A/N: First thing first: This story is a sequel to my previous fanfic, The Devil Within. IF you haven't yet read that story, this story will make absolutely no sense to you. So, I mean, you can still read if you want, but you will be confused XD

I'm super excited to be writing this! I hadn't been 100% sure if I wanted to write a sequel after I finished The Devil Within, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, so I decided why not :D Though I did skip a little time in between the two stories, not too much time had passed. I hope you enjoy this story, and let me know what you think ^_^ -Kate

Victor walked into the room, a feeling of dread washing over him. His heart was racing and he was afraid to even breathe. The room was dark and quiet. Something was off. He could see a pair of feet sticking out on the floor, the rest hidden by the bed. Slowly, Victor walked around, knowing with every step he took that what he was going to see wasn't going to be very pleasant.

He saw the blood before anything else. His eyes slowly trailed up the body on the floor, his breath stuck in his throat. He knew who it was before he never looked at the person's face. He knew exactly what the love of his life looked like.

His glasses were askew, and he was covered in blood. Victor didn't have to touch him to know he was dead.

He was screaming, backing away from the body of his lover, wishing for someone, anyone, to help him, to make it stop-

"VICTOR!"

Victor woke up and realized he was still screaming. He was in his bedroom, at home. The room was dark but he could see Yuuri above him, his face full of concern. "It's okay, it's okay," he was saying, "it was just a nightmare."

Victor choked back and sob and pulled Yuuri into him, hugging him, crying into his shoulder.

Victor had never been one to cry, especially over something as silly as a dream. But things were different now.

It had been a month since an old fan of Victor's named Alina had decided to wreak havoc on their lives. Though both Yuuri and Victor had escaped before anything too terrible had happened, the fear from that fateful encounter had not yet gone away.

"I'm right here," Yuuri was telling him, stroking his hair. Victor hated feeling so weak, but every time he had that damn nightmare it felt so, so real. He had started having the same nightmare just days after the events in Moscow had happened. Yet somehow it hadn't gotten any easier for him. Every time he had the dream he was reduced to tears and Yuuri tried his best to calm him.

Victor knew that Yuuri had been dealing with a lot as well, and hated that his nightmares always ended up making them both have a sleepless night. All he had wanted to do was keep Yuuri safe and protect him, but he hadn't been able to do that very much.

Once Victor had calmed, Yuuri got up. "I'm going to go make some tea," he told him. It had become a routine by now. Victor woke up screaming, Yuuri held him, and then would make tea, in the middle of the night. They would share the tea and talk about how screwed their life had become, and then try to get more sleep, but they always would fail at it. Victor would be too afraid to fall back asleep, and Yuuri would worry too much and stay awake as well.

Victor stayed in bed, curling up in the blankets, even though his face was covered in sweat. He was so tired. The nightmares happened often enough that both he and Yuuri were quite sleep deprived. The picture of Yuuri, covered in blood on the floor of the hotel room was permanently burned into Victor's mind, and all he wanted was to forget it.

"Hey," Yuuri said, coming back into the room with two mugs. "Tea's ready, if you want it."

Victor sat and up grabbed it graciously. "Thank you," he said quietly. Yuuri sat back down on the bed as well. Yuuri's injuries were healing quite well. His ribs were not causing his as much pain anymore, and he was able to do most of his regular activities again. He still got headaches and dizzy spells from his head injury, and the doctor said that it could last for weeks or months. Victor hadn't let Yuuri on the ice yet again, as much as he knew that Yuuri wanted it. He didn't want Yuuri to risk his health.

"I'm sorry to wake you again," Victor said, staring down at his tea.

Yuuri shrugged. "I wasn't really sleeping well, anyway."

Victor took a big gulp of his tea. It warmed his stomach, helping to calm him a little. "Can you remember what it's like to get a regular night of sleep?"

"Not really," Yuuri said with a chuckle. "But even before this happened, my anxiety liked winning the better of me."

"Maybe we should take a vacation," Victor suggested. "Maybe we could go stay with your family for a bit? They have really been begging us, after all."

"Uh- I don't know." Yuuri looked uncomfortable. "I know they've been really worried, but I don't know if having them hover over us for a whole trip would be very relaxing."

Victor chuckled. "Perhaps not. The hot spring does sound like a good idea right about now though."

"Maybe we could go visit Phichit, or Chris," Yuuri suggested. "It might be fun. Or we could go somewhere completely different. Somewhere where it's just the two of us."

Victor smiled. Although he and Yuuri had been able to spend a lot of time together the past four weeks, none of it had been very fun. Yuuri had been healing from his injuries and they both had been trying to deal with their emotions. Not to mention the press, the police, and their friends and family constantly hounding them, asking them if they were okay.

