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�� Manning
left the board room with casual stride, at his left the Professor and to his right his personal assistant, Agent Dodson. The informal
meeting was about a recent break in at a New England
museum. The one that formerly employed Tamara.
�� Blurred
surveillance images suggested it was the Egyptian Brotherhood, which greatly
concerned the B.P.R.D. director. It was no coincidence that both the unknown
creature and now the Ahemeit ransacked the same
otherwise insignificant museum or that they were both connected to Tamara.
�� We
have to find out what they were looking for and what�if any thing�they might
have taken.� Manning said.
�� The
Professor nodded in agreement. �The sooner the better.
I will enlist Dr. Knight help in looking over the catalogue of items. She might
catch something Abe missed in the initial investigation.�
�� Manning
rolled his eyes, �I still don�t understand why that wasn�t done sooner.�
�� She
was in recovery, Tom. Asking her to cope with her new illness and re-live the event that saddled her
with it may have proven too much.� The Professor explained.
�� Manning
let out a laboured sigh. �Well, it is a good thing we sent dummy copies back to
the museum,� he said. �Whatever they took, it won�t work since we have the
originals.�
�� The
Professor disagreed, shaking his head. �Sometimes, my good Director, it is not
the item itself that contains the power, but the faith of the person who wields
it.�
�� Like
a cross against a vampire? If you don�t believe, it doesn�t work.�
�� Correct.�
�� Shit.
Then we really need to figure out what they wanted from the museum. Dodson�,�
Manning turned to his assistant, handing him a file. �Get all the footage
analysed from Quantico
and give it to our boys downstairs. We might be able to find something they
didn�t. In the meantime, I think you and I should make a visit to the Daughters
of Sight, Professor. If this is important enough, they should know something
about it, right?�
�� Agreed.� The old man nodded.
�� Manning
and his assistant moved swiftly to a nearby stairwell. Dodson, eager to
complete his assignment tore down the steps while Manning held the door open
with his body. He was surprised when the old man did not walk through it after
him. He looked over his shoulder, his arm still pressing the heavy entrance way
open.
�Professor?� he
asked. �Professor, are you coming?�
�� Broom
seemed to be in a trance. He moved to the banister stiffly and quietly, his
wrinkled hands seizing the polished steel fixture. �In a moment,� he said,
turning his attention to the hall below. �I must see someone off first.�
�� The
old man raised a hand to the woman walking in the hall beneath him. He couldn�t
bring himself to smile as he waved the goodbye, although he felt absolutely no
ill will at her decision to do so. He simply felt the occasion was just too sad
to even feign happiness and the woman, unknowingly felt the same. She could
only nod back at the man and not dare blink for fear the tears barely kept
behind her long black lashes would roll down her cheeks.
��
�� Liz
walked to the Level 51 elevator and set down her suitcases. She smoothed her
hair back, pulling back the feather light ends from her face as she waited for
Clay to dial the elevator down. It was a quiet a process, swiping his card,
pressing a code on a keypad and then turning a gleaming wheel of spokes but the
silence was thunderous. Even more so as she glimpsed Hellboy approaching.
�� He
waved to her and lazily jogged over, a white cheeky grin splitting his red
face. He shuffled a deck of cards in his hands. �Hey, Liz.
You wanna� catch a quick game?�
�� She
shook her head, �I can�t, Red.�
�� Later then?�
�� No.
Not later either, Red.� Liz moved down the steps
toward him and gave him a hug, stretching her arms out and over his broad
shoulders.
