Fate and the Defiant Angel (COMPLETED)

Chapter 28- Coincident

"She's up here. She hasn't really come out of her room except to tell me that you were awake," Harriet said quietly as they walked up the stairs. "She hasn't been very communicative. She just kept asking for paper."

"Paper?"

"Yes, I'm glad I'm not the only one who thought that was odd."

Zara stared at the door they approached. She felt fairly bad about leaping out of the car and presuming that Violet was out to get her. However, she was sure that under the circumstances Violet would hopefully understand her actions.

Harriet raised her fists to knock but Zara gently grabbed her arm and silently shook her head. Zara knew they didn't need to knock. The door opened a second later.

The psychics hair was a mess of frizz and knots, tangled high up on her head in a messy bun. Her glasses were slightly askew, making her eyes appear rather large and crazed. She wore the same clothes as she did last time Zara saw her, except now they were stained and disarrayed.

"Hi," Zara said slowly as she stared at the mess of a woman before her.

"Hi," Violet grunted out. "You alright?"

"Yes," Zara said evenly. Her arm was still in the sling but as long as she didn't move it too much it didn't particularly ache. It seemed like she hadn't done any lasting damaging. "Are you alright? You don't look like you're doing too good."

Violet smoothed back her hair. "Everything is just rushing. There are too many people living here, they all feel to many things. It's so . . . much. Also, we are supposed to be here, but we need to leave soon." Violet was using a lot of hand gestures as she spoke, making Zara take a step back to avoid her. "We have things to do, I have things to do Zara!"

"Ok," Zara said softly. "It's ok. What have you been seeing?"

Instead of speaking Violet just stepped aside and aggressively waved them in. Once inside Zara saw that Violet had indeed been using paper, a lot of paper.

Sheets of white were strewn all around, but there was a large spot of the floor where she had meticulously laid them out. Zara realised there were scribbles and lines drawn over all of them. She stared in quiet shock, glancing often at Violet in concern. She stepped forward further into the room and saw what Violet had been making.

When she looked at them from a far, the piles of papers which had been arranged on the floor created a picture.

Zara stared in confusion at the picture before her. With harsh shading and jagged lines, Violet had created a battle scene. She saw wolves fighting over each other, she saw a figure with a hood covered face standing at an archway. A woman's figure lay on the ground, sprawled out with an undrawn face.

"What is this?" Harriet asked.

"Its- it's . . . this is going to happen," Violet said, clutching her head and closing her eyes. "At least it might, but I need to be there, and I need Zara there. We need to go there."

Zara slowly stepped forward and staring down at the papers assembled to look like a young woman lying on the ground. She stared at the faceless figure, whose features were smudged and scribbled out.

"Who is this?" Zara asked softly, gesturing to the girl.

Violet glanced up at her, "I'm not good at drawing faces. It's the girl we need to get to."

"Do you mean Cassie?"

"I think so."

Zara stared down at the woman Violet at drawn. "Is that her dead? I mean, are you visions or whatever saying she dies?" Her words were barely above a whisper.

Violet was quiet, fidgeting with her fingers idly. "I don't know exactly. In the visions I believe she's dead, the pools of blood would certainly suggest it."

Zara slowly slunk to her knees. She stared blankly before her and tried to comprehend. Did this mean she couldn't save Cassie? Did this mean that no matter what she did, she would see her beloved human charge slain on the ground? Who was doing this? Why were they doing this? Or did it mean that she was capable of saving Cassie, but only if she got to her in time.

"Where is she?" Zara said harshly, flicking her gaze to Violet.

"I- I don't know exactly."

Zara turned to Harriet, who leaned against the wall and watched. "Can you help."

Harriet smiled at her softly, "I'd do anything for you."

Zara ignored the blood rushing to her cheeks and the weird fluttering beat of her heart. She turned her attention to Violet. "We need to narrow down where Cassie is." Zara turned back to Harriet. "Werewolves seemed to be fairly prevalent here. Cassie also has a soulmate- how coincidental is that? – so we just need to find out where other wolf packs are, and we can narrow it down."

"What's the name of her mate?" Harriet asked.

"Jace."

Harriet's eyebrows raised and her mouth dropped slightly in surprise. "Jace, you say? Funnily enough I may actually know who that is."

Zara felt her heart race in hope in that second. If they could track down Jace then Cassie surely would not be too far behind. Yet, as she stared at Harriet's face, she felt her hope rapidly turn to concern.

"What's wrong?" Zara asked without actually wanting the answer.

Harriet began slowly, carefully choosing her words. "Jace is coincidentally another alpha actually of a pack about two days drive from here. I wouldn't say I know him, but we have met; I've seen him at some meetings and that sort of thing. He is fairly standard, good man and werewolf. However, there is something slightly . . . unusual about his land."

"It's got a gateway to hell on it."

Zara's head snapped to where Violet stood, staring at the pictures she had drawn blankly. "What did you say?"

Violet glanced up at her and let out a crooked smile. "Cassie and her mate are special, because on his land there is a gate to hell. That's why she's important, she is the difference between a hell gate opening and closing. Cassie can stop the world from ending."