Flynn's point of view:

It was purely euphoric to know that I had been married. It was midnight, a few minutes after, and Elora and I were dancing on a boat that David had rented for us. It was covered in white lights all around us and flowers placed about, giving it a tropical atmosphere. I held her closely by her waist, pulling her close as we stepped to beat of the music in unison. I couldn't believe she was my wife, that I had the honour to be the man she would spend the rest of her life with. She could have chosen anyone, and in the midst of either trouble, happiness or circumstance, she chose me.

As the music played and we danced, I saw the stars lighting above us like the angels of heaven, if they existed, were looking down at us in excitement as we danced our first dance of marriage. If God and Angels and all that existed, then Elora was the only proof of that. I had never seen something or someone so divine than her, it didn't matter what she did. She would always make me believe that there was a God and a heaven out there somewhere.

"This was a perfect night," she said to me as she leaned her head against my chest. The songs had changed to a new song written this year, Close to You by the Carpenters. I hated this song, and I didn't know how she felt about, but we danced to it nonetheless.

"Perfect because you were there," I said to her. I kissed the top of her head and felt one of the flowers in her hair graze my cheek as I smelled the citrusy scent of her. Just then the song changed to a old, jazz song from the thirties. How Long How Long Blues, Gladys Bentley. What a beautiful song, perfect for dancing with my new wife that didn't even need to strive for perfection, she came by it naturally.

"You flatter me so," she said with a little blush filling her pale cheeks. My hand held hers as our fingers interlocked, feeling her soft skin as my heart beat romantically calm in my chest. This all reminded me of an evening in Paris under the stars, and I wouldn't have a wedding otherwise this way. I loved Paris, I went there with my father when I was fifteen. That was the best two weeks of my life.

"Where do you want to honeymoon? I mean, it'll have to wait until I kill every man trying to catch you in the world, but after that it's up to you," I asked her. She laughed gently as she listened to my heartbeat in my chest. I loved how relaxed she was. It hardly any time we had the chance to be this serene anymore. I liked the change of scenery, and I wished to relish in it as much as I could.

"What about Egypt? You always said you wanted to go there. We could go exploring and spend a huge amount of money on a beautiful, Mediterranean hotel. It'll be just like the twenties, like we're rich adventurers," she said to me. Egypt, I loved that country and I would have loved to learn hieroglyphics if I could. At some point I hoped to have it on my belt of languages. Maybe I could start when Elora and I went on our honeymoon? It would've been amazing if we could learn a language together instead of just talking about how we knew all of them.

"Egypt would be amazing. Let's do it. I don't think we should do just Egypt or anything like that. We should make a trip to Israel, see where some of your roots are located," I suggested. Elora was half-Jewish, and since we had the chance to use her mother's side of the family, we should honour the other side as well. Every country that made her the way she was needed to be totally acknowledged, and I would need to thank all of them for giving me such a beautiful woman.

"Oh, my father would like you even more. You know he's never been there before? Even though his great-great grandparents are from there, or something like that. I would love to take some pictures for him, maybe even find some more relatives," she said as I twirled her around the floor and she let out a small laugh. I dragged my hand along her waist and to the small of her back, letting it go down a little lower. She was my wife, I was allowed to touch her like she was one. And if she didn't care, then I would go as far as I wanted to.

"Then it's settled. Egypt and Isreal. That's a new turn for honeymoon destinations," I said with a laugh. She chuckled back and nodded, reaching up and kissing my cheek, our conversation leading up to the most perfect night of my life.

•••

Hilda's point of view:

The trip all the way to Arden's was a long one and Emmaleigh, Harry and I took the whole night and most of the morning to get there. When we finally arrived at his apartment, we went up the elevator and to his ninth floor. We knocked, even though we heard loud, pulsing music coming from inside. He must have had some people over, that, or he just liked ignoring people by slowly deafening himself.

Arden wasn't the one to open the door, it was a woman, wearing barely what a person would call clothes. A small shirt with a band logo on it and underwear. Arden did have a visitor, one that had most definitely spent the night there. I didn't even know Arden was interested in women much. He was so busy all the time trying to figure out what he wanted to do with his young life now that he was almost finished with his university. But, he was a man, and he was his father's son.

"Hello, is Arden Keller here?" I asked with a smile. She was silent as she smoked her half-used cigarette and nodded. She left the doorway and called for Arden to come to the door. The three of us all remained there as we waited for him.

