I would like to take some time out to thank all of you for reviewing this story and your persistency (if that is a word) has led me to continue and finish this story. I am very sorry for making you all wait, but now, here it is…the fifth and final chapter of White Roses.

Jake soon found himself outside of Catherine’s house in some clothes that had used to belong to Thomas. If there was any time for him to back out, it had passed.

“What do I do now?” he asked Catherine who was standing beside him.

“Find Rebecca and tell her there is no reason for you two to destroy the town.”

“Bt they have every reason to destroy the town,” he said.

“You don’t think I don’t know that? This town would not accept their love, but that was along time ago. Tell her there is no reason to destroy the town now,” Catherine said.

“Okay,” he said. He took a deep breath and started walking away from the safety of Catherine’s house.

He started shouting Rebecca’s name. Soon he found himself in the graveyard and at Rebecca’s grave.

“Rebecca! Rebecca!” He shouted.

All of a sudden, a dark figure appeared at the gate of the graveyard. However, it was not the soft face of Rebecca; it was an angry and vindictive face that resembled Jakes own face. Thomas.

“Who are you?” asked Thomas.

“I am Thomas Fischer,” answered Jake, “Who are you?”

“You are not who you say you are, for I am Thomas Fischer. You are an imposter.”

“I am not an imposter,” Jake said. Somehow, he had found the courage to be able to talk with Thomas without stuttering.

“I will not play childish games with you. Assuredly, one of us is the real Thomas, and one of us is an imposter.” With that last word, he jumped forward a bit at Jake and Jake stumbled back slightly.

“Let us call for Rebecca and let her decide,” Thomas said.

“Let us,” Jake said and he started calling out, “Rebecca! Rebecca!”

Thomas, however, started whistling. The sky in which the sun had started coming over the horizon was suddenly filled with dark, black clouds and a white beam of light shown threw it to the spot where Thomas was standing.

Not too far away, at Catherine’s house Mallory was looking out the window and saw this strange event. She called back into the house, “Tim, Catherine, come here.”

Soon Catherine and Tim were standing at the window along with Mallory.

“What’s going on?” Tim asked.

“He’s calling for her,” Catherine said in a low voice.

“Who is?” Mallory asked.

“Have you not been paying attention? Thomas is here and is calling for Rebecca. It’s over. There is no way to stop it now. We must get out of town and save ourselves.”

“What about the people in this town? Our neighbors? Jake? Are we just giving up?” Tim asked.

“There is nothing we can do! He is calling for her! We cannot stop it!” Catherine screamed.

“What can we do?” Mallory asked.

“Leave town and hope for the best,” she said.

Back in the graveyard, Jake was watching what Thomas was doing in awe and did not notice Rebecca entering the graveyard.

“Thomas, why did you run off while I was calling you earlier?”

“That was not me, it was him, the imposter,” Thomas said, pointing to Jake.

“I’m not an imposter; she just mistook me for you. I was not pretending to be you at that time.”

“However, you are now pretending to be me, and for that you will be the first of many to die tonight,” Thomas said. After that, he put his hand around Jakes neck and lifted him into the air.

“Thomas, no! I would like to ask him some questions before he goes,” Rebecca said.

“Fine,” he said and put Jake down. Rebecca stepped between the tow boys and asked Jake, “How did it come to be that you were over my grave when I woke?”

“M…m…my friends dared me to pick a flower from your grave and spend the night on your grave.” 

“Well, that would answer my question of who picked the flower,” Rebecca said. She then turned to Thomas and said, “You will not kill this boy, he is the reason we are together again.”

“Shame. I would have liked to kill any person who was masquerading as me,” Thomas said.

Jake let out a sigh of relief that he was not going to be killed.

“Oh well, there is still a whole town to destroy,” Thomas said, turning for the gate, “Come, Rebecca. We must take our revenge on the town that would not accept our love.”

With that, Rebecca took t his side and with that thunder roared and lightning flashed above their heads.

“Wait!” Jake screamed out above the roar of the thunder.

Thomas turned to face him, “What do you want?”

“I brought you two back from the grave. Can’t I have a request or something?”

Thomas walked back up to him and said, “I did not kill you, which should be good enough for you.”

“Come now, Thomas, he did pick the flower that brought us back,” Rebecca said while walking to his side.

“Very well. One request, but that is it, and make it quick. I have a town to destroy.”

“Um, well, that’s just it. My request is that you don’t destroy the town.”

“What?” Thomas roared. Thunder boomed, and lightning flashed vigorously above their heads. “Did you actually think I am not going to destroy the town that would not accept our love?” Thomas said pulling Rebecca closer to him and they turned to walk out again.

“But that happened 300 years ago. This town is now full of new people who do not deserve to be killed.”

Thomas turned back toward him again, “Do you think Rebecca deserved to be killed?”

“But that was cause of your mother’s spell. Not the town’s people.”

“What? My mother?”

“Yes, she put a spell on you that whenever you kissed Rebecca, she would die.”

“Are you joking with me?”

“No, she was loved in the town. You mother did not like a witch being with a mortal.”

“But I was not a witch, my mother was. I was found on her doorstep one day and she took me in as her own, I had no magic blood in me.”

“Then who put the spell on the roses so you and Rebecca would be back together?”

“I did,” Rebecca, who had been keeping by Thomas’ side and not speaking, said.

“How?” The two boys said together.

“Thomas, you might not have had witch blood in you, but I did. I knew your mother’s plot against me, so I needed an idea of how to be together with you after we died. Then I thought of flowers. White roses specifically. I grew white roses in the garden outside of my house and put a spell on them when they were fully-grown. The spell that would bring us back together. I did not want revenge. I just wanted you. You had the idea of revenge.”

“I am so sorry for almost destroying this town,” Thomas said to Jake.

“Not a problem, nobody was harmed.”

“Thomas, now that we are together here, let us rest together in peace,” Rebecca said, and the grave beneath Jake’s feet started to shake and he jumped away just before the ground opened up. When the shaking stopped, there were two holes big enough for both Thomas and Rebecca to fit into.

“Come Thomas,” Rebecca said getting into her grave and Thomas got in beside her.

“I have a question before you go. Thomas, if you have no magical powers, how did you do the beam of light for Rebecca to find you?”

“That was no magic powers, that was the power of love,” Thomas said.

“Was the lightning storm also the power of love?”

“No, that was me, “Rebecca said. Then the graves filled in and nothing was left of their adventure except for one new gravestone and the white roses, which soon withered and died as Jake was looking at them.

Then he knew that it was over, so he went home.

Thomas and Rebecca died happily ever after.

The End