Purify Sins {nik + jersey}

[Clover]

[ clothes ]

The “Larch Court” status on her phone had been a lie for some time. Ever since she saw him at the restaurant, Clover had been following him. Of course he never went back to their old apartment, not after he had sold the place, so she followed him along foreign streets, past numerous houses in shades of red, grey, and blue. She kept her head low and buried her hands into the pockets of her new peacoat. Dressed all in black, she tried her best to blend into the background. She was a shadow; she became a shadow. He looked over his shoulder a few times, but she was a commander of the darkness.

When he went into a home within the quiet Newborough district, Clover pulled her black scarf up around her nose and mouth. She waited for the lights to come on. She watched two shadows move along the home’s windows. First the two inhabitants were downstairs, and then they moved to the second floor of the home. They embraced, separated, embraced, and separated once more. A few cars moved along the street, but none of their headlights penetrated the darkness surrounding Clover.

Zach lived in a tiny two-story home in the Newborough district. She had followed him across the city, from station to station, until they reached his bland little home. Clo should have been on her way to the Handle Bar to introduce Nik and Jersey, two very important people in her life, but her past was more important. Zach still held such power over her life. He was alive and happy, while she was something else. When the lights in the home flickered off, one by one, she moved.

Clover stepped from the curb, the squared heel of her left boot cutting right through the fresh layer of snow. She left a trail of hollowed steps from one side of the street to the other, and then she made her way up the front stairs of the home. She pressed one gloved hand flat against the screen door and used the other to pull the door open. The metal hinges squeaked, but none of the lights went on. The main door of the home was locked, but a lock was nothing to her, as proved by the numerous buildings she’d infiltrated over the last several months. The lock clicked and she repeated the action she’d used on the screen door. One hand flat against the door. The other hand pushing turning the knob and pushing the door inward.

There was a difference in temperature and humidity. She could tell the difference when her coat, gloves, and boots became wet with the melting snow and ice. The waiting game had ended and she was closer than ever to the finish line. Clover tilted her head back and looked up the line of stairs. Someone had placed a night light at the very top of the stairs. Colorful little stars danced across the wall, the ceiling, and floor. While she watched the stars moving along the surfaces, she heard a quiet conversation that floated from overhead and down the upstairs hallway.

“I’m telling you we should ******* move.” It was a man’s voice and Clover clenched her fists as soon as she heard him.

“You’re being crazy. She’s your ex. Maybe she’s out because she’s better. I have crazy ex-boyfriends too. You don’t see me moving away,” Trish countered in a louder voice.

For a moment, Clover wondered if she could take their lives. Trish wasn’t involved in any way. The woman had only married a marked man. Zach was the one she wanted. With those thoughts in mind, the brunette made her way to the staircase and began the ascent. The couple were still arguing, so their voices covered any sound of Clover’s boots on the carpeted stairs. She should have thanked them for their conversation. When she hit a particularly squeaky step, the two stopped talking.

“Did you hear that?” Zach asked the question, and he sounded scared. He sounded like a completely different person.

“I hear you. This is an old house, baby. It’s going to creak and moan. You’re the one that told me that, remember? You’re just freaked out over nothing.” Trish was the voice of reason, just like Clover imagined for her former self.

When the two resumed the arguing, Clover took the last two steps and reached the second floor. The upstairs was carpeted and the walls were painted a peaceful shade of blue. She had to run her gloved hands along the wall, just to feel the smooth surface beneath her fingertips. Zach and Trish were doing so well. It was a small home, but it had two floors and two bedrooms. Clover discovered that simply by looking down the hall. Two doors were open, one being a bathroom and another holding a twin bed. The last door, the only one closed, had to belong to the couple. Clover heard every whispered word of their conversation. She heard Zach telling Trish about the hospitalization, about the slaughter, about his last moments with his ex-girlfriend.

Clover almost reconsidered then. She moved her right foot back to spin around and flee the scene, but she stopped. She stopped and really listened to Zach. He didn’t seem sorry at all. He didn’t seemed like he regretted a single action, a single moment. When she moved again, she moved right toward the closed bedroom door.

She’d concealed her sword beneath her coat and underneath the back loop of her scarf. She reached back and grasp at the hilt and she freed it from the sheath. The blade made a quiet sound, like a shush to quiet the very sound. She only had to open the door. One free palm flat against the bone-white wood, Clover shoved the door open and rushed into the room. Trish let out a scream, but Clover smacked the woman over the head with the hilt of the blade. It was a split-second decision not to kill the woman. Already, Clover regretted the choice, but she refused to take the step back and end the woman’s life.

