finally the very last chapter hope you liked it

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Trent barely managed to get me behind the table in time before a wave of ever after energy caused the glass of the surrounding shelves to burst.

"I thought he wanted you alive?" Trent was screaming over the noise. I asked myself which of the potions I should use first and grumbled.

"Apparently he has changed his mind" I threw the first good night potion but Al dogged it skillfully. Dammit this was so going wrong, I knew it. I stuffed a few bottles of holy water in my pants, just in case I needed them. Trent was sitting a bit helpless behind me and did not really know what to do. But me, right now I was on top of my game.

As Al was continuously moving closer I threw a couple more sleeping potions. They also missed their target. Now I only had two left. All or nothing I thought and rolled towards Al.

Trent wanted to hold me back eyes full of terror but he was not quick enough. I came back on my feet right in front of Al and threw my first potion. Sadly he was quicker than me and dematerialized into fog just to jump at my throat again seconds later. Just like I said: nasty habits.

The last good night potion slipped through my fingers and fell to the floor. Al pushed my back against the wall and I could hear my ribs crack. The air left my lungs. "Silly, silly witch" Al whispered and enforced his pressure on me in order to lift me from the ground. My thoughts travelled to the holy water that was still in my pants. There was no way I could reach it.

"Rachel" Trent shouted and I saw a potion flying my way. I grabbed it out of the air before Al could get it. It was a pink bottle. Al's goat like pupils contracted suspiciously.

"What am I supposed to do with that" I gasped as loud as I could. I was holding the love potion and Trent looked from the holy water in his hand to the pink bottle in mine, confused. Then he looked slightly embarrassed. Al, who did not know that it was a love potion, seized the moment and snatched the bottle out of my grip. Loosening the hold on my throat he threw it at Trent. The flask hit him and wetted his shirt but other than that nothing happened. Al shrugged ant turned back to me.

"I love you Aliagarept" totally stunned Al starred at Trent who walked towards him arms wide open.

"What the turn…" Even though I was pretty surprised myself I seized the moment. As Al was distracted I kicked him hard into the abdomen. He gasped in pain and stumbled back. Triumphant I pulled out the holy water but when I wanted to throw it Trent barged in between. "You can't hurt him" I let out an exasperated sigh. That was the reason why I hated love potions. They always hit the wrong person.

"Shut it Trent" I shouted as I picked up the sleeping potion I had dropped earlier and threw it at him. He fell over immediately.

"That" the demon who had recovered by now said "was a mistake" Well I thought so too. My only help lay on the floor, unconscious and I was alone in a room with a demon. Like a berserker Al came at me. I was done for. This time I was for sure. Even if I could hit him with the holy water my chances of getting out of here as a free witch were almost zero.

Suddenly Al stopped. "Bloody hell" he swore while he was growing transcended "We shall meet again Rachel Mariana Morgan." The last things to vanish were his red goat eyes and then he was gone. I let out my breath, relieved. The sunrise had saved me. Again.

Slowly I was robbing towards Trent. Despite a small wound on his face he seemed to be unharmed. Thank god! What exactly would it tell you about me and my bodyguard skills if the most influential man in whole Cincy would have been brought to the hospital because of me. My ribs were bruised but they would be okay if I got a little bed rest, which I surely would not get anyways.

I searched for a bucket with salt water and poured it over Trent. The love potion and the good night potion should be reversed now. I leaned over Trent and when he opened his eyes I grinned enthusiastically. "We're still alive" I declared.

"And that is good because…?" he wanted to know. I helped him get up

"Hey … well … thank you" I said as I was cleaning the wound on his cheek with a rag. "You saved my live tonight."

Trent looked at me with big green eyes. "What" I bellowed because I started to feel a bit queasy.

He softly shook his head. "Nothing it's just this is one for the books. Rachel Morgan is thanking me."

"I would thank you more often if you would give me reason to more often" I joked.

Suddenly he raised himself higher up and stopped my hand with the towel that was patting his cheek. His face was getting closer to mine and I was confused. What the turn was he doing? I was sitting still while he was leaning in more and more. We were only millimeters apart. Then I could feel his lips softly touching mine and I froze but did not back away.

All of a sudden there was loud talking from the hallway. "We shouldn't have left Sah'an alone!"

"Calm down Elasbeth"

"You can't leave him out of your side for even a minute"

Trent pulled away but lingered close to my face and his breath was warm upon my lips when he started to speak. "Thank you" he whispered. I wanted to ask him what for but he finally backed away and Elasbeth followed by Gwen and Jonathan came in the door. Or what was left of it. Elasbeth hurried to Trent at once and cast me a wicked look. Gwen and Jonathan looked around the devastated room. "Sah'an…" Gwen started to say but Trent interrupted him. "Mrs. Morgan and I had a little, nasty problem. But we could solve it. Couldn't we?" he gave me a questioning look. I just nodded benumbled.

It was only when I was standing in front of the iron gate that this numbness was wearing off. Rachel you kissed Trent Kalamack! I almost had a panic attack. Could it be that when he said he was in love with someone… No don't be ridiculous Rachel. Side effects of the love potion that was all that was to it. I ran my fingers through my hair and waved at the security cameras.

But one thing was for sure. Kisten would never hear a word about this.