Sorry for another long-ish wait, guys. At this point it's a combination of writer's block and a lot more stuff going on in my life than before. But this fic is still as alive as ever, I promise! Thank you all for your patience and your awesome reviews! I don't think I'd still be writing without the support of my awesome reviewers!

Holly O'Hair's Fanfiction Diary

Eighteen: Heartbeat, Heartbreak, Repeat

"…Raven? Are you okay?"

Raven took a deep, steadying breath. It was incredible, how nervous she felt despite the fact that she all but knew the outcome of this moment. But she never had been fond of putting herself out there—of leaving herself vulnerable and open, at someone else's mercy.

"Apple," she said, looking up and smiling in spite of herself as the blonde dropped her apple-shaped purse on her bed, all the while watching her with concern evident in her eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Apple asked, moving hesitantly to Raven's bed. In the time span post-dating her makeshift confession, despite Apple's continued closeness, she had exhibited a certain amount of restraint, though it had taken Raven a while to notice it for what it was. "You look…worried," she finished, clasping her hands in front of her and looking down at Raven, lower lip caught between her teeth.

Raven smiled wryly and shook her head. "Not worried," she corrected. "Just…thoughtful. Apple…," she paused, as if searching for words, then, slowly, as if measuring each syllable, continued, "Apple, I…I've never even looked at another girl in a romantic light."

In a fraction of a second, Apple's face fell from worried to absolutely devastated, though she tried valiantly to pull it back to somewhere in between as she replied, feebly, "O-oh?"

Raven, realizing her mistake, went wide-eyed and quickly tried to correct the misunderstanding. "I-I mean," she began, frantically waving her hands in front of her, "I mean, I never did before!" She sunk back onto her bed and gave a long sigh, running her hands through her hair in frustration. "I didn't mean…"

"It's okay, Raven," Apple said, kindly, though she still looked to be on the verge of tears. "I understand. I mean, you and Dexter have been…together," it clearly pained her to say this, "for a long time. I mean, not that long, or anything…but! But I want you to be happy, Raven." At this, Apple donned a genuine, if heartbreaking, smile. "I just…I really wanted it to be with me."

"Oh, Apple," Raven moaned, raising her face from her hands and meeting Apple's watery eyes. "Grimm, how are you so…so nice?" Apple managed a feeble smile and a small, modest shrug.

After what seemed like a very long moment of the two girls both trying desperately to maintain eye contact and look away all at once, Raven's brain finally kicked in.

"Wait, no!" she practically shouted, leaping to her feet and startling Apple, if the squeak the blonde gave was anything to go by. "No, Apple," Raven reached down and grabbed Apple's soft hands in her own pale ones, squeezing, eliciting a pretty blush from her roommate, "it's not like that at all. I didn't—I don't want to talk to you because I want to choose him, I—" Raven groaned, frustrated with her own inability to make her words come out right, "I mean, I need to talk to you because I'm not choosing him, Apple."

A heavy sigh followed this statement, and Raven's tense body appeared to deflate in visible relief at having finally gotten the words to come out properly. Now, violet eyes flickered to sky blue, imploringly, waiting for a response.

For her part, Apple appeared to have been, for the first time in her life, rendered legitimately speechless. Her eyes were wide with shock and still pink-tinged with old, unshed tears as she stared into Raven's, seemingly unable to break the gaze.

"…Apple?"

Raven ducked her head slightly to try to better read Apple's expression. The blonde's ongoing lack of response was starting to make an already awkward moment downright nerve wracking for Raven. A small, sniveling voice in the back of her head began to give voice to the thoughts she'd been trying desperately to push down.

What if she doesn't want you anymore?

What if she never really wanted you in the first place?

What if this was just another one of Apple's phases?

Just as Raven was about to cave in to her better judgement and backtrack like there was no tomorrow, Apple let out a sound somewhere between a squeal and a sob, and all but threw herself at Raven, arms locking around her neck. Caught off guard, Raven stumbled, and the two girls fell backwards onto her violet-accented comforter. In a state of mild shock from so much emotional turmoil in so small a period of time, it was all Raven could do to lift her arm and run her fingers comfortingly through Apple's soft, immaculately curled hair as Apple sobbed into her chest.

After quite a bit of unintelligible blubbering, Apple's speech began to resemble something at least partially intelligible.

