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It seems to me that seconds, minutes, even hours go by as I stare at Jay's desperate face, clutching my doll-like lifeless body in his arms and yelling at me to open my eyes. All of this seems to happen in a different time, while I'm detached from my own body and looking on at the scene like a spectator. But even though I'm not in my own body, I've taken residence in someone else's. It's taken a great toll on me to switch into another person's frame, which has resulted in my own body to be deemed unconscious. I look down at my wrinkled hands and fingers, slightly tanned from years in a sunny country or working outside, and recognise the old man's. So it worked: I've possessed the hunters' leader.

I look to my right and see the one who attacked my own self in the bathroom, and his name immediately jumps to my mind as I've taken control of his father.

Liam.

How have I managed to do this? How have I managed to take control of their leader's body?

My heart clenches in sadness as I see Alice battling against Chase's prisoning strong arms that are holding her captive as she tries to get to my limp form in Jay's arms. From here, on the other side of the field, where I'm standing in a perfect and practiced line of hunters and leading them on, I can see my golden hair flowing to the ground at Jay's feet as he crouches over me in desperation.

From the corner of my - or should I say - the leader's eye, I see the group of hunters shifting uncomfortably on their feet, looking around and sending questioning looks to Liam and their leader that I have overtaken, not sure if they should attack now. If the leader had control of himself, he would have chosen to attack now. Good thing he can't then.

No one knows what has happened yet, and no one knows that I've overtaken their leader. No one even makes a move as the air silences on our side. But the vampires are furious on the other, yelling at each other and ready to attack.

"You did this!" Jay suddenly shouts, and time freezes. Every one of us is still, and even the giddy and usually happy Caleb stands firmly in place, awaiting Hunter's orders. Jay whispers unknown words to the dead-looking me with anger and an overwhelming feeling of loss and sadness. I want to run over to him, to comfort him, to tell him that I'm okay, just not in my own petite figure resting in his arms, but I can't. I'll loose the advantage and my cover. The thing is, right now, I can make this group of hunters do anything I want. If I wanted to, I could even order them all to slit their own necks.

No! A voice inside of my mind suddenly yells, a very familiar voice. The leader's voice is battling with me, but he can't seem to retake control of himself. But there's not much time. I stand completely still, listening to his voice that seems to be miles more than furious. You did this! He continues, and I feel the lividness that he feels stabbing at my mind. The vampires are still making undistinguishable threats that can hardly be heard from over here. They haven't attacked yet, but they will, as soon as they are sure that I am completely gone. But I'm not... they need to know. But I have absolutely no idea how to get out of this - his body. Get out of me! He yells again inside of my mind. I've got the advantage, I've got the advantage. I need to do something, but not before I've figured out how the hell to get out of his body.

Suddenly, something seems to shift inside of me, and it feels as if the part of the leader that he can still control is sucked out of his own frame. My own mind seems to buzz for a moment, before an image appears in front of my eyes. A ghostly looking man with furious, flaming eyes turned red. The leader. He's a ghost, and no one besides me can see or hear him. My heart pounds faster when deep red blood sprouts out of his wrinkled forehead and oozes down his skin. His skin begins to melt slowly but painfully away as stripes of the pale skin detaches and falls to the ground, leaving me open to view the gory-looking pieces of flesh underneath it. I try to scream but no sound comes out, no matter how much I try. You are killing me! He shouts, pain obvious in his traits, but I can't do anything, nothing at all to stop it. So I just stand there, watching in horror and the only one available to the sight, as the elderly man falls to the ground in a splatter of black flesh and blood. His part of the control is gone, and I'm trapped inside of his body. Finally, I manage to let out one single word.

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"Jay!" All commotion stops, no one speaks or moves as that lovely, melodic voice echoes through the Dark Lane over and over again. I look down to Emma's pale and certainly dead face in shock, but as suspected, she remains completely still, letting no sign of life be seen to me. Though, I am sure to have heard it, and as I look at the others who look back at me quizzically, I realise that they have heard it too.

"Jay!" I stare at the hunters' leader who is now shaking uncontrollably, and all the others looks at him with shock and horror. It came from him. He was wearing Emma's voice. How is that possible. I try to shake Emma resting in my arms, but she's non-responsive. It's as if her soul is trapped in the leader's body on the other side of the field.

"Dad?" I listen in, hearing his son speak to him with uncertainty, and I see him reach for his arm. In a second, his dad's arm springs up and his son is flung to the ground, watching in surprise as he turns back to face our side. "Jay! Help me!" He shouts out again, and it is that same lovely voice that I fell in love with that flows from his mouth. I don't know what to feel or do. Everyone is standing, unable to move, and his son begins to crawl backwards, away from him, in complete horror.

Suddenly, the old man's body shakes and he splatters to the ground in a black pool of gore and a sticky substance that flows down the hill in streams. Screams resonate through the hunters' group as their leader explodes, leaving them stranded and out of place. We should attack, but Hunter's commands are clear in our heads. We are better than them.

"Jay...?" My head jerks down and I see Emma's long black lashes flutter slightly, like a butterfly's wings. Her crystal blue eyes don't open but it is enough for me to know that she's responsive again. She's alive. Relief floods over me as I grip one of her pale and delicate hands, and one of her fingers move with difficulty to tap my skin.

"Hunter! She's moving!" I shout, and Hunter is immediately by my side, directing the others to come. They encircle us in a second and Alice is let inside with me as I clutch firmly onto Emma's delicate but strong figure. Alice moves down to kiss her on the cheek and I envy her right there. Emma won't jerk away from her sister: they share that strong bond of love and care that I wish she would acknowledge with me. But pressure is the last thing that she will be needing right now.

Chase swings Alice up on his back and she encircles her arms around his neck as we set off in supernatural speed, leaving the hunters, their screams, and the clump that was once their leader behind. We run, but Hunter's eyes are always set on her face and I know what he's thinking. She obviously saved his life, and he will be in debt to her for eternity. We all saw Hunter's face fill with anger as the son's face who has taken the place of the hunters' new leader directed his livid eyes to us in our minds, and a piercing furious shout echoes through the field behind us. There is no doubt.

There will be war.