Long lost but no longer

[Nadia Lewis (DELETED 5578)]

Bass thumping through her chest,. almost making Nadia feel like her heart was fluttering in her chest. A sweating drink in her hand made Nadia regret coming to this bar, but she had to meet a friend for a drink and part of her liked the crowded places just because it meant that there would be a lot of witnesses. A small sigh slipped her lips before taking a sip from her drink and then shifting in her seat. Glancing at the watch on her wrist showed that her friend was again going to be "fashionable late."

Nadia shifted in her seat again, shifting her blond hair off her shoulder though carefully because of the big loopy curls that she had styled it into. Waiting was not a strong point of hers but she grabbed her phone checking for any text messages or phone numbers, chewing her lower lip with her teeth when the screen came up blank. With her eyes down on the screen all she saw was a pair of legs in tight jeans until green eyes moved up and took in the whole man standing before her with a handsome smile.

"Hey pretty lady, has anyone told you that you look like an angel?" His voice was gravelly and his smile smooth and charming. Nadia studied him for a moment, eyes roving over the broad shoulders and slim hips, hair hanging over his eyes in a practiced carefree way. Blue eyes peeked out from between the strands, and the t-shirt and jeans clung to his body closer then a lover. But something tripped an alarm in the back of her mind and she she smiled blankly, green eyes bright and unknowing.

"Excusez-moi monsieur, je ne parle pas anglais, je suis très désolé..." Her accent was perfect and her eyes seemed so very sincere that the man flushed darkly in anger or embarrassment.

"Just my luck that the hot ones don't speak English..." He grumbled loudly, tossing his drink back violently before glaring at Nadia as if it was her fault. A flash of guilt through her but Nadia also refused to be hit on by an idiot. "Well then I guess you aren't worth my time since you don't bother to learn the language." His words bit at Nadia until she grimaced at the man's back, pushing his way through the crowd roughly as if to show he was the big man.

[Cristiana]

Behind the bar, Crissy busied herself with making drinks, getting orders for the people shouting them out and generally trying not to lose her cool at the moment. Hearing the bit of French, her eyes narrowed in on the woman speaking to the man. It was obviously a ploy to get him to leave, which in her eyes meant many of things; either taken, lesbian or just not interested in his type. When she moved in closer to the blonde haired woman, she leaned on the bar in front of her, in perfect French, “What can I get you tonight?” He accent was thick enough someone would believe she had lived in France at one point in time or another. Her normal accent was thick enough as it was European but not quite being able to pinpoint the exact dialect. Perhaps British or maybe a Norwegian undertone, it was never quite so thick you could estimate the region.

While she waited for the drink order from the blonde, when the man was far enough away, Cristiana gave a head nod to let the girl know the man was out of earshot. This would feed into her curiosity of which reason behind the language. What would have been funnier is the guy speaking French back to her, seeing as it was Canada. A lot of people knew the language as a second tongue here. Since this was a college town many of the people coming here were from other countries, areas and not native to the land. But something about the girl peaked an interest. Perhaps, just perhaps she would keep an eye on this one. Something about this girl, she couldn’t place her finger on it, screamed into Crissy’s head. Or maybe it was all the people yelling orders, the music blasting from the speakers and the bodies so close together that was getting to her. She could barely stand it out here for long periods of time, but she did her part tending bar when she had the time. “I can make you just about anything you’re heart desires.” She said in the heavily accented English.

The woman behind the bar started to rush around taking on more orders since Cristiana stopped to focus on this one girl, they knew better to stop her since she owned the bar. It was hazardous to their job to argue with her, let alone deadly. Most occasions she was in her office listening to the music except on event nights which she handled personally, or afternoons. She always came out to do the lunch schedule, making herself visible during the daylight hours. There was so much to be done in this place, thieves to catch and people who seem to constantly slip on the floors even though they just watched them being mopped. Before they had a chance to hire a lawyer and sue, she woo’ed them like a good allurist. Making them forget they even fell to start with. After a nice cup of tea, they would leave the building smiling and yet, not knowing what transpired. She often giggled over how the human mind was weaker, took to the vampire gifts so easily. Perhaps, she would do that to this girl, and get a nibble to eat later.