"I—I thought I was going to lose you!" she wailed into Raven's neck.

Raven blinked several times, breaking out of her shock to look down at Apple in mild disbelief. "Why would that ever happen?" she asked, truly bewildered.

She felt Apple shake her head. "I thought—if you chose him…" Apple took a deep, shuddering breath, and then, with what seemed to be a great deal of effort, raised her head so that her watery gaze was level with Raven's confused one. "I didn't know if I could bear just sitting there and watching you two fall—fall in…" She broke off. Apparently the thought of Raven falling in love with Dexter Charming was more than she could stomach. "Oh, Raven, I know I said I'd be there no matter what, and I would—for you, anything—but oh, Grimm, Raven, watching you with him was hexcrutiating." She punctuated this statement by squeezing one of Raven's hands tightly between both of her own, gazing into Raven's eyes with such genuine honesty and vulnerability that it made Raven's heart ache.

Raven was unable to suppress the fond smile that curved her lips as she rolled her eyes playfully. "Don't you think that's just a bit of an exaggeration?" she asked.

"When have I ever exaggerated?" Apple pouted. But her cherry red lips had curled into a reluctant smile, and the whole room seemed to brighten.

Raven blinked—had Apple always had that effect? Had she really been so blind? But then again, Apple was always so happy, so genuinely kind and tried so hard to stay that way…it was only natural that Raven hadn't noticed how dark the world seemed to get without that impossibly beautiful smile.

As if on cue, Apple's brows furrowed. "You…you've told Dexter?" she asked, voice significantly smaller than usual. "That…you…well…" She flushed, uncharacteristically bashful.

"Of course," Raven replied with a small smile, tucking a stray lock of platinum blonde hair behind Apple's ear.

Apple raised her head and positively beamed at Raven, so much so that, for a moment, Raven was afraid that looking at her might make her go blind. "Good," Apple stated in a much more confident tone, slipping her arm around Raven's waist. Raven, suddenly realizing just how close they were—Apple was very nearly straddling her lap—flushed a dark maroon. Apple giggled and pressed a warm, firm kiss to her cheek. "I'd hate to have to break it to him," she added, in a tone that suggested she wouldn't hate it at all, "although I think we may still need to have a little talk…"

"Apple…." Raven moaned, burying her ever-reddening face in the blonde's curls and feeling, more than hearing, Apple's giggle in reply. "Be nice." She felt Apple's body convulse slightly in an unmistakable huff. "Apple…"

"Fine," Apple relented, sounding reluctant. "But he'd better not try anything."

Raven rolled her eyes, pulling back slightly to look Apple in the eye. "Please, he's Dexter," she said blandly. "When has he ever done anything like that?"

Apple's lips pursed and her gaze flickered to focus on some point off to Raven's right.

"Apple…?"

"I just don't want him to steal you away from me," the blonde said quietly, her grip tightening around Raven's waist.

Raven felt her heart leap dangerously, and she found herself almost involuntarily leaning forward, tilting her head to accept another deep, loving kiss. When the two girls pulled apart again, Raven lifted the hand that wasn't supporting Apple in her lap to caress the blonde's cheek. "Kind of like how you stole me from him?" she asked playfully.

Apple flushed and mumbled something incoherent under her breath.

Raven giggled before leaning in and pressing a shy kiss to Apple's cheek. "Nobody's going to 'steal me away', Apple," she said gently, her voice serious this time. "I mean…" she flushed, almost to the tips of her ears, "to be honest, I feel like you kind of had me in at least some way to begin with."

There was that dazzling smile again—Raven was going to have to get used to that.

Somehow, she thought as Apple wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into another long kiss, her lips curling against Raven's, she'd manage.

On the other end of the school, things were going so not just right.

Right after the spark of hope Blondie had felt due to Cupid's protectiveness, Holly O'Hair had posted her most recent fanfiction, starring none other than Cupid herself…and Dexter Charming.

It wasn't as if she were upset with Holly—how could she be? Holly was only doing what she did best. Holly was only writing what she saw around her. And that, Blondie thought, was what was the most devastating realization of all about the whole situation.

Blondie Lockes was not the type of girl to give up. Not on a story, not on her friends, not on a girl…not anything. It wasn't in her nature. But…but even Blondie knew that there was always a 'too far'. And if Cupid was truly meant to be with Dexter…well then, pursuing her anyway, getting in the way of their—she nearly gagged—burgeoning relationship…well, that was going 'too far' in Blondie's book.

