Blue's POV

"CAN YOU MOVE!" I bellowed down into Katya's ear as she continued to shuffle along through the dense forrest.

She turned around to glare at me with a dead look, then before I could comprehend she released the branch she was holding, sending it flying into my face.

I heard her little cackle, but like I was letting that shit slide.

I lifted my foot and sent it crashing to her back. Her dropped face first into a puddle of mud.

"Cackle on that" I smirked down at her, as her face slowly lifted and turned back to glare at me. Mud caked her entire front side.

I feel complete.

I easily sidestepped around her as I stretched and looked at the forrest ahead of us.

It had only been one day, but I was over every aspect of Katya's personality.

If I thought Katrina was bad, I needed to apologize, because her grandmother blew her out the water.

From the constant and unending chattering, to her inability to not try and cause me or herself physical harm, it was like being attached to a child.

She had nearly fallen off of two cliff in the past hour. Two. And she had lived here forever.

I didn't even want to know how many cliffs Katrina had fallen off of.

Then she would not shut up.

I'd said it in every language and in every form of be quiet, and it was not working. She couldn't stay silent. Would not allow us to walk in peace.

I looked up at the sky, the sun had nearly set, and it was getting darker by the second. My eyes traveled over to Katya who was now sitting cross legged in the mud glaring over at me.

She was old, we should probably stop ...

"Get up, we can hike threw the night" I hissed down at her.

A stray spark embedded itself in my forehead.

"MOTHER FUC-"

"I will do no such thing, you worm! I demand we stop for the night" she hissed as she dropped her bags to the ground.

Oh my bad. Bag. As in one, because I was currently carrying her other fifty bags on my back like some pack mule.

She scuttled off between the trees to the small stream we had been following.

I dropped the bags on my back on the ground near hers, before sitting down and leaning against a tree, I guess we should rest. But all I wanted to do was get to Katrina.

I hadn't seen her in apparently months and ... I was worried.

I knew she must have thought that I had just bailed on her, I knew that the second I was taken. She's not the brightest, and it wasn't like I had told her about the Council, enough to give her insight on who would have the pull to take some of the strongest villains without a trace.

And Katrina Justice was a hateful being.

She had a small list, but whoever was on it was pretty much fucked.

So her long monologue that she had spewed out when she appeared in my cell, was understandable.

But what had she done in her anger to spite me?

Dates?

A boyfriend?

That dick Daniel?

I didn't know, and I wouldn't hold it against her ... once I was done terminating whoever in the hell she had been with.

I-I just wanted to be with her, as sappy as that is. She was mine and we had time to make up for, futures to plan. There was so many things I wanted to do with her, to experience with her.

I wanted to travel the world with her, and watch her face light up at all the new things she would experience. I wanted to be there with her for that, I wanted that normal boring life with her.

Mostly, because I knew it would never be boring, not with her.

I wanted to watch her trip down the aisle towards me, as her father died of embarrassment, and her mother tried to make us restart all over again, with Klaus, my best man, standing next to me whispering how I was marrying a total klutz.

I wanted it all with her.

The fuck ups the adventures, the mistakes, all of it.

Our kids.

I wanted to defy time and space with Katrina Justice as quickly as possible, yet I was stuck backpacking through a jungle with an ancient being with the attitude of a toddler.

Katya came shuffling back before she sat and leaned against a tree directly in front of me.

She just stared.

I glowered back at her.

Silence surrounded us, maybe she'll just fall asleep and wont speak.

"What makes your mind race?" she looked over at me.

I never get what I want.

"Thinking of all the different ways I can kill you" I gave her a mocking smile.

Her lips twitched as she tilted her head at me, "true, but thats not what you think of now, is it? You are thinking of my granddaughter, Katrina, yes?" she smirked as I bared my teeth at her.

"So?" I deadpanned.

She chuckled, "you two don't belong together, you know that, yes?"

"No, I don't know that".

"But you must, she isn't the type of girl you usually fall in love with, is she Blake? No, she's nothing like the women you would have seen yourself with. No, no, no, my child, she is very different" she chuckled as her eyes practically shined off her face as she stared back at me.

I flashed my own at her, "watch yourself" I warned.

"I can see her, you know, the woman you thought you marry. The exotic woman with long flowing black hair, those bright blue eyes on milky skin. She's aloof and mysterious, but theres a kindness in her soul that cannot be overlooked. A loveliness that cannot be challenged, you Blake, saw yourself with a good girl, a balance" she finished.

I stared back at her unnerved, that is what I use to see when I thought I'd settle down and marry a woman. It was what I had been looking for.

"Katrina balances me" I snapped at her.

She shook her head slowly, "she doesn't though, does she? She makes you burn brighter, or she yanks you back, no balance" she sighed. "You two are not meant to be".

I couldn't help it, I laughed, "not meant to be? Katrina and I are end game, I will only love her and she can only love me" I smirked, "and if she tries to love someone else, I'll just kill them so that it slides back to only me" I shrugged.

Katya's dark laugh made me uneasy, "I believed once as you did that my love was unending and everlasting, but my heart was crushed. I won't let that happen to Katrina".

"Neither will I" I snapped back at her.

She scoffed, "it won't work, boy. Destiny is too strong to beat and too evil to overcome. You have to let her go".

Now it was my turn to scoff, "she and I will outlast it all, we are not weaker together. Trust me, old lady, she's mine" I hissed.

A darkness passed over her face, "we shall see" she said before literally before my eyes, her eyes snapped shut and she didn't move.

The hell is she doing?

Then her head snapped back violently.

I tensed.

She didn't move for a few seconds, before she opened her mouth and ... snored?

I glared at her as she snored in her sleep.

Who the fuck falls asleep that quickly?

Whatever.

But something about what she had said was making me .... wary. What the hell did she mean by 'we shall see'? See what?

Ugh, I hate old people.