�� Hellboy
was confused, but did not object, not wanting to ever miss an opportunity to
embrace her. He thought it a pleasant surprise and nothing more, until she
pressed a kiss on his cheek. Hellboy held her by her shoulders, �Liz, what�s
wrong?�
�� Nothing,�
she said softly, skirting out of his grasp. �I just wanted to give you a hug
and a kiss before I go.�
�� Go
where?� Hellboy watched Liz stride up the steps to the lift. Behind Clay�s
legs, he could spy a pair of battered suitcases and with a growl he bounded up
the steps toward them both. �Wait, what�s going on? Is Manning sending you
away?�
�� No...it�s not him, I just� �
�� Liz
lifted her eyes to his and her words hung on a breath. She couldn�t tell him
what she was feeling, it would hurt him. If she wanted to stop feeling like a
freak, she�d have to leave the freak house and him. Especially him. Liz lifted her
head, searching his suddenly panicked yellow eyes and all she could mutter was,
�I�m sorry.�
�� She
spared him one last look before wordlessly backing into the elevator and
Hellboy thundered closer, rushing to stop her. The Professor, standing in the
level above overlooked the scene and purposely cleared his throat then, shaking
his head slowly at him to stop. �She has made her decision, son. Let her go.�
�� I
just gotta� talk to her a second, Pop. She�s not
thinking clearly�� Hellboy moved toward the shutting doors and yelled for Liz�
attention, but she kept her head down, a ghostly pale hand twisting in her
black hair. Hellboy yelled�shouted�her
name but she made no move to acknowledge him until the doors were shut. *
�� The
elevator lurched on its way toward the upper levels and Liz raised her head to
the harsh lights above her, blinking her eyes to bat away her tears. Hellboy
roared for her now and the sound shook her body as well as the car they
travelled in, carrying his hurt and dismay through the entire B.P.R.D. complex.
The sound, carrying so far it woke Tamara several floors below, who laid in the
bed with Abe still, naked, bodies entwined.

�� Her
eyes opened to stare at the ceiling just as the noisy echo died in her
sensitive ears and focused on the arm stretched across her breasts. To her
left, Abe lay on his stomach, limbs splayed out. His right arm and leg, draped
over her body, were the only things keeping her warm as the covers where with
the pillows, in a heap on the floor.
�� Tamara
turned on her side and touched Abe along his back, stroking a trail down the
base of his head and down his spine. He shifted in his sleep in response, the
fins of his back rising slightly, stretching the delicate gossamer in the muted
light. With eyes still closed, Abe turned his head face hers and Tamara
couldn�t help but smile. He looked like a child in sleep, innocent and serene. Calm and sublimely at ease. She caressed his cheek softly
with the back of her hand and traced the line of his mouth.
�� Tamara
moved to kiss him, to press her lips against his, when searing pain knifed
through her chest propelling her back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as
the agonising sensation sizzled over her. Twisting to sit up, she winced as her
weight rested on her arm. The mark hurt again. Really, really bad. It felt like a
rotting, gangrenous wound that arched pain through her every time she moved. It
would have seized her in the absolute grips of fear that this was the moment Nek�kem would swallow her up if it weren�t for the necklace
on the floor.
�� She
remembered it suddenly and slid out of the bed and moved on her knees toward it,
crawling. One trembling clutch at the carpet at a time.
Grasping it in her hand hurt but made the burning sensation in her arm subside,
trading one pain for the next. Although she could hold it now, it still hurt
her too much to place on her neck, which was probably for the best as onyx
flecks seemed to be spotting her hand again.
�� Tamara
stood and moved back to the bed. Careful as to not disturb him, she covered
Abraham with a sheet and turned on the shower to keep his gills moist. Pulling
a dress over her head, she took up the charm wrapped in a handkerchief and
moved for the Professor�s office. Looking at the onyx flecks in her hand,
Tamara worried that the necklace could be actively decomposing and she wanted
to properly and fully describe the thing before it eroded away, so to the
library she went.
�� Inside
the office she set both the charm and her notebook on the table and began to
research the artefact. �Poking at it with
her pen, she turned it under the light.�
It seemed to be a typical charm of protection, a thick sheet of gold
fashioned into a falcon with wings outstretched and rings of shen clasped in its claws. She knew the odd creature in
centre of the falcon�s chest. Sitting inside the cartouche a hybrid of three
fierce Nile creatures, the lion, the hippo and
the crocodile, was the Ahemait. The
Egyptian personification of divine retribution. What eluded her at the
moment was its significance. In her studies she only saw a depiction of the
creature a handful of times and almost always it sat next to the Goddess Ma�at, the protector of justice. It was never featured as
central player as it was in the charm she now inspected, care taken to etch its
likeness in a cartouche set in the heart of the falcon.
�� Her
papers and books spread out on the table, Tamara was starting to make some
headway in her research when there was a thump behind her. She did not move
immediately, thinking it was Hellboy. The sound certainly carried enough weight
to be and he was one to move around without much conversation. Tamara made a
highlight in her notes and when she glanced up, she was washed with cold fear
to see SefuOnure standing in the office centre.
