London's POV

I lingered downstairs as long as I would let myself. I had tried to busy myself with washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen but my worrying about Delaney soon got the better of me and I gave up, heading upstairs slowly. I know she told me to leave her alone but I just wanted to make sure she was okay. I had been through this myself when my father had been attacked once and I knew what it felt like. I could help her if only she let me in. I knocked quietly on our bedroom door and waited for her to answer. When she didn't, I pushed the door open with slowly and saw that she was lying in bed. She must be exhausted to fall asleep during the day, she normally hated sleeping when the sun was up. I walked across the room to the bed and smiled down at her, brushing her hair from her face.

"I'm so sorry that I hadn't been there to help him Laney. Don't hold it against me," I whispered, bending down to kiss her forehead.

She was freezing cold and I frowned, pulling the blankets up around her shoulders hoping that it would warm her up. Delaney didn't stir which again was odd for her but I guessed she was so exhausted that she was in a dead sleep. I sat on the bed beside her and held her hands in mine, rubbing them gently to get some warmth back into them. When that didn't work, I decided to wake her to make sure that she was okay. I shook her shoulders gently but still her eyes remained closed. Not good. . .I rushed through the bedroom door and downstairs to where my parents stood beside Arnold's bed. He was awake which surprised me but I could see that he was still weak. I motioned for my mother to come out into the hallway because I knew Arnold wouldn't be able to handle hearing what was up with his grand-daughter.

"What is it, Donny?" Leanne asked me as we stood in the hallway a little down from Arnold's room. "I really should stay with Arnold right now to make sure the charm is working."

"It's Delaney. She won't wake up and she's ice cold," I said, feeling my throat tighten. "I don't know what to do."

"Grab my bag from Arnold's room. I have a warming draught in there that should help for now as for waking up we'll have to see what's keeping her asleep first," Leanne said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Take a couple of deep breaths. She'll be fine my dear. . ."

"I know now that you're here but I'm still scared. She's. . .well. . .special," I told her and looked away quickly, blushing.

"London, I know you are involved with this girl and I know how you feel but that doesn't change the cause we're fighting for. You have to remember the bigger picture," Leanne reminded him and London nodded. "Now get my bag and meet me upstairs."

I nodded once again to show that I understood because I couldn't find the right words to say. Mum said that she understood but she had no idea what I was feeling. What I felt for Delaney was different then anything I had ever felt for any other girl. From the first moment I met her, I knew that I was attracted to her and the first time we went out for desert that night I knew I wanted to be with her. I took a couple of deep breaths before heading into Arnold's room. Dad looked at me and silently picked up my mother's bag to hand to me. I knew instantly that he had been using one of his listening spells to hear what had been said in the hallway. He patted me on the shoulder and I smiled weakly at him then at Arnold.

"Thanks. Will be right back," I mumbled and my father turned back to Arnold.

I didn't wait to hear what they were talking about because all I could think of was getting upstairs to help Delaney. I bounded up the stairs two at a time and rushed into the bedroom. Mum had pulled the blankets off Delaney and was rubbing her feet when I got there. I handed her the bag and Mum thanked me quietly. I watched as she pulled a few small bottles from her bag and squinted to read the small labels on them.

"She's taken something that has dragged her into this sleep and she's fighting to wake up only she needs a little bit of help," Leanne explained and put the bottles to the side. "Do you know what she could have taken because it would help if we knew."

"Delaney had been complaining of a head ache earlier. . .Maybe she took some aspirin or panadol," I told her and quickly went into the bathroom. "Yes, there are some pills here on the floor. Panadol."

"Bring them here, quickly."

I handed my mother the pills and she dropped them into a vial, placing it carefully into a pocket in her bag. I frowned as I watched her take another couple of vials out and mix them together, rubbing the oil type liquid onto Delaney's temples. Delaney shifted on the bed, wincing as if she was in pain and letting out a low moan. I rushed to her side and took hold of her hand. Her grip tightened on my hands and her long fingernails dug into my skin. Long fingernails? I suddenly came to a realization and ripped my hand away from hers.

"Mum, get away. Now," I said calmly and my mother frowned telling me that I was being silly. "Move. Now!"

