Katrina's POV

You know whats bullshit?

Getting kidnapped.

Again.

But what makes it more bullshit?

Escaping the kidnap situation, but passing out and getting kidnapped anyway.

I could feel Blue's disbelief and baffled anger thrumming through my skin like the base of a drum.

I could practically hear the demotion through the bond.

I was back to level one again: pathetic infant.

Damnit, I had slammed my head too hard into Ira's ugly face. If anything it was her fault.

Her thick ass face knocked me unconscious.

Bypassing the fact that I slammed my head into hers.

She's to blame.

And was she really about to get that cliche and say 'if I can't have you, then no one can?'

Who is this bitch? And can we return her to the Lifetime movie she escaped from.

I wasn't jealous.

Lie.

I was just ... cautious, whether Blue has suddenly become blind over the last few months or not, Ira was a hideously beautiful woman.

Theres no reason Blue shouldn't have felt something when he looked at her.

Not jealous.

Just an observation to take note of that would add on to the list of reasons to brutally murder the girl.

I had been hoping that I would wake up and get up before Ira had a chance to do whatever she was going to do to me.

But from my position tied to this chair with chains, I'm guessing my moderately shitty luck had completely transformed to complete shit luck.

But I could feel Blue coming, like a live wire in my system, streaming towards me, and fast.

And he wasn't exactly happy either.

So I was no doubt about to watch a very bloody murder take place, the real question was if it would be mine or Ira's.

I was desperately trying to still play sleep, give Blue some time to get to me before I had to face the crazy bitch, and no doubt face some form of torture.

"I know you're awake" her voice hissed out, it was hard and broken like she'd been crying.

I peaked an eye open to see her sitting directly in front of me in her own seat, except she was leaned back and relaxed and I was physically chained to mine.

Minor details though.

My eyes roamed around the setting. We were currently in a dark cave like setting, the ground beneath my feet was slightly wet.

But most definitely underground somewhere.

Off to my side was a huge steel grey metal wall, where a small door was. Surrounding us was a bunch of boxes, and even a small cot in the corner.

Just awesome.

I gave a small smile, hoping it looked kind and friendly, "hey, girlfriend, funny coincidence that we find ourselves-"

"-You took everything from me Katrina" she spat, cutting me off.

Looks like the friendship route has been cut off.

I sag down in my chair, the smile slipping off my face, as I stared back at her, "listen, this isn't my first rodeo. I've been kidnapped before and honestly by the end of the first twenty minutes, all parties involved regret it. Just as Blue, he'll vouch for me on that one" I sighed.

Her eye twitched.

Her hair was matted horribly, she was still covered in blood, and bruises, and her once porcelain skin was now pale and waxy.

She looked shitty.

Guess thats what happens when you steal someone's man.

She glared hard over at me, "he was suppose to love me" her voice cracked.

Any other time and place, I'd feel for this girl.

My shitty grandmother had pretty much tricked her into believing she was going to have this great love and have happiness.

Only to find a man with a shitty personality and a girlfriend.

Like I said I would feel bad for her.

In any other circumstance that didn't have me chain locked to a chair.

"If it makes you feel any better, I've had my emotions fucked with ... I've never got psycho killer girlfriend crazy ... completely ... for very long, but I kind of know how you're feeling. Maybe if you unchain me and let me go you'll feel better" I smile.

She glared.

Guess thats a veto on my free Katrina bill.

She shakes her head slowly, "no. I have orders. But first, I want to know something" she hissed standing up to her full height.

I glare up at her, "I won't tell you shit, bitch. Like I said not my first rodeo, you might as well give up now" I spit at her feet.

She smirks, "I was hoping you'd say that" she whispers, before pulling a power drill from behind her back.

Oh fuck no.

A power drill.

As in you push a button and a nail starts to spin and can break through surfaces.

Such as my skin, or face.

Well this turned on me quickly.

I gulp slowly, looking from the drill to her deranged smile, "...but I'm willing to give some well guided information, like anything I know" I give her a nervous smile as she takes a step forward.

Oh fuck.

Oh shit.

She steps forward again, my whole body quivering, "you took something from me-"

"-And I am now completely willing to give it all back. If we're being honest, Blue and I are a shit show, and you two could really make a cute couple" she steps closer, my voice reaching a whole new pitch, "and if you want, I would totally put in a good word for you" again she keeps coming, "YOU CAN HAVE HIM DAMNIT!" I screech just as the drill turns on.

"Is Blake your Protector" she hissed violently.

I blinked up at her.

What the fuck?

Why would she ask me something like that?

I gulp slowly, "I mean he-he did save me from being blown up ...once or twice" I try to stall.

This isn't about just Blake and me, this is Cirron asking questions.

He doesn't know who my Protector is, but he suspects Blue.

My whole body runs cold.

He's trying to weaken us.

If he knows my Protector I'll be just as weak as all the other Sources were that day that he killed all of them.

But Blue and I were getting stronger, together.

The whole time he was gone I barely touched my power, but after being around him again, I was having more control than I ever thought possible, and him.

The way he had actually rode a bolt of lightning.

He was turning into actual power.

Together we were getting stronger.