�� He
stood in front of the heavy golden doors of the professor�s office with his
hands clasped. It was only because he seemed so calm, so at peace and at ease,
that Tamara did not immediately scream and yell. He took a step forward,
kicking out the linen skirt he wore with a golden sandal with Hieroglyphs
embossed across the strap of the thing. The exotic footwear was the only thing
that hinted to his ancient heritage and otherworldly nature as he wore a modern,
tailored brown leather duster on top.
�� Sefu stopped some distance from her, suddenly gathering she
was fearful. �You know who I am,� he said softly.
�� I
have an idea.� Tamara looked at her arm. The marks had begun to twist and
ripple, obviously irked by the man�s presence as well.
�� It
hurts because it knows who I am as well,� he began. �Our story, our existence,
is one in the same.�
�� Tamara
visibly eased in her seat. Suddenly his being there made sense to her, the
bureau brought him in for consultation, possibly as a term of his sentence.
That was the only reason he would be able to walk around freely and unhurried
like he did.
Politely she
offered him a seat across from her. He seemed surprised at the show of civility
at first but took the seat after she insisted. He squatted, with knees apart,
flaring his coat as he lowered himself like some great Samurai warrior into the
seat.
�� Get
away�run away�don�t listen you stupid bitc��
Tamara shut her eyes and took a deep breath. She pushed away the weakly uttered
voice with a smile, clasping her hands on the table.
�� I
would like to hear it,� she said. �Your story that is.�
�� Sefu looked at the parchment under her black hand, the
strange flattened scrolls stacked at her side and the scribe tool tucked behind
her ear. The woman was a scholar in this place, a Sheshi. He decided he would do himself and the institution a favour in
telling them the truth. Once they understood what the Brotherhood was fighting
and why, surely they would fight on the side of right. Perhaps in the end, when
this was all over, the Ahemait could make its first
alliance in one thousand years. It would be a most fitting legacy for him to
leave behind.
�� Take
up your implement, Sheshi. I will tell you all you
need to know.�
�� Sefu nodded encouragingly and eagerly Tamara did as told,
taking the pen from her ear. She� turned on a voice recorder for good
measure and settled down. He lectured long for a while about the spirit realm
and the powers of good and evil before he settled on the reason for his
discussion.
�� Many
years ago,� he began. �When Bronze was new and the night sky still a mystery, a
priest named Pebekkamen lay with Queen Tey, the second principle wife of Rameses
the III.*�
�� Tamara
stopped writing and smiled. �I know this story. They had a son, Pentaware and Queen Tey wanted
him to become the next ruler of Egypt.�
�� Sefu nodded, �Yes. And when she realised no amount of
manipulation on her own would see her son become king, she turned to the boy�s
true father. She asked the holy man to use his powers to make it happen and to
do this, he called upon Apep, lord of the
underworld.�
�� I
thought the ancient Egyptians never worshiped evil.�
�� You
are correct. And this is why.� Sefu moved his hands
in a circle, hinting to her and her present condition. �Apep
fashioned the Kem-Baw from the darkness around his
throne and sent them to do the priest�s bidding. It was Pebekkamen�s
arrogance that let him believe he could control them and it was his arrogance
that saw his end.�
�� The
court learned of the conspiracy against Rameses and
his son and sentenced everyone to death by self inflicted suicide.�
�� So
your books have told you,� he nodded. �What they did not mention was as his
blade cut into his throat, what little control Pebekkamen
and this mortal world, had over the Baw was severed too. With their Earthly master dead, they fled,
bringing death and corruption wherever they settled.� Sefu
continued. �Many where caught that night, sent back to Apep
and the underworld by the Hem Netjer. The priests who call Ma�at
master. But even with the goddess� power, some escaped, hiding in the flesh.�
�� Nek�kem was one of them.� Tamara hastily scribbled in her
notebook, careful to get every word. �Amazing story.