“What the hell are you doing?” Zach yelled as he jumped out of bed, clad in a pair of green-plaid pajama pants. He was terrified. He threw the alarm clock. He threw the lamp. He threw the shoes. He threw everything on hand to hit Clover, but she ducked and dodged. The final thing he threw, a glass change jar, hit her square in the chest. The glass shattered and the change flew in all directions. She swayed on her feet, but she didn’t fall.

He darted out of the room and ran down the stairs. She could have been faster, but she wanted him to think he escaped again. He was out on the street, running and screaming. Clover walked after him, her boots making a steady crunch in the snow. Her sword was still in hand, ready and willing to take his blood and his life. She just wanted him to feel what she felt when she looked at him.

[Nik (DELETED 5789)]

Thick steam filled a small bathroom in the 9th floor of Corvidae Flats. Hot water had been pouring for the last 30 or so minutes as Nik had been washing away the final remains of yesterday's hangover. Nik turned the faucet off and stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel and quickly dried his face before he tied the towel around his waist. He wiped the condensation off the mirror and touched his jaw with his fingertips before he combed his hair back. He was leaning on the sink trying to decide if he should shave or not when he heard his phone beeping. He grabbed a toothbrush, squeezed some toothpaste on bristles and stuck it in his mouth before stepping out of the bathroom. He walked over to the coffeemaker and loaded it quickly. He snapped the power on before he grabbed his phone. Clover wanted to meet at the Handle Bar. A wide smile appeared on his face as Nik replied with "I'll brt!". He rushed back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth and sprayed a generous amount of deodorant in his armpits and let the towel drop on the floor as he half ran out the bathroom again to get dressed. Exactly one minute later he was fully clothed and pouring black coffee into a mug. He grabbed a milk carton from the fridge and poured some into his coffee only to notice the milk had gone bad. He cringed and poured the entire mess into the sink and rinsed it off. He would get fresh coffee from the Handle Bar. One more final look into the mirror, one cheezy grin, and he was on his way.

The killer arrived at the Handle Bar and walked inside but saw no sign of Clover yet, so he took his regular seat by the bar.

[Jersey]

Outfit

She stepped off the train in Swansdale smelling like citrus, glaring at the woman in front of her who had been spritzing herself in a semi-crowded area. With an annoyed sigh, the telepath headed towards the exit as she mentally checked the email that Clover had sent her containing the bar's address. "At least it didn't sink into my shirts." With each step taken, Jersey made her way towards The Handle Bar and listened to the way her ankle high black boots crunched on the freshly fallen snow. It was still a little difficult for her to believe that a year ago, she was admitted into the hospital for head trauma after her bus accident. Not too long after, she had met Clover Campbell. The girl who disliked chocolate pudding and thought the bitchy nurse that even Jersey disliked was the devil.

Thinking about it caused her lips to quirk up into a smile as she adjusted the red and white scarf she wore around her neck, and then shrank down into the tan knee-length jacket she wore. Catching the eye of a woman carrying a few bags into her house, Jersey offered a warm smile and pulled her jacket closer to her body as if she were cold. She'd even dressed the part with a flannel, red plaid Long sleeved shirt layered over one of her favorite dark gray tee-shirts that had 'Keep Calm and Adopt-a-Puppy' written across the front of it. The shirt itself had reminded her of Peter and given her a chuckle when she ordered it online a few weeks before.

Work had been interesting, mainly consisting of women looking for gifts for their daughters, but it had slowed and was uneventful otherwise. She'd taken most of the time without customers to spend restocking the shelves, washing the windows and countertops once more. Fifteen minutes to close, she'd even swept up the floor and after the last customer was finished, mopped. Removing her cellphone from the pocket of her dark blue jeans, Jersey double checked the address as she found herself looking up at entrance of the bar and stepped inside, shrugging out of her jacket before she readjusted the ponytail at the back of her head. Tucking the tan piece over her arm, she looked for her friend with a curious expression, knowing Clover wasn't one to be late. Instead, she noticed a familiar stranger from a photograph that had been sent to her.

"Your friend and I are here, where are you?" The telepath spoke lightly into Clover's mind as she made her way through the growing crowd over to the man before flashing a smile. "Excuse me, but are you Clover's friend?"

