A/N: Ahem, well. .:rings hands together nervously:. I’m sorry to say that this will be the last chapter of the Blood Feud. It involves character death, angst, humour, crude humour and downright unusual situations closer to the end. I hope you have enjoyed this story and I also hope you enjoy the unusual, crude ending. Thank you to all these people who have reviewed through the story:

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This chapter was titled, “Time to kick some ass” because I couldn’t fit anymore then that. If I had had my way, this is what it would be called:

“Time to kick some ass, time to die, and time to get partially laid”

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“Oh isn’t this nice!” Shadowstep clapped his hands together and looked at the people before him with fondness. Duraz, Tim and Vincent were all chained up to the cellar wall, very much awake. Celia and Clarice were held by no bonds but they didn’t attempt to attack Shadowstep; they were much happier staying besides Vincent who was snarling with utter hate.

“You’ll never win.” Tim spat, loathing clear in his voice.

Shadowstep cocked his head and grinned maniacally. “I’ve decided that for every time you insult me, I’ll hurt her.” he pointed to the teenager locked in her mother’s protective embrace.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Celia snarled, forcing her daughter behind her. Clarice’s cheeks were wet with tears. This was far too traumatising for a teenager.

“I love dares!” the Hybrid cried joyfully before his eyes darkened and he strode forwards. Celia leapt towards him; despite the fact that she knew she had no chance. He knocked her aside and Vincent roared with fury, pulling fiercely against the chains that held him.

“Come here, my dear,” Shadowstep purred, hand extended towards the frightened girl. Clarice studied his face warily. Morza had reopened the scar down his face but it had healed extremely quickly. She shook her head furiously and leaned in as close to her father as she could. Shadowstep merely smirked and used his dark magic to pull her away from the King.

“No! Don’t hurt her!” Vincent cried in angst.

The two males and Celia echoed his cries but they were ignored. Shadowstep grabbed the girl’s wrists in one hand and held them to the side while his other hand lifted her chin up to his gaze.

“You have such a beautiful daughter, Vincent,” Shadowstep murmured and Clarice felt a momentary sense of relief. He wasn’t going to hurt her.

But as his eyes glowed with the proof of his insanity her heart seemed to stop as those terribly frightening eyes fixed on her. And then he threw her, right into the wall next to Vincent. Her side crashed against the rough stone and her breath left her in a wild, agonising gasp. The vampires and the shape shifter could hear the distinct crack of ribs breaking. Blood dribbled down her chin from the corner of her mouth as she struggled to sit up, gasping for air the entire time.

“You bastard!” Celia screamed, rushing to her daughter’s side to help her up.

Clarice leaned on her mother heavily and whimpered. She didn’t need to be a doctor to know that she had several broken ribs and possible internal bleeding. She was doomed.

“When I am free of these chains…I am going to strangle the life out of you with them.” Vincent’s voice was very dangerous and flickers of Valanki began to make frequent appearances.

“I’ll look forward to seeing you try, little vampire,” Shadowstep cackled. “It will amuse me so much!”

For the teenager, this very moment in her life felt like the end. Sure you have many moments in one life that would feel close to death but this was the real thing. She was going to die soon if not now. She was pretty sure that one of her ribs had punctured her lung.

“Mum…”she whispered, clutching her mothers shoulders like a life line. “If I don’t make it…tell-tell…Deon…I…love…him…”

Celia didn’t say a thing. She held her daughter in her arms, bloody tears sliding down her cheeks.

“Awww. How sentimental. Mind if I break her back, now?” Shadowstep rubbed his hands together in anticipation and stalked forwards again. Celia stared at him, wide-eyed. Was he really that insane? Yes. He was.

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Deon froze mid-step towards the large, black castle. Clarice was hurt. She was dying. The others around him looked at him, Vinarius especially.

“What’s the plan?” Sandarac asked, flexing his claws excitedly. No one answered him. No one really had to. They didn’t have time to plan. Ghosts, ghouls and zombies alike rose up from the ground around them: Shadowstep was playing summons. Samoda raised a sceptical eyebrow and unsheathed his swords.

“What does he take us for; a bunch of simpletons?”

The un-dead pulled out an assortment of machine guns, hand guns and rocket launches out of the ground after them.

Samoda sighed and pouted. “There’s always a bloody catch.”

“Stop being stupid - this isn’t the time for jokes, elf.” Sandarac snapped. Samoda turned on him, sword pointed in his direction. “Hypocrite! Hypocrite! Hypocrite! Hypo - ow!”

Deon had punched him in the face, murderous intent in his eyes. “One more word out of you, and I’ll make sure you never talk again.”

Morza snorted and Samoda eyed him. The dragon dropped his gaze and made the growling sound: laughter.

“Shut up!”

“Can we bitch to each other later?” Demetri enquired casually. “We do have some arses to kick in front of us.”

“I’ll take care of them.”

The group of males literally jumped a foot in the air.

“Shit, Zadorian,” Sandarac gasped, leaning heavily on Mike. “You scared the hell out of us!”

“Speak for yourself.” Deon muttered.

“You jumped, too!”

“Hmph.”

The shade merely smirked and his entire army appeared in their midst and surged into the un-dead with the vampires, the Dragon lord and the dragon following.

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“Twenty-three.”

“Thirty-six.”

“Hut-hut!”

“Shut up, Samoda. This is a battle not a football game.” Zadorian snapped at him as he passed, lopping off a zombies head. The Dragon Lord snorted and buried his sword into a ghoul that had tried to creep up on him. The group was barely making any progress, even with Morza and Zadorian and his army. The un-dead just kept coming.

“There’s no end to them!” Demetri shouted.

“That’s why they’re called the un-dead.” Mike shouted back.

The Shadow vampire considered punching him or accidentally skewing him on his claws but one look from Deon over the heads of the un-dead changed his mind. It was better to remain in one piece.

There was a harsh cry and the men momentarily stopped in their fight to recognise it. Haiti.

“Dad!” Sandarac called anxiously but there was no reply. The blonde vampire rushed to where his fathers voice had originated and found a group of zombies crouched over a single form. Anger, despair and shock piled up in his system as he realised what was happening. His father was dead – completely dead – and they were eating him. A roar flew from the vampires lips and he ripped the un-dead to shreds and just stared at the mutilated form of his father. Memories of fifteen years ago flashed before his eyes and they filled with bloody tears. His father was gone for good.

