- "You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."
― Dr. Seuss

It was around three days later and we had been stuck in the house. I think everyone was starting to go kind of crazy.

I was going crazy too.

By now everyone had figured out about Abaddon and my Seer powers. They also found out about my necromancy powers. I exposed Tom on that too, to his utter fury.

No one knew I was a Hell bearer though.... not even Tom. I was not ready for them to go all crazy on me. I'd told them it was a new spell I'd made and no one doubted me for a second.

I had numerous new scars adorning the entirety of my body. They ached like an old painful memory.

I was lying in the middle of the room wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito.

"Move over. " Abby snaps, irritated. She hadn't been able to reach out to Avery this entire time and she was getting quite salty.

"No. Sit over there! I'm comfy here!! My seat is warm!" I demand. "My body heat finally warmed up these cold arse leather seats." I pout annoyed at her.

She glares at me and plops down beside me.

"No word from Avery?" I muse, popping a piece of chocolate in my mouth. I had multiple chocolate bars hidden in the mini blanket fort I'd made for myself and you know that I was not sharing with anyone.

"NONEEE!!! He's so rude!!! How dare he!!? I was freaking kidnapped! I expect him to at least send a stupid owl!!!" She scowls.

"He's still healing from excessive butt burns. Take it easy on the guy."

"This coming from the girl with the perfect boyfriend." She sneers and I gaze at her in shock.

"Perfect-Perfect BOYFRIEND!?" I burst out laughing. I laughed so hard, tears came from my eyes.

"What!?" She snaps and I shrug.

"Just never thought the day would come when people would be jealous of serial killing boyfriends."

"Aren't you also a serial killer."

"Guilty." I wink at her. "That's why we make a good match. We're both insane."

She rolls her eyes at me. "Lucky."

"You're mental Diggory. Absolutely mental." I retort. "Don't think about stealing my man either. I know you fancied him." I tease and she goes red.

"No. No. Definitely not. You two are perfect for each other." She smiles at me. "Are you going to give me some chocolate?" She asks.

"No." I answer her and she gives out a scream of anger.

"I'M GOING TO KILL SOMEBODY!!!" She shrieks.

"Oh Tom has experience with that! Ask him to tutor you on it." Mulciber muses, crashing into the spot she'd been before. He rests his head on my lap, grinning up at me. "Hey Oceania."

"Don't use Avery's nickname on me." I warn.

"Can I have some chocolate?" The redhead asks.

"No get your own." I retort munching on the chocolate bar.

Tom strides in and takes note of the scene with a single brow raised. "Get off her Mulciber." He drawls. I've never seen someone jump up so quickly.

"You took all the chocolate give me one." Tom holds out a hand and I glare at him.

"No. It's my chocolate!"

"I want to make hot chocolate with it."

"No."

"I'll make you some."

I eye him slightly and nod. "Kay. Here." I smile up at him and he rolls his eyes before heading into the kitchen.

"HEY!!! WHY'D YOU GIVE HIM CHOCOLATE!!! I WANTED ONE!!" Mulciber screeches racing after Tom to grab a chunk.

"She's not dating you, is she?" I hear Tom's answering retort which makes me grin.

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"You're back." Photia smirks at me and I bristle back.

"Noooooo!!!! I fell asleep again!! I don't want to train today!!! LET ME GOOOOO!!!" I whine.

"I never train initiates. I test them." She rolls her eyes. "Samir will be training you again today." She muses and then disappears.

"YOOO FIREY WOMAN!!! WHERE DID YOU GOO!!! JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE MADE OF FIRE DOESN'T MEAN YOU GET TO BLAST AWAY!!" I screech.

"Ahem."

I whirl around and meet the eyes of a highly amused man. "Valentine. She can't hear you, you know."

"Are you kidding me? This is Hell! She hears allllll." I say making my voice haunting.

"Funny. Now in position please." He muses, dark blue eyes glistening in the glowing red light of Hell.

His hair was dark and luscious, wavy that fell in serious curls around his face. He was highly attractive and I knew all my friends back home, would be gushing over him if they saw him.

In a single move, my sword was back in my arms and I was swinging it up, placing myself in position.

"Will I get abs?" I ask him and amusement shines in his usually serious eyes.

"If you want abs, you'll get them."

"I have blubber right now." I shrug at him.

"That's very interesting Valentine."

He unsheathes his own sword and expertly places it in front of him. "Attack me."

I eye him warily. "You're going to hurt me."

"I won't." His lips twitched slightly. He was older, much older. At least two years my senior.

"You said that last time and I ended up almost losing an arm!"

"I knew you'd duck."

"Asshole." I glare.

"Thank you." He gives me a look. "Attack Valentine."

I charge and fling my sword up. He blocks and then shoves at my hands so hard, my sword goes clattering. He hits his hilt into my head and I go falling, grabbing at my head in pain.

"OW!!! YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!" I swing my legs and trip him.

He sits up, groaning and gives me a look. "You're supposed to learn sword techniques."