[Chameleon (DELETED 5581)]

I WILL NOT DIE HERE!!! The howls of pain and anger pushed and echoed their ways down a multitude of dark corridors. None of which the prisoner of a derranged woman has ever been through...nor has he ever moved from his current spot. A cage located in the middle of a large, underground room, barely lit by three torches located on walls that were yards away from the prisoner. I will not... A thick norse accent accompanied by a deep, growling voice slowly died out as the man collapsed upon the ground. His breathing was heavy. His mouth was dry from a lack of water. ...die here. Not LIKE THIS!! He tried to push himself back up but to no avail. Far to weak due to being malnourished and a drastic lack of hydration. Before long, the captive would collapse in a massive heap and sleep for days at a time. Until someone would leave him food and water....then leave him once more to this hellish solitude.

Dreams...grim...painful...but why so? A family? Nonsense. He has only ever known darkness and loneliness. All his life there has been no one else in his life. No one except for the wicked harpy that has kept him locked in this cage for gods know of how long. He only ever sees this woman once every other week. To the captive, her visits were random. There was no way for the man to tell the time...but whenever she did, she would inject him with something..then take blood. Sometimes tease him by speaking of his release. This only drove him mad. Such a rage that was so blinding, there have been times that he would pass out and wake with several casts on his body from broken bones. No recollection to how the bones were ever damaged...but these dreams..of a family...mother, father...and a sister. Were they real...or were they instilled? Are they just a fantasy that he has created himself to keep sane...but what if...just what if?

A click followed by a long groaning of heavy metal grinding against each other jolted the massive lump on the ground to wake and stare blankly forward into darkness till his eyes adjusted. Never before has the gate to his cage opened. "Who is there?" The Norse accent hung heavily. The man's voice shaky with the new experience. There was no answer. A torch was tossed near him, causing the man to stand at attention and back to one side of his cage. Was someone trying to attack him? There wasn't anyone allowed down here without -her- supervision. When his eyes refocused with the new lighting, he saw a plate of food. HOT food....and a large pitcher of water. Without wasting another second, the man lunged forward and devoured the food. The pitcher of water was left with maybe a mouthful before footsteps approached the cage. Remembering his situation, the man stood and was ready to fight. Whatever the cause, his physical self was well built and ready for a fight. When the footsteps came to a stop, the man lifted the torch up to see who had left him the food and water. What he saw was only a hooded figure pointing him toward a corridor. Who are you? No answer. You free me...why? Still no answer. Is...that the way out? This time the hooded figure nodded...and vanished. Blinking a few times, the man wasn't going to wait around any longer. Freedom awaited.

Chameleon...this is your new beginning. The voice seemed to be speaking to him. The man had come to a complete stop in the midst of the corridor the hooded figure directed him to. There was another torch making its way quickly to him. The voice seemed to come from behind him, so it was odd to see this torch coming his way. Immediately he began to feel a rage he's never experienced before. The food and water had given him new life. Chameleon...I am Chameleon... Whoever it was that rushed him...had died in a matter of seconds. As Chameleon made his way out of the underground prison...there was a trail of bodies in his wake. Nothing would stand between him and his freedom. As he stepped into the open air. The wind blew his hair in a frenzy. It was such a wonderful feeling...but where was he? Emerald eyes found city lights nearby. Curious as to what this was...Chameleon, in his ragged clothing...made his way in their direction.

People...music...the smells...the feeling of the energy from night clubs...it was all vastly overwhelming, but Chameleon was not about to let all this stop him from enjying his first night of freedom. Celebration would be limited however. Vengeance sat upon his mind heavy like an anchor keeping a ship at bay. That woman will die...and he would be the one to enjoy feeling her flesh tear under his hands. The thought brought a grim smile to his gaunt face. His eyes, shining a bright emerald still held a darkness to them. A burning flame could be felt if looked into his eyes long enough. As the massive figure made his way down the streets, he found a club that seemed to call to him. Confused, he decided to venture forth. He had no money...but something here called him. Seeing his tattered clothing in the reflection of one of the windows brought back that grim smirk but only for a second as he pushed through the doors. As he entered...his emerald eyes locked on to one person immediately. A man had just left her table...she spoke french? Something about this woman made his head hurt...Slowly approaching...she felt familiar...he stepped up to the table, a deathly look upon his face as he looked into the others eyes. Her face...so similar to his...so familiar. Who are you? The deep, gravely voice overpowered a lot of the music as he spoke. Completely ignoring the other speaking to this woman. It wasn't his concern...he needed to know why his head hurt and why this girl was so damned familiar.