My mother fell backwards onto the floor just as Delaney's eyes opened and she sat up. Her eyes were red and her lips curled into an evil smile. Mum moved backwards without getting up until she reached my side. I reached down and helped her to her feet. We both stared at her and we both knew that it wasn't really Delaney we were looking at. I didn't know what to say or do but Mum took control of the situation. Her mouth moving slowly as she said an incantation that would put a barrier around the bed and keep whatever was taking Delaney's form where it was. I quickly followed suit and added my own voice to the incantation. It was one that I hadn't used before but it came to me just as easily as riding a bike does. Once it was complete, Mum grabbed my hand and pulled me out into the hallway.

"What the hell is that thing?" I exclaimed before she could even open her mouth. "Where's Delaney?"

"Breathe London. Just take a couple of deep calming breaths because losing your head won't help her now," she told me, holding my face in her hands as she stared into my eyes. "They've got her, London. Shhh. . .Don't say anything just listen. They can't be far because that demon isn't fully developed yet."

"Fully developed? They can get demons that look like us?" I questioned her and she nodded, running down the stairs with me close on her heels. "What do we do? Delaney won't know what's going on!"

"Calm down London. Gosh, I knew you were too young to get involved with someone like you. If you can't be calm then you're going to have to go because worrying won't help anyone," she snapped at me, tossing a glare over her shoulder at me just as she reached Arnold's bedroom door.

"Is this what you feel every time Dad goes out on his own?" I asked quietly and my mother paused at the door, turning back around to face me again.

I didn't need her to answer me just then. Just by looking at her face I knew that I was right and my heart went out to her. I felt helpless and cold all over thinking about Delaney out there somewhere without any of us to help her but my mother had lived this life for years. I put my hand on her shoulder and she forced a smile as if to reassure me like she used to when I was a child. She hugged me briefly and then opened Arnold's bedroom door, going inside. I gave myself a moment to collect my thoughts before following her in.

"They have her. . ." Arnold was muttering as he shook his head and I didn't know what to say. "We have to go after her."

"You need to stay in bed and get stronger before you go rushing out to fight the bad guys," my mother told him as she pressed her hand to his forehead. "Your feeling a lot warmer which is a good sign. Give it another day or so and you'll be fighting fit once again."

"They have my grand-daughter!" Arnold snapped, pushing my mother away so forcibly that she fell into my father but before any of us could say anything, he burst into tears and apologized. "I'm sorry Leanne. It's all just happening so fast. I thought I still had time with her. . .Time to prepare her. . ."

"You've done the best that you can Arnold. Just like we have with our kids," my father said, taking hold of his friend's hand. "Leanne can stay here with you while London and I start the search for Delaney. We'll find her."

Arnold bowed his head and covered his face with his hands as he sobbed. Mum motioned for us to leave the room as she wrapped her arms around the older man in a tight hug. Dad grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the room because my brain just wasn't functioning as it should. He patted me on the back and mumbled something about me having to harden up to get through this but I wasn't listening to him. All I could think about was finding my girlfriend and that's when it hit me. I rushed up the stairs two at a time and burst into the bedroom where the demon was still trapped on the bed. It went crazy as soon as I entered the room but I ignored it as it threw itself against the force field that my mother and I had set around the bed. I grabbed my cell phone, laptop and keys then rushed back downstairs to where Dad was sliding his gun into the back of his pants.

"I have an idea," I told him and tossed him the keys to my car. "You drive. I'll type. . ."

Delaney's POV

My eyes burned as I attempted opening them and my head ached from the bright lights that surrounded me. I tried to lift my hand to cover my eyes so that I could see where I was but my wrists were strapped down to the cold metal table that I was lying on. My feet were tied just as tightly as my hands and I felt the material cutting into my skin as I struggled. I didn't even bother to scream as there was tape tight over my lips and it stung when I tried to move them. I kept my eyes closed and winced when I heard a door open close by.

"Don't waste my time by playing around. I know that you are awake girly," a deep manly voice said as the door closed.

The man moved across the room loudly and I winced when he ran his fingers softly down my cheek. I tried to keep my sobs inside but I couldn't and a noise escaped my lips even though the tape sealed them. Tears slid down my cheeks and I heard him talk to me as if he was soothing a child which only me want to kick his ass more. I closed my mind off from what I was hearing and concentrated on what my Grandfather had taught me about summoning. If I could just get enough power to my hands then I could break the restraints holding me in and I might have a chance of getting out of here.

