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After squealing at Joe and Tiffany and jumping on top of them, the others had finally asked them what had made them do it. Apparently it was a spur of the moment decision that both of them made, not one that one of them had been forced into. Everyone was happy for them, but couldn’t help but feel like the two would regret it sooner or later. And everyone was guessing sooner.

Walking back into the warehouse the group got their second shock of the night when Andy and Amber were kissing on the stairwell. They all watched as the two simultaneously broke apart and Crystal’s face dropped. Her features flared up and Andy cringed as she ran past them and a loud bang from the kitchen signified that she had locked herself in the basement. Amber looked confused and turned to the group, gulping slightly.

“What’s wrong with her?” She asked, and everyone who was in the know gave each other looks, and Tiffany shook her head.

“Never mind. Amber would you help me with some research?” She motioned upstairs and Amber nodded, just as Evie walked down the steps from the top floor. She looked between Izzy and Pete and shook her head to herself, walking down a few more of the steps.

“Joe did you tell them?” She motioned to where Joe was standing and he nodded.

“Yeah I just told them outside.” Evie nodded, snapping her eyes to Pete when he coughed at her.

“Evie can we talk?” He said, and sent a quick glance to Joe before walking up to her. She looked confused but nodded anyway, letting him lead her out of the room and into the kitchen. The others left the hallway too, leaving Patrick and Izzy left there uncomfortably. Patrick looked worried about her, noticing as she still looked unsure of her surroundings. He touched her arm lightly and frowned when she jumped, scared at the sudden contact. He motioned to the stairs and touched her arm again.

“Do you just want to go to bed?” He asked, and Izzy looked hesitant before nodding slowly.

“Yeah, I’m tired,” She nodded, letting Patrick take her up the stairs. He led her into her bedroom and turned around politely when she got changed. She coughed to let him know she was decent and he held the cover open for her to climb into bed. Izzy sighed for a moment and creased her eyebrows at the ceiling, trying to figure out the thoughts in her head.

“What’s wrong?” Patrick asked, and Izzy shook her head.

“Nothing I’m just, it’s hard readjusting to this reality. That one was...” She took a breath and swallowed the rest of her sentence into silence, hoping Patrick wouldn’t mention it. He did however and sat on the end of her bed, questioning her with his eyes.

“That one was what?” He asked, and Izzy gulped.

“Nicer,” She whispered, and Patrick frowned.

“Why?” He asked, and Izzy took another breath.

“No vampires, William was our friend, no fighting evil, no insane powers and fighting, and we-” She cut herself off, widening her eyes and looking away from Patrick. He frowned and edged towards her.

“We, we what?” He asked, and Izzy swallowed her fears.

“We were happy,” She mumbled, and Patrick gulped, guilt edging onto his features.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, and Izzy flinched, anger spreading across her face.

“Stop saying that Patrick, that word lost all it’s meaning a long time ago.” She hissed at him making him flinch, making him close his eyes.

“I know. I just wish I could take so many things back,” Izzy nodded, tears forming in her eyes.

“Me too. That’s why I hoped with all my heart that the other reality was real, we were still together in that one,” Patrick sighed.

“I hate this,” He whispered, placing his hand on top of hers. Izzy gulped, forcing herself to say everything she had wanted to say since the day she left two years ago.

“My heart broke Patrick,” She mumbled, taking a deep breath. “Every second I was away from you, every minute I thought about you my heart broke a little more,” Tears fell from her eyes and Patrick frowned, not realizing just how fragile she really was. “Patrick I loved you more than anything, anyone, ever, and being away from you and knowing I hurt you was worse than even being turned, and then you repaid me for that pain and saving your life by fucking Evie,” She hiccupped and Patrick winced at her words, letting them sting him.

“And my heart didn’t break, Izzy? I thought you left me for William, I felt like shit every single day you were gone.” Izzy nodded.

“I know, I but I had to do it,” Patrick nodded, frowning when Izzy cried even harder, him proceeding to wrap his arms around her.

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen Izzy,” Izzy nodded into his chest, savouring the feeling of him being there.

I’ve tried and I’ve tried to get you out my mind,
But it don’t get no better as each day goes by,
And I’m lost and confused, I’ve got nothing to lose,
Hope to hear from you soon,
PS – I’m still not over you...

Thoughts were running through both of their heads, and Izzy couldn’t help but love the feeling of being next to him again. Patrick looked down at her face and coughed lightly to get her attention. He mustered everything he could and tried to put meaning back into the words.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, making her stare right into his eyes. She blinked, smiling lightly, and resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry too,” She replied, and Patrick smiled contently before standing to leave the room.

“Have a nice sleep,” He mumbled, and just as he approached the doorway a small voice came from behind him.

