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Paris's POV:

I eyed over Richard's unconscious body and smelled the demonic scent still lingering on him. It's been a few days... but St. Cross hasn't gotten to him yet. It's not just his body that needs curing... I know now.... His stone is fighting and refuses. I'm going to have to take it out and place it in a direct jar of holy water. If Vodka worked for Dante... then this will work for Richard. I know it will. I leaned over his body slowly and kissed his cheek. "Thank you for all your help," I told St. Cross. We had taught St. Cross about us in the moments he was taking a break from Richard. He seemed disgusted at first... but he's an open minded man and started to accept that there are other species out there with the same knowledge and face of 'man'. He's even had a few thoughts himself about going out into the world and helping more people like us that needed him. He nodded and gave a small smile.

"He's a tough one... do you really think doing this will break him?" He asked.

"I have to try... if he doesn't then... I'll have to bring him back and let him be. Maybe some vampires aren't curable after they become demons," I sighed out.

"Have faith," he told me. "Your friend will come to his senses soon enough. No one can be so stubborn for so long. All minds are changeable." He walked up to me than with the jar of holy water. "We'll change out the water and say prayers to him as often as we can," he promised. I nodded and eyed over Richard's wounded body from the cuts delivered to him. He already lost a lot of blood. St. Cross believed that bleeding him out would bleed out the sin in him and dumping holy water on him would send it out quicker through the wounds. Of course that worked for Vlad... Richard on the other hand was harder.... Probably because he was fighting the whole time while Vlad eventually gave up and gave in to the treatment.

"Richard," I whispered and shook him awake to tell him what I was going to do. "Richard... I'm going to take your stone... You're being stubborn. I'm going to place it in a jar of holy water to heal you faster. Then I'll wake you up as soon as you're cleansed. Please stop fighting this. The quicker you give in the quicker it will be over." His eyes weakly opened before he looked at me then groaned.

"Paris," he whispered and blinked a few times. "What're you...." He winced and closed his eyes again as he coughed up blood. I leaned in and gave him a kiss before I reached into his chest and pulled out his stone quickly while he was weak and helpless. I eyed it over and viewed the crack that had formed the first day we started this. I rubbed my thumb over it before I looked at a bottle of blood and poured the blood in with the holy water before I placed him in it. That way he can heal while he's being cured. I tightened the lid onto the jar and teleported with it up to the music room then sat it on top of the piano. I sat down on the bench and eyed his stone over.

"I'm going to play our song while you heal so you think of me," I purred out to him. "So you will heal because of our love we share for each other." I started up on the half I made to match his. So he could think about his half and dream of playing it with me. Maybe this will bring him back to me. I have to have hope and faith. I saw his stone making the water bubble before a crack formed in the glass faintly as it steamed up inside, but it didn't bust. "I'm a patient and devoted mate... so take as long as you need in there to think on things... I'm going to be here waiting," I purred out.

Louis's POV:

You have been REQUESTED. ~ Laurence W. P. of England.

There it was... I have been longing for this letter for a few days- weeks. Laurence has been unusually quiet. Grimm watched me from the chair he was sitting in. "What's that? A letter from Laurence?" He asked. I purred and nodded before I got to my feet and walked over to him.