“Oh. Sandarac.” Mike placed a hand on his shoulder, tentatively and was quite surprised as the pure turned and wrapped his arms around him.

“Mike.” Sandarac sobbed and completely broke down into tears. Mike held him, trying to comfort him while the others protected them.

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Volante stormed around in the cellar he’d been locked in and lifted his head as he heard the sounds of battle. What was happening out there? Were the others here? Was Clarice all right? Hell! Were any of them OK? The vampire was aware of Shadowstep’s summoning abilities but he never expected them to be used on this very day. It was far too soon. That meant Shadowstep had gotten the key. Volante slammed his hand against the wall and grimaced as an electric shock raced down his arm.

“Damn Shadowstep and his spells.” Volante hissed and slumped down to the ground.

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The death of Haiti was on all minds in the battle but they could not afford to be hindered. Deon fought determinedly through the army of the un-dead and helped the others whenever he could but the truth of it was he didn’t care what happened to them. Clarice was his goal; it was her he needed to protect. On that thought, his gaze flicked to his son across the battle field. It felt like yesterday; the war between his clan and Shamrock. The very day his son had been turned into a vampire. Fear - fear coursed through his veins for his son’s safety. And then it happened again. Mike looked at him and waved - a foolish mistake. A ghoul crept up behind him. Deon’s resolve was firmly set as he vaulted upwards and stepped on the heads of the zombies to get to his son in time. He could have sworn he stepped on Samoda’s head as the Dragon Lord cursed colourfully.

“Mike!” Deon shouted. “Move, you fool!”

The vampire in question blinked a couple of times and then his eyes widened in pain. He looked down at the point of a blade sticking out of his stomach and looked back at his father. He mouthed, “It’s OK.”

Deon was oblivious to Sandarac as he called Mikes name. He watched his son fall to the ground.

“No!” he roared in anguish and slew every single un-dead creature in arms reach. Shadows flared out around him, his eyes turned black and his fangs elongated.

“SHADOWSTEP! I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!”

He gathered his agility and rushed towards the castle. He was vaguely aware of Morza running behind him and his two brothers on either side, both unleashing their own powers to create a pathway.

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Clarice whimpered as Shadowstep pushed her against the stone floor with his booted foot upon her back. It hurt like all hell but she wasn’t going to scream for his sick enjoyment.

“Let’s see how long it takes her to scream. Shall we?”

He pressed down and Clarice gritted her teeth, slamming her eyes shut against the intense pain. If he issued anymore pressure then that, he would definitely crack her spine. But he suddenly stopped and lifted her up. With a snap of his fingers, the environment around the six blurred and they were suddenly in the throne room; a very, very big throne room.

“Your mate is coming.” Shadowstep purred into her ear. Clarice ignored him and looked for the others. Vincent, Celia, Tim and Duraz were standing by a pillar not too far away but it seemed they were unable to move. Volante was standing to the side and beneath him were strange markings.

“Clarice,” he whispered sadly and she stared at him. “I’m sorry.”

What was he sorry for? It wasn’t his fault; it was lucks fault - bad luck. The air seemed to grow colder and she felt Shadowstep’s sharp nails through her clothing at her waist. He was getting excited and she saw why.

At the ruined entrance, Deon had appeared with his brothers flanking him. Morza’s head rose above them and he snarled as he saw Shadowstep holding his mistress.

“Ah! You have come.” Shadowstep said silkily and spread one arm wide – keeping the other wrapped around Clarice. “Welcome-”

“Do not welcome me, filth.” Deon spat and walked quickly down the long carpet to stand a yard away, his black eyes drifting to Clarice’s face.

“Deon!” she cried happily and tried to wriggle out of Shadowstep’s grasp but he was having none of it. He held a clawed hand to her throat and his tone became deadly serious.

“Give me what I want and I swear I will not hurt her.”

Deon’s eyes narrowed and then flickered towards Volante who was watching him.

“There is no other way, Deon.” Vinarius murmured to him, his own black eyes glaring at Shadowstep. Morza was crouched down on the long carpet, wings half bent and his lips drawn back over his sharp teeth as he stared at Shadowstep with anticipation. The Shadow vampire looked at Clarice for a long time before he moved towards Volante.

“No! Don’t, Deon! It’s OK!”

The vampire’s eyes widened as his son’s image flickered in front of him and he bared his fangs in a snarl. “No! I will not lose you!”

He was by Volante’s side in a second and placed a hand on his brow and began to murmur a strange incantation. The Prince’s eyes began to glow with power and Deon hastily jumped away. Volante raised his arms above his head, hands stretching towards the moon that had just risen.

“Creature of night, creature of darkness and of death! Heed my call as your summoner! Come to this world and wreak your destruction for as long as you desire but I bid thee to obey my command! Arise and cause despair and fear in your victims! Arise, Shadow Titan!”

Clarice’s eyes filled with tears. It wasn’t Volante’s voice. He was being controlled not by Deon but by Shadow through the help of the Shadow vampire. Deon shot her a withering look and that startled her. Something bad must have happened. The ground began to shake and Clarice screamed as Shadowstep threw her, uncaring as to where she landed. Relief rushed through her as her mate caught her and he crushed her petite body to him, unaware of her injures.

“Deon!” she yelped but was cut off as he kissed her desperately. Her body began to heal instantaneously. He let her stand when he was sure she was able to. The ground continued to tremble beneath their feet and then suddenly it split, the crack zigzagging towards the others. The ground opened up and Duraz and Timothy fell.

“Duraz! Timothy!” Vincent and Celia yelled but they knew their friends would never survive the abyss.

“Get out of the castle!” Deon shouted and lifted Clarice up into his arms, depositing her on Morza’s back.

“What are you doing, Deon!” she shouted over the floors tremors. The Shadow vampire sent her a half-hearted smirk.

“Don’t worry. Go, Morza!”

“Deon!”

The dragon roared as he snapped his wings open and launched himself into the air and rose up through the large gap of the roof and went up into the sky. Clarice looked down and saw the others fighting the un-dead. The castle was crumbling and pieces were breaking off the walls as the crack in the ground began to widen. She hoped her parents were all right.

“Morza! Let’s help them!” she indicated their friends fighting the un-dead.

“Remember your shadow lessons.” He told her before he locked his wings and dove straight down towards the un-dead. He sucked in a deep breath and flames billowed out over the area, burning the un-dead easily. Clarice couldn’t help the smile that flittered across her face as the guys cheered. Morza landed in their midst and Samoda helped her off.