No matter how sick it made Blondie feel.

No matter how adorable Cupid was when she smiled.

No matter that Blondie was starting to question whether she could actually be in love with her best friend (and nothing more) forever after.

Blondie sniffed. At least Cupid was too preoccupied to notice her current state. Duchess had essentially banished Blondie from her own dorm room so that she could go over some plan with Cupid in private, and while Cupid had looked ready to speak out on Blondie's behalf, the blonde had pasted on her sweetest smile and left quite willingly. Blondie didn't particularly care for Duchess's pushing her around, but she wasn't too proud to accept an escape route when she saw one.

Currently she was sitting on a stone bench in the school courtyard, staring down at her feet as they kicked aimlessly at the ground.

Had she really thought she—Blondie Lockes, not even true royalty—stood a chance with the daughter of Eros himself? Even if Cupid was adopted, everything from her personality to her insight on matters of the heart, to her cotton-candy pink hair made it clear that she was meant for the role of Goddess of Love. And Blondie was…well, Blondie. Just bubbly, hard-working, perfectionist Blondie.

And if Holly O'Hair thought that Cupid belonged with Dexter…well, who was Blondie to judge? Holly hadn't been wrong yet.

Blondie gave a long, miserable sigh and fell, defeated, against the cold, hard back of the bench, her gaze, unseeing, finding the lush forest far off in the distance.

There would be others. Surely Cupid wasn't her end-all, be-all, right? She was only in high school, after all. Of course, the fact that the majority of Ever After was filled to bursting with fairy tales who'd met their Happily Ever Afters™ in high school wasn't exactly comforting, but…

"Something got you down?"

Blondie blinked and looked around, only to find a pair of sweet blue eyes staring back at her.

"Daring?" she asked, temporarily forgetting to feel sorry for herself in her surprise. What was Daring Charming doing showing any kind of concern for someone other than himself? And moreover, how had she not noticed how pretty his eyes were before now? It was mildly unsettling. "What are you doing out here?"

Daring shrugged noncommittedly, and Blondie made a mental note to do a little snoop—research on him later, but said nothing, waiting for him to talk. After a long period of semi-awkward silence, he spoke. "I just happened to be passing by," he said, vaguely, "when I noticed you sitting here looking so upset. And what kind of prince would I be if I passed by a damsel so clearly in distress?"

Despite her current mood, Blondie had to fight to keep from rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, Daring, I'm not in distress," she said. "I just can't be in my dorm right now, Cupid and Duchess are doing something."

"I see."

Blondie eyed Daring, who was no longer looking at her, instead staring aimlessly in front of him.

"It's just that I do have a rather remarkable track record for knowing when a fair maiden is upset," Daring continued, "even if I often act…less than selflessly. I've yet to be wrong."

Blondie felt the pressure behind her eyes increase—felt the telltale burning and the sudden rock in her throat.

"Don't," she said, quietly, so much so that she was surprised when those pretty blue eyes immediately snapped back to her. "Please…don't make me say it. It's too…" Pathetic. Humiliating. Painful. "It's too hard."

Her voice cracked, and she clenched her jaw, willing it to stop trembling. What the hex did she think she was doing, breaking down in front of Daring Charming of all people?

Daring simply watched her, his eyes soft, patient as she struggled to pull herself together.

"It's…I can't—I never wanted…"

A sharp sob wracked Blondie's body, taking her completely by surprise, and her hand flew to her mouth too late to muffle the sound, her eyes wide and shining. Grimm, had she really been doing such a good job burying everything inside that she hadn't even realized how much it really hurt?

The sob, as it turned out, may have been the sound of the dam breaking, because the next thing she knew, Blondie was curled in on herself, tears streaming down her face and plopping onto her pretty dress. Her teeth dug hard into her lower lip to keep any more sounds escaping, but there was no curbing or slowing the tears. Her fingernails dug small, red crescent-shaped marks into her arms as she pulled them tightly toward her middle, as if to make herself as compact as humanly possible.

The warm, heavy arm falling over her shoulders barely registered in her state, but she welcomed the embrace, and the feeling of smallness it gave her.