“Patrick?” Izzy looked expectantly at him as he turned around, and he questioned her with his eyes.

“Yes?” He asked, and Izzy blinked nervously.

“Will you stay here tonight? I don’t think I want to be on my own.” Patrick smiled again and nodded, closing the bedroom door. If he wasn’t in a relationship with her, at least he could make the most of it while he had her in his arms.

~~~

As Pete led Evie into the kitchen, he turned suddenly in the centre of the room, watching as she flinched when she did so. She blinked up at him expectantly, waiting for the reason he called her into the room but frowned when she didn’t get such an explanation.

“What do you want, Pete?” She asked, and Pete coughed, shuffling his feet slightly.

“It’s weird that Joe’s married, right?” He mumbled, and Evie rolled her eyes.

“I guess, but Pete, is that all you wanted to talk about, because you know I’m not really in the mood.” Pete shook his head as she said this, and sighed, moving closer to her.

“I guess I feel like if they can get married within a few months of knowing each other then I’m thinking that what we did was stupid and that we should get past it,” Evie creased her eyebrows together, trying to decipher what Pete was saying.

“You’re saying you want to get back together?” She asked, and Pete shook his head.

“No,” He frowned. “Maybe. I don’t know, I just know that Joe and Tiffany getting married is just setting an example for the rest of us,” Evie nodded slowly, hoping that Pete really did want to give everything another shot.

“What are you saying, Pete?” She asked, and Pete frowned again.

“I don’t know, I guess, I’m just tired of avoiding you,” Evie nodded, touching his arm.

“Then let’s give it another try.” She said, and Pete shook his head again.

“No, I don’t know Evie, you slept with Patrick,” He skewed his mouth to the side, not wanting to forgive her too easily.

“And you slept with Izzy,” She retorted angrily, and Pete winced, knowing that it was the truth. Evie sighed, placing a hand around his wrist. “But I suppose that was my fault... Can’t we just call it even?” She asked, and Pete sighed.

“How is that even? I wouldn’t have slept with Izzy if you didn’t sleep with Patrick,” Pete whined, becoming angry again. Evie noticed and sighed, fed up of having to tread around his moods.

“Pete I just want us to be an us again, Please.” Pete gulped, frowning at her hand on his wrist. He pushed her away and sighed.

“I thought I wanted that a minute ago, but it’s clear you don’t have any regret for what happened...” He pushed past her and walked out of the room, leaving Evie’s hopes crashed. She ran after him, catching up to him just as he got to his room.

“Pete wait,” Tears formed in her eyes and he sighed, turning around to face her.

“What, Evie?” He asked, and Evie frowned, playing with her hands.

“One more chance,” She mumbled, and Pete rolled his eyes, walking into his room.

“No, Evie,” She followed him in like a lost dog, pleading with her eyes.

“I am sorry for everything that happened Pete, if I could take it all back, I would.” Pete sighed, turning to the table in the room. Evie walked up to him, putting her hand back around his wrist.

“Please,” She whispered, and Pete looked to the sincerity in her eyes. He sighed lightly, looking at the papers on his desk. He picked them up and sighed, before ripping all of them in half. Evie frowned, not seeing the title on them.

“What was that?” She asked, and Pete looked back to her, grabbing onto her hand.

“The divorce papers.” He said, and Evie widened her eyes.

“Really?” She asked, and Pete nodded, dropping the paper into the bin and moving closer to her.

“Really.” Evie practically jumped on him, Pete letting her kiss him forcefully and push them back to the bed. He wasn’t a push over and didn’t want her to think he would just forgive her with the slightest persuasion, but he also knew he couldn’t live without her.

~~~

The next evening when everyone woke, the first half of the night went by like a blur. First Evie and Pete woke and realized they had slept together, and Evie half expected Pete to wake up and freak out about waking up naked next to her after vowing that he would never forgive her. However he just opened his eyes and smiled, kissing her lightly when he was fully awake. They went downstairs happily, followed a few minutes later by Patrick and Izzy, who even though they didn’t actually do anything that night, were both happy about just spending the night with each other. Crystal had evidently spent the night in the basement, and no-one had even bothered to go and get her out considering she had tried to kill them not too long ago. Gabe, Joe, Andy, Amber and Tiffany were all in the kitchen, and Gabe sent a solemn look to Izzy as she entered the room. Izzy stood confused at this and Gabe stood, motioning to both her and Amber.

“Can I speak to you two in private please?” He asked, and Evie shook her head.

“No you can’t, I need to speak to Izzy first,” She dragged Izzy out of the room making Gabe sigh and sit again, everyone wondering what he was so upset about. Izzy pulled her arm away from Evie as they got into the hallway, glaring at her (ex) best friend.

“What the hell do you want?” She snapped, and Evie rolled her eyes.

