about why she was here, she couldn’t just leave him wondering. She gritted her teeth and looked at him, finally making eye contact with him. “Easton, I found it,” she said. She bit the inside of her cheek and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Grace offered him the book and waited to see his reaction, whether it was relief or something else.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] I told you you should never follow me But here we are and you're in too deep (grace) (lots) (wearing: click) (fjdkfjasifid) Easton was surprised to find her here and honestly she been the last person he'd expected to cross paths upon arriving. In fact he hadn't counted on crossing paths with her again before he died. Despite his trip here today deep down he knew he wasn't going to find anything, not anything he would be able to use or figure out at least. He was going to die. And it was going to be a slow, tortorous process until the very last second when his heart finally did stop beating. That much was inevitable and most of him had accepted it by this point. He deserved it after all didn't he? Call it what you want, karma, reaping what you sow, getting your just rewards, he'd done what'd he done and now it was coming back to haunt him. Grace had really been his last ditch effort to stop it and obviously that had gone about as well as stepping on a land mine. So this was honestly nothing more than that small part of him still rebelling against his fate. He'd done his best to temper the surprise on his face at seeing her but he was sure she noticed it, if not there then in his tone for sure. She looked more startled than he did though which was a bit odd seeing as she had more reason for being here than he did soley based on the fact she was actually able to use these books. Or at least he imagined that was so now that she was no longer sick. More than startled even as she would barely look him in the eye after he shrugged off her own very noncommital 'what?' after he'd addressed her. If anything she had almost a guilty look about her which hardly made any sense unless she was suddenly feeling badly about the things she'd said back three days ago, which he highly doubted. She'd meant every single one of those words, harsh as they might have been, and he honestly didn't blame her for saying them. There was of course the almost too obvious solution that she was here for the exact same reason he was and even though he would have love to believe she'd had a sudden change of heart he knew better than to get his hopes up. It wasn't as if she had a reason to suddenly desire to help him. Any feelings she once had held for him were long gone, she'd made that quite clear back in the alley. A fact that still stung much more than he wanted it to or would ever admit did in the first place. If there was any reason at all for her to do it he guessed it'd be more out of feeling as if she owed him something for saving her, though it didn't seem she viewed what he'd done to her as 'saving'. As curious as he was though as to just why she was here he wasn't going to ask. Nope. He'd practically begged for her help once and that was it. A good couple of minutes passed in silence as they both pretended to ignore the other by burying their noses in a book. He couldn't help the curiousity though after sneeking a glance at her as she had concentrated on whatever it was she was reading. The query was met with a derisive laugh and he fought the urge to roll his eyes since he knew he shouldn't have expected anything in response by this point. "I didn't give a damn about the magic, I just wanted you alive," He returned frankly, his voice low, watching as she proceeded to reach for a book high up on the top of the shelf. She wasn't short by any means but her hand still barely brushed the bottom of the shelf even on her tip toes. Letting her fight for it a few seconds longer he put down the book he'd been perusing and stepped up next to her, not really even thinking as he brushed up against her while reaching up to grab the book in question. Only glancing at the cover he handed it to her then and she took it with a quick thank you, still avoiding eye contact before turning to the side to open it up. Not even bothering to pick up where he'd left off a moment ago Easton found himself taking advantage of her distraction, studying the profile she now presented him. It was funny what you found yourself noticing about someone after not seeing them for a while. Granted this was the second time in three days but their first meeting he'd been too busy arguing with her to stop and take a moment to actually look look at her. She was still the same pretty girl he remembered, healthier looking obviously, but her features were still the same. Long lashed, hazel eyes, perfectly shaped full lips and slightly wavy golden brown hair. A look of intense concentration was etched on those features now as her fingers flipped swiftly through the pages before stopping upon a particular section. Suddenly her eyes widened and she paused, hesitating almost it seemed before meeting his gaze for the first time since he'd entered the book store. He couldn't really read what exact emotion it was in them but the words she uttered next had his eyes widening slightly as well, not needing an explanation as to what she found. Nor the reason she was looking for it in the first place. She had, or at least seemed to have, and that was really all that mattered right then. Taking the book as she held it towards him he read the paragraph she was referring to and he felt his heart starting to beat a little faster. Everything seemed to line up exactly with his symptoms, word for word at certain points. Glancing up quickly from the book he met her gaze again, relief on his face yes, but also hesitation and...fear? "You think this will work?" He wasn't questioning her judgement so much as needing that confirmation from her. To hear from her lips that it would stop this poison from killing him. 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Hope was something important to Grace. There had never really been any sense of hope for Grace for a large portion of her life because of her cancer and the fact that no treatment on the face of the earth had worked for her. But Easton, when he had first caught Grace’s attention, had somehow knocked out any sort of dread in her mind for the duration of time spent with him. He always seemed to make her smile and laugh when he wasn’t trying and made her feel safe like she could do anything in the world and everything would be okay in the end. He had given her the slightest bit of hope and had made her feel alive. That was the reason she was helping him now. Grace knew Easton didn’t have any hope left right now and she wanted to give that sense of hope back to him as he had done for her. But instead of doing it in a way that was against his will, she wanted to do it for him without him knowing to where he would just be better one day.