[Nadia Lewis (DELETED 5578)]

A blush crept up her cheeks when she was caught speaking another language granted many people in Canada spoke the language, few spoke it like she did since she had learned it from a true Frenchmen. Part of her was ashamed to get caught lying, another was proud that she knew the language well enough to convince another that she might speak it naturally enough. When the man was far enough away that Nadia felt safe, she smiled at the bartender, "I would like a refill on my whiskey sour please."

Her English was middle america with almost no accent, though her looks were something different then that as if she worked to erase any kind of accent from her voice. Handing over her empty glass with a smile, Nadia began to look around her a little closer trying to keep the appearance of not speaking English. Meeting new people made her nervous just because she was known for saying the wrong thing or missing dates because her contacts had a new lead for her that would end up being a dead end. She was simple girl who liked simple things, though her hand strayed to her phone which was state of the art and silent made her frown for a moment before smiling at the bartender.

"Thank you for not ratting me out, I know everyone here speaks some kind of French but I was hoping that tall dark and stupid wouldn't be one of them." Her embarrassment colored all her words but she shrugged her shoulders and smiled in a very self deprecating way. Leaning over the bar slightly she offered her right hand to the bartender.

"The name is Nadia Lewis, and I am new in town any good places to eat around here?" But before she could get an answer something made her turn, a tickle on the back of her neck. The feeling made her turn around quickly and a lock eyes with green eyes that were so like hers, the man was huge but her breath caught in her chest and made her feel like she was drowning. Tears sprang to her eyes, and a hand jumped to her mouth to cover the silent murmurings until she managed to get a breathy answer out.

"It can't be you... Please tell me I am not sleeping and this is not a dream..." Tears spilled over her cheeks as she whispered his name over and over again, a single hand reaching out to touch him as if afraid he would be smoke between her fingers.

[Cristiana]

The woman behind the bar made something of a spectacle making the drink, though it was a very simple drink. Bottles flew in the air flipping before being caught behind her back. With one hand she poured liquid into the glass and the other had a bottle fall right into the palm of her hand with such ease she looked like she had always done it. Her eyes remained on the woman. The normal business attire Crissy wore was down to the tight black A lined skirt and the blouse, not in a very bar tending manner since she wore only cashmere and silk. At least this blouse buttoned up the front, though if you looked hard enough you could see the fainted hint of the white undergarments through the silken clad top. She placed the drink before the girl winking, “This one is one the house. I often get guys hitting on me here but.” She held up her hand to show the engagement and wedding ring on her finger. “Very much a married woman. One day, if you come here often enough you will see my husband standing off against a wall working security. He likes to help me keep the bar in check.” She said being overtly friendly.

When the girl spun in her chair, seeing the average sized man, average for her since both her husband and one of the adopted sires were larger than the man in question, walking across the bar straight for this girl. At first she held off watching the two interact noting the similarities in their facial features. They could pass for siblings, somewhat. Where he was dark, she was light.

“Excuse me,” She said deliberately interrupting them, “I think you two aught to come with me before you cause a scene in my bar.” She said point blankly asserting a bit of authority so the two knew she was not kidding around when it came to her business affairs.

With that she threw down the towel she was drying her hands off with and motioned for them to follow her through the crowd. With the filth on the man, she assumed the crowd would part for them. She walked toward the door, past the spiral glowing staircase to the second floor to what seemed like an empty hall. When she pushed against the wall it opened to a darkened corridor to the office beyond the point. The only light came from the inside doorway through the little window on the door. It was nice, bright and quiet in the office except the noise coming from the bar which she normally drowns out with music playing lowly.
She took seat behind her desk seemingly not paying any attention if the two followed and entered into the office behind her. As soon she was behind the desk, the light of the computer came on and she began tapping away on the key board, eyes scanning the screen giving ample enough privacy. However she paid more attention to the two, unseen by them as she seemed distracted by the business at hand.

“Ah spreadsheets, how you allude me so.” She said barely above a whisper as though she talked strictly to herself and the glowing box. Out of the corner of her eyes, she watched intently.

[Chameleon (DELETED 5581)]

So many questions were rushing through Chameleon's head. So many, he could barely keep grasp of one of them before another of seemingly more importance than the last would grab his tongue ready to be flung outward. Words failed him, however. No matter how hard he tried to utter even a sound, nothing would come forth. It was infuriating. The feeling reminded him of his powerless state with -that- woman. How he despised feeling so helpless. To be caged with no means of escape...and no means to fight back. His massive fists clenched tightly, slowly beginning to shake with rage and this headache. The latter slowly becoming an unbearable migraine. The pounding of the music didn't help matters...and neither did this strangely familiar woman's tears.