If she could just be smaller, if she could just shrink until she was nothing at all… Then nobody could see her, nobody could look down on her, the unbiased reporter, for falling over something as silly and immaterial as a stupid, hopeless crush on her best friend.

If she could just shrink down until nobody could see her, she could huddle here forever, and never worry again about putting on that painful, fake smile so Cupid wouldn't see how much it was tearing her apart.

But she couldn't—not without some of those famous 'magic mushrooms' from Wonderland, at least, and Blondie didn't fancy the possibility of running into Kitty Cheshire in her present condition. She couldn't shrink, and she couldn't even hide under her covers and sleep it all away, because she'd been kicked out of her own dormitory.

So bubbly, energetic Blondie Lockes sat there, huddled in on herself on the stone bench, shaking with choked-back sobs as selfish, vain Daring Charming wrapped another arm around her, shielding her from view.

"Okay, let's run through the script one more time."

As the future goddess of love, Cupid liked to think of herself as a very patient and understanding individual.

"Alright, fine—this time, keep the camera more on me."

But hex it if Duchess Swan was not pushing that core belief to its very breaking point!

First, she had shown up at lunch the previous day before, all but assaulting Blondie to get to Cupid, then forcing the two of them to sit down and listen to her detailed, multi-stepped plan. Then, today, she had abruptly shown up at their door, unceremoniously banished Blondie from the room, and demanded that they start with said plan immediately. Add to that the fact that Duchess, used to taking control, constantly tried to commandeer their little operation altogether, and slung roughly fifty critiques per idea on average, and Cupid was very close to calling it quits on the entire operation.

The only thing that was stopping her was her true and unceasing belief that love did, in fact trump all. War, poverty, hate…even Duchess Swan's caustic personality (she hoped).

That and her personal realization that, if Duchess and Poppy had indeed been an item for as long as Cupid had suspected, the tall ballerina was significantly more agreeable under Poppy's influence…albeit twice as nasty when she felt her place with Poppy was being threatened…

Well…call it charity.

Whatever the case, Cupid was about five seconds from ripping her own wings off in frustration. "Duchess," she said in an overly calm, measured voice. The pacing ballerina in question whirled on her, somehow making the move look like a part of an intricate, yet effortless, dance.

"Yes, what?" Duchess replied snappishly. Cupid had to admit, Duchess's form was flawless. She was clearly agitated, and yet her moves seemed just as calculated, yet free, as ever, as if she danced everywhere rather than walked. Even now, her poise (straight-backed, chin tilted upwards, clearly asserting her dominance) was something to be envied.

Cupid shook her head. Now was not the time to get lost in the beauty of the mortals around her, though she did frequently find herself doing just that. "Maybe we should just…you know…" She hesitated, not wanting to set Duchess off again, but fully aware that a fully scripted performance could negate the original purpose that Duchess had in coming to her. "Start filming? And just...go with it?"

"Off script?" Duchess squawked, balking as if the very idea was repulsive to her. "Cupid, this has to be perfect."

Then you shouldn't have kicked Blondie out. Cupid was very tempted to make such a snarky comment, but knew it was just her frayed nerves getting to her. She didn't like the way Duchess had treated Blondie at all, and intended to tell her as much…later, when they didn't have to work together afterward. For now, her rational brain told her that she needed to be the one to stay calm and level-headed if she ever wanted Duchess to leave.

"Should it really, though?" Cupid asked, somewhat timidly, as she looked up at Duchess with what she hoped was a convincing, imploring expression. "Scripted is just a step away from fake, and…well, you don't want it to seem fake, do you? Wouldn't that just make the situation even worse?"

Duchess frowned, creases forming between her sculpted brows. It was clear that she didn't want to admit that Cupid had a point, but that she noticed the flaw in her plan, as well.

"I…well, no," Duchess replied, for the first time seeming unsure of her response. Her pride appeared to be at war with her other emotions, and, while Cupid assumed it was much louder than the others, she hoped that, together, those other emotions would trump it.

Apparently, they did, because the next minute, Duchess had sighed and, folding her arms tightly over her chest and refusing to look at Cupid, muttered, "Fine."

"Thank you," Cupid said with her most charming smile, although all this got in response was a sneer. Skirting Duchess, she grabbed her video camera from her bed, along with small pink duffel bag that clanked when she lifted it. "Let's get this show on the road," she said with a giggle (that had Duchess rolling her eyes for what must have been the hundredth time that evening), before leading the way out of the room, duffel bag tossed awkwardly over her shoulder.