It would explain the mind connection.

Ira glared down at me, "is he your Protector, you sinister bitch" she spat again. The drill making a guest appearance next to my face, "answer or we're going to see how beautiful Blake will think you are with a hole in that pretty face of yours" she growled.

He'd kill him immediately if he knew.

It wouldn't be about me, he'd come at Blue full force before he even approached me, and if he succeed in killing him ...

I don't even know if I could fight him from killing me.

I blinked up at Ira, "...I'm not sure what that is" I mumbled.

Instead of a hole to the face, she gifted me by back handing my face with the butt end of the drill.

The whole room tilted as the butt clashed against my cheek bone, my eyes rolling in my head as three Ira's appeared in front of me.

Fucking loser.

"Owww" I groaned, my head dripping down as I tried to blink the pain away.

Fucking bitch most definitely loosened a filling.

"You're going to answer me. After I get my answers, I'm putting you in that box and we are going to go visit Cirron, he'd like a word" Ira spat so angrily in my face.

My head was rolling and my tongue was thick in my mouth, the whole room was blurry as pain flashed down the whole side of my face, "f-fuck yous bi-tch, I'm the s-seasoned cowbitch. And it ain't my first r-rodeo" I spat out my words.

She most definitely knocked something loose.

My whole world was spinning in pain as four of Iras glared down at me.

My head tilted towards the box she had been talking about.

A solid steel looking coffin, that looked large enough to fit four of me sat on the ground behind her.

This bitch was going to Kill Bill me.

Oh shit.

I'm not going to cry, not in front of this sociopath.

I blink my vision back into focus, looking up at Ira's furious face as she glared down at me. Blood rushed into my mouth, forcing that metallic taste on my thick tongue.

Then I felt him, like my own heart beat, in my chest.

Thank fuck.

There was a loud creaking sound, making both Ira and I turn to look at the door off to the side.

And there in all her amazing glory stood a purple haired fiery bitch, with skin of brown gold and eyes of pure anger.

Sasha took one look at me and smiled before looking over at Ira, "I'm going to beat the fuck out of you" she chuckled as she walked in.

She was decked out in black leather pants, and a leather jacket. Her black hair slowly slithered into purple that hung down her back as she stood there looking like a biker with major anger issues.

My chest heaved.

"What are you doing here?" Ira hissed out, stuttering a step back.

Sasha shrugged calmly as she looked around the room we were in. I took the chance to let my eyes roam the dark cave like setting I was in.

If I listened hard enough I thought I could even hear the ... ocean?

I blinked up at Ira, "oh you dumb bitch" I cackled.

We were at the cliffs, by Blue's house. We had to be.

Her whole face paled, as Sasha chuckled before standing at attention again, "cute, Ira, but not smart. Trying to hide right under our noses? Really? Not very original" Sasha tutted, smirking as the door crashed in from behind her.

She slowly tilted sideways giving us the view of Bonnie and Cha strolling in behind her.

Cha looked sandy and windswept, but she was standing and safe in one piece.

My Mother fucking bitches.

They looked over at me, before turning and glaring over at Ira who was now full on shaking in fear.

Not much to say now, huh?

"Oh you're getting your ass beat" Bonnie huffed, glaring at Ira while Cha stood smirking evilly.

Ira took a small step back.

The door completely swung off its hinges as Trina stormed in, her hair a complete disarray and her eyes glowing red in fury as she settled them on Ira, "move and I'll put a hole in your head" she growled, stepping up beside Sasha.

I blinked.

Sweet Trina would never.

Whatever Ira had done to her must have completely pushed her over the edge.

Because I wasn't looking at Trina.

I was looking at Death Glare's equal.

His Queen.

I snickered looking up at Ira's petrified face, "my friends are going to kick your ass" I sang, as her eyes looked around like a trapped animal.

A dark chuckle echoed through the cavern, "not before I do" that deep voice rolled over my skin like silk.

My whole body sang as Blue materialized out of the shadows in true villain form. His large arms crossed tightly over his chest, his body relaxed, a smirk resting on his handsome face.

But those eyes.

Shining like two stars on his face, pure fury radiating from those orbs as he stared down Ira. He slowly stepped out from the darkness, no doubt the first person to actually have arrived.

His body finally stood firm in front of my four friends, as he looked Ira up and down before those eyes turned to me.

He winked.

Fucking loser.

His head turned back to Ira, "grab her hell bitches, but don't kill her ... you can injure her though" he smirked.

Sasha rushed forward quickly, slamming her shoulder into Blue's even though he didn't move an inch, "it's hell hounds, you testicle" she hissed, but her eyes were completely zoned in on Ira.

The others quickly followed behind her.

I barely registered the sound of screaming and begging as my eyes stayed completely connected to those orbs of light staring back at me.

Blue stormed forwards, his hands easily wrapping around my chains before ripping them apart like they were nothing.

He stood overtop of me, looking down at me. Slowly his eyes turned back to that liquid amber gold, as his large hands gripped my chin, turning my head sideways no doubt looking at the split skin on my cheek bone.