[Nik (DELETED 5789)]

"Excuse me, but are you Clover's friend?"

Nik was confused. Clover was not anywhere to be seen, but this other attractive female was approaching him. For a moment he thought he was on a blind date with someone that Clover had thought was better suited for him... Or something along those lines. He looked at the female and just nodded.
"Yep. I'm Nikita for all the pretty girls."
Usually at this point he would have flashed his pearly whites but not this time. He was like a homeless dog, so unaware of everything.
"She gonna come over or...?"
He asked while drumming the table with his index fingers for a brief moment. He grabbed his phone to quickly check if there was any missed calls or texts, but there was none.
"I wonder if everything's ok. She isn't usually late and if she is, she calls or texts.."

[Jersey]

“I’m Jersey, she was supposed to be here to introduce us.” The blonde ran her thumb along the relic that her boyfriend had given to her for her gadget making, “Jersey Sinclair.” The name was fluid as it rolled off her tongue, no longer strange in the least as she’d adopted it back in March. When Nikita mentioned that she wasn’t there yet, however, Jersey’s eyebrows knitted forward as she’d hoped the woman had just gone where she couldn’t see her. “Yeah, I know that...” She frowned. “Come on, let’s head out to Newsborough. We’ll probably meet her on the way over, she’s probably just running late.”

[Clover]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--


<Clover> Halfway down the darkened street, Clover heard a third set of footsteps. Someone was coming up behind her. The steps were awkward and uneven, as if the person were wearing boots that were far too big. When Clo looked over her shoulder, she was hit in the face with a beam of light. Trish had chased them down the street with a flashlight in one hand and a baseball bat in the other.

The woman’s blonde hair was in all different directions and a few locks were dyed red with her own blood. Zach continued running, but Clover couldn’t continue the chase, not yet. She didn’t know what to say, and Trish didn’t look ready to speak. The flashlight was still shining right into Clo’s face, her skin looking especially grey under the harsh light. “This has nothing to do with you. That guy,” Clover fumed. She pointed the tip of her blade into the darkness, right where Zach had disappeared. Trish didn’t respond with words, but with actions. Clover had to duck to avoid being hit by the baseball bat, but she was hit in the side of the head with the flashlight. The light flickered and went out, throwing both of them into shadows.

“Leave us alone!” Trish kept beating the flashlight against Clover’s skull. The woman smacked the plastic cylinder into Clo’s temple one final time and then threw the broken flashlight to the side. Clover doubled over, trying to stop the blood from flowing from her temple, and lashed out blindly. It wasn’t supposed to be a killing blow, but it was. Clover watched her blade slice right through Trish’s nightgown and into the woman’s gut. There was so much blood. The white snow turned a deep red. The air smelled thick and too metallic. She’d killed someone and it wasn’t Zach. It wasn’t the one that deserved to die.

<Nik> Nik got up and slid his gloves on. "Let's do that, Jersey." He was feeling uneasy, but he didn't know why. It was just a feeling, kinda like when you know you're in trouble, and you know you're going to get caught any minute now. He took a final quick look on his phone before shoving it back into his pocket and heading towards the door. "What is she doing in Newborough anyways?"

<Jersey> Strands of blonde hair brushed against her cheek as she gave a shake of her head, “I don’t know if she’s there, it’s just a station she told me that was close to this place.” She explained as she adjusted the scarf on her neck and began to follow Nikita while her hands fell into her pocket. “If not, I know where her house is, and we can always go to Swansdale from there. I’m sure everything is fine.”

Despite the smile that she gave the man, Jersey lifted her head a bit so her chin was straight against the snow-covered floor the moment they were outside. “So, how long have you known Clover?” She asked, trying to be conversational and her usual chatty self. Although, even as she spoke, Jersey mentally reached out to Clover once again, ‘Dammit, woman, where are you? I know you can hear me.’ She made it a point to sound angry, although she knew that it probably didn’t sound as half as irritated as she wanted it to.

<Nik> Nik was looking straight ahead as he walked. "Not that long.. a few weeks." With each step he took the feeling in his gut became stronger and stronger. He looked at Jersey forcing a grin. "How about you?" Nik was adding up things in his mind. Jersey was Clover's friend, and she wanted to introduce us. This sounded promising.. The good feeling faded to the background as fast as it appeared when Nik found himself with a phone in his hand again. He tried to call Clover, but there was no answer. Without realizing he started to take longer steps on a faster pace.