Finally a question settled on his mind, but before he could speak...yet again something took his attention from the words ready to be spoken. This woman had reached a hand out to him. Immediately, he jolted back and scowled. Who are you? What are these tears for? Answer... He spoke coldly, but the sting in his words could chill many to the bone. His emerald eyes locked with the other green eyes. Such a dead stare, almost devoid of all emotion. Just darkness, hatred, and anger lingered in those brilliant eyes of jade. This woman before him, tearing up and acting as though she knew him...it wasn't anger he was feeling, but something cold settled in his stomach. Chameleon needed his answers and he would get them by any means.

It wasn't until the other woman spoke that Chameleon even realized that there was someone else present. The stern voice caused the ragged man to jump in his place and cast a quick glance sideways toward the owner of the command. Chameleon opened his mouth to retort, but didn't get the chance to speak. The other woman had begun walking away. A quick beckon as though she wanted the two, Chameleon and this familiar, teary eyed woman, to follow. His head throbbing, he had no means or want to think things through. With the assumption that the familiar face would be following and that he'd get his answers, Chameleon reluctantly followed. His gaze went toward the floor, allowing his thick black mane of hair to cover most of his face.

There was something strange here. Yet another feeling of familiarity. This time it was about the air...the presence that was held there. Chameleon stopped in his tracks and lifted his head so that he could gaze upon the back of the woman he followed down these odd corridors. Chameleon's eyes narrowed as he proceeded with more caution than before. What was going on? First freed by a strange hooded figure...allowing himself the freedom he wished...slaughtering many that "guarded" that cave. Running in to a familiar face. As to why she was so familiar...and now this....a strange hall way...peculiar openings...Taking a deep breath, Chameleon stepped through into this rather well hidden office. His eyes fixed on the one behind the desk. Again...so many questions...yet none would stay long enough to be spoken. Until finally...Where am I? His voice boomed louder than he had anticipated, causing himself to flinch and repeat his question quieter...and some how more harsh.

[Nadia Lewis (DELETED 5578)]

His questions fired at her like bullets firing into her chest but her voice wouldn't work opening and closing her mouth looking like a fish out of water. Nadia wanted to say something but tears slipped from her cheeks unchecked. Her mind couldn't wrap around the idea that he was here, the person she had searched for over so many years and had worried herself to sickness over. This was the other half of her soul, the other half of her as a person and he looked at her like she was some stranger. The idea that all she had fought for was for naught made her want to sob and scream but she silently cried, looking at this scary looking man before her and wondering what she should do.

Words slipped past her mind barely registering but she looked at the bartender and saw the emotions on her face and the authority in her voice. Nadia numbly nodded when the woman ordered her to follow, her legs like logs under her as she walked. Walking just quick enough not to lose them Nadia felt her chest tighten until it felt like she couldn't breath around the mix of fear and happiness. Something had gone horribly wrong since last time Nadia had seen her twin, but the feeling of completeness making her skin tremble.

Once they reached the office though the trip there was a blur that Nadia would have a hard time remembering when she looked back on this memory, and the nice bartender had lost herself to the computer posted in front of her Nadia looked at the man standing before her. "I am guessing your question isn't where you are exactly, as in in this office..." Her voice trailed off her weak joke made weaker by the trembling in her voice. "You are in Canada, which is north of the United States of America..." Her voice trailed off when she ran out of ways to explain where he was exactly so she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, focusing on her breath like she did in yoga. "My name is Nadia Lewis...." She looked up at him and smiled softly, touching her chest softly. "You're name is Niklas Lewis... You are my brother... My twin." The works seemed to break her heart and soul, causing more tears to come down her cheeks and hiccups bubble in her chest. "You are my twin and I have been looking for you since you disappeared Niklas..." Nadia tried to hide her tears wiping them quickly off her face and forcing herself not to sob.

[Cristiana]

The raven haired beauty behind the desk stopped clicking away at the keyboard, her head rose with a curiosity seeing as they were not only siblings of the same mother and father, human wise, but twins. The connection between them might run deep as it seems they two were separated for some time and now, reunited here within her club. How special. Now while Cristiana did feel sentimental and all the pretty jazzing feelings for them, her face never gave away a hint. This was better than daytime soap operas; the writers just couldn't make this up. In the swivel seat, she turned to face them making it obvious she was now paying attention. The first thing she made note of was taking their names in, Niklas and Nadia Lewis. From how she mentioned the good old U.S of A. Crissy quickly figured they must have lived there at some given point in time.