"I want nothing more than to have a romantic getaway with you," Victor said, making Yuuri smile. "Maybe we should really try to plan something, before we have to get back to training."

Yuuri's smile faded. "I don't even want to think about how behind I'm going to be. And all the attention that I'm going to get- that we both will get. I don't want anyone to pity me, or go easy on me. Or think that I'm not a threat because I lost out on all this training time, or-"

"Yuuri." That's all Victor had to say, and Yuuri stopped. It was easy for Yuuri to get carried away by his anxieties, but Victor was often able to bring him back to reality.

"I'm sorry," Yuuri sighed. "I know you're having a hard enough night as it is."

Victor sat his empty mug down. He put his arm around Yuuri and pulled him close. He had missed holding Yuuri so much while Yuuri was injured, that he found himself unable to keep away from him now that Yuuri was healing. "It's better with you here. And you being alive, of course."

Yuuri put his head on Victor's shoulder. "I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."

….

Yuuri woke up, the sun shining into the room. Groggily he grabbed his cell phone and saw that it was already after 9 am. He turned and saw that Victor was still asleep. He was glad that at least Victor had gotten some sleep. He hated knowing that Victor had been having such horrible nightmares. Having lived with anxiety for such a long time, Yuuri knew how terrible that Victor felt in those moments.

Yuuri got out of bed and stretched. The pain in his chest was dull now, and he was used to it. He had learned in the first couple weeks the best ways to avoid aggravating his injuries and since then things had gotten a lot easier. He had had to learn how to ask for help, and it hadn't been easy for him. But Victor had been happy to help him when he needed it, and now he was healing nicely. The doctors had told him that his ribs should be fully healed within the next couple weeks, though he still had to be careful.

His concussion symptoms were the most bothersome to him. He often would get headaches, almost on a daily basis. He would randomly get dizzy spells as well, and sometimes had trouble concentrating on things. What aggravated him the most was that he was still unable to skate. He wanted nothing more than to lose himself on the ice. Skating had always helped him at times when he wanted to shut out the world around him. But both his doctors, and of course his adamant coach, had told him he needed more time to heal.

Yuuri started to make a simple breakfast, waiting for Victor to wake up. Their life had been very quiet since the night in Moscow. They had mostly been lying low and staying home, though they had on occasion went to Lillia's to visit with Yurio, and had went to rink to watch him skate as well. Yuri had actually been really great throughout the whole ordeal. Though he was still his snarky self, he had also been very caring, checking up on them and bringing them food from time to time. Yuuri was grateful for all that the young skater had done for them.

Victor finally came out just as Yuuri finished putting food on a plate for him. His hair was a mess and he looked exhausted, but he still managed to smile. "What did I do to deserve such a caring guy like you?" Victor asked and Yuuri handed him his breakfast.

"Whatever you did it must have been pretty awesome if I'm your karma," Yuuri replied, and Victor laughed. They sat at the table together and ate silently, both of them still trying to wake up. Once they were both finished, Yuuri got up to take their plates to the sink. The dizziness hit him then, out of nowhere like always, making him lose the plates and causing them to fall to the floor and shatter. Yuuri backed into the counter and grabbed it for support, and Victor, suddenly very awake, sprung out of his chair.

"I'm okay," Yuuri said automatically, waiting for it to pass.

"Here, sit," Victor ordered, grabbing his arm and guiding him to the table. Yuuri lay his head down on the table and closed his eyes. He could hear Victor cleaning up the broken glass on the floor.

"I'm sorry," he said, still waiting for the spinning to stop. "Be careful on the glass."

He heard Victor chuckle. "Leave it to you to always worry about me before yourself."

Yuuri didn't reply. Of course he always worried about Victor first. That's just how it worked when you loved someone.

After a couple more minutes the dizziness passed. Yuuri sat up, feeling tired. Victor finished cleaning the broken glass, throwing it away in the trash. He came up to Yuuri and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Maybe you should try and get some more sleep," Victor suggested.

"I'm okay," Yuuri said, though he was exhausted. "It's already passing. I'll be fine."

Victor was about to argue when his phone went off, making them both jump.

That was their life now, jumping whenever their phones went off or someone knocked on the door.

Victor answered his phone in Russian. He looked at Yuuri, his face unreadable, and then went into another room. Yuuri always found it funny that Victor would leave the room when taking an important call, as if he didn't want Yuuri to hear, even though Yuuri had no idea what he was saying. All this time he had spent in Russia and he still barely knew any of the language.

Victor came back after a few minutes, and he didn't look very happy. "So they set the trial for Alina finally, it's next week. They want us to be there."