“Is everyone OK?” she asked, looking around at them all. They fell silent as her eyes widened and she saw Sandarac kneeling over a body.

“Mike!” she shouted and ran over, jumping over the fallen bodies easily. The vampire rested in Sandarac arms.

“Is-is he dead…” she whispered to the blonde vampire. Sandarac looked up at her, his eyes strained.

“No…he…he…drank my blood and is now healing.”

Clarice sighed in profound relief and knelt down on the ground besides them, planting her feet firmly as another tremor rocked the earth and everything became deathly silent. No one said a word. The teenager’s eyes darted from face to face before she looked back at the castle. It exploded and chunks of it flew up miles into the air before they came crashing down towards them.

“Take cover!” Samoda yelled and threw up a hastily shield to defend those around or near him. Clarice, distracted by Samoda’s warning was not aware that she was standing in a direct landing zone.

“Clarice!” Demetri shouted, his eyes wide. She looked up and her mouth gaped open. A piece of the castle - the size of a bus was plummeting towards her. She didn’t have the time to move.

It all happened instantly. A force hit her square in the chest and she was sent flying across the ground just as the debris landed where she had just been. She managed to struggle into a sitting position and her blood ran cold. Demetri’s foot was sticking out from under the debris. Her scream of despair echoed out of the area and Samoda’s arms were suddenly around her, comforting her.

“It’s all right, little one.” He soothed gently, stroking her hair as the others came to stand besides them. Clarice clutched the Dragon Lord in a mix of fear and shock. Demetri had saved her life and lost his own in the process. Was this really happening? Or was it a nightmare from the darkest place in her mind?

Whatever it was, it certainly was not pleasant. She did not fight the tears as they cascaded down her cheeks. It was her fault that Deon’s brother was now dead; crushed by a piece of debris to save her insignificant life.

“Oh…shit. What the hell is that?” Sandarac whispered and all eyes followed his finger towards what was rising out of the debris. A massive shadowed-head rose up followed by shoulders, a body, and a very long tail. It was the Shadow Titan, a shadow wolf. Its eyes were blood red and it scanned the environment around it before it threw its head back and howled. Clarice put her hands over her ears and cried out. Foliage withered and died around them and clouds gathered in the sky.

Morza lifted his head and roared back at it, snarling furiously.

“What the hell is going on? Where is Shadowstep? Where is Volante?” Zadorian hissed.

“The Hybrid is standing next to it and Volante is atop its head.” Vincent answered and they followed his gaze to the Titan. Clarice could see two small specks and a bad feeling formed in her stomach. Was it supposed to be that big?

Deon’s eyes flickered to his son and widened before they glinted with an unknown emotion and he looked away. His son was alive. Now all he needed to do was kill Shadowstep for hurting his mate.

The Shadow Titan suddenly fixed its red eyes on the group and in two massive bounds that made the earth shake; it was towering above them.

“Human, vampires, Dragon lord and Shadow dragon,” It addressed them with Volante’s voice. Shadowstep smirked, standing by its massive claws.

“You do not stand a chance in this battle. Bow down to me and accept your fate.”

“Are you shitting me?” Sandarac said lazily and picked up one of the rocket launchers. “Who the hell would want to miss out on a fight like this?” his eyes turned hard. “I have a vendetta that I need to get rid of.”

The Titan looked quite affronted at that comment. “So be it. Prepare yourselves!”

It raised one of its massive paws and the group moved as fast as they were able as the claws hit the earth, creating a hole. Clarice climbed onto Morza’s back and the dragon lifted off. Vinarius managed to grab onto his tail and lift himself up to sit behind Clarice.

Below them, the others began to use any weapons that might be useful against the massive shadow creature.

Vincent summoned his sword and ran towards one of the paws, swiping at the shadow and quickly moving back. Agitation flared through his system.

“Can’t hurt it.” He said to the others.

They thought quickly, passing their thoughts to each other. What could they do if they couldn’t use normal weapons against it?

“I have an idea!” Mike said enthusiastically and the others turned to him with questioning looks. Deon was a little more considerate and stepped closer.

“Tell us, Mike.” He encouraged softly and his son beamed at him. Deon smiled. The Shadow Titan howled in aggravation as Morza once again managed to evade its jaws.

“Its eyes; they aren’t of shadow, they will just be normal. It might be his only weakness.”

“Sounds like a plan! Let’s go hiking!” Samoda said and shrugged as he received looks. “What? Aren’t I allowed to be stupid sometimes?”

They group spoke in union. “No.”

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Zadorian swept in from the right and snarled as a large force of energy pushed him away, sending him flying to the debris ridden earth. He spat on the ground and lifted his sword, getting into a crouched position. Shadowstep curled his fingers, beckoning him forward.

“Come on, shade. Do your worst.”

The shade snarled again and managed to get to his feet without collapsing. The Shadow Titan was stomping around far away to their right, trying to shake off the people climbing up its back.

“You will never win, Shadowstep. The strength of friendship, loyalty and family is much stronger then that of the lust for power.”

The Hybrid did not look provoked but he did saunter forward a few paces and bared his fierce, sharp teeth. “Then you will fall like the rest of those fools.”

Without warning, the Hybrid leapt at him, claws unsheathed. Zadorian was frozen for a split-second before he moved into action. He brought his sword high above his head and winced as the Hybrids nails connected with the steel. He really had been underestimating Shadowstep – dangerously. The shade, covered with wounds of black magic, got to his feet and manoeuvred himself into a defensive stance. Though he had been alive for many centuries and learnt many tactics in battle, nothing had prepared him to fight such an evil. Unfortunately for the shade, Shadowstep was well-aware of his self doubt and took advantage of it. He stopped in his offensive assault and took a step back, spreading his arms wide.

“Go ahead and kill me, Zadorian. The Shadow Titan has been released. My goal in life is complete. Finish me.”

In the weak state he was in, Zadorian was willing to take any risk that was needed to rid the world of this evil. He gathered what little energy was left in the pits of his mind and threw himself at the Hybrid, ultimately surprised when his sword didn’t run the Hybrid through but rather rested against his side. Shadowstep had dodged the attack. The last thing Zadorian saw was a cruel smirk and then darkness.

Shadowstep looked down at the fading body of the shade lord and grinned. “Never underestimate your opponent.”

