Hi guys. I've decided to do a series of little scenes where Valkyrie dies! I dont know why. I'm not psycologically disturbed o.O

It just seemed neccisary. I have a lot of things like this going through my mind.

I'm weird, I know...

This first one is where Valkyrie and Skulduggery are out, investigating a murder scene, when something... gruesome happens to Valkyrie, and Skulduggery holds her hand while she dies.

Touching, right? ;)

Valkyrie and Skulduggery stood by the door of 54 Main Street, while Skulduggery knocked on the door politely.

"You know the person who lived here is dead, right?" Valkyrie asked, giving Skulduggery a weird look.

Skulduggery looked at her and tilted his head. "Of course, silly. This is a murder scene. Of course the person's dead." He kicked the door open with one kick. "You're impressed right now, aren't you?"

"No."

"Yes you are."

"I'm really not."

They went on like that for a few more minutes, until Valkyrie got bored and walked into the house, cutting Skulduggery off in mid-sentance.

Valkyrie gasped when she saw what was waiting for her inside the house. A man, or what was once a man, lay in the middle of the floor. He was bloodied and his flesh was torn apart in large slices down his back. They looked like claw marks, from a vampire.

Valkyrie shuddered.

"Looks like a vampire attack to me," Skulduggery said from behind her, making Valkyrie jump. She turned around and glared at him.

"I noticed that too. Wait. Where's his head?" Valkyrie said, noticing that his head was not attached to his body.

"I'd say it's elsewhere."

"I noticed."

Valkyrie slowly walked toward the body, taking caution that the man did not jump up as a zombie or whatever it was the body did in that movie she'd seen last night. When she got close enough, she relaxed and knelt beside the body.

Skulduggery looked at her strangely. "You are strange, Valkyrie."

Valkyrie gave him a small smile. "I know. Thank you. I guess we've got to look around in the rooms for more clues, yadda yadda yadda. Right?"

"You are correct."

"Then off I go, to whatever room is back there," Valkyrie said, walking away from the remains of that man. It was gruesome. She didn't want to be near it anymore. She opened the door to the bedroom at the end of the hall, and just as she closed it, she heard a low growl. She froze, turning to face whoever was there. No one.

Valkyrie shrugged, returning to the investigation at hand. She opened the door to a closet, and a pale, white face with terribly sharp teeth and no hair greeted her. A vampire.

Valkyrie shrieked, and the vampire lunged at her, its razor-sharp claws slicing across her stomach. She cried out and backed away.

She cursed herself for forgetting her protective clothing.

She backed into the wall, summoning fire in her hands, throwing it at the vampire. It had very little effect. The vampire just snarled and jumped at her, knocking the bookshelf over in front of the door. The books scattered across the floor.

Valkyrie grabbed shadows and sharpened them. She slashed at the vampire with the shadows, and the vampire staggered. She heard Skulduggery at the door, trying to break through the bookshelf barrier. He called her name and she shrieked his back, terror and pain edging her voice. Her call to him was followed by a long, bloodcurdling scream as the vampire dug its claws into Valkyrie's chest and swept downwards, opening her whole torso area.

She pushed the vampire off of her with her feet and crawled away, only to be pulled back by the vampire's sharp claws digging into her ankles and dragging her. She cried out in pain. The vampire went for her throat, but she moved and it slashed her cheek instead. Blood poured from her wounds. She was getting weaker.

The door flew open and the bookshelf was flung at the vampire, knocking it off of Valkyrie. She rolled away, but the vampire growled and slashed its claws across her back. She screeched. The vampire went still as the bookshelf fell down onto its head, crushing it.

Valkyrie curled up and whimpered. Skulduggery rushed over to her side and knelt beside her. He didn't bother with comforting her, telling her it was alright. Valkyrie knew better. Comforting words wouldn't help.

Skulduggery reached out and rolled her over to face him. "Valkyrie! What happened? Are you alright?"

Valkyrie didn't bother stating the obvious. She opened her eyes as she started to go numb. "Skul...duggery..." she said. It was one word, barely even there, but it meant so much more to Skulduggery.

Skulduggery lifted her head into his lap and brushed her hair out of her eyes. "Valkyrie. Don't leave me. I need you. Please." he said, his voice soft and gentle. Valkyrie's blood was dripping onto his exquisite suit, but he didn't care.

"I'm... sorry..." Valkyrie whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek. She looked over at the vampire and was reminded of a certain vampire who is no longer spoken of. She banished the thought of him from her fading mind.

"This isn't your fault. Don't apologize," Skulduggery whispered.

Valkyrie's eyes were glassy and unfocused. "Until... the end..." she managed to get out, her voice barely even a whisper. She was going fast.

"Until the end, Valkyrie."

And then Valkyrie's life came to an end. Her eyes fluttered shut and she went limp in Skulduggery's arms.

And no, I do not support Valduggery.