How do you know it is true?�
�� Because
I was there.� he said stiffly, as if angered she questioned him. �I was only a
boy then, not the man you see before you, but my eyes did not deceive me.�
�� Are
you a Kem-Ba too?�
�� Absolutely not.� He snorted with disgust. �Ma�at blesses her warriors and longevity is my gift from
the Goddess,� Sefu slowly moved to stand, suddenly
seeming taller than he was. He clasped his hands in front of his chest and
lowered his head. ��I have spent many
lifetimes destroying vessels and capturing wayward Baw,
but you, Sheshei, are the first one I actually feel
sorry that I have to destroy.�
�� Tamara
paused. �Have to?� she echoed. �As in, will?�
�� She
looked up from her booklet and saw the man peel back the edges of his coat, his
wide hands taking the golden blades resting at his sides like a gunslinger. Nek�kem hissed bitterly in her ear, �I told you! Why did
you not listen!?��
�� Tamara
watched his knuckles blanch as he grabbed them firmly and then pushed the table
toward him, knocking him in the crotch. She pushed the table up and over on him
and leapt back, moving toward the corkscrew staircase behind her. She started
up the flight of stairs before a familiar and unwelcome face halted her. She
remembered it from the church catacombs, it broke her
leg with a sledgehammer.

�� Ra�neb stood at the top of the steps and looked down at the
creature, boring into her with his glittering black stare, tapping the heavy
golden mallet in his hand. He slowly made his way down the narrow steps,
backing her toward Sefu who now stood ready to take
her.
�� I
can help you, Sheshei.� The Head Priest assured,
stretching his arms out wide. �All you need to do is come to me.�
�� Tamara
franticly shook her head. �I like having my head on my shoulders and my heart
in my chest, thank you.�
�� There
is another way,� he said. Sefu bent to the mess of
crumbled pages and overturned books and plucked out the necklace, cradling
between his heavy hands.
�� Tamara�s
hands went to her throat. Suddenly seeing the glittering string of onyx made
her gasp. In the priest�s hand it was far more powerful, painful and
terrifying. It took all her strength to not advert her face from it. �Don�t!
Don�t let him�.� He neared her
with the thing and it felt like her flesh was being torn down the centre, split
like a zipper of interlocking muscle and sinew.
Tamara backed away with a scream. �No! No!�
�� It
is not like you have a choice, Sheshei.�
�� Sefu turned his head to his left, his broad and prominent
nose almost pointing to the men who seemingly bled from hiding in the bookcases
and fixtures that surrounded her. Overwhelmed, Tamara thoughtlessly backed up,
staggering with mouth agape. Fear sent her heart racing, thumping wildly in her
chest, and it felt as if it would stop when she felt a touch at her shoulder.
�� Move
to your left!�

�� Ra�neb grabbed for the woman and she darted out of his
grasp, slipping behind a nearby post. He turned, thundering toward her and she
caught him with a kick across his cheek. Tamara spun out of the roundhouse and
crouched in fighting position. It was not lost on Ra�neb
that her eyes were suddenly darker than usual.
�� The
marks on her clutched fist rippled, expanding like a chest breathing in air and
staking their wicked sharp tips into her skin. The muscles under her skin rose
to press against the flesh that housed it, leaving clear and distinct outlines
of every striated fibre. She let the creature seat her body now, readying for a
fight and Ra�neb vowed then not disappoint.
�� He
shot forward and was surprised to see the woman crouch. Her hands fisted in his
stomach and she lifted him like nothing, tossing him clear across the room with
a heavy crash.
�� Look to your right!�
�� Tamara
turned with her arm raised, grabbing the staff that swung for her head. The
warrior attached to the other end raised his brows as she broke it in half with
a chop. His eyes widened even more as she forced it into his chest with a
mighty shove, tearing a jagged hole from his breast to his belly. Blood
splashed everywhere, dripping down her arms and fists, spraying in her face.
�� Across
from the action, Sefu watched her lick the stuff from
her mouth and grit his teeth. The creature was gaining control; she welcomed it
to take over to spare her life now and threatened to twine herself inseparably
with it. His desire for revenge would not let him forget the truly innocent
soul that stood in the balance and he ordered his men to full attack. He would
have something to send back to Ma�at as well as Apep before he left this world.

�� The
agents who were staked outside the Professor�s hallway lay against the outside
doors in a pool of dark blood. There was no one to call for help or hear
Tamara�s cries for it as she fought the Brotherhood inside. Strengthened by Nek�kem and self-defence techniques learned from other
agents, Tamara fought valiantly. She climbed tables, scrambled up bookcases and
darted behind pillars, dodging and landing blow after blow�but in the end she
was not strong enough to combat the might of the warriors. They simply out
numbered her.