Since that was out the window, she was okay with helping him as long as he didn’t ask any questions or think of this as something more than it really was. Grace thought of this as paying a debt and that was it. Easton could think anything of it, but in Grace’s mind, at this very moment, it was nothing more than a little business transaction. Grace wondered though what exactly he did think about it and if he even wondered whether or not she was here for him. It wouldn’t really surprise him since he was so selfish sometimes and thought of himself more than others… Though when the two had been together he had thought of Grace quite a lot. In fact, he was always there for her whenever she needed him—even when she thought she didn’t. It was what had made her fall so quickly in love with him. That and the fact that he had the greatest sense of humor and could make her feel like she was cancer-free. She missed feeling so good. But was it really worth going back to Easton after everything? She didn’t know. She didn’t think Easton would be good for her and Grace knew he didn’t want her anyways. She didn’t want him though… She just wanted to get him better and end the relationship, whatever it was, right there and never see him again. Or so she kept telling herself.

His words cut through her thoughts, making her turn around and look at him with wide hazel eyes. They shined a little with shock and her mouth opened to reply, but nothing came out. She shut her mouth and turned back to the bookshelf, mentally banging her head against the wood in front of her. Grace wished she was alone so she could think, but he loomed behind her. Of course. I should have known that was his reasoning behind it all. Grace had never once thought about what Easton might have been going through and not once did she ever think about how hard it was on him to think of the girl he loved die without doing anything about it. Grace would have probably done the same thing. But she was a stubborn girl and it was hard for her to let go of things. Though she knew she was wrong and Easton only wanted to save her, she couldn’t forget about what he had done, which was make her into a monster.

Easton grabbed the book for her and handed it to her. She bit the inside of her cheek and started searching for a cure. And then she had found it. It hit her like a brick wall and her heart thudded in her chest. She looked at Easton and chewed her lip when he took the book from her hands, their fingertips brushing ever so lightly. Grace looked over his shoulder as he read the pages quickly. He turned to her and asked if it would work. She nodded and replied, “I’ll call Corrinn; she can do the spell. And I know where we can get all of these ingredients. You’ll be better by morning, Easton.” Grace took her phone out of her pocket and called Corrinn who was aparently at the gym.

After explaining things to her sister, the two decided that they would meet at Easton’s house in an hour. Grace hung up and told him the plan and took the book from his hands. She kept her face as calm as possible, but in the back of her mind she was jumping up and down with happiness for some unknown reason. After all, this was just paying a debt that needed to be repaid and that was it...

Grace got Easton to buy the book before they left and headed to Hellonica where the supplies were. They took longer getting to the store and to Easton’s house than they did actually getting all of their supplies because Easton was so weak that he could barely walk. But Grace was a patient person and was glad that he didn’t try to keep up a conversation with her. He always seemed to know when to talk to her and when not to, another thing she liked about it, even now.

She took Easton’s keys and unlocked his door, letting him go in first. They still had about twenty minutes before Corrinn would finally arrive, so they would be together alone for a while. Grace walked to his kitchen where she set the bags of the supplies on the counter. “You should sit,” she said and pulled out a chair for him. “Do you want water or something?” Grace had always been hospitable and felt that she should treat him well while he was still sick because when he was better she didn’t really see this kind of thing happening again.