“Don’t bitch at me, I wanted to talk to you because me and Pete made up,” She smiled smugly back at Izzy who in turn crossed her arms protectively.

“Great news. I couldn’t care less, get out of my way-” Evie blocked her and Izzy squinted her eyes at Evie, hissing slightly.

“Don’t go all bitchy vampire on me madam,” Evie mumbled, smirking. “I know you were with Patrick last night,” She sighed, watching as Izzy became defensive.

“So what if I was?” She asked, and Evie sighed, bringing down her ‘bitch-barrier’ and speaking sincerely.

“I just hope you’re genuine, I don’t want to see him hurt by you all over again,” Izzy scoffed.

“Hurt by me? Please, he’s the one who fucked some slut,” She smiled evilly and Evie chose to ignore Izzy’s dig at her.

“He regrets it more than you’ll ever know...” She mumbled, taking a deep breath. “Anyway, what I was trying to say, is that if you and Patrick are talking again, and me and Pete have made up, can we give the friendship another go?” She smiled genuinely. Izzy knew she was being truthful and really did want to be her friend, which gave her even more satisfaction when she leaned into her face. Izzy leaned forward, putting a small frown on her face, making Evie think she was going to hug her or something. Instead she simply attached a grin to her face when she was a few inches from Evie’s.

“Go fuck yourself,” She whispered, and walked around Evie, leaving her to stand shocked at her gesture, and Izzy’s reply. Walking back into the kitchen, Izzy looked expectantly at Gabe and Amber, and coughed.

“You wanted to talk to me?” She asked, and Gabe nodded, letting the two girls follow him to the stairs.

“Yes, follow me,”

~~~

“So what the hell are we doing again?” Pete asked, and Izzy rolled her eyes, trying to do up the zipper to her dress.

“I told you Pete, we’re going to William’s masquerade ball...” Pete nodded impatiently, leaning into the mirror to try and do up his tie.

“Yes I know that,” He huffed into the mirror when he failed at doing up his tie, and Izzy rolled her eyes, flicking her hand, making the cloth around his neck tie up all by itself. He sighed, looking back at her.

“I mean, why are we going?” Izzy sighed.

“We need his blood, and this is the best way to get it,” Pete looked up, raising his eyebrow.

“For the spell right?” He asked, and Izzy nodded.

“Yeah. When Gabe asked to speak to me and Amber last week it was because he found out how to kill William.” Pete nodded slowly.

“Are you guys ever going to tell us how you’re going to do it?” He asked, and Izzy shook her head.

“Nope, you don’t need to know,” Pete rolled his eyes, before eyeing himself in the mirror.

“You ready?” He asked, and Izzy nodded. They walked into the living room, getting eyed by the rest of the group as they walked in. Patrick couldn’t help but stare at Izzy and smiled when she spun a little to show off her dress. William’s annual masquerade ball was a big fancy event, and Gabe had managed to get a hold of an invite, one you needed to get inside. Izzy and Pete were posing as a couple to get in, seeing as the rest of the ball would smell the others from a mile away. The rest of them would be sat in a car outside, ready to run in and attack when they got Pete’s signal. There was a set plan and everything was ready, but still a few of them were nervous about whether the whole thing would go well or not. Both were dressed in old world outfits, Pete wore a 1920’s-esque suit, and Izzy wore a dress that hit the floor, one of those Victorian ones with the corset and hoop skirt. Pete leaned past her and picked up his mask, and Izzy did the same. Gabe nodded at them and everyone (other than Crystal, who was still locked in the basement after a week of not coming out) piled into the two cars, and made the short drive up to William’s mansion. After arriving and getting to a good hiding space, Izzy and Pete walked out into the drive and into sight. Gabe whispered after them and throwing the syringe and invite at Izzy.

“Just be careful,” He added, and the two nodded before heading off to the mansion.

After successfully getting inside and maneuvering past people in the room, Izzy spotted William at the head of the top table, observing the dancing people in the room. His eyes wandered to everyone in turn, and occasionally he would take a sip of the blood in front of him. He seemed almost bored, and Izzy knew this would probably work in her favor. She pulled Pete to her and they danced, and Izzy made a point to lock eyes with William as she did so. He noticed her and smiled evilly, sipping the drink again as he watched her dance with Pete. Izzy was still amazed he hadn’t realized that it was her, but smiled back at Pete, breaking her eye contact with William. This made William walk over to her, and she winked at Pete before turning to where William was already at her side.

“May I take this dance?” He asked, and Izzy used all her concentration on blocking William from realizing who she was, and nodded slowly before breaking away from Pete. She wrapped an arm around William’s shoulder, smiling at him.

“So where did such a beauty come from?” He asked, and Izzy smiled again, putting on a fake voice to throw him off.

“If I told you that I wouldn’t be as mysterious now, would I?” She said, and William smiled.

“Okay then.” Izzy smiled, and looked to a door at the end of his table, knowing his study was through the door.

“I think this room is a little stuffy, I need some quiet time,” William nodded, leading her to the study. She quickly looked back to Pete who was watching, and nodded towards him, and he nodded back before making his way through the crowd. She turned back and followed William to the room. Once they were inside and William had locked the door, Izzy turned around, discretely taking the syringe out of the pocket in her dress and turning to him. He smiled and made his way towards her, putting a hand on her waist. Izzy lifted her mask and pulled it off, making William widen his eyes.

“You,” He hissed, and before Izzy said anything else she slammed the needle into his arm, using the eye contact she had got with William to stop him from pushing her away. After getting the blood she heard shouts and bangs from outside of the door, and she knew that the group were now in the room killing any vampires in the room. William winced at the blood she had taken, and glared at her, ripping his eyes away from hers.

“Fucking bitch,” He muttered, and Izzy laughed.

“I know, terrible isn’t it?” She replied and kicked him in the stomach. She knew taking blood from him made him weak and she smiled at the control she had over him. He blinked and got ready to disappear, knowing he was the only person that could teleport in the mansion grounds. He looked up at her and hissed, his eyes blackening under the bedroom light.

“I’m going to kill you myself, and I’m going to do it in a way that you wish you were never even born,” He blinked and disappeared, and Izzy regained her composure, looking to the syringe in her hand.

“You fucking wish,” She mumbled.