�� The
few left alive and standing rushed her all at once, sandwiching her between
their bodies. An arm snaked around her neck and Tamara felt her feet leave the
floor. She kicked and twisted with all her might, but to no avail. Even when
she opened her mind to Nek�kem more, not only allowing
him but inviting his strength to help
her, she could not summon the power to free herself.
Still her hand scratched at the arm circled around her throat, her eyes looking
at the room and the angry battered faces that surrounded her,
slowly fade to black.

�� Ra�neb took a breath and pulled tighter around the woman�s
throat, crushing it audibly. Her nails, which were dug into his skin, fell away
after a few more lame swipes and she sagged against him, unconscious. The
warrior let her go then, tossing her to the floor with a thump and was
surprised to have his master shove at him for it.
�� Sefu heaved the warrior away and gathered the woman�s body
in his arms with care. Ra�neb watched with furrowed
brows as he carried her up the steps. He turned to Niuserre
who came to stand at his side with a snarl.
�� He
has lost his mind. He treats that Kem-Ba better than
his fellow warriors,� he said striking his chest with a hard fist. �It has
killed so many here only five of us remain. It is not worthy of attention. �
�� Niuserre looked over the bloody destruction of the room. He
slowly lifted his eyes from the broken bodies at his feet to watch Sefu climb the spiralling staircase. He shook his head
once. �He feels for this one. She has not fully turned. Her death will weigh
heavy on him.�
�� Then
why kill her at all?� Ra�neb asked. �SefuOnure has found The Asp. Why does he not simply lay it
on her and heal her.�
�� Because
it does not heal,� Niuserre replied. �The creature
would still be inside her and it would make her more powerful than any of us.
Giving her The Asp would only make her the keeper of it and us as well.�
�� He
would do it anyway,� Ra�neb noted. Sefu was never one to follow the accepted logic.
�� Then
why doesn�t he?� another warrior asked.
�� Niuserre glanced at them both and then simply followed
behind his master. He had that question as well, but fear of the answer kept
him from asking it.

�� Tamara�s
eyes fluttered open, woken up by the gentle rocking. She was moving upward,
slowly, and was held roughly against someone who folded his arms tightly across
her chest. And she had been stripped!
The woman looked
down and saw she was wrapped in pleated linen that was so thin, she could see
the dark tips of her nipples through the gauzy material. The hands that were
bound in front of her had been washed of the blood that stained them and
painted red with flower essences. It was almost as crimson as the carpet her
feet hovered above.
Lifting her eyes
to the polished metal door in front of her she was surprised by the reflection
she saw. She looked like an ancient hieroglyph come to life. Her hair pulled
back tight against her head, her skin glowing with almond oil and her eyes
rimmed and painted with khol. She had been prepared,
purified, for something important�but for what and by whom?
�� The Ahemeit.
�� A
flash of gold in her captor�s belt caught her eye. Beneath his heavy leather
duster, she imagined he wore the garb of his warrior brethren, who stood all
around him in the small room. An elevator, she realised as a soft chime
sounded. The glow of a lit level could barely be seen behind the hulking body
that stood in front of it. The body that caught her looking.
�� You
may set her down, Dalviv.� SefuOnure
watched as the warrior lowered his arms and the Sheshei�s
feet touched the ground. She made a move to run, to where�especially in the
confines of the moving box�he was not certain but he easily caught her,
twisting her to face him.
�� Why
am I still alive?� she demanded.
�� This
is my question too,� Ra�neb said, folding his arms. SefuOnure shot him a look of warning and to his anger, Ra�neb did not lower his
head in shame.
�� Have
you lost your faith, Ra�neb?�
�� In Ma�at? Never.�
He snapped. �In you��
�� The
muscles in SefuOnure jaw worked and he struggled to
reign in his anger. Soon, Ra�neb would see the error
in his thinking. His sacrifice, what he did here tonight, would never be
forgotten even by the likes of him.

�� The
doors opened and SefuOnure moved out onto the floor,
dragging the female with him. The lighting of the grand foyer was warm and
honey coloured, the wood panels and fixtures around them carried the softest
hint of red. Brass gleamed like polished gold, embedded in a fanciful mosaic
that covered the four walls and under foot the sand coloured floor shimmered
like the face of a still pond. Tamara stood awestruck by the luxurious sight
until she felt herself being propelled forward.