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“Swing right. Watch out for his claws!” Vinarius ordered as the Shadow dragon dipped and swerved right the way around the wolf’s left leg. Clarice held on with both her legs and shot continuous little balls of shadow at its head. The shadow covering the Titan simply absorbed it up and shot it straight back in huge beams.

“Its not working.” She shouted back at the vampire behind her.

His lips were right next to her ear so that he didn’t need to shout. “Don’t worry about it then…wait. Aim for its eyes!”

Clarice fixed her attention to the large orbs of red and focused before letting the ball of shadow fly straight towards its left eye. The shadow hit and for a moment the Shadow Titan stopped moving. And then….pandemonium. The shadow was absorbed and the Titan reared, and roared its fury and agony, almost throwing Volante off.

“Score!” Clarice cheered and Vinarius laughed behind her. Morza snorted and twirled around the Titans head, blowing small little flames against its snout. The Titan fixed its eyes on them and lashed out with its jaws. Morza wheeled away in the nick of time.

Samoda shook his head and steadied himself on the Titans shoulder as it reared again. Vincent and Celia were on the other shoulder. Mike, Sandarac and Deon were climbing up the long expanse of its neck to get up on the head.

“Careful, blondie! Don’t become dog chow,” the elf called to Sandarac cheerfully. The vampire glared at him and shouted back.

“As if I would, elf boy!”

Samoda smiled but it faltered as the blonde continued his trek upwards with the others. Somehow, the Dragon Lord had come to like the young vampire and even carry some protective feelings for him. The elf did not know what he would do if Sandarac didn’t survive this battle. Heck. What would he do if someone else died? He was aware of the loss of Zadorian and anticipated the feeling of one of his swords gliding through Shadowstep’s flesh. Oh, yes. He would kill Shadowstep right after he had finished with the oversized dog. He bounded up its neck and climbed up the ridge at its skull. The others were already standing there, staring at Volante’s back, literally. The entire top half of his clothing had been ripped off and his flesh was completely tattooed with markings.

“Oh, Volante.” Celia whispered brokenly and took comfort in Vincent’s arm as he wrapped it around her. The King was silently fuming. Shadowstep had insulted his family by doing this to the vampire Prince. Volante’s feet were not visible in the shadow. It was as though he’d been permanently bolted to the Titans head.

“Now what?” Mike questioned exasperatedly. It was obvious that they had to do something about Volante. Clarice had already taken out one of its eyes and taking out the other probably wouldn’t make that much difference.

“Kill Volante?” Sandarac asked.

Vincent shot him a death glare and the blonde hid behind his mate. “Only a suggestion! I thought you hated your brother?”

“Not anymore.”

“Figures,”

“Sandarac, just shut up and let me think.”

“Of course, exalted one. I’ll just find a staple and snap my lips shut for good. Not!”

Mike looked back at his mate and smiled sweetly at him. “Sandarac?”

“Yes?”

“Be quiet for me, will you?”

Sandarac lowered his head and grumbled, “Yes, Mike.”

Vincent rolled his eyes skyward and thought hard. There wasn’t anyway they could kill the Shadow Titan without killing Volante and just waiting for Volante’s power to drop would still lead to his death. There wasn’t a way around it.

“Shadowstep!” Samoda’s head snapped up and the others turned to him. “He is the one controlling Volante now. If we kill him, perhaps the Titan will die.”

It was a chance that they would have to take. Morza flew past them and then zoomed up into the clouds as a claw tried to rip him to shreds.

“Fine. Let’s kill this son of a bitch.” Vincent growled and grabbed Celia’s hand. They went racing down the Titans back and the rest of them followed.

“Eh, one question.” Mike muttered as he ran with his father and Sandarac. “How do we kill Shadowstep and fight off the Titan that will be trying to flatten us?”

“Evasion.” His father answered quietly and sighed. Evasion would be very difficult with two powerful enemies. Plus, not only did they have to worry about enemies but he had Clarice to worry about. On that thought, he peered up at the dark sky to see Morza descend from the clouds and circle around the Titan, taunting it. Deon made a decision. If he got out of this alive, he would give Clarice her immortality and anything else she desired.

“Woah!” Sandarac shouted as the Shadow Titan moved underneath them and began to submerge into the cracks in the earth. The group hurriedly got off of it as it disappeared from their sights.

Shadowstep stood not twenty paces from the entire group with a malicious smile on his somewhat handsome face. Not only did he look overly impressed with himself but he looked over-confident - far too confident for their liking. Vincent unsheathed his sword.

“Today you die, Shadowstep.” The King hissed. Before anyone could stop him, the vampire King ran forward, sword ready to strike. No one was expecting what happened next. The earth trembled and collapsed beneath Vincent’s feet to make way for a gigantic shadow head. Teeth as long as cars were visible and sank into Vincent’s mid-section, gripping and cracking bones.

“No, Vincent!” Celia screamed.

Above the pandemonium, Clarice peered down and gaped as her fathers body was ripped to shreds. “NO!”

Celia stared at the bloody mass of her mate and sprang forward, sinking her nails into the Titan’s eye. It roared and knocked her aside before killing her as well. Clarice could not take it. Her parents had just been killed. No, they couldn’t be gone. Tears flew down her face and her cries echoed in her ears. She barely acknowledged Vinarius’s arms around her or of his soft voice against her ear. Her parents were gone. No comfort could be given for a loss such as that. The group listened to Clarice’s cries and their anger and pain flew up inside them. Samoda, Deon, Sandarac and Mike rushed Shadowstep all at once, leaping over the head of the Shadow Titan and plunged their weapons into him. Shadowstep’s mouth opened and an ear-splitting screech ripped through every set of ears in the vicinity. His body trembled and began to burn before it collapsed in an ash heap. Shadowstep was dead.

The Shadow Titan lifted its head to the dark sky and howled once before it slowly disappeared and Volante collapsed to the ground.

It was an absolute flurry of activity. Mike and Sandarac were helping Volante who was very much alive - just drained of energy. Samoda was hurrying to burn the remains of bodies and setting up burial grounds for the friends they had lost. The Dragon Lord looked up as Morza landed. His heart clenched. He felt deeply sorry for Clarice.

As soon as the dragon landed, Vinarius was climbing off with Clarice in his arms. Her tears had not ended and she was screaming relentlessly, her eyes still fixed on the bloody mass of her parents.

“Give her to me, Vinarius.” Deon commanded urgently, holding out his arms for his distraught mate. The Shadow vampire handed her over to his older brother and hurried away to help Samoda.