"How would I do that if you keep hitting my sword away!?!"

"You need to duck." He sighs, looking up in aggravation.

"You're in Hell sweetie. The Heavens ain't gonna help you."

"Up. Let's go again."

"I don't want to!!! I was tortured!! Let me relax!!" I whine.

"You've been pulling the torture card three days in a row. I didn't stop training you then... I'm not going to stop training you now."

"Arsehole."

"Thank you Valentine." He looked exasperated.

"Are you dead?" I ask him and he gives me an annoyed look.

"You can't just ask someone that Valentine. And no. I'm not."

"Wait you're like me then!!!" I grin up at him, making him sigh.

"Yes. So get up before I attack you like before."

I've never moved faster in my life. He almost took my arm off last time. I was not loosing my head.

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I was finally allowed out of my sleeping state.

I had been asleep on the couch but I've never been more tired. He'd been training me for hours and hours on end, while in reality I'd been asleep on earth for barely half an hour.

I had bruises everywhere. They were incredibly visible. I could pass them off right now as injuries from my kidnapping, but pretty soon I'd have to start covering them up.

Groaning, I wrap myself in my burrito blanket and get to my feet. Everything ached. Gosh it was not fair.

I hadn't even seen a single monster yet. Maybe they were just playing me and all this Hell Bearer stuff was just bullshite.

Probably not though.

"You're up." Tom's voice cuts through the silence of the sleeping household and I turn around giving him a tired smile.

"Yep." I muse and hop over to him, still wrapped in my blanket.

"You look ridiculous."

"I'm warm though." I point out, grinning happily.

He scoffs and then pulls up the blanket so that it covered my head like a hoodie. "Warmer now." He scoffs. "If your ears are warm, makes it easier to heat up your body." He states in a monotone. His touch made my cheeks flare though and he sees this.

Smirking he taps my head. "Are you going to blush every-time I touch you now?" He questions generally curious.

"Not like I can control it." I grumble and shrug. "Probably not though." I scurry to the room where I was staying in and Tom raises a brow.

"Going to sleep again?"

"It's one am." I answer and he shrugs then leaves deciding to ignore me. I chuckle softly and then go into the room I was sharing with Greta, Ariana, and Myrtle. I was asleep in seconds.

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I wake up sweating and shivering even though I was covered in three blankets. My scars were itching and I couldn't help but hear Ariana's screams piercing through my head.

"NOOOO!!! NOOOO NOT MOMMY!!! LET HER GO!!!! STOP!!! YOU'RE KILLING HER!!!" Ariana screams. I look to my side to see the girl in question cuddled up to my side. She hadn't been able to sleep without me lately. And personally I didn't blame the girl. I slept better, knowing she was beside me.

"Nightmares?" I voice drawls from the opening of the door. I look up and see Tom glaring at me.

"Why are you awake?" I ask him, concerned.

He scoffs and strides over, sitting down on the covers. "You were talking in your sleep. I'm in the room over." He answers like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But they didn't wake up." I mumble, pointing to the three other sleeping girls in the room.

"True. I must have better hearing." He gazes up at arrogantly but I was too tired to respond.

He must've realized this because he moves to lie down on the makeshift bed beside Ariana and I.

"What are you doing?" I ask, startled.

"Keeping the nightmares away." He responds, shoving me down beside him.

"I don't think you can do that Tom." I smile still grateful.

"I have no limitations." He scoffs.

"Happy birthday." I whisper at him and he gives me a startled look.

"You remembered?"

"Of course I did." I smile, shutting my eyes.

"Did you get me a present?" He asks after a moment of brief silence.

This makes me laugh. He asked it like he hadn't expected anyone to get him anything.

"I did but it's at Hogwarts. When we go back I'll give it to you."

"What did you get me?" His tone seemed eager.

I turn to look at him and then grab my necklace, unclasping the compass from it and handing it to him.

"Here. This is part one." I say smiling at his stunned eyes. He sits up and I do the same with a wince.

"Happy birthday Tom." I whisper handing it to him.

"Why?"

"Why not? I'm a Seer Anyways. I think you'll find more use to it."

He snaps it open and stares at the picture silently. I peer over his shoulder and blink at the picture.

It was a girl's profile. She was on her knees in the hospital wing. I couldn't see her face but she leaned down over someone devestated.

"Who's that?" I ask curious. "Do you know?"

Tom purses his lips looking from me to the locket and then shrugs, closing it shut. "Who knows." He says and then lies back down again.

"I don't want to go back to sleep." I admit biting my lip.

"Don't be ridiculous. You look terrible. You need sleep." He rolls his eyes and then grabs me hauling in down and into his arms.

"Sleep." He murmurs propping his chin on my head, which was nestled in the crook of his shoulder. "No one will hurt you here."

I'm aware of Ariana scooting over to hug my back moving closer to me and Tom.

I smile slowly and then finally sleep comes.

"There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment."
― Sarah Dessen,