"Are you ready yet?"

"You know, this might…go faster…," Cupid began, her voice muffled as she fiddled with the camera stand, the pieces of which she'd pulled from the pink duffel once they reached the heart-themed recording studio where she did all her shows, "if I had a little…help, Duchess."

She heard Duchess scoff from behind her and rolled her own eyes. As excited as she naturally was at the prospect of what they were about to do, hex, would she be glad when this was over with.

"Alright," Cupid said, more to herself than to Duchess as she slipped back behind the pink desk and into her heart-shaped chair. "The camera's on a timer, so, three, two…"

"Ooh, Cupid's webshow is on!"

Poppy groaned and yanked her comforter over her head. "Would you turn the volume down on that, Holly?" she asked, moodily.

Holly rolled her eyes. She wished Duchess would swallow her pride and apologize. Poppy could get unbearably grumpy when she was upset, and Holly had been on the receiving end of said grumpiness ever since Duchess had stormed out of their room several days before.

"Hello, denizens of Ever After High!"

Cupid's chirpy voice rang out into the room, sounding oddly distorted by Holly's tablet's small speakers. Poppy groaned and pulled the covers higher, until only a shock of violet hair was visible above them.

"I've got a special treat for all you lovebirds out there today!" Cupid continued from Holly's MirrorPad. "Usually I give out advice on love, but today we're going to hear about an honest-to-Grimm couple!" She gave an excited little squeal, very nearly bouncing in her seat.

"Can we just get this over with already?" came a somewhat nasally voice from the background. On screen Cupid visibly sighed and appeared to be restraining herself from rolling her eyes—in the O'Hair twins' room, Poppy sat bolt upright.

She'd know that voice—if not, the rudeness—anywhere. Without thinking, she scrambled off her bed (after tripping over the comforter she'd been tangled in) and scurried across the room to Holly's bed, hair a tousled mess. Wordlessly, Holly scooted aside to allow Poppy to clamber onto the bed beside her.

"That's—but what's she doing on Cupid's show?" Poppy all but demanded as she grabbed the left side of Holly's tablet.

Holly shrugged. Inside, she was praying that this meant Duchess wasn't as selfish and unfeeling as she made out to be, but she didn't dare voice the thought in front of her sister, who was looking quite rough as it was.

"Ahem…anyway!" Cupid's voice continued, as the girl on screen made a conscious effort to ignore her guest's rudeness. "Welcome to the show, Duchess Swan!"

The camera panned to Duchess, who was sitting ramrod straight in an office chair in the corner of the small studio, arms folded over her chest, looking bored. The only tell that she was even remotely effected by being on a live broadcast was the nervous, impatient twitching of her left foot, which was dangling a few inches off the ground due to her crossed legs. Apparently realizing that the microphone was pointed at her now, Duchess huffed and tossed her hair over her shoulder, drawing herself up even further.

"Hi, yeah, could we just skip all the cheesy talk-show crap?" the ballerina asked, her tone dry and callous as ever.

The camera swiveled back to Cupid for a moment, whose lips were pursed, jaw working, and who appeared to be breathing very deeply. Next to Holly, Poppy couldn't stop the tiny, amused half-smile that lifted her lips—that was Duchess, alright.

"Okay!" Cupid said, voice a little too high to be normal. She shook her head and smiled at the camera, albeit in a slightly manic way. "I guess we'll be getting right to it, then! So, Duchess, for the viewers—you're here because you want to make an announcement, right?"

Duchess rolled her eyes as the camera focused on her once again, but the muscles in her long neck had tensed, and she swallowed visibly, her defined jaw tightening.

Poppy felt her heart rate accelerate even further at the sight of her (ex?) girlfriend close up. She hadn't seen Duchess since she'd confronted her—since their fight—and Grimm, did Duchess have the sexiest bone structure Poppy had ever seen.

"Yes," Duchess said into the camera, though she couldn't seem to bring herself to look into it, her eyes flickering in an almost bored fashion to some off-screen point. "Right, well, I just thought it'd be easiest to do it like this," she continued. "I've been…well…dating someone for a while now, and I've been informed," here, the muscles in her neck spasmed slightly, as if it were difficult for her to say, "that I…may have…fucked up. A bit." Duchess pursed her lips, still staring determinedly away from the camera.