“To be exact, you are standing within the private office of Cristiana Cross and Temperance Avila inside the Metronome Club in the sector of town known as Wickbridge, a providence of Harper Rock, Canada. “ She said straight to the point since neither seemed to know the exact town they were in let alone the area of the town. She rose up from the chair making her way to the edge of the desk, where her bottom sat along the edge of corner of dark wooden desk. “I’m sorry to interrupt this touching reunion but neither of you seem to quite know where you are.” As she further took another wild guess, “Or who you are in your case.” She said nodding toward the male. “I mention this because there was once a time I did not know myself either. I awoke in an alleyway close by here, without a clue to my name or much of anything else.” She skipped the parts of her being turned into a vampire. Since she never lost her human complexion, or the aura, she looked very much like a human with the pink tones and flushes to her skin tone. Since her fangs were not out, she guessed neither of the two knew what she was, even if it was known that she had once been taken against her will.

“Those were very hard times indeed. I know what it is like to have nothing. Because of that, if you two will allow, I’d like to help you both.” She said trying to feign sincerity. What she really wanted was to turn them, something about them she instantly knew, or it was the compulsion rearing its head once more. Either way, she’d get her way and turn them, even if she wasn't nice and sweet about it. She fell silent letting the two have the moment to take in the information of finding each other plus then her offer to help. Perhaps that was the way in, giving them a means to protect themselves so nothing could tear them apart from each other again. It was one method. She could be so cold and heartless at times, tonight was one of those nights.

[Chameleon (DELETED 5581)]

There was a long drawn out silence between the three in this little office. Deafening...causing Chameleon to itch with this odd feel of anticipation. Expecting something big to happen or some sort of commotion to stir outside in the halls. It was too quiet...too organized...too familiar. What was this familiarity that kept crawling up his spine? Then she began to speak. A pitiful joke made to lighten the tension in the room fell on deaf ears. At least Chameleon paid no mind to the poor attempt.

"-My name is Nadia Lewis...-"

Nadia... The name fell from his lips with such ease it was almost painful. Nadia...why was this name so familiar? Dimming emerald eyes slowly made their way back to the woman speaking to him. Nadia... Again the name spoken, however this time a sharp pain shot through Chameleon's head. It was as though someone had taken an ice pick and began pushing it through his skull. Agony brought the tall figure to his knees, clasping his head as he held back a roar that was ready to erupt from his throat. A white light only he could see flashes, causing him to bring his head to the ground and growl.

***A small memory...foggy but clear enough to see a small home in the distance. Children play outside in the yard. A little boy and girl...twins. As Chameleon approached the memory began to grow hazy as he was brought back to reality.***

With a harsh growl waking him back from his short lived dream, Chameleon quickly stood and grabbed Nadia's shoulders. His grip was tight and possibly painful. He couldn't tell. There hasn't been much human interaction for years for him. He had no way of telling. His emerald eyes looked back into hers once again. Searching....looking as deep as he could. Was what she was saying at all true? As if it were pre-written...he was about to ask for his name and..."-You are Niklas Lewis... You are my brother... My twin.-" The sharp pain in his head came back, causing him to let go and stagger backward. Catching himself on a wall, holding his head with his free hand...he began to breath heavy.

***A blinding light followed quickly by darkness. Blinking a few times to be sure that he hadn't gone blind, Chameleon spots a small light in the distance. Slowly making his way to it...it's the same house as before. Without thinking about it, Chameleon ran to the front door. It was opened. A faint hint of fear began to creep up his spine. Rushing in, he came to a room that he felt he knew. There was a woman already standing there...it was her...she had a small boy in her arms. You aren't supposed to be here... The voice was directed at him...it was a bit shocked...but mostly angry. The dream faded into darkness and he was once more thrown back into reality***

A roar escaped his throat so harsh it could have torn at his vocal chords if Chameleon didn't stop soon. As soon as he was out of breath, the roar was cut and his attention once again fell to Nadia. If what you say is true...Then...what happened to me...? Where was I...? WHO TOOK ME AWAY!?! He swung a fist at a wall but missed entirely and fell to his hands and knees. His breathing was heavy. What if everything she said was true? That he did have a family. A sister who looked high and low for him. It would mean everything she's said was a lie...but why...why can't I remember anything you speak of? Slowly rising, the stoic expression had returned to Chameleon's once rage stricken visage. Cold, jade eyes met with Nadia's again searching for answers. I want to believe...You and I...will talk. If there was hope in his voice...or any sort of warmth to it...it wasn't felt. There seemed to still be acid on his tongue for everything he spoke seemed much more hateful than was intended.

