I ignore Micah and move to David, bending down in the blood. I can see a deep gash on his chest and more blood seeping out. I press my hand against the wound, trying to apply pressure. I hear Micah sniffling and look to him.

"Call an ambulance! Now!"

Micah snaps out of his daze and pulls his phone out. I can't honestly hear him. I keep apply pressure. As I continue to pump his chest until a gasp leaves his mouth and he jolts to a sitting position. His head snaps to me and I can see that his eyes are blackened.

"He's alive?" Micah asks.

David's eyes now snap to him. It's so fast that I almost miss it. He disappears from in front of me and slams into Micah, pushing him against the wall. The sound from it is literally sickening. I look to them, shocked. His skin is a black and slimy. His fist is around Micah's throat and I can see it tighten.

"David!"

He pauses and looks back to me. His head then snaps to the door as it swings open. Just as before, he disappears in front of my eyes. Porter and my mother are pushed to either side of the doorway as David disappears into the night.

"What..."

                                                                                              -

I'm on my knees scrubbing David's blood of my floor as Porter, Penny and Micah stand off behind me arguing. It's mostly Porter accosting Micah.

Micah explains how he began seeing a strange woman in watery surfaces. He explains that the woman warned him about me, said that I was a threat and that he was chosen to vanquish me and end my supposed reign of terror. It was only after she began giving him horrible orders did he begin to suspect that she was the true evil. He says that she told him to murder David but only after slipping him a red liquid.

He keeps apologizing but I can't hear that right now.

"Perry," Penny says moving towards me. I stop scrubbing but I don't turn to her. I can practically hear her brain trying to find the right thing to say. She speaks after a moment, "What Micah gave David was—"

"Vampire blood." I nod.

"It's not logical, magically or otherwise, for David, a werewolf, to be turned into a vampire." Penny says softly, "Even if he is, there's no telling what his mindset is like. He has trouble controlling the wolf, but adding this..."

I don't answer her. She's right. Our two years were blissful but it doesn't mean they were perfect. David's lycanthrope side was a huge problem. He'd suppressed it so much and so often that it began to claw at his insides. We remedied the issue by having him to go on hunting trips outside the city. Living here gave him ample opportunity to get in touch with his wolf side.

It's Porter's voice I hear next, "I know this is the part—"

"I need to clean this mess up. It's traumatic, you know. To die and come back, especially to become what he is. He doesn't need a reminder."

"Did you hear a word I said?" Penny asks.

"I did and he's David. He's the love of my life and I'm not going to mourn him when he's not dead." I say angrily. I turn and stand in front of her, "You're right. It's not logical. We don't deal in logical. I need you to stay with Micah."

"I'm sorry."

I turn my gaze to him, "You were manipulated. I knew you were a witch. I could feel it. It's okay. We're okay."

Porter's face is pure astonishment. He looks between us before turning his gaze to me again, "You're serious? He just—you're not okay. I think you're in shock."

"You may be right but falling apart is not going to help David. I need to find him and stop him."

"What can we do?" Penny asks.

I think about it. There's two people I could call. They'd have to be vampires. They'd be the only ones that can relate to him. I'm not an idiot, though. I know Lucas wouldn't be very helpful and my only solution is Finn.

"I need you to call someone," I say to my Mother. I can see the annoyance on Porter face but continue my thought, "We need help with this."

"Not him." Porter groans.

I shake my head, "No. Not him. His twin." I say as I grab my coat, "Stop standing there with your jaw on the ground. You're coming with me."

"Fine. But I don't like this."

"Me either."

                                                                                                     -

It's not hard to follow David.

There's blood and a bit of carnage. None of them are dead, just nearly drained and bleeding out on the floor. He's trying to stifle his bloodlust. It's just like him to try to contain his inner animal. It endears him to me. It strengthens my resolve to find him.

Our search takes us through the town. Porter suggests we regroup. I know where he is. In some ways, since we started, I knew where I'd find him. David has been wracked with guilt for killing Kai's family and the guilt worsened after Kai died. Much like me, he had to come to grips with all the things in his life that weren't pleasant, the heartbreak as well as the happy times.

He's at the Domus.

Porter is skeptical. He wonders how I know, how I could possibly know. My only reply is that I can feel him. Porter won't understand. He can't. Our love isn't just love. It's not more or less than others, it's just sure. Our souls have always found each other. They probably always will, through life and death.

Through anything.

Porter and I end up in his car, in front of the Domus. My Aunt's renovation of the Domus is still very evident and someone, probably Porter, has been keeping up the maintenance. I can feel him inside. He's angry and afraid. I am too.

Porter stops the car and moves to get out but I stop him.

"No."

"No?" He asks, "What do you mean no?"

I take a deep breath and stare forward, "He's my husband. I need to do this...alone."

"No way I'm letting you go in there alone. David is not stable."