�� SefuOnure moved her out away from the others and held up a
foreboding hand. She could not understand what they said, the dialect they
spoke in distinctly their own, but it did not bode well with her. There was
much protesting on the part of SefuOnure�s followers
and arm waving.
�� What
do you mean we must stay out here?!�
�� Exactly what I said, Ra�neb. Give
me your obedience this last time. If only for Ma�at�s honour.�
�� Ra�neb folded his arms and sunk back into the crowd. Niuserre stepped forward.
�� Hem
Netjer,� he bowed. �We would not hesitate to obey if
we knew what is going on. What is beyond those doors?�
�� You
do not trust me either, Niuserre?�
�� It
is never that, Hem Netjer.�
�� SefuOnure watched the man humble himself again with a bow.
�Good,� he said softly. �Because I have never lost my trust
in you.�
�� Niuserre looked up as the man approached. He was surprised
when the revered priest handed him his weapons. He yanked the charms from
around his neck, save one made of onyx and gold, emblazoned with the symbol of
their namesake, the Ahmeit. He gathered the items
against his chest and followed Sefu as he cut a path
across the marble floor.
�� Sir,
please. Tell me what you have planned, this�� Niuserre
looked at the things in his hand and shook his head with fear, ��It does not
look to be good.�
�� You
will know soon, Niuserre.� SefuOnure
assured quietly. �But not until you are called. All of you,� he said waiving
his hand over the small assembly. �Wait until you are called!�
�� SefuOnure walked forward with Tamara against his heavy
chest. It looked like they were walking to nothing but the room encompassing
mosaic, until the outline of a door could be seen. The entrance opened and
Tamara, feeling the man at her back walk her toward it, closed her eyes so
tightly colours bloomed behind her eyelids. In her mind she wished, prayed and
hoped for help. A saving grace to swoop in that instant and
spirit her away to safety.

�� Hearing
her scream, Abe shot up from the bed, his black eyes wide and round as dinner
plates. �Tamara?!�
�� He
eased from the bed and padded through the bedroom to the bathroom and then the shower,
where he heard running water but found no body inside. Switching it off he
moved back to the bed again and noticed Tamara�s clothes and the charm were
both missing.
�� Abe
dressed furiously, leaping into his pants and shrugging on his top as he burst
through the door of her room. Agents Lime and Pilroy
drew their weapons, startled at the sudden movement and crash of noise.
�� What
the hell are you doing in there, Blue?� Pilroy
sighed, tucking his gun back into its holster. �You know we have to report this
to the Professor.�
�� Where
is Tamara?�
�� She�s
not in there with you?� Lime asked looking over his shoulder into the room.
�� Abe
stormed past the man, annoyed with the question. If she was with him, would he
ask for her whereabouts? Or would he worry so about the disembodied scream he
heard? Strange as it seemed, he wished he did wake up to her next to him
twisting in pain. At least then things would make sense. As it is now, he
worried he got the distressed howl psychically which could only mean Tamara was
in very serious trouble.
�� Abe
moved through the halls with his hands raised, trying
in vain to telekinetically sense the woman, but there was nothing�save a
niggling signal from the Professor�s office. Pilroy
moved behind Abe as he rounded corner after corner and hopped up the steps that
lead to the 51^st level. As they came into the hallway
that lead to the large office with golden doors, he lifted his arm,
speaking with urgency into his cuff. He could see the other Agents outside the
door, splayed on their backs, framed in a pool of dark blood.
�� Agents
down! Agents down! Level 51! I need medical assist,� he rattled, running to
their side and drawing his weapon.

*Again, my attempt at explaining something
I saw in the first movie. I often wondered what triggered Liz to leave the
B.P.R.D. all the sudden. By her own admission, she and HB essentially grew up
together so what drove her away? And the story of Queen Tey and Pebbawhatshisname?
Blame the Discovery Channel for that little historical gem showing up in this
smut. Of course I must confess I took a few... several...a lot of artistic liberties.

A/N:
Thanks a million to Pickle_Snatcher and pinkhare for
commenting and reviewing! Although it�s kinda
pointless since there are only a few more chapters, I�m starting a story update
alert for this fic. I could turn grey waiting for AFF
to do it so if you want in, leave your address and I�ll just send you a quick
E-mail when I get around to posting something new here. Until next time, thanks
for reading, please review and give your opinion. Thanks!
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