Poppy's eyes widened. Duchess couldn't possibly be—she wouldn't, would she? She was far too proud…

Next to her, Holly bit her lower lip in anticipation.

Back on the screen, Cupid raised her eyebrows in perfectly mimicked curiosity. "Oh?" she asked. "How so?"

A harsh breath escaped Duchess's nose. "Well, I don't know if anyone knows this, but I'm not exactly…great…at sharing," she admitted in a clipped tone.

"We know," Cupid voice interrupted from offscreen. Duchess's eyes narrowed and flashed to the place where Cupid must have been sitting, and the camera turned back to the pink-haired hostess. Cupid, who didn't appear to have realized that she had even spoken, slowly raised her gaze and, upon seeing both Duchess's glare and the camera lens directed at her, clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt, Duchess."

Back on camera, Duchess scoffed. But she seemed to decide that Cupid's unconscious remark wasn't worth a fight, because after a moment, she continued. "Anyway." Now she was looking down at her nails. "I've been…dating someone recently," she said, her voice hesitant, but not lacking its usual surety. "And…I asked if we could keep it secret, because I…I wanted to keep it all to myself. But I guess I ended up hurting that person because of my selfishness and…" Duchess paused, closing her eyes for a long moment before opening them again, staring directly into the camera. "And I'm sorry, Poppy. Please let me be your girlfriend again. I…I need you."

Holly chanced a glance at her twin, who appeared to be in a state of shock, staring wide-eyed at the tablet screen. Poppy was gripping her half of the tablet so hard that Holly had to force herself not to yank her prized tablet out of her sister's hand for fear she would crack the screen.

"Aww!" Cupid cooed, and the camera focused on her once again. Any traces of annoyance had effectively evaporated, leaving Ever After High's resident love doctor doe-eyed, hands clasped over her chest. "Duchess, that was…well, not exactly sweet, but certainly unexpected!"

"Don't get used to it," Duchess mumbled, offscreen, her blush nearly audible.

Beaming, Cupid turned her full attention on the camera. "Well, there you have it! We'll have to wait and see what happens from here, but I, for one, am totally rooting for Popchess!"

"Ugh, don't call it that."

Cupid just playfully rolled her eyes at Duchess's snippy statement. "You can't fool us, Duchess—we all know you're really a softie beneath all those feathers!"

"Not for you," Duchess snapped as the camera switched back to her. "Oh!" She turned to face the screen head on, eyes narrowing threateningly. "And if any of you assclowns so much as looks at Poppy again, I will personally flay you to within an inch of your—"

"O-kay!" Cupid squeaked, and a pair of hands shot out in front of the camera lens, the world spinning for a moment before Cupid was once again in focus, looking a little apprehensive. "So that was our special program! Until next time, keep spreading the love!" She smiled and winked at the camera in her customary signoff, and the screen went blank.

For a long moment, the O'Hair twins sat in silence, still holding the tablet between them.

And then…

"Soooo…," Holly began in a teasing tone, grinning wide enough to split her face as she turned to face her twin, whose cheeks were redder than she'd ever seen them.

Poppy turned to face her sister, then immediately turned away and buried her face in her hands. "Don't make that stupid face," she said in a muffled voice. "It makes you look like a dork."

Ignoring Poppy's attempted insult, Holly leaned forward and pried her sister's hands away from her face.

"She liiiikes you," Holly sang softly, still smiling stupidly.

"Shut up."

"You better go kiss her," Holly said, nudging Poppy in the side with her elbow. "Otherwise she'll think you don't want to get back together."

"Who says I do?" Poppy asked, petulantly, raising her head from her hands to level her sister with a defiant glare.

"Please, Poppy," Holly replied, rolling her eyes. "I've known bulldogs who drool less than you did when you were checking out those collarbones."

If possible, Poppy flushed even darker and dropped her face back into her hands, moaning theatrically.

Holly gave her a moment of embarrassment before poking her in the side.

"Get your ass up and go get your girl before she murders someone."

And that's chapter eighteen! Lots of stuff going on. The webcast didn't go exactly how I wanted it to but to be honest, it was a pain in the ass to write so I'm not redoing it xP Still, I hope you guys liked it anyway!

Please remember to review, and look forward to next time! :D