He came to the door dressed in a pair of loose pants and wore no shirt. He was able to do that, through. Arden was a tall, attractive young man. He was a good image of his father, only with hair slightly darker and eyes the pale grey of his mother's. His skin was tan like Max and he was toned all over his torso from constant physical care of it. Both him and his brother, James, who was a few years older, were like that. Although James had been with the same woman for about a year and a half now, and I was sure he planned on proposing soon.

"Mrs. Horowitz?! I didn't expect you to be here. Sorry, I didn't mean to---well, Lily is just a friend of mine. I wouldn't have invited her if I knew you were going to be here," he said to me. I let out a bright smile and laughed out loud at his nervousness. I didn't really care what Arden did with his time. He was a grown man and he wasn't my son to worry about. I was done with worrying about people when my son had a child when he was eighteen. Granted, I was not much better when it came to sex.

"Don't worry about it, Arden, honey. I know our visit was unexpected but we need your help. If you would be so kind as to grant us it," I said to him. Arden nodded and chuckled, running his hand through his shaggy, dark hair.

"Oh, hey, Emmaleigh. And hello, big, intimidating man holding her hand. I'm Arden," he said a little anxiously. I had a feeling Arden used to be a little smitten with Emmaleigh, but she was not interested since she was a few years older than him and she didn't really like the idea of that. Arden let it go and eventually went on to other things.

"Harry is the name. And are you friend to Emmaleigh and Hilda?" He asked. I tried not to chuckle. Harry was getting a little jealous that he was looking at Emmaleigh the way he was. Harry was protective, which was also a good sign if he didn't take it too far like Jack used to at times. I didn't really worry about it all that much.

"I've known the family for a while. My dad is Emmaleigh's dad's best friend," Arden replied. Harry nodded and went silent. There was a small quiet between the four of us at the door. I cleared my throat and scratched the back of my neck.

"Do you think you could help us now?" I asked. He snapped back into reality and nodded as he let us all inside. We walked into his apartment where Lily, whoever she was, was sitting in the living room. She tried to ignore us, and I had a feeling it was a little rude that she tried to do that. But it wasn't my place to say anything. She didn't really matter right now.

"What exactly is it that you need me to help you with?" Arden asked. I went to him and handed the small piece of paper. I knew that Arden was gifted in the ways of finding out what people lived where, and if driving hours to go and see him for it meant that it could help my daughter, then it was worth it.

"This is an address that we need you to find out about, who lives there that is. I am sure your father had told you about what happened to Elora," I explained. Arden nodded and read the paper as he went to sit at his desk. We were in his bedroom, and was fishing out a bunch of books that looked like he kept records inside them.

"Yes, he did. That's quite the shame. I'll check the logbook and see if I can find the address. It seems familiar to me, but let me check just in case," Arden replied. I nodded and twiddled my thumbs as he streamed through his large, leather bound book. After a few pages of searching, he finally pressed his finger on a specific page.

"I knew I had it! Here it is right here," he replied. That was when he closed the book, chanting the number the address was written in under his breathe. He took out a smaller, different leather logbook.

"Who do you think it is?" Emmaleigh asked. Arden didn't reply as he was too busy looking inside the other book. When he stumbled upon the one he wanted, his faca darkened and he sighed, shaking his head.

"That can't be good," he replied. My eyes went up in an alarmed fashion as he said this.

"What's not good?!" I asked, alarmed and despaired from his terrible expression. He shook his head and closed the book, putting it away and then rewriting the address on a different piece of paper. He handed it to Harry, who took it and placed it in his pocket.

"The people that live in this address are not ones someone wants to get involved with on the wrong side. They are conspirators of the KKK, that was probably a given when you came here to try and help Elora. I hope they don't have her?" Arden asked. I shook my head as my heart began to beat fast and harshly in my chest.

"No, she's with Flynn right now in New York. We don't know for how much longer," I replied. He signed in relief as he nodded. Whoever these people were, they had to be extremely dangerous. I didn't want Elora getting anywhere near them.

"Look, these people are bad news. They work for the Klan, but I wouldn't be all that surprised if they were doing some secret works that are even nastier. They are a couple by the name of Vance and Pamela Niles. They kill for them and they keep people prisoner, meanwhile they torture them. Whoever left you the address must be with them now," Arden replied. Those were the people sent to come after my baby? They must have been the people that tried to chase her out of Lorelei's apartment, and the ones that narrowly missed her because Flynn arrived just in time.

