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"Tempest. I have to show you something." Jasper announces as he bounds over to Tempest's favourite spot in the garden.

She continues inhaling her cigarette and breathes out a cloud of smoke as he tilts his head in a silent plead for her to follow him.

He takes a few steps in the hopes of speeding her up but when she continues taking slow puffs of the glowing stick he stomps his way back over to snatch it from her fingers and stomp it out with his fancy polished shoe.

Tempest grits her teeth in frustration at the action and when Jasper reaches down in attempts to grab her arm she stops him firm in his tracks with the deadliest glare.

He retracts his hands slowly and holds them up in surrender.

"Fine, fine. But hurry, please." He half whines, turning around and fully walking away, hoping to god that she follows him without a fight.

She purposefully waits a timed half an hour before she trecks into the mansion to possibly locate Jasper, if he's still around and waiting that is.

She only bothers wandering into the most frequently utilised rooms, making very little effort to actually track down the vampire.

She tries the kitchen.

Star struck servents and cooks avert their curious gazes from her in fear.

No Jasper.

She tries the living area.

Esme, Ford and a couple other nameless adults straighten their spines at the sight of her. Hope and curiosity also fill their eyes.

But still, no Jasper.

One of the last stops on her half arsed tour is a place she's reluctant to so much as enter.

It's pristine and very white decor unsettles her to her core.

She approaches the doorway but soon figures she isn't able to check the room at all without crossing the threshold.

So she does.

The only other door on the opposite corner of the room opens seconds after and through it strides an agitated looking Zephyr.

She quickly averts her gaze as his meets her and turns to leave only to have the door slammed right in her face, almost scuffing her newest pair of jimmy choo heels.

She tries the handle of the heavy steel door but it sticks.

It's locked, she realises.

She bangs a fist on it furiously and as a last resort pivots on her shiny cream heel, sprinting towards her enemy for the open exit.

No need to panic yet. There's still one more door.

And just as she's an inch away, the worst case scenario happens.

The sound of the lock bolting into place triggering her barely simmered psychosis once again.

And thankfully for him, Zephyr wasn't her worst problem any longer.

Her throat tightened.

Her breathing increased.

The bright room burned her eyes.

And she hammered her fists down on the door like it was her last dying move.

The only thing she had the strength left to do.

"Calm down. It's just Jasper and Blaise trying to be funny locking us in here." Zephyr's low voice begrudgingly rumbled seeing how worked up the girl before him seemed.

But he had no idea just how bad this was for her.

Low voices.

Locked doors.

White rooms.

Looming figures.

Trapped.

Her erratic breathing grew almost as loud as her pounding on the door and that's when alarm bells rang in Zephyr's head.

His heart picked up upon noticing her red face, bordering purple.

She was about to pass out he was sure.

Her eyes were wild and her fists were busted with fresh, bleeding cuts.

It was though a switch flipped in his mind and the instinct to protect and help the psychotic angel overpowered any petty grievances he held toward her.

The urge to bust down the door and strangle his younger brother's with his bare hands was all he could concentrate on.

"Jasper Keller open this door right fucking now or I swear to hell you won't be able to walk again."

He waits a second for any promising sounds.

His fists clench.

Silence.

Another second.

His nails pierce the skin of his palms.

Nothing.

Tempest releases an ear piercing, blood curdling scream that would give a new widower a run for their money.

Hell, even a mother witnessing their first born be murdered would scream more quietly than Tempest in that moment.

Tendeils of magic light up Zephyr's entire body, flooding his viens and shining through his flashing green eyes.

He holds his palms over the door that blocks Tempest and closes his eyes, ignoring its shaking from the smaller girl's pummelling.

He whispers a spell over and over until the lock slowly slides out of place on the other side of the door.

Footsteps can be heard scattering quickly down the hallway in retreat.

A smart decision considering the events that follow once Zephyr swings open the door and Tempest sprints out into the hallway, desperately wheezing to catch a steady breath.

His eyes scan the halls for any indication of the direction the offenders may have went, his jaw taught with so much tension his teeth may just break.

An anger of her own builds within Tempest and her smaller manicured hands clench into the best fists she can make.

In her hazy and hallucinating mind, she's way back in the deadliest moment of her life.

The moment she escaped.

And everyone around her is in grave danger, for she is completely unhinged and teetering the edge of insanity.