Morza stayed close to Deon, watching as his mistress suffered under the intense weight of her loss. The vampire sank to the ground and cradled her to his chest, forcing her to look away from her parents. He had to yell for her to hear him.

“Clarice! Do not look at them!”

Her cries faltered and her eyes finally left the bloodied mess and up to the tender eyes of her mate. “They’re….they-re gone…Deon: Demetri, Duraz, Tim, Zadorian, Haiti and my own parents!”

Deon froze in shock. He had not known of his brother’s death and a chilling weight descended upon his heart. He searched through Clarice’s memories and found the image of Demetri, crushed by a piece of debris. His brother had saved her. His sacrifice had not been in vain.

“Hush, Clarice.” He soothed and rubbed her back tenderly.

“Y-you’ll leave me…n-now won’t you?” she sniffed brokenly and she met his gaze with puffy, red eyes. “You will go as well.”

It didn’t surprise him that she would be in such a delusional state after losing her parents and friends but that was just going over-board.

“No. I will never leave you, Clarice. I will never let go of you.”

“Deon…” she whispered and began to sob again. The vampire said nothing and simply held her as she cried continuously.

What could they do now? Clarice would never be the same again and neither would the others. Some of the most important people had died today. Morza lifted his head to the sky and let out a mournful roar that echoed out over the area and ricocheted back to them.

“Oh, Clarice. My darling niece.” (A/N: I did not mean for that to time. T.T)

Volante was approaching the two and Deon did not even bother to look at him. Clarice raised her eyes to her uncles and they momentarily brightened with relief.

“You’re alive…thank goodness.”

“I’m so sorry, Clarice. I truly am.”

The teenager only nodded and managed to bring a small smile to her face before her body shuddered and the tears began to flow again.

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Four weeks later….

Apart from the absences of many from the group, the atmosphere was relatively back to normal. They had moved back to Feingold - the police had given up searching for them – into a new house not too far away from Weather field. Samoda now looked after the Aston Martin business and Sandarac, Volante and Mike worked as his assistants. Morza’s day to day routine was strolling aimlessly around the large garden and occasionally sniffing at the dragon eggs that they had brought back on their way through the country. As for Clarice and Deon, they spent much of their time at home together. It had not been easy for Clarice to get over the deaths of her parents but she had managed and still thought of them often. She tried not to think about them though for when she did she got upset and in turn, she upset Deon. She’d thought about the time where Shadowstep had told her he would ask for something when the time came for helping Volante. It was only lucky that he had forgotten and was now dead; gone for good.

“Deon?” Clarice whispered from the kitchen sink where she was washing dishes. The guys were in the entertainment room but her mate heard her and was by her side in an instant. She melted as his nails touched her waist in a comforting caress and his lips drifted across the side of her neck.

“Yes, Clarice.”

She scrubbed the dishes for a few seconds, gathering her courage. “When will you turn me?”

The Shadow vampire had completely expected that and he merely kissed her cheek softly. “Whenever you want me to do so.”

It had been so different between them after the battle. Deon no longer put limits on their relationship or what she wanted. The only reason she was still a virgin and had not been changed was because of her own nervousness. She now pushed it to the back of her mind and leaned back against the solid form behind her, unconsciously drying her hands on the towel in front of her.

For the last few days she had silently been contemplating the relationship between them and was still afraid of the thought of intimacy. It still embarrassed her to think about it but they had almost gotten to that stage when she had backed out. Surprisingly, Deon was not angry and simply left her alone for the night to ensure that he did not do something he would regret. Clarice sighed through her nose. Her mate had been so patient with her, so caring, so tender, and so gentle with her.

Deon sensed her uneasiness naturally these days and nuzzled her neck. “I am not forcing anything upon you, my darling. Don’t push yourself for my expense.”

Clarice sighed angrily now and turned to face him, eyes narrowing up to his gorgeous face. “And why not? You’ve always considered what I want but I’ve never done that for you.”

The vampire smiled gently. “I’m not the human here, nor am I the virgin.”

“That’s not the point!” she hissed quietly, her cheeks burning furiously and she glanced behind him to the entertainment room. Hopefully, no one could hear their conversation.

“That is the point. That’s what you’re worried about: losing your virginity and becoming an immortal.”

Chagrin was clear in her expression and she sighed angrily again. If only he knew that she wanted to give him what he wanted. Actually, he probably did know. He stared at her and crossed his arms with an exasperated look. He had become more…flexible with his expressions. It wasn’t really that much of an improvement since she now knew what he was feeling and that did not help anything. Especially in moments like this.

“You’re being far too considerate!” she snapped. It was the first time in four weeks that she had lashed out at him but all this consideration – although it was nice – could become overly consistent and very, very annoying.

“What would you prefer?” he said quietly and his voice dropped on octave – something sexier and more alluring. He leaned in, resting his hands on either side of her on the kitchen sink. “Do you want me to take you against your will?”

No matter how hard she tried, she could not stop the anxious shudder that slid down her spine at the sound of his voice and what he implied. Heat flowed through her system and his eyes narrowed.

“Decide, love. If you don’t want me to be considerate…” he left the sentence hanging, giving her the choice before he really did decide. Clarice completely panicked. She tried to run from him but he blocked her off with his arms and his body. He kept her close to the kitchen sink and leaned down to lick the side of her neck slowly. Clarice shivered.

“Don’t run from me, love. I enjoy a chase too much.”

Clarice tried to concentrate on breathing properly but was fairing quite badly. It was a little hard to do so when you had a really hot and sexy Shadow vampire in front of you making you chose between getting laid and being turned immortal or for them to go back to being considerate. The teenager nibbled her bottom lip, trying to ignore the vampire as his eyes stared at her face, calculating her expression. Of course she wanted to be that close to him but she was too nervous, too young, too everything! She swallowed hard and looked up from under her lashes at him.

“Deon…I want to…but…you know…I’m nervous and – can I have more time to think about this?”

Deon’s lips curled into a devastatingly sexy smirk. “No. Decide now before I do.”

Clarice gaped at him. What would happen if he did decide? She didn’t want to think about that. The look in his eyes, the tone of his voice and his body language was enough to tell her what he would decide. She tried contacting Morza but her dragon gently pushed her out.

This is your decision alone, Clarice. Do what will make you happy - don’t worry about Deon.

The advice of her dragon wasn’t enough to make a firm decision in her mind. Somehow, she was a little scared of Deon this way. He was unpredictable. He had not been like this when she had asked him for what she wanted ages ago.