<Clover> There was a voice in the back of her head, originating in her mind, that asked if she could hear. The voice sounded suspiciously like Jersey. Clover thought her conscience had become the optimistic woman, but the voice wasn’t scolding her for what she had done. The voice faded and Clover had to listen to Trish’s heart as it slowed and eventually stopped. Zach was getting away, but she didn’t know what to do. She wanted to call Jesse, like he would help her out of such a huge mess.

The blood was starting to get to her. She kneeled down next to Trish’s body and dabbed at the blood still trickling from the open wound, then she brought her bloody fingers to her mouth. She repeated the action several times. With every taste, she grew hungrier, eventually abandoning her sword to hunch right over the corpse. The blood was turning cold and she wanted to get as much as possible.

<Jersey> “About... maybe a year? Give or take a few weeks.” She wasn’t quite sure when she’d met Clover, just how. And she didn’t know if Clover wanted that part of her life discussed with Nik. Jersey, of course, didn’t mind her bit known, as it had led her to a happier place. “We only recently got back in touch, though. I’ve been busy with work and some things.” Her turning. Her boyfriend losing his mind. Her family nearly killing him. Her boyfriend going sane again. Glancing at the man from the corner of her eyes, Jersey studied him. He wasn’t lacking a shadow, so he couldn’t be like Clover, Peter, Nakia or Keara. She’d heard Necromancers look almost dead. He didn’t seem as arrogant as Enver, but then again, she didn’t know any other allurists... so she couldn’t write that off as a personal trait.

“And your bite?” She was referring, of course, to his vampirism. The telepath didn’t hear a heartbeat, at least, not coming from him. What she did hear, however, was the sound of footsteps crunching on snow and someone shouting for help. As they drew closer to the station, Jersey was able to make out a man’s figure and her eyes narrowed on his features in the light. She’d seen him in passing. “Zach?” She called out, unsure. There was no answer, as he heard her and turned in their direction. But, before he could come closer, Jersey caught the scent of blood on a nearby breeze and without warning, she took off running in the direction of which the man had come, ignoring him shouting ‘Don’t go that way!’ in fear.

<Nik> Nik grinned. He was newly turned and still excited about everything that was new to him. He didn't feel remorse over feeding on humans and was still studying the ways. "I do." He answered to Jersey. He noticed a man running and heard Jersey calling out his name and when she started running Nik stopped. He looked at the man running away, then towards the direction Jersey ran off to and he too could smell blood. Lots of it in fact. His first reaction would be to go see if Clover was alright, but instead he just turned around and charged after the man. He caught him in a split second and grabbed him by his neck. "What's the hurry?" He asked him calmly and directed him back towards the house he was running from. He scanned the surroundings for any movement in the windows, but saw nothing so he calmly placed a hand over his mouth and dragged him along.

[Nik (DELETED 5789)]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Clover> When she fed, she lost herself in her actions. Her senses focused on the feel of the blood as it passed over her tongue or the fading of a pulse. If it weren’t for her foot connecting with the hilt of her sword, she might not have heard the quickened footsteps. Why was everyone coming toward her? She only wanted one thing. Two, if she counted finishing her meal.

She hissed, much like an angry cat, and threw her arms over Trish’s body. It was her food. Her fangs were all on display, covered in blood and bits of dirt and snow. She’d lapped up the blood anywhere she could find it, whether it was coming from Trish’s wound or settled in a puddle on the snow-covered ground. Clo recognized the blonde hair, but she hadn’t seen the woman in so long that it was like a sudden jolt. She had actually forgotten about meeting Jersey and Nik at the Handle Bar.

<Jersey> ‘Don’t reveal what you are to him, it puts you in danger.’ She spoke into Nikita’s mind, warning him with a frown across her lips as she continued running. Why, she asked after the smell of blood became stronger and she felt her stomach beginning to twist in discomfort, was a hemophobe running towards it? Jersey soon slowed to a stop as she noticed Clover, but the blood was what hit her first. Covering her nose with the sleeve of her jacket, she acted on instinct to mindblock her friend so if there was a fight it would be physical above all else. From hitting Peter and Kallista with it, she knew that would last two hours to the exact time.