It was now the other woman's turn to speak. Chameleon had completely forgotten that she was even there. So silent and still it was as though she were dead. Slowly clouding green eyes made their way from Nadia's to this other woman's direction. None of the locations that she spoke made any sense to him. Canada was about all Chameleon could really latch on to. This didn't really tell him how far he had been taken either. Didn't help that he has no recollection of where he was when he was taken all those years ago. Having known nothing but darkness...torture and helplessness. Any relief from that hell was only for that woman's entertainment. All hope of life was taken from him. Lies if what Nadia speaks is true...leaving him this nearly empty shell filled with a fire burning for his revenge.

About to turn away and speak to his twin, Chameleon stopped and locked eyes with this peculiar woman. He couldn't help but feel there was something odd about her...but it has been a very life changing night for the man so far. It very well could be his imagination. Shrugging it off, he slowly shook his head. The black mane of hair jostling lightly as he did so. You have no answers for me. You know nothing of me, regardless of your similar past. I will not take your help. I will find my answers...I will kill her...I will do it without your help. He turned his back to the woman to face Nadia fully. You...I want to trust your words...these tears you shed are not in vain, I feel. So I will keep you by my side. His words were a bit lighter in tone this time around causing Chameleon to sigh slightly. If she were his sister...now wasn't the time to speak so harshly. His attention had faded from the women behind him. She mattered little to him. It was the first time in what felt like ages that he had some spark of hope as he waited for Nadia to speak.

[Nadia Lewis (DELETED 5578)]

The sound of her name on his lips made Nadia's heart clench tightly , it sounded so sad and unfamiliar on his lips as if it was the first time he had heard it or spoke it. Something made Nadia want to scream for the lost time but also for what seemed to be his inability to remember how they used to be. He was older then her by mere moments but she had always looked up to him as her protector and now Nadia felt even more cut adrift then she already was.

Feeling pain lance up her arms into the chest and down into her hands made tears sprout to her eyes again but she kept her eyes wide to make sure that none of them fell again. She was done crying over the past that couldn't be fixed. Her eyes stayed wide open, trying to keep from crying but also to give him full access that he seemed to need to search her soul and see everything in there. Nadia watched him through himself against a wall, holding his head while her hands tightened around each other to stop herself from coming closer to him. His questions came so quickly that she couldn't answer him but his final words echoed in her head we will talk.... we will talk.... we will talk.... What could they talk about? What could she tell him that he shouldn't already know or at least remember about the girl who shared a womb with him.

The bartender's voice slid past her mind, Nadia scrambling to keep up with all the information she was giving away seemingly for free. She had decided to come to this town for college on a whim, knowing it was closer to where her contact was that helped her to try and find Niklas. When she spoke of finding herself, Nadia couldn't stop her eyebrow from raising slowly as if she couldn't quite believe that someone who looked so put together had not always been that way. "You want to help us?" Her voice was confused and she hugged her arms around herself as if she was cold though the room was perfectly normal temperature. "I don't need anymore help, the one thing I have spent my entire looking for is here before me and I will bring him back...." Her voice trailed off as if she had spoken out of turn, her cheeks a tomato red before hearing Niklas blow the woman off and tell her that she would kill "her." Who was this woman he hated so much that he would kill her? Would that woman come back and try and take Niklas from her again? Questions ran through her head but she looked at Niklas with a surprised look, keep her by his side.... tears not in vain.... What did it all mean? "Niklas... You shared a womb with me... You are my other half and I wouldn't leave your side again if the hounds of hell chased me." Her voice was harsh and stubborn, showing her strength and her ability to fight that she had gained from years of searching for him. Nadia leaned into him her voice harsh as she spoke, "Doubt me and you will see your doom, leave me behind and you will learn that I am very good at searching because I have been doing it for years... I have looked for you, searched every lead, never gave up home and I will never give up on you Niklas, not when I finally found you again."