How old had her mother been? Practically the same age but perhaps a little more mature in that area. She had not objected to Vincent’s persistent actions. The thought of her parents made her wince and she kicked that out. What did she want? She knew what she wanted but she was afraid to get it. All she was doing was going around in circles! She made for a different approach, one that would give her a couple more hours to make up her mind. It was only nine pm.

Anger was the only way she could get herself out of this one. “Don’t push me, all right?” she snapped dangerously but her voice jumped a little. She placed her hands against his chest and tried to push him away. It startled her when he didn’t move. His expression was the same but smugness had appeared.

“You’re not a very good actress.” He breathed in her ear.

Clarice froze and stared up at him, uncomprehending. That was supposed to work. This didn’t look good. She was too young for this! Apparently, Deon didn’t seem to follow the same thinking pattern. Was he over being considerate or was he just doing this to scare her? No, he was definitely serious.

“Did you hear what I said, Clarice?”

“Oh. Sorry, no.”

“I said that if you don’t decide in the next ten seconds, I am going to make my own decision.”

“Hold on.” She held up a hand in front of his face. “Didn’t you ask me if I wanted you to take me against my will? Asking me would mean that I’m willing so – oops.” She covered her mouth with her raised hand; had she just been a genuine idiot and dug herself a really, really deep hole? Yes. She had.

Deon leaned back a fraction and his expression became darker. Clarice’s eyes widened and they stared at each other, well-aware of what was going through each others minds. He could quite easily just grab her and take her upstairs. Her stomach tightened and his eyes glinted in turn.

Clarice did the only thing she could to distract him from just transporting them upstairs. She stood up on her tip-toes and kissed him very gently on his soft lips. He was a little surprised at first, immobile under her lips before he began to kiss her back, sweeping his tongue across her lips. She moaned and his tongue slid into her mouth, caressing her hot, wet cavern with soft languid strokes. Clarice managed to free herself enough to breathe and tried to escape out of his arms.

“Oh, no, my dear,” Deon’s arms suddenly circled tightly around her frame and she yelped. It hadn’t hurt her, just scared the hell out of her. “Don’t think you can just do that and walk away.”

“Deon, I was trying to distract you.” She whispered and tugged at his unmoving arms that acted as vices around her body.

“Wrong way to do it. You have my undivided attention now, my mate.”

This was not good. She wriggled in his arms, just like a cat that wanted to be put down. A cat lover would not usually put the cat down; it would hold it, even if it got them scratched. Clarice was the cat and he was the cat lover. She blinked once and blinked again to find herself in their bedroom with the very large, very comfy bed metres away from them. The only light on was the one drifting in from their bathroom and it sent light over the entire expanse of the room. Clarice gulped. Her clothing would not help the situation. She was wearing a simple white nightgown and panties, nothing else to protect her from a very inconsiderate vampire that had made up his mind.

Surprisingly, he freed her of his embrace and moved away towards the door. Clarice heard the click and every single muscle of her body just told her to run, run somewhere far away from the vampire.

“Deon…” her voice was full of anxiousness. It was really creepy to see him in the half-light. He looked much more dangerous to her.

His voice seemed to echo from the semi-darkness. “Clarice.”

So, ask yourself this: what do you do when you have a vampire intent on having you?

Clarice asked herself the same question but couldn’t figure out the exact answer she wanted and said vampire was beginning to move. He started to walk very slowly out of the shadows, tall and imposing. It was as though he was giving her plenty of time to move away from him and move towards him at the same time. If this was truly his intent, he didn’t seem fussed to rush it. She had no way out so why should he bother?

The teenager moved as far away from the bed as she was able – an impressive five metres because of the rooms immense size. She was also careful not to go near corners because the vampire was following her movements.

“Deon, please, I want you to be considerate for a few more hours!” she stressed and moved again as he followed her.

“I’m being considerate now, Clarice. If I wasn’t, you would have been there right now.” He inclined his head towards the bed. Clarice didn’t like that. It would be so easy for him to get what he wanted.

“I’m not ready for this.”

“I know.” His answer startled her.

“What? I thought-”

“In a few hours, you will make up your mind.”

“What makes you so confident?”

“Senses. Your scent is getting very…alluring.” His voice dropped to a purr. Huh. Maybe he was thinking her mind would be made up in minutes with the way he was acting. She’d already made up her mind! She was far too scared and uptight. Clarice kept a three metre distance between them for as long as possible and payed no attention to the time. Couldn’t she just call for help? She linked her mind with the Dragon Lord.

Hello, Clarice.

Samoda, I need help. Deon is really scaring me.

Trust him, Clarice. He may seem like one to go against a persons will but he wont with you…well, he can use persuasion I suppose…I can’t help you. Sorry.

Of all the times he could have chosen – the Dragon Lord chose not to save her this time. Revenge was going to descend upon him sometime tomorrow. Big revenge! Maybe she could persuade Sandarac to pash him. Or was that going over-board? No. The only thing that was over-board at this time was this particular situation. The fear in her had dissipated since he wasn’t trying to close the distance. Was he just playing with her? Was Samoda really sure that he wouldn’t do anything that went against her will? Strangely, she wanted to test that theory.

It was as though he sensed the change or used his telekinesis. Either way, he was moving a little bit faster but still fast enough to block her into a corner. Clarice mentally kicked herself as she shrank back into the wall. The vampire was three paces away. She had one chance. She darted to the left and then to the right to confuse him. He snagged her arm and put her right in the corner. Now she was screwed. There was minimal distance between them.

“Was that fun?” he said quietly and smiled.

“No.” she growled and glared at him, trying to ignore the long fingers sliding down her arms to rest on her waist. “I made up my mind. I am not ready.”

“It hasn’t past an hour yet.”

“Let me go, Deon.” She whispered. This wasn’t funny. She felt like a caged animal but the curiosity was still there.

The Shadow vampire moved right up against her and she gasped. One, soft word was uttered from his lips. “No.”

Clarice almost melted into a puddle as he kissed her. It was different to the other kisses they had shared. The fervour had lessened. It was more intimate. So, if he had to wait, he may as well try to persuade. That was the worst thing about vampires. They could persuade someone just be looking at them but using physical persuasion was just unfair: Clarice’s definition of a vampire cheating, in other words. No, she was going to be stubborn and he could be the persuader. She remained unmoving, even though she wanted to respond to his touches.