"Naughty little girl. . .You can't summon your magic in here," he whispered in my ear, breaking me from my trance. "This room is protected by people even more powerful then you. . ."

He wiped tears from my cheeks and stood over me, blocking the bright lights so I was able to open my eyes. My eyes widened and I felt myself almost be sick. It was my father standing above me. It was my father who had me strapped down to a cold metal table with duct tape over my mouth. I may not have seen him since I was a child but it was a face that I would never forget. He lay his hands on the sides of my face and smiled at me, cocking his head to one side before suddenly ripping the tape from my mouth.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed, closing my eyes quickly to keep from letting him see me cry again.

"Shhh. . .Don't cry little girl," he whispered in my ear again, pressing his lips to my cheek. "You'll be okay. . ."

"Who the fuck are you?!" I yelled and he hit me sharply across the face.

"That is not the kind of thing a person should hear from such a pretty girl," he said, walking around the table to where my feet were strapped. "I thought you were taught better manners then that."

"You don't know anything about me and I don't care who you are but you're going down. You don't know who you're messing with," I threatened even though I was pretty sure that I was going to die.

"Is your boyfriend and your Grandfather going to come save you?" he asked me in a teasing way, running his fingertips along my bare foot but I was concentrating enough for it not to tickle. "They don't know where you are and our demon will keep them busy for a little while."

"Demon?" I questioned, my stomach clenched and I could feel the vomit rising in my throat. "I'm going to be sick. . ."

"Turn your head or you'll choke," he told me as he began to loosen my hand restraints. "Don't fight me or these will go straight back on. . ."

I didn't bother attempting to answer him as I twisted my body over so that I could vomit over the side of the table. I was sick until my stomach was empty and even then I continued to heave. Tears flowed down my cheeks freely now and my throat burned. He smoothed my hair back from my face and I refused to look up at him. He wasn't my father, I told myself over and over again. He may look like him but my father would never do anything to hurt me. He was my protector and if this really was my father then he would be getting me out of this place, not trying to keep me in it. I took a couple of deep breaths and lay back on the table. I didn't bother fighting him because I knew I had a better chance of living if I had my hands free. I turned my head and that was when I saw the tray table. It was like one of those ones doctors have beside them when they're operating. My heart skipped a beat and I felt sick once more but I knew there was nothing left for me to vomit up.

"What are you planning on doing to me?" I asked the man as calmly as I possibly could. "Please. . .Tell me. . ."

"It's not anything you need to know and I think it would be best if you just stopped asking questions," he told me and I took a deep breath. "I'll give you something to help you sleep. . .That will keep your mind off things."

I was going to be saved. . .I already knew that but it was still terrifying not knowing what was going to happen to me before my rescue. Here I was, strapped to a table with a man that was definitely physically stronger then me and he had a table of weapons to use on me. I had to hold him off until my Grandfather and London had a chance to track me down. I knew that they wouldn't give up until I'm found but how long that was going to take was a mystery to us all. I had to get as much information as I could while I was still conscious.

"One more question. . ." I told him and he stopped filling the syringe in his hand to look at me. "What did you do with my father?"

"So you did recognize this face?" he asked me and I frowned, confused by his question. "The organization thought you might co-operate more if you saw a familiar face. This was the only one we had on file."

"Is he dead then?" I questioned him further and he shook his head, continuing to fill the syringe. "Then who are you?"

"That's not for you to worry about just now," the man told me and turned around, the syringe between in fingers in a way that told me he was a professional when it came to this kind of thing. "Just have a little sleep now and then you can talk when you wake up. . ."

I shook my head and attempted to tell him that I would co-operate but he wouldn't listen. He pulled another piece of masking tape from the roll on the operation tray and stuck it over my lips. This is what freaked me out the most, my hands flew up and I attempted to draw power to them once more but he just laughed at me as a couple more goons entered the room to hold down my wrists so that the "Doctor" as I started to think of him as could administer whatever drug was in his syringe. I fought the best I could and I prayed that nothing would happen while I was knocked out.

"Don't worry child. . .Everything is going to be okay. . ." he said and I pleaded silently with my eyes for him to save me as I slowly fell into unconsciousness. "Shhh. . ."

