"Never," she replied curtly, but little did she know my heart thundered in my chest. She was back at my side, safe and sound. That was more than I could have asked for.
"Alright, let's get on with it, then," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. Seeing her like that was beyond terrifying. It bought back a rush of memories from The Screaming Staircase and it was like I could feel myself there, like I could almost see her fall to her immediate death again.
Almost.
"It's a Cold Maiden, I can feel its anger, the screaming," Lucy informed. I knew that already by the amount of death glows I could see and the grey, misty aura around it. I guess it's fair to say that was truly unexpected.
The iron held back the maiden for a while, but we needed to get our defences up and find the source, but more than anything I was worried about Lucy, the effect her Talent had on her is beyond what I could have ever even contemplated.
Woosh! In a flash, the maiden disappeared, I couldn't see anything, no glows, nothing.
"Luce, can you hear anything, any voices, anything that might lead us to the source," I said, my voice cool, calm and collected, but I could feel her tremble beside me. I pulled out my rapier and pulled it in front of Lucy, defending her while she tried to pick up on things. It had been like this for as long as I can remember.
I took a little look at her, my brows snapped together in confusion. She seemed lost, almost like she didn't know where she was. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the hollow, sagging figure charging at her with full speed.
"Luce - look out!" I cried, shoving her out of the way and facing the spirit. The rapier does little to keep the ghost away. I weaved out a complex pattern to keep the ghost at bay. My eyes snapped to Lucy's, finding her collapsed on the floor, unmoving. Her skin was sickly pale, her eyes flickering under her eyelids. I knew that look a bit too well, my mind reeled as I tried to get my bearing right.
But as soon as her eyes popped open, the air was knocked out of my lungs.
They were cloudy, emotionless. And bright red.
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Will We Ever Get There?
FanfictionA lot has changed since Lockwood and Co returned from Combe Carey Hall. They've officially gained their status as one of the rising agencies in London and they're packed to the brim with cases every single night. But what happens when Lockwood and C...