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[EASTON GAGE LEVY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 420px; background-color: 888888; border: 10px solid #343138; padding: 2 2 2 2px;] I told you you should never follow me But here we are and you're in too deep (grace) (lots) (wearing: click) (fjdkfjasifid) There were many things Easton could have said about the man who had raised him for the first twelve years of his life some good some not so good but when it came down to it he'd given him a chance at life when others would have looked the other way. So for that he couldn't help but be gratetful towards the man despite what he'd chosen to do in the end. He'd also given Easton something else in those years spent with him and that was a sense of compassion. It wasn't likely the first trait you'd peg the hybrid to possess but it was there buried down deep. After fleeing for his life from the cabin he'd called home since he was a baby Easton had learned fairly quickly that if you wanted to survive you couldn't afford to be soft or let your feelings make your decisions for you. A lesson further engraved into him once he was brought into the wolf pack a year after being on his own. They never treated him badly and he grew close to a couple of the kids his age in the pack but for the most part there was always an underlying sense of distrust aimed towards him. No one ever said anything to his face of course but he wasn't stupid. The vampire side of him made them nervous, maybe wondering if he'd one day just decide to turn on them. Suffice it to say he'd learned very quickly that the smartest thing he could do was not question them when it came to their training on how to better handle the werewolf side of himself. When they hunted they showed no mercy. Animal or human it didn't matter. It had been hard at first, harder than Easton had ever imagined but if there was one thing that wasn't tolerated it was weakness and especially from him. So he'd taken that sense of compassion he'd learned from Daniel Levy and shoved it deep, deep down where it couldn't be seen or felt and that's where it stayed. Until he met Grace. He hadn't known it then but the day he'd walked into that book store and met her she'd woken something up in him again. The hybrid had spent so many years living with only his own well being in mind that suddenly being around someone who was the exact opposite of that was like a breath of fresh air. Maybe that was what had really intrigued him about her those first few times they'd gone out together. Of all people she had every right to put herself first, have her needs looked after in place of someone else. She didn't though, not one bit. Instead she was constantly making sure everyone else around her was happy and had what they needed even if it meant she might have had to do without. Before he even realized it Easton found himself going from being charming and sweet for the sake of simply wooing her to doing it because she had unwittingly captured his heart first. Everything he had done or hadn't done even was with her best interests in mind. Those few months they had been together had been the happiest ones of his entire life and he could honestly say he had (and still was if he could admit it) been completely in love with her. And then everything had changed in what seemed like one horrible instant and here he was five years later, once again back to doing whatever was necessary to watch out for himself. Admitting that he needed help had always been hard for Easton to do no matter what the circumstances but admitting it to her had been an even worse blow to his pride. Which he'd covered oh so well by being an absolute dick to her when she had actually shown up. Even if she had simply been there to get some satisfaction out of how bad off he was she hadn't deserved to be treated like that and he'd figured if she'd even had a flicker of a thought about helping him then he'd effectively snuffed it out. Yet here they were in a book store once again. The irony of it might have been more amusing if circumstances had been different. As it was he was more concerned with trying to find at the very least a way to die with the last of his dignity intact. Her voice had broken the silence that had settled between them for the last few minutes and Easton wasn't sure if he'd even heard her right at first but he didn't even question when she'd held out the book to him. He couldn't even begin to describe the sudden feeling of hope at her quick nod and sure words that it would cure him. The sudden urge to pull her into his arms and kiss the hell out of her suddenly came out of nowhere along with it although he was careful to keep that desire under wraps. Instead he easily agreed to purchase the book and the pair were soon headed to Hellonica to get the needed supplies that would hopefully work a miracle. He would have been lying if he said the relatively short trip was anything less than miserable. The only thing that made it bearable was Grace next to him, amazingly patient and understanding at how very slow he was moving by this point. Reminding him one more time why he'd fallen so madly in love with this girl. When they did finally make it back to his house Easton was glad she took his keys to unlock the door because his hands were shaking so badly he was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to get the key in the keyhole. Clenching his fists to mask that little fact though he followed her into the house, slipping his jacket off immediately and dropping it onto the arm of the couch as he passed beside it. He'd been chilled earlier when he'd left for the book store but now his body felt like it was burning up. Which in all actuality it probably was seeing as that was what silver and wood did to his kind. Burned. Eyeing the chair Grace pulled out for him he shook his head slightly, not quite at the point where all of that stubborness was gone away. Which would likely only irritate her, which for once he wasn't trying to do on purpose, but for some reason sitting felt like admitting defeat for whatever reason. "I'm fine," He returned quickly, though to his credit it wasn't said roughly or even rudely, more just matter of factually even if it was completely untrue. Water was probably a good idea though and he headed towards the fridge, grasping the handle to pull it open only to be stopped short by a sudden stab of pain. It was like someone had shoved a dagger into the small of his back and was twisting it roughly back and forth only to pull it out and shove it in again only this time through the center of his chest. His breath caught sharply when it happened and he had to reach out and brace himself on the counter against the sudden wave of dizziness that followed. Even worse he suddenly recognized the metallic taste of blood on his tongue. No, no, no, this was bad, really bad. Easton knew he only had a few hours left until the poison did it's dirty work but he had figured he'd have time between then and now before things got too awful. Clearly he'd figured wrong. "Grace... -" Another sharp pain shot through his chest and cut him short, this time his legs almost buckling as he used the counter for support. 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There were things, she realized as she looked at Easton in the library, that she had forgotten about; traits he possessed and things he said. Grace had all but forgotten that he had the ability to give a shit about someone else because for so long she had thought of him as only selfish and cruel. She had all but forgotten about those long days that they would spend together just holding each other, not saying anything, but enjoying each other’s company. She had longed for another person she could do that with, but no one had ever been comparable to what Easton had meant to her before he had changed her. But their relationship now was, to say the least, rocky. She despised him (at least she willed herself to because if she didn’t hate him then she’d have to admit to herself that she had feelings for him, which was definitely not true—she told herself) and he pretended to himself that he didn’t care so much that he believed it. Though Grace could see in the way he looked at her that it wasn’t completely true. No one would go out of their way to find you and ask you for a favor if they didn’t trust that you’d pull through, especially not someone like Easton who so rarely asked for help because of his pride. Grace knew this and couldn’t help but come through for him. She had hoped to do it discreetly so that he’d never know it was she that helped him, but it was too late for that.

