But honestly things aren't right, Marcus hasn't been himself, I'm hopping it's the stress of running America and that with time it will pass. I know he loves me but he's been distant lately...and then there's Harry.

He's been sick, really sick. Ever since they killed Caine and Sebastian, Harry hasn't gotten better. No one knows what's wrong with him, both Lucia and Jade have looked him over and they can't see anything, Marcus has looked for injuries but the things is there are none. He's been having to feed more often the usual but at this point Marcus just brings some human here and Harry feeds off of them, then just like that they leave unharmed. We get more worried everyday that passes, I demanded that he stay here so that he can always have someone watching over him.

Nate's been his usual happy self...he comes around more, even though everything's over he's still teaching me new tricks and I guess you could say we're workout buddies.

In my normal time away from vampire, witches, werewolves and other crazy supernatural creatures I try to fill it with as much human things as possible. Me, Sky and Brayan have gone out to the movies a couple of times but it's still a little crazy over here.

Moms doing great, still has her job at the diner but is planning on taking classes online so she can get a degree. I'm just glad she's still safe from all of this if she knew half the things that has happened I don't know where we would stand.

I sigh heavily at the commotion of the last year and the commotion still going on. I head up to one of the spare rooms Harry has been staying in, I knock lightly on the door and hear Harry call me in.

I slowly turn the nob and walk into the brightly lit room, the window across from the bed is opened and the curtains are pulled back "hey there sleepy head" I say looking over at him laying in bed

"Hey " he says and looks over at me with his usual small grin

I sit on the bed next to his long legs "how are you feeling?" I ask frowning at his unusually pale face and sick golden eyes

"The usual"  he says but then his face twists "well there is this one thing" he says as he try's to move but he groans in pain

"What is it, do you need something?" I ask standing up quickly and stepping by his side

"Just look" he says, he continues to turn over, his face now on the pillow, he removes the thick covers off his body and is left in only a T-shirt and shorts, I see him starting to lift his shirt and I grab his hand, he looks up at me  "just look" he repeats his eyes staring at me, pleading me to listen

I nod and let go of his hand allowing him to lift his shirt completely off his back and over his head. I sigh staring down at the melted ink of a mark he once had on his back, when I stare closer though each of the contorted black lines are lined with a...glowing yellow color.

I hesitantly hover my finger over his skin "does it hurt?" I ask hardly above a whisper

He shrugs "a little, what does it look like?" He asks

"It's...kind of glowing...almost like Seb-" when my finger collides with his skin a yellow ball forms around him and I'm shoved back with so much power I fly

I scream as I leave the ground and I'm pushed through the air against a wall. My body smashes against it and I fall face first to the ground. When I look back up Harry is seated up in bed looking at me with worry written over his face "Rose-?!"

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