"What do we do?" Emmaleigh asked.

"They didn't take Julius. He's working for them. He may be there but definitely not against his will. He was not ordered to be killed, otherwise he already would be and he wouldn't have the time to write down the address. He's leaving a breadcrumb trail," Harry explained as he shook his head. We had a way of finding these people before they found my daughter, and despite the choices this Julius made, I had to thank him for that. He knew that they were after Elora and he wanted to do all he could, which meant he must have a little bit of heart to him.

"So what then? We go there and find them?" Emmaleigh asked. I shrugged my shoulders as I placed my hand on Arden's shoulder lightly.

"That's all we can do. We have no other choice. Arden, I'm going to need you to call your father and tell him to meet us a couple houses away from the address. We need all the help we can," I replied. Arden nodded, and as he began to call his father, all three of us went off to try and fix this as best as we could.

•••

Jacob's point of view:

Sitting in my room, playing guitar as it rained with the night sky. I felt like I had nothing to do here, but I also felt like I was missing something. That was when I realized just what it was as I kept playing the same song I had written all that time ago. Something was getting at me, and it was a little something I like to call the Rebekka Perspective.

I left the guitar on my bed as I ran out of the room and grabbed my car keys from the little rack we kept at the front door. I ran out of the house without even telling my dad where I was going. He didn't really care at this point. He was having a drink with Mihn in his study while Lorelei stayed at home taking care of a sick Evelyn. He would not be out of that study for at least a few more hours. So I took that as an opportunity to fulfill the void that had been filling up for the longest time. I was glad that my mother had supplied me with a nanny for my son while I tried to look for a job.

I drove out of the house and sped off to the road. I sang the song I had written in the car as I watched the rain pour down the windshield, the wipers barely doing anything to help with the visibility. Nevertheless, the pouring rain didn't stop me from following my ambition. I wasn't going to stop until I was done thinking about this.

I parked into the driveway of Rebekka's house. I ran out of the car and let the rain soak my hair and clothes as I saw all the lights off in her home. Everyone had to be asleep in there, but I knew I didn't have to knock on the door and wake up her mother. I knew exactly where her bedroom window was, and I would use that as an alternative to get to her. I don't know why I felt this way at such a spontaneous level, but for some reason it rushed through me like a new bullet being shot from a gun.

I forgot about common sense and I ran up to the side of her house, climbing up the vine her mother had on both sides of it. I latched my fingers onto the ledge of the window and lifted myself over so I could knock on the glass. The dark was all I could see through it as rain water trickled down my face. I took a second knock, and that was when her lamp came on and she lifted herself out of bed. She came to the window, an amazed expression on her face, and she opened it up curiously.

"Jacob?! What are you doing?!" She asked me, letting some of the water from the sky drip down onto her face. I saw her there, and stopped, not realizing that I wasn't saying a word to her.

"It doesn't make sense," I said to her. I must have stunned her with the way I was talking. Her eyes and brow stared at me curiosity and confusedly. I didn't know what else to say to her, that was how I felt. Nothing made sense to me anymore, except her. Rebekka always managed to make sense to me, no matter what it was.

"What doesn't make sense?" She asked. There was a small pause between us as I thought if it was a good idea to do what I wanted to. But, for a reason that was unknown to me, I decided that I didn't care if it was a good idea or not. I was tired of hindsight.

"Fuck it," I said to her as I brought my face to her and kissed her deeply and passionately. She was taken by complete surprise, but after a few more seconds of me kissing her, she pulled in and placed her hands on my cheeks, bringing me closer. She held me as I pushed myself through the window and entered her room. I didn't stop kissing her even as I stood up and towered over her.

I held her by the waist and she walked us to her bed, letting me crawl on top of her as I kept feeling around her whole body with both my hands as we kissed. I felt whole when I was doing this, like I was missing something and she was the one I had to discover. Now that I had found her, she was all I would need to carry the night away into happiness.

Note: so, just a quick note to let you all know that I've published a new story. I decided that I would leave a link for you in case you wanted to check it out. It's a World War Two story, but we all know that's my niche. So here's a link for you: http://w.tt/1GHbSiy.