~~~

Walking back into the main hall, Patrick sighed as everyone ran past him, following Pete out of the hall, ready to attack the vampires that got away in the fight. He didn’t bother to run with them, knowing he wouldn’t be much help without his stake gun, which was lost somewhere in the fight earlier. He didn’t bother to go and look for it, wanting more to think about the ways he could help in the last fight against William. He was never a trained fighter, so he figured he wouldn’t really be much of an asset. He still didn’t know what Izzy, Amber and Gabe were up to, the three of them had kept their plans so secret since they had found out what to do, no-one else had any idea how they were defeating William. Not even Tiffany had been let in the loop, being told instead to keep Joe company most of the time. Patrick just wished Izzy would let him in on what she was doing, as whatever was about to happen was making all three of them moody and depressed, and Izzy snapped at the slightest of things.

The music in the main hall was still playing, evidently the person choosing the music had been killed before they had chance to turn it off. He walked slowly across the room, looking at the massacre around him. Dust everywhere, except a space in the centre of the room where the floor was clear. He turned as he heard a noise behind him, readying a stake in his pocket in case one of the vampires had escaped and come back to kill him. When he turned however, he saw Izzy walking up to him with a small smile on her face. Patrick frowned and tilted his head.

“Shouldn’t you be with the others, chasing down the vampires that got away?” He asked, and Izzy shrugged.

“Probably. I had enough of a problem trying to get a hold of William.” Patrick nodded slowly.

“What did you need from him, anyway, if we weren’t here to kill him?” Izzy sighed, walking close to him.

“Blood. We need it for-” She widened her eyes and sighed again. “-For the end.” Patrick creased his eyebrows together and stopped walking, right in the centre of the hall. He grabbed her wrist and looked at her, desperately wanting an answer.

“The end? You mean, when we kill William and we live happily ever after?” Izzy gulped.

“Yeah. That’s what I mean.” She avoided eye contact, and Patrick knew she was keeping something from him. He shrugged it off however and tapped her on the shoulder. A slow song started in the hall and Patrick smiled, looking into her eyes.

“Dance with me,” He said, more as a statement than a question. Izzy started to protest, but Patrick grabbed her hand, lacing his fingers with hers and resting his other hand on her waist. Izzy gave in, and rested her other hand on his shoulder while they danced, Patrick sighing slightly as Izzy leant into him, resting her head in the crook of his neck. He felt her sigh into his neck and he smiled, them moving slightly to the song in the background. He closed his eyes and let the feeling burn on his memory, knowing it would be over soon, and they would have to go back to being just fighting partners. He wished he could turn back everything that had ever happened between them, go back to the point just before she got turned. Or even better, get rid of vampires all together, and live a normal, happy life with his wife. As they slow danced in the room, Izzy lifted her head to look at Patrick, watching as his eyes showed happiness for the first time in a long time. Izzy sighed, knowing that she would have to tell Patrick the truth sooner or later. After everything that had happened she didn’t want to hurt him again, but she had no choice. It was a choice between telling him now, or letting him find out later, without being able to say goodbye. She gulped, and looked Patrick in the eye before gulping again.

“Patrick, there’s something I need to tell you...”