The dreams I had were strange and I felt terrified in them all. My heart wouldn't stop racing and I felt hot all over. Sticky with sweat as I ran from the monsters chasing me. London was there, my Grandfather was there and my parents were there but none of them could save me even though I was screaming out to them for their help. I just needed one of them to grab my hand and I would have been fine but they all just stood back and laughed as I cried. They laughed louder as I screamed their names and begged for their help. When I eventually woke up for real I wasn't in the hospital type room. I was in a room that actually felt comfortable. . .I moved and winced at the pain that throbbed through me from head to toe. I realized that I was lying on a bed rather then a cold operating table and slowly forced my eyes open.

I was still a little bit drowsy but I recognized the room at once. . .It was my old bedroom from the house I lived at with my parents. I remembered every detail, every poster, every nook and cranny was mine. I slowly began to sit up even though my head was spinning. I had to figure out where I was and I had to figure out a way to get out of here. I stood up shakily and realized that I was dressed in a nightgown like the one I used to wear when I was a child. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of someone undressing me and then putting this child like outfit on me.

"Feeling better Delaney?" a voice said and I whirled around expecting to see someone in the room with me.

When I turned around I saw that there was something different about this room compared to the one I slept in when I was child. This room had a huge fucking two way mirror as big as the whole back wall! I knew it was a two way mirror because there was no way someone would build a normal room with a mirror that big. I rushed over to it and thundered my fists on it, demanding that someone tell me what the hell was going on.

"Calm down, Delaney. Or you will have to have another shot and you barely woke up from the last one," the voice spoke again and I searched the room until I saw where the speakers were. "Sit down on the bed and relax. It will all be over soon."

"What do you mean it will all be over? You guys are a bunch of sickos! Let me the fuck out of here!" I screamed, pounding on the mirror again until both of my fists were so bruised that they throbbed.

Now my wrists, my ankles and my fists were bruised, throbbing and I didn't know what to do. I was lost and alone more then I had ever been in my life. I collapsed down on the bed and rolled over so that my face was pressed into the pillow. At least if I lay like that then they couldn't tell what I was thinking. I have always had a strange way of letting people know what I'm thinking by the look on my face. My Grandfather always wanted me to work on it but I thought it was just a unique thing about me. Now, I wished that I had listened to him. I had to somehow get out of here and get back to London and my Grandfather. They would know what was going on and then we would be able to get these bastards.

I didn't know what the time was, I didn't know where I was and I didn't know how long I had been there. All I did know was that I hated being drugged. It had happened twice to me now and neither experience had been one that I enjoyed. I attempted drawing power and was surprised when my aching palm cooled as I mumbled a burn free spell into the pillow. I smiled to myself and knew that I now had the upper hand.

"Don't try drawing your magic in here either. It's just the same as the other room," the voice spoke and I continued smiling, hiding my face so they couldn't see.

"Wanna bet?" I asked so quietly that I couldn't even hear myself then I drew as much power as I could to my hands without creating fire balls.

"Fighting us is useless. You should just surrender what you know and we will all be able to get on with our lives. . ."

"Apart from the fact that you don't really want me to live, do you?" I asked whoever was on the other side of the glass. "The truth really is that you are scared of me. Scared of what I can do otherwise you wouldn't keep me locked up in a magic free room!"

Before the voice could think of anything else to say, I mumbled the fire ball spell and threw them at the door that was keeping me in this cage. The door began to melt and I heard the alarms go off, the red warning lights so bright that I had to close my eyes but I didn't stop my attack on the door. I finally got through it just in time to see armed guard type guys running down the hallway towards it. I tossed up a force field with my right hand and pushed them all back as I walked down the hallway. The floor was cold on my bare feet and I didn't have a clue where I was going. I motioned to one of the guards and lifted him up so that he hung from the ceiling.

"Which way is out?" I asked in that voice that wasn't really my own but now I recognized it like the back of my hand. "Answer me or you'll regret it. . ."

He lifted his hand to point as he attempted to struggle against me. I dropped him down and doubled the strength of my force field. I didn't know what I was walking into and I knew that I couldn't trust that guard even though I had held his life in my hands. I started to run until I reached a door which I blasted open easily and as soon as I was outside, I knew where I was. It was my old neighbourhood and when I turned I saw that I actually had been inside my old house. Thoughts rushed through my head but I didn't have time to think them through. I had to get away and I had to get away fast because I knew there were powerful people inside that house that could stop me and my head start was the only thing that was keeping my head on my shoulders. I started to run and I didn't stop. . .