A/N: Ah, I am sad to say this is the end of our tale! Thank you everyone for your reviews and for making this story so fun to write. Now, there will be a longer sequel to it and I'll post an expert as the next chapter, so stay tuned in. As you can tell by the ending, the sequel will hopefully be quiet filling. Just so everyone knows, Blanche was Snow White, the world Blanche meaning white. So yes, her name was 'White White'. She ate a poisoned apple and her stepmother was a vain witch. Rose was Sleeping Beauty, who pricked her finger on her sixteenth birthday. So, enjoy and thanks again!
Nick sighed and ran a haggard hand over his face. The cleanup from the 'Beauty Queen Massacre' had not been pretty to say the least. Hank had found Nick still clutching Elaine's limp body a few moments after she died and had quickly removed him from the crime scene. With no way to describe the destruction Nick simply said that Helen White had knocked Nick out and dragged him into the underground room where the rest of the ladies were. After admitting to killing Rose and Blanche, Helen had tried to kill Nick with his own gun but instead started a struggle in which everyone except Helen, Nick and Blanche were left. Elaine had then killed Helen and herself, leaving Nick alone in the body filled room. Surprisingly enough, the chief had believed him, only asking for Nick's gun for evidence.
Nick was now at home, a plate of steaming spaghetti in front of him and Juliette by his side. "Hey, it's okay." She purred, patting his arm lovingly. Nick poked at his pasta. "No, it's not okay Juliette. All those woman are dead, and I witnessed it!" She sighed. "I know babe, I know. Just think, you stopped Helen White from killing again." Nick mulled it over internally. "It's part of being a cop." He finally said. Juliette nodded and kissed his cheek. "That's right." She smiled. "Now eat your pasta." Nick rolled his eyes and obeyed.
Later that night as they were climbing into bed there was an odd banging noise downstairs. "Is someone breaking into the house again?" Juliette asked in a hushed voice. Nick grabbed his replacement gun and slid out from underneath the covers. "Stay here." He whispered. She nodded and pulled the covers tighter around her. Nick crept into the hallway, careful to not make any sounds. It soon became clear though that the house was empty. Nick realized and dropped his gun to his side when Juliette screamed, the sound cutting across the still air. "Juliette?" He called his voice hoarse. There was no reply. Nick booked up the stairs, taking three in a single bound. "Juliette?" He yelled, bursting into the bedroom. The room was destroyed, sheets tossed around the room and the window smashed. Nick ran to the window and stuck his head out of the now glass free hole.
"Juliette?" He whispered.
The wind was his only response. He looked desolately down at his hands; they were surrounded by golden dust.