"Neither was I. And he came to me. You all did."

Porter's grip on the steering wheel tightens. I can see the frustration on his face. He's afraid. I am too. But it's the one thing I know I have to do alone.

"If anything goes wrong..."

"Then save him. If I'm not enough to save him, you have to save him."

Porter groans, "This is almost worse than the vampires. He is a vampire, right?" He asks.

"Don't follow me." I say as I pop the door open. I step out into the cold night and head towards the Domus. It seems like it takes forever to reach the door. It's not hard to gain access nor is there a need to be subtle.

The Domus is dark. It's not shocking that it's completely dark. I make my way through the dark first floor. I quickly realize that I'm being followed. I head to the living room and move to the far side of the room. I pull my hand up, causing a fire to roar to life in the fireplace. I can see a large shadow behind me. I slowly turn and take in the sight of my husband. He's staring at me with blacked over eyes. He hasn't taken on his human form.

"David..."

A low growl come from him. Honestly, it terrifies me. The way he's staring at me scares me. I have to believe David's in there. At the house, I called his name and he left. His name seems to elicit some sort of response from him.

"Davy."

"Stop!" He growls, "I can hear your heart. You're afraid."

His voice scares me on two levels. He sounds disconnected and a bit feral.

"I scare you."

"Now, yes. You won't let me get close to you." I take a step towards him but he tenses and takes a step back. I throw my hands up in surrender, "You have to let me help you."

"What am I?"

I can see the hurt in his face. I don't know what to say.

"You have to—"

"What am I!" He shouts.

"My husband. The father of my children. Do you need me to go on? Do you really need me to list off all the things you are...to me?" I see a break and I bridge the gap between us, taking his face in my hands, "Please, you have to snap out of this! Whatever this is, we will figure it out together."

"I can't."

I shake my head, "No! You bring your ass back down to Earth because I cannot do this alone. We made an agreement that we won't do this alone."

David's appearance changes. He reverts back to his regular appearance. He collapses into my arms, falling to his knees. I can feel the warmth he radiates compounded with warmth of his tears. I can hear him sobbing. It's the first time, in a long time at least, that I've seen him do this. I wrap my arms around him and pull him close.

"Let's go home."

                                                                                            -

I quickly bring David tea and move out of the room to address Penny, Porter and Micah.

Penny is soothing Micah, while Porter argues against her kindness. As I enter the room, their eyes fall on me. Porter is the first to notice and Micah stands.

"I—"

I put my hand up at Micah, "You killed my husband. A few years ago, I'd have flayed you alive. I'd have done some dark things, felt some dark things." I frown.

"I deserve them."

"Maybe. But I'm not going to. I see a lot of me in you. For some odd reason, I feel compelled not to kill you."

"Seriously?" Porter asks.

"Hey, I didn't kill you for—the thing."

"I'm proud of you, Perry." Penny smiles, "How is he?"

"Not good." I say sadly, "I think you should all get some rest."

"Are you sure?" Porter asks.

I nod.

"Come on, we will drop you off." Penny says to Micah. She moves over and kisses my cheek.

Porter hugs me and follows her out of the room. Micah turns to leave but stops and turns to me.

"I want to help you get her. I'm sorry won't ever cover it. I just hope—I hope you both can forgive me."

I nod, "I want to teach you what I know. I have no clue why. So, be careful with this. Circe is dangerous." I say softly.

He nods and leaves the room. I let out a breath I've been holding for a while and turn to the stairs. I climb them as quick as I can. I stand outside the room and enter shortly after with a soft smile.

David looks up at me from the bed. It's odd that he's in the position I was once in. It's strange to be saving and helping instead of being the one that's saved. I move closer and sit on the bed. His eyes are tired but he smiles to me.

"How you doing?"

David laughs, "Hungry. Confused." He stares at me, "I—I'm sorry about before."

"Stop. It's fine. I'd be freaking out too."

"I heard what you said to Micah."

"He's responsible for his actions but he's young. He did a terrible, unforgivable thing but he is our surest way of to get directly to Circe. She chose him for a reason."

"And this would have nothing to do with you 'seeing you in him'?"

"I'm careful. I have to be..."

"I just want you to come and be with me, lay here with me, but there's something I haven't told you. Something that," He pauses and his eyes lower to my stomach, "Something is different. The spell isn't exactly what we thought."

"What spell?"

"The pregnancy." He says calmly. He reaches out and touches my stomach, "They're there. They aren't floating in the ether. They're in there."

Shock overcomes me. I guess I'm not totally shocked. It's comforting to have them inside of me. At least I know where I stand. I take another deep breath as I move up beside him, leaning my head on the headboard. He snuggles up to me and lays his head on my stomach.

"You know, I'm going to get fat."

We both laugh. I'm not sure where we go from here, but we'll do it together.