Before shaking his head, I couldn't help smiling up at him, "am I permanently disfigured?" I quipped as I stood slowly from my seat, coming up to the bottom of his wide chest, keeping my head tilted completely back to meet his eyes.

His lips twitched before he narrowed his eyes down at me, "no more than usual, Katty" that nickname rolling off his tongue like a kiss. That buried accent of his just barely making an appearance as he smoked my name off his lips, "but, I have to ask" he sighed, "how pathetic-"

I sagged, "seriously?"

"-do you fucking have to be-"

"We don't have to talk about it".

"-to knock your kidnapped unconscious-"

"Or relive it"

"-only to knock yourself out as well?" he finished, his teeth baring down at me, "you'd be shit out of luck if she" he points towards the screams of pain and begging, "-wasn't absolutely the dumbest person I've ever met" he snapped.

I pouted, annoyed, "its not like I asked her to put a knife to my throat, and kidnap me" I snapped back, even though my hand was now firmly place on his chest.

My traitor body.

He rolled his eyes as his large hand came and clasped my own, pressing my palm in closer to him, "no more separating" he whispered, yet his voice still hard.

He really didn't have to tell me twice.

"Bout time we ended this, don't you think?" I asked him, my eyes shooting all across his face.

He had dried blood on the corner of his chin, and sand was still pressed tight against him.

We'd taken enough beatings.

He smirked, "and it was just getting interesting, but I agree. And lucky for your slow little mind, I already have a plan" he smirked, flicking my nose.

I head butted his chest.

"Lucky for your steroid popping ass, I also have a plan ... well I did before you threw him face first into the sand" I sighed, watching that dark smile stroll across his face.

His hands dropped to waist, tugging me in closer to his body, "first things first, I believe its time we had a small chat with your Nana" he smirked.

I blinked.



Blue's POV

I watched as Katrina finally came bouncing down the stairs, her hair in a tight bun still shining from the water she had just ran through it.

She was wearing some sweats and one of my tee shirts she had stolen.

Klepto.

I watched her smile dim slightly as she looked around the room.

Everyone, unfortunately, was filthy and had to shower in my house.

Why Ira would kidnap my future ex-ex wife and bring her less than a hundred feet from my beach home is still beyond me.

After dragging her limp and beaten body into my house, everyone had separated and gone and taken a shower.

From the look of Snake's annoying smirk, some people had decided to take those showers together.

Disgusting.

I watched Katrina as her eyes shifted to each person in the living room.

Her eyes trailing over a squeaky clean Bonnie and Hercules, who were two shades shy of dry humping one another on my fucking couch. Then there was Cha and Vapor who were clutching each others hands next to them, like a batch of nuns. Standing in the corner like freaks were Corey, Rhett, and Ana, thankfully no longer covered in sand, and Diane leaned against the back of the couch a few steps away from them. Snake and Sasha were cuddled up on the love seat, Snake snuggling his face into Sasha's back while she swatted at him half heartedly. Sitting on the other couch was Trina, who was freshly clean, no longer with blood splattered over her face and that kind smile back in sight. She sat extremely close to Glare who had their child strapped to his chest, as he smiled down at his wife. Next to them was Klaus, who had his arm wrapped firmly around a pregnant Aria who had just stopped crying after nearly crushing Katrina and I in hugs when we finally returned back. Diane sat next to them, looking down at her hands in thought, her face back to the dark brown woman she had previously been wearing before Raymond tried to kill all of us.

But my favorite addition to the group were the two idiots hog tied in the middle of the living room, face first into my hard wood floors, unconscious.

Ira looked like she'd been hit by a bus, and Carter didn't look much better.

After Klaus had jogged around the world, found him, and brought him back, I had immediately imbedded my fist into his fucking temple ... after Katrina had stomped her foot into his balls.

I really did love that woman.

It would be amazing if Rhett stopped staring at her with those desperate eyes.

Pathetic mind reader.

I'd kill him if I didn't think it hurt her.

And I don't know which part of that made me sick.

She stopped just shy of my brother's face where she delivered a swift kick to his neck with her sock covered foot.

I tried not to smile.

I really did.

She looked up at me, those big brown eyes seeming to suck all the air out of the room.

"What's up?" she asked me, everyone turning to look at me.

Klaus smirked.

I gave a dark smile that seemed to make her eyes brighten, "I had Klaus help me with something. I think its about time we ended this, don't you all agree?" I looked around the room at the curious faces.

I whistled loud and fast.

An annoyed grunt came from the kitchen, where everyone turned and looked.

I kept my eyes on Katrina though.

I watched her face break into a huge smile as Pony came rushing out of the kitchen area, "Pony!" her laughed out, clear happiness in her voice as she no doubt looked my little side kick up and down.

Until her head tilted in confusion.

"Wait, whats with the chain-" she started only to stop mid sentence, her mouth dropping in shock as Pony came trudging out with the chain I had told him to hold.

On the other end of that chain, wrapped up like a present in December was none other than Katya.

I turned and looked at her pissed off expression, a thick solid chain wrapped all the way from her mouth down to her knees, as she teether horribly after Pony.

I gave her a huge smile as hatred flared in her eyes.

"Lady Katya, nice of you to join us" I smirked.