His lips left hers and he murmured, “I have all night, Clarice.” He kissed her neck and nipped at the lobe of her ear gently. She curled her fingers into her palm and dug the nails into her flesh to stop herself from making a sound. Deon’s cold fingers unwound them and the pad of his thumb brushed the top of her hand.

“Don’t hurt yourself.” He whispered and brought her closer to his body. She hid her face against his chest so that he was unable to kiss her. That was worse. His hands decided to travel. His right stayed on her waist while the other drifted down her leg. She froze. His hand continued its downward travel and slipped under her nightgown. Now, this reaction was highly expected. Clarice nearly jumped two feet in the air and squeaked.

“What are you doing!” she shouted, quite shaken. His hand didn’t move. It was only at her mid-thigh but that was far too close.

“Clarice, I won’t hurt you.”

“It’s embarrassing and inappropriate.”

“Embarrassing it may be but considering the situation, it is appropriate.”

She turned a bright shade of red and tried to move away from him. Of course, he didn’t let her do that. Clarice set her resolve. It didn’t matter what he did. She wouldn’t show any pleasurable reaction to it! The hand continued its joyful little trek and his fingers touched the edge of her panties. Her breath hitched in her throat. No one should be able to have their fingers or any other part of their body near there!

“Deon, don’t.” she whispered, quite afraid of what she would feel if he did touch her. He obviously knew what would happen if he did.

The vampire chuckled softly and leaned down to press his lips to her forehead. “Why are you so afraid, Clarice?”

“B-because…every girl is scared of losing their virginity, even if they love the guy and I’m no different.”

Instead of the fingers reaching their goal, they drifted away and his hand returned to her waist. Clarice sighed quietly in relief as he let go of her. She took the invitation and skittered past him, almost comically. Perhaps she could still unlock the door. Was it a key or just a lock? She reached the door. And it was only her bad luck that stopped her from escaping. It was a keyhole and the object to unlock it wasn’t sitting there.

“Deon.” She turned to him, eyes suddenly narrowed and flaring brightly. “Let me out of here, right now.”

How mean would she have to get to escape?

The vampire did not reply. All he did was remove the key from his pocket and held it up for her to see and then he sat down on the bed and crossed his legs in the normal boy fashion, once again repeating, “I have all night.”

So, it was a test of wills. Clarice sat down against the door and stared at the floor.

Seconds passed.

The clock on the wall ticked.

She was more afraid of him coming to get her then of going over there to him.

Ten minutes passed and she was still too stubborn to move.

Half-an-hour eventually drifted by and she heard footsteps. She made to call out but her senses told her to look at her mate. He had a finger to his lips and spoke quietly but loud enough so that his voice drifted.

“I’m being considerate, Clarice. The only people that are tolerating or know about this are Samoda, Morza and Vinarius. Anyone else will come to your rescue if you call them. But, if you try to, I will come over and get you myself.”

It was another test of wills. Clarice heard her uncle’s voice. Hope flittered through her. She stood up and turned to the door, raising her fist to pound on it and yell for him. The hope acted much like a candle at that point. It wanned and burned out as a hand curled around her wrist and another over her mouth. Clarice struggled futilely with him as he effortlessly pulled her towards the bed. Fear, anxiety, curiosity and anticipation coursed through her system all at once. It was a jumble of emotions that left her confused and a little less scared as Deon despotised her on the bed. She tried to get up but he pushed her right the way down so that she was flat on her back. The dangerous vampire loomed over her and smirked.

“I wasn’t joking.”

“I can see that.” She said very quietly and flinched as he cupped the side of her face, making her look up at him.

“You want this. I want this. What is holding you against that?”

“Fear.” She answered simply and a little confidently. Would that be enough to stop him?

It was apparent that that wasn’t going to be enough as he smiled gently at her.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t rush this either.” His voice dropped to the octave she loved. “I’ll be gentle with you.”

Lips descended on hers and they were exactly as he had said: gentle. Perhaps she could just go along with it and freak out later. She responded to his kiss this time, kissing him back in her pathetically inexperienced way. He did not climb over her like he did when was he was playing, he stayed by her side, trying not to intimidate her.

It wasn’t as scary as she had remembered it to be. He wasn’t in any rush and neither was she. This time, she allowed the feelings to flow through her system. The feelings were all new to her. His lips moved to the base of her neck and he placed small tender kisses over the flesh and then moved to the side of her neck. Clarice gasped and curled the silk sheets around her fingers as he nipped and sucked at her skin.

“Deon…” she moaned softly and he kissed her lips again, either to quieten her or to comfort her. She wasn’t sure. She barely noticed as his other hand rested on her other side. Appreciation for him made another appearance in her thought progress and she rolled her eyes behind her lids - just another typical thought for the always considerate vampire.

Deon moved away from her to rest on his side. She turned towards him. “What are you doing?”

“Giving you a break.”

“Oh…you don’t need to. You could always just let me walk out of the room…” she faded off as his expression changed to that of dangerous and compelling.

“No chance of that.” He kissed her again. Clarice twitched as his hand rested on her waist and slid down her leg, around her knee and then lifted her leg up to hitch it against his hip. Clarice gasped and stared at his handsome face, almost questioningly. She did not want to think about the fact that he could be in an interesting position if he rolled them. The vampire continued kissing her, keeping his hand firmly behind her knee so that she was unable to pull away from him. He rolled to the left, bringing her up onto him and she was now straddling him for the first time in their relationship.

Deon laughed at her shocked expression. “You’re only going to be in that position once tonight.”

“Thanks for that.” She snapped.

She gasped as he rolled them again and she was suddenly in the position that had scared her a few weeks ago. He was straddling her waist. Clarice focused on breathing properly, trying not to get excited.

“Don’t fight it, love. That’s what scared you last time.”

Did he have to remind her? Of course he did; just to make it that much more embarrassing for her.

Deon pressed his lips to hers and made a purring sound in his chest to reassure her. It did help somewhat and she kissed him back a little more enthusiastically then before. He moved so that one knee was between her legs and the other was on the outside. The vampire did it subconsciously, he moved his thigh gently against her front and that was enough friction to cause a reaction in the young female. She squeaked and her face flushed red both with pleasure and embarrassment. Deon smirked and continued to rub his thigh against her sex. Clarice withered beneath him and was soon panting, unaware of how much there was left to intimacy.

Before she had any chance to protest, the vampire pushed the edge of her nightgown up to her waist and smirked as he saw her Betty Boop panties.