Grace could see that Easton was getting worse by the minute and tried to get him to hurry up. She almost felt like picking him up off of his feet and carrying him home after getting the supplies from Hellonica, but she knew he’d never in a million years let her do that. So she kept her hands at her side and watched him as he slowly made his way to his house. Grace pushed up her sleeves to her elbows and pushed the chair towards him to sit in. Easton was a stubborn guy, but Grace was just as stubborn if not more, so if he didn’t sit in the chair, she’d make him. Lord knew she was strong enough at this point to be able to make him without him being able to withstand her for too long. But he went to the refrigerator instead. Grace narrowed her eyes at him, but her face instantly changed when he clutched the counter. Her eyes went wide with worry and she rushed over to be beside him.

“Are you okay?” she asked. Instantly she sighed because of course he wasn’t okay. Grace put her hands over her mouth and tried to think of what to do. She felt tears stinging her eyes as his hands gripped the counter for dear life. Easton said her name with intensity and her heart felt like someone had taken it and squeezed it with such force she could barely breathe. She slipped her arm around Easton and took him to his couch. “Just don’t move,” she said. She put her hand on his forehead, which was burning up. Grace left him and got a glass of water and a wet cloth. She put the water on the table in front of his couch and placed a pillow behind his head so he could more easily drink the fluid. She gave the water to him to drink when she went back into the kitchen for the book.

Grace started making the potion with care and with as much precision as she could. Making a potion needed no magic at all; it was the spell that the witch cast that made it worth anything. And that was where Corrin came in. Her sister was a powerful witch, more powerful than Daisy or their mother even. She was also the only person she trusted to do this for her without asking a hundred questions and wanting to know every detail. Corrin just agreed to it when Grace asked her to help her and Easton out.

The doorbell rang. Her sister was early, but that was good because she didn’t know if she could stand having to look at Easton in this much pain for much longer. Grace ran to the door and opened it up, greeted her sister with a quick hug, and led her back to the kitchen. The potion was nearly complete by now and only a few more ingredients were needed to finish it up. Corrin finished making it while Grace returned to Easton. She knelt beside him and took his hand. She noticed his veins were becoming more prominent along his arms. “We’re almost ready.” Her voiced cracked a little and she cleared her throat. “How’re you feeling?” she asked. Her hands cupped his and she looked at him with her big, scared eyes. She was unsure as to why exactly she was so afraid to lose him because she had gone five years without him. She supposed that knowing he was dead was harder to deal with than living without him, especially when she had to watch him die such a painful death. No one deserved to die like this, not even the most evil person on the planet.

Corrin came over with a vile of bright blue liquid. She knelt beside Grace beside Easton and handed him the potion. ”Drink up,” she said. She opened the book up and started reading the spell that would enhance the potion so that it would get rid of whatever poison was inside of him. Grace’s eyes stayed on Easton while her sister spoke watching, waiting for the magic to work.

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