Her stomach twisted as she moved to where the scent wouldn’t hit her, where she couldn’t see the way the blood stained the snow and then her hand went to where she had her pistol hidden beneath the waistband of her coat. “Clover! What the hell are you doing, you’re better than this, do you want to prove that ****** right?” She didn’t look at the woman’s face, choosing instead to focus on Nik and Zach as she noticed them. ‘Turn him around quickly! Or knock him out, but gently!’ She instructed a little too loudly in the man’s head as she panicked, afraid and unsure of what to do.

<Nik> Nik dragged the man along with him and noticed the gruesome scene as his footsteps slowed down. He saw Clover there acting unlike he had ever seen before, and Jersey clearly feeling sick to her stomach about what she was witnessing. He knew Zach wouldn't survive this night if it was up to him so it really didn't matter if he saw it or not, but he turned the man to face him and removed his hand from his mouth. The man immediately inhaled as if he was going to start yelling so Nik punched him in the temple knocking him out. He saw an open door and pointed towards it. "They from there?" He asked Jersey as he was dragging the man towards the house. The first thing that needed to happen was to get this limp SOB inside and that carcass as well.

"Clo.. darling. Get inside please." He spoke calmly. He disappeared into the house with the unconscious one and immediately took off his coat. This wasn't club business and if anyone saw anything, there would be too many questions and too much unnecessary trouble for the club. He placed his coat neatly on the back of a chair. He looked at the man lying on the floor. He would be out cold for a short while. He tapped through his clothes looking for a phone, but found nothing, so he ran outside. He whispered to the blonde. "Jersey, would you please go inside. In case he wakes up..?"

<Clover> Her mind seemed disjointed, as if she couldn’t focus on controlling her powers. Gone was the ability to mask the fact that she didn’t cast a shadow. If she had tried, she wouldn’t have been able to control the shadows in the area to mask her presence and what had happened. She stared at her friends and then down at the corpse. Clo’s expression went from shock to embarrassment without a single emotion between. She felt ashamed. There she was kneeling on the ground, her clothing a mess of blood flecks, spots, and splatters. And Zach still wasn’t dead. That’s the first thought that came to mind when she finally had the nerve to look back up at Jersey and Nik. “He doesn’t get to be happy! He doesn’t get to have this!” She was shouting then and she motioned to the corpse, as if Trish would actually start talking or moving once more. “I lost everything. Everything.”

Reason, logic, said it wasn’t all Zach’s fault, but the chain of events began when Clover caught Zach with another woman and that’s where Clover focused. Call it bitterness. Call it jealousy. Call it whatever word justifying her actions. She almost considered following through with Nik’s instructions and falling for Jersey’s words of reason, but she wasn’t at that point. Not yet. When she moved, her steps were slow and jerky. She never wanted anyone to see her in that state, let alone a friend she hadn’t seen in months or the man she hoped to ask out on a date. She went into the house without further argument and she left her sword behind, but she still had her gun.

<Jersey> As the shock settled in, she wanted to shriek at Kallista for help. That was what she wanted to do, what instinct told her to do, as she seemed to be a little ashen from the smell of the blood lingering in the air, from the way that it was clinging to her friend’s face and her clothes, and well, it was an accomplishment that she hadn’t fainted at that moment. She’d watched Nakia and Danton turn, she’d seen Opal dying. Her heart had twisted in agony when she witnessed the wound on her sire’s chest given to her by Peter, and even though his blood was black, that last amount of injury had made the blonde a little queasy. She didn’t know what to say to Nik as he asked her a question, her lips parted but no sound came out. Yes? No? What the hell did he plan to do?

Another question came as the man came near and she swallowed. A nod was given, “Please don’t hurt Zach, or let her hurt him, even if he was a douche to her, he doesn’t deserve...” She squeaked out as she caught sight of who she knew to be the man’s wife. Platinum blonde bimbo, just like Clover had said in her email. Jersey knew the pain that he had caused her and as she hurried inside past the dark haired woman, the blonde took in her surroundings as she went to check on the human. Softly, she pushed the man onto his back and her fingertips went to his temple, gingerly pressing down to look for broken bone as she knew vampires were stronger than humans. When he moaned, she stopped. Jersey shrugged out of her jacket and removed the scarf from around her neck. Her hands were trembling as she wrapped the cloth around his wrists, binding them together before she pulled him out of harm’s way.

