A/N: All it takes is one mistake...

Alastor's POV

I ran my fingers through her hair as she sobbed heavily into my chest.

As soon as the boys were gone, she just fell apart.

We were sitting in front of the fireplace, the soft crackling of the fire the only other noise aside from her heartbroken cries.

She was situated between my legs, her body curled up against me. With each heave of her body I felt guilt wind away at my heart.

Her fingers were clutching my shirt, and she pulled herself closer to me. I rocked us gently, just soothingly running my fingers down her back and through her hair.

I was worried she was going to hurt herself, crying so much. Her body has become utterly tiny...fragile. With each passing second her condition worsens.

Yesterday, I could tell through a touch.

Right now, I can smell the illness coming off of her. I'm worried she may not last much longer, but if she's going to die I want to be holding her.

I want her to be comfortable, and I want her to know exactly what is happening. I don't want her to be cold and alone.

My features remained relaxed as I watched the fire dance. Watching it, I remembered when she threw my journal into this very fireplace.

I had found that utterly amusing at the time, watching her scramble about and try to stop me from toying with her.

At the time I'd viewed her as nothing more than another victim...another mortal to add to my legion of shadows and lost souls.

How wrong, I was...

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"Alright, sweetheart, look at me..." I said softly, and her eyes tilted up to look into mine.

Her cheeks were still swollen from her crying, but she was ok. She has calmed down after getting it all out, and even reassured me multiple times that she was ok.

I brought my hand to her face and brushed my thumb over her cheek and under her eye.

She smiled softly, and I took in her features one last time. It saddened me that I would be losing the peu d'amour that I knew...but I'm sure the one that I will be met with back home will be just as beautiful.

As long as she keeps her fiery personality, I couldn't care less what she appeared as.

"Are you ready?" I asked her, "are you sure...absolutely, positively sure this is what you want?" I added.

She nodded.

"Yes, now just kill me already," she said with a sarcastic little eye roll. She smiled softly after that and giggled.

"I'm sure you don't hear that often," she said and I chuckled.

"I honestly can't say I do, peu d'amour," I said, and then sighed.

"Alright...I'm going to put you to sleep now, honey, and when you wake up you'll be in hell. Don't be scared...don't move, don't wander...I'll be right there to get you just a moment later."

She nodded, and I took her over to the bed. She crawled into her spot and laid down. I stood above her, looking down at her small body, swallowed in her comforter.

I leaned down and brushed her hair back, placing a kiss on her forehead. I then moved to her lips, kissing her gently.

"Close your eyes..." I whispered to her, and she did. I watched her fox like eyes flutter shut, those wispy eyelashes still giving her the softest frame.

I then placed my hand over her eyes, whispering a sleeping spell under my breath. In an instant she relaxed completely.

I checked her heartbeat, and it was even. Her breathing was soft. I pulled my hand from her eyes, and her face was relaxed.

Her lips had parted just slightly, and I just looked down at her.

I brushed my knuckles over her cheek, and then slid my hand down to her throat.

The sleeping spell will wear off in 5 hours. There is no way before then for her to wake up unless I snap my fingers.

I wrapped my hand around her throat, tightening my grip.

I could break her neck...or maybe I could just...

My thoughts ceased as I watched her face redden, and her breaths became ragged as her body struggled for breath.

I tried to keep my hand around her throat. I really tried. My heart started beating faster and I quickly let go of her.

My hand went over my mouth and I had to take a few deep breaths.

I walked away for a second, furrowing my brows.

Get ahold of yourself. Just kill her, what are you waiting for?

My thoughts hissed at me, and I growled.

I turned back around, looking down at her. I softened at the sight, and my ears pinned back against my will.

Walking back towards the bed I got into my side and then gently picked her up and pulled the covers back.

After I placed her into her proper spot, I settled into mine and pulled her close to my chest.

That smile passed through my head...her cute little smile. The way her skin would glow in the sunlight...

Those beautiful caramel eyes...

Maybe I'll hold onto that for a moment longer...

I'll explain to her once she wakes up...she'll understand. I just...need a little bit more time.

Aria's POV

I gasped sharply, my eyes snapping open.

Did he do it? Am I in hell?

I looked around quickly, but confusion set in almost immediately.

No...

I'm...in my house?

Familiar yelling and banging was heard, and my head snapped up at the sound of pounding footsteps. Alastor flew past me in a blur and I narrowed my eyes.

A dream...?

Why aren't I...wait.

Why am I in this dream again?

Alastor snatched his rifle and bolted, and my first instinct was to follow him. But I froze.

The police officers flew past me and followed him. I stayed in place.

My eyes stayed narrowed in confusion, my brain lacking answers for this situation. I've never had a repeat dream before...

I've never once dreamt the same event from his life twice...each one was something significant, so why—

My eyes lit up and my lips parted as I had a realization.

Unless...unless the first time I didn't see what I was supposed to see...

I didn't see the warning...

Quickly, I turned away from the door, and headed towards the front of the house. There were distant voices until I rounded the corner to the kitchen.

Rosaline was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs, tears on her face.

But her expression was completely calm.

I furrowed my brows at that, and a police officer knelt in front of her chair.

"Are you the one who gave the tip?" He asked her softly and she nodded. I watched as her cold expression quickly changed to something of terror.

Oh my god...

I watched in disbelief as she began to cry again, "yes..." she sniffled, "h-he killed my father a-and then he brought me back here to kill me too...thank you, officers, for coming..."

The police officer nodded, and stood up. I slowly walked over to Rosaline, shock still running through me.

She sold him out...?

And wait...did she say he killed her father...? There's no way that's right. He distinctly told me he never hurt that man.

He said he wanted to...

So either he was lying...

Or she...

My eyes widened at the sudden realization...the police officer turned around to write something down and I watched her expression change again.

Her pout turned up into a wicked smile, and her eyes narrowed.

Holy shit...

She just framed him for a murder he didn't even commit. But why...would she kill her father?

"Alright honey, we've got him under control...you won't need to worry about him anymore," the officer said. Just then there was a gunshot, and moments later another one.

Then finally...a few minutes later there was one last, distant gunshot.

I flinched at the noise, and pursed my lips, closing my eyes.

This is news...this is definitely news...but why was this what I needed to see from this dream? Why is this important?

She wanted him gone...for good, it seems...but why would that have anything to do with me?

"Just for the record..." the officer started, gaining my attention. My look hardened on the little girl and I grit my teeth.

"You lying little bitch..." I hissed. The officer continued.

"I'll need your name...what did you say it was?" He asked her, and Rosaline looked up at him for a moment before smiling sweetly.

"Ida."