“Interesting choice.” He muttered and smiled devilishly. That particular smile caused her insides to curl further inwards.

“Deon!” she yelped in embarrassment. He did not answer her but kissed her again. The hand that acted much like a snake was back again, drifting up her stomach to the underside of her breasts.

She opened her mouth to yell at him when his free hand suddenly stopped her.

“Now, Clarice. I don’t want to finish this too soon so try to keep as quiet as possible.”

She whimpered against his hand as the other continued to drift across the underside of her breasts teasingly.

“Arms up.” He said quietly.

Clarice knew immediately why he would ask her that. She folded her arms across her chest. “No.”

The vampire raised his eyebrows and pressed his thigh insistently against her. She moaned quietly.

“Arms up.”

She did this time and slammed her eyes shut as she felt the nightgown leave her and reveal her developed breasts. The cold pebbled her skin with goose-bumps and she didn’t want to know what Deon’s expression was like.

“Clarice. Open your eyes, my love. Don’t be embarrassed.” His voice was soft and comforting. She opened her eyes slowly and looked up at him. His eyes were darker with lust but she wasn’t afraid. It excited her. The vampire’s lips curled into a smirk as he scented the air. Clarice arched her back as long, talented fingers began to kneed her breasts and tease the sensitive nipples. Part of her couldn’t believe that this was Deon, the other part was screaming to get laid.

Her eyes became clouded and dazed as his fingers continued their pleasurable little assault on her breasts. Heat pooled in her lower abdomen and she unconsciously wrapped her arms around the vampire’s neck. Her defence was brutally damaged now but was she willing to go further then a few pleasuring touches? Deon’s hands brought her back out of that thought and her legs twisted beneath him as she moaned quietly. She took some initiative and using her arms as a hook; she pulled his face down and kissed his lips desperately.

The ancient completely froze at her initiative. He stopped breathing.

“Careful, my love.” He cautioned her as he turned his face away from her enthusiastic lips.

Even though he had become slightly desensitised to her blood, he could still go off at the flick of a switch plus, her virginity was also at stake. Apart from her comfort, there were other reasons as to why he wanted to take this as slowly as possible. Clarice snapped her teeth together and his hands left her breasts to circle around her wrists, bringing her arms down to her sides.

The teenager panted harshly and glared at him. “So you get your way but I don’t get mine?”

“A minute ago you didn’t want this.” He uttered quietly.

Clarice blinked a couple of times before she let her arms relax and just stared up at him. “Take your clothes off.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Deon.” She whispered quietly and her cheeks flushed red. The vampire raised his eyebrows and then smirked dangerously.

“As you wish.”

Clarice could only watch in embarrassment, excitement and fascination as her mate removed his robe and tossed it over the side of the bed. His chest was pale and his well-defined abs caught her attention immediately. The pants were an ultimate problem. Seeing as her arms were free to move again, she loped them around his neck and pulled him down, kissing him enthusiastically. The vampire avoided her, lifting his chin up so that her lips landed on his neck.

“I told you, Clarice. Be careful. My control has limits.”

Caution was thrown to the wind at that point. She didn’t care anymore. He’d had enough fun. It was her turn. She kissed his neck, his chin, the side of his mouth and the whole time – Deon didn’t move. Perhaps she wasn’t thinking straight or maybe she knew what she was doing but didn’t understand the consequence. She was getting dangerously close to it.

The vampire suddenly growled a deep sound that rumbled through his chest and she found herself lying on her back with her arms held above her head. Deon’s eyes drifted from black and red but no shadows appeared. He wasn’t mad, or angry. He was aroused by her initiative. Clarice smiled a little and raised her eyebrows expectantly.

“You asked for this, mate.” His voice was very quiet, restrained. “This will be your final chance to step out for I will not stop after this.”

“I’m fine-”

Before she could even finish the sentence, his lips were upon hers, gentle but passionate. His fangs nipped her bottom lip and drew blood. Clarice gasped in pain and shock. The vampire took the advantage and his tongue slid inside her mouth, attacking her own tongue and fangs joined the play. The teenager was bombarded with new sensations – heat poured into her lower abdomen and began to throb insistently, demanding attention. She was only half-aware of Deon’s hand sliding over her breasts, her waist, and her stomach and stopped at the edge of her panties. Her breath hitched in her throat as a single digit was pushed against her. A great shudder of delight spread through her and she cried out.

“Hmm. Already wet.” The vampire summarised with a purr and swept down upon her lips before she could interrupt.

Deon lengthened one of his nails and ripped through her underwear into shreds in a matter of seconds and pressed his entire hand against her. Clarice whimpered and tried to lift her hips to create more pressure but that vampire instantly let go of her wrists and held her down. Her arms – now free of restraints – circled around his neck.

“Deon…” she whimpered, her voice strained with both sudden fear and excitement.

“Sssh, love. I won’t hurt you.”

That was questionable since his eyes were still changing colours. Protests were muffled as he pressed his lips against hers. She was not expecting what happened next. He slipped his index finger inside her. Clarice’s scream lasted for a few seconds before she bit her tongue.

It was too late. Footsteps were suddenly heard outside the door and it was thrown open.

“Oh, my God!” Mike’s eyes were wide and horror-struck as he stared at Deon’s bare back.

“What’s all this fuss about – what the fu-” Sandarac’s eyes went as wide as Mike’s and the two just stared. Deon didn’t move and neither did Clarice. They just stared at each other, unsure of what to do being caught in the act.

It certainly was an uncomfortable moment, especially when Volante walked in and fainted.

The Dragon Lord proceeded in next and his eyebrows rose a fraction. “Well, this is interesting. Would it help if I said: lock the door next time?”

Clarice frowned. Hadn’t Deon locked the door? Mike must have broken it.

The Shadow vampire lowered his head and growled quietly, “Just once I’d like to throw him through a wall.”

“I heard that.”

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THE END

A/N: That’s all folks. It’s been rather fun, hasn’t it? And to anyone out there that doesn’t like the ending or finds it completely inappropriate please let me know so that I may ignore you for the rest of my writing existence. I’m joking guys. If you didn’t like it, tell me. I won’t change it unless the whole majority of the readers hate it. Again, let me know. I do hope you enjoyed it.

To anyone that would like another story…don’t just say, “Another sequel! Another sequel!” Explain to me what you want. Well, until then, I must go now because the good guys that died are starting to give me the evil look.

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