[Jersey]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

<Nik> Nik listened and summed things up in his head. The way Clo acted was obviously spiraling from something he knew everything about. Bitterness and anger, but there was no way of going back in time to stop any of this from happening. The situation was as bad as the mess in front of him. He looked at the female walking inside the house, then the one laying on the ground in front of him, then his instincts took over once again and he started to look around for any sign of prying eyes. He looked towards every window as he scooped up the mess that once was a living breathing woman, and disappeared inside the house.

He opened the bathroom door and stepped inside to drop the corpse into the bathtub and walked out closing the door behind him. He stopped at the doorway to the room in which the man was and saw Jersey tending to him. "Don't bother.." He whispered and stepped outside once more to fetch Clover's blade. He kicked some snow on top of the bloody mess Clo had made and when he was somewhat satisfied with the scene, he disappeared inside the house as well. He sat down on a chair and rubbed his face with his hands and adjusted his gloves before looking up at the women. He sat there with his elbows to his knees biting his teeth together for a moment before he pointed at the man laying on the floor. "Would any of you want to explain what the hell is going on... or is it any of my business?"

<Clover> Clover looked to Jersey, as if the woman would answer the question, and then at Nik. What drive she had left evaporated. For the moment, she just took in her surroundings. Clo placed her back against the wall and slid down until her butt met the floor. So far, she hadn’t broken the masquerade. She’d only killed a woman. It was a small setback, one which she would remedy by killing a man. And then she would be at an even two! She went back and forth on what she wanted to do, thanks mostly to Jersey and Nik’s presence and her own journal entry. She remembered every word she wrote. With her head bowed, she chewed on her bottom lip. Had she lost her mind? She wasn’t the crazy person that had been locked away. But there she was, playing a murderer all over again.

“That’s my ex-boyfriend. The one you just dumped in the bathroom? That was his wife,” she sighed, her voice low and steady. She raised her head just enough to look at Nik, not even risking a glance at Jersey. Clo knew that Jersey wasn’t the strongest; the other woman had such a moral compass. “It’s his fault that I was out that night when my sister,” she stopped, unwilling to admit that she had killed her sibling, “when my sister was killed.” Her mind still felt different, as if she were trying to think through a thin veil, but she felt horrible for their involvement. If only she had killed Zach instead of giving him a head start. Damn him for cheating on her. Damn him for leaving her. Damn him for thinking he could simply forget about her. “I’m sorry.”

<Jersey> The woman’s words went through her head as she sat there and looked at her despite the warning in her stomach not to. Jersey resisted the urge to jump up and vomit in the sink at the sight of the blood, fighting it even as she tried not to memorize tonight’s events. Something told her if she told Peter about this, he’d never let her out of his sight again and that was rather complicated given the fact she worked on one side of town while he worked on the complete opposite. She’d have to quit her job and go work at the shelter, which, all in all wasn’t a bad thing but as much as she loved Peter, there were some things that would not happen. “No, he doesn’t, and he won’t.” She finally spoke, finding her voice again without squeaking.

Nik’s whisper annoyed her. “I’m going to bother because even a douchebag like him doesn’t deserve to die.” She huffed indignantly at Nikita. Jersey sat on the floor, putting her body between the man and woman, positioning herself in front of Zach. At her friend’s apology, Jersey slowly stood and tugged a silk handkerchief from her pocket, moving to wet it from the sink before she went to dab at the blood from her friend’s face. “Clo, look at me. Don’t apologize, apologizing won’t make it right. We can’t fix this, I don’t think your sire can, or mine, or the elder in my line can...” She thought about Keara and how the woman sometimes said violence was necessary, “Zach is a prick, but you know killing him will give him satisfaction. Do you really want to do that?”

<Nik> Nik looked at Jersey and placed Clover's blade on the table. Zach would not survive this, he knew this the second he saw him. The man had seen Clover and what would happen if he just walked out of this mess? He would go straight to the police. He would sing like a nightingale and reveal every little detail there was to know about Clover and the fact that his wife was now laying in the bathtub ment Clo would be wanted for murder and that stamp would last. Staying in Harper Rock would be extremely difficult even for a vampire.

Nik knew this, but he didn't say a word. He looked at Clover not knowing if she had it in her to go through with all of it. The necessities. The things that had to be done.. but he hoped the situation, and the inevitable outcome would bring her closure. "Clo, darling.. I know you feel bad, but you do realize.." He chuckled forcefully and grit his teeth. "..there's no going back from this." The thought of Clover's past with Zach made his blood boil. He wanted to end the man sooner than later, but Jersey was in the way.