Here's the last chapter, finally completed!! YAY. lol. Okay so this is it guys and gals. I am totally excited to be start working on new fanfic, cause now i have a whole lot of time in my hands lol. Anyways that you so very much, for you reviews. They motivated me to keep on writing. To know that there's people out there who actually enjoy the crap i write lol. Thank you guys, rally thank you SO MUCH. : )

We landed in the church from the ever-after. Trent and I side by side, holding each other's hand. We were in the living room, and there were many worried faces sitting on the couches and chairs. Quen, Ceri, Ivy, Jenks, Keasley, and even the tall freak of nature, Jonathan. The surprised on their face was obvious, though Quen and Ivy had stood in a protective stand, ready for a fight, before they made out that it was Trent and I, and not someone else. When they finally realise it was only us, relief was written on their faces. and After relief came a warm welcome. But i didn't feel the warmth. I felt out of place, strange and lost. As if i was watching it from an outsiders point of view. I was aware that despite differences here they stood all worrying together. Some part of me, was glad to see them. the part of me that could feel anything at all.

I saw Quen, throw his arms around Trent and grab him into a hug. Trent hugged him back, and some distant part of me thought it was funny to see Trent hug someone. I felt Ivy move close to me and automatically i took a step back and flinched. I hated myself for doing that again and this time to Ivy, but i just couldn't help myself. If someone touched me they could hurt me. I knew that nobody here would hurt me with the exception of Jonathan and maybe Trent. But i learned long ago that knowing and feeling and two different things. Mind and soul are two different entities.
"Rachel...hun...-" And this time i crossed the space between Ivy and I and hugged her. I held on tight and she held me tight. She put her chin on top of my head, and wrapped her arms around me. She was Ivy, she loved me. She was safety. She was a harbor to this world. She was home.

JEnks now flew in the air, his little pixy self inches from my face. I could see the worry look in his tiny face. His wings battered fast also reflecting his anxiety.

"Hey, Jenks, How's Matalina?" My voice was low. I made an effort, to sound normal for their sakes. I knew it'll be long time since i could feel normal again but they were worried enough already. I didn't want to add to that.

I could hear Trent, talking to Jonathan and Quen, their voices low and a bit muffled. It was hard to try to catch what they were saying and i made no effort to try to understand. I didn't care.

"She's doing okay Rache...Tink's panties Rache we thought you were going to die...I am so glad your here..." He paused and then added to lighten the mood. "You can pay your part of the rent now."

"Yes sir." I said and smiled.

I pulled away from Ivy. I needed sometime alone. Reunions can be painful. "You guys i am gonna go shower and change, I don't think Alistair's choice of wardrobe does anything for me." I smiled at them.

"Yeah go do that, Well be right here." I knew that somehow Ivy sensed that i wasn't truly myself at this moment. Her words came out with no strain or worries, soft and nice. But i could see that her brown eyes shone with worry. I could see that she was afraid of what had happened to me. That made two of us, I was terrified.

I began walking out of the living room, but then remembered that it was Trent after all who had...rescued me, or at least tries to.

"Trent," I looked at him and it seemed that he was already looking at me. "Thank you for trying. If you want me to do a run for you just...call me or something."

Trent stood there stunned. It seemed like he didn't know what to say. For that matter everybody looked kind of stunned, as if i had just grown a second head, and for all i knew maybe i had. I took one last look at him standing in my living room next to Quen and Jonathan, and now his expression grew irritated and angry. His bright green eyes stood out against his bruised face and his wispy hair. And i thought once again that even with the bruises on his cheek, his jaw, even with the busted lip he looked beautiful. Dear god. He'd taken a smut for me.

I turned and my way towards the bathroom.

And when i got there i breathed. I could fall apart and nobody would have to know. I turned on the shower head, and threw the robes on the floor, a distant part of me thought it was strange to be wearing underwear or something close to it. What did demons care about flashing.

Naked i stood under the shower, letting the freezing water fall over me. My breath hitched and i gasped for breath but i didn't use any hot water. The cold water helped me think, it washed away the fog from my mind. And as the fog of the last weeks or rather decades faded i became angry. My anger grew by the second. Good. Anger was better than being fearful and broken. Anger was going to help me. In my anger i put my hand over my mouth and screamed. My scream was muffled by my hand and the running water covered the sound. The sound sounded wild, something that shouldn't come out of a human. And perhaps i felt like an animal. A beaten cornered animal who was about to fight back. I screamed until my throat felt raw and my body felt week. And when i finally felt exhausted i sat in the bathtub with my knees to my chin letting the freezing water wash away everything I've been deprived of.

* * *

"Morgan, Just the person i was looking for." I looked up from my coffee. To watch a tall woman with long brown and golden skin walk up to me and sit on the chair in front of me. I knew her eyes, brown but not dull more like the color of Autumn leaves. I silently cursed myself for not paying more attention to my surroundings, sure this coffee-shop was a safe place and sure my back was to the wall but that wasn't everything that keeps you safe.

"Riley?" I genuinely smiled at her.

"The one and only Rache. How's life treating you?...Last time i saw you was on TV and you were being manhandled by a demon." Riley was also a witch. She and I had gone to school together what seemed like a lifetime away.

"Last time i saw you your ass was getting hauled to jail, for...what was it by the way, punching an officer, trying to kill your history professor...?" Seeing Riley again was distracting me. Just what i needed, a distraction from my current life problems. Riley reminds me somewhat of myself, even though we look nothing alike we have similar personalities, impulsive, hardheaded among other things. And like me she was also a runner.

"All of the above." She smiled like she was proud of it. Showing all her strong white teeth. "I have a business proposition for you. I've been looking for someone i could trust, and when i saw you here i think your the best for it."

I raised my eyebrow at her waiting to see what mess she's gotten herself into this time.

"Oh don't worry, this is quite easy."

"Right" I laughed, her ideas of easy were different from the rest of the world.

"My contractor is absolutely sure that Trenton Kalamack-" I pride myself in saying i did not twitch or flinch at his name, though my body wanted to. "-is not what he appears to be. You see,-" I could already see the excitement building in her eyes as she told me about it. "-He's been doing research on Kalamack for a long time,...many in the magical community know Kalamack is not as human or as...nice as he portrays, and my contractor,- Thomas Jones, is his name, he knows what Kalamack is Rachel. He has proof as to what Kalamack is and he has dirt on him." She smiled at me, beaming.

"What type of dirt?"

"Kalamack is dealing with brimstone and there are many...fallen lives at his feet. Thomas has proof about Kalamack's dealings but the last thing he needs is proof of what he really is....He wants to expose him, all one big bang and bring him down."

"Riley, i don't think messing with Trent is a good idea." God knows hell probably kill her for trying to uncover what he is. I wonder why he didn't kill this Jones guy already.

"Your on first name basis with him." This time she raised an eyebrow, mocking my earlier gesture. "Do you know what he is?"

"No, I don't and i recommend you don't try to find out either."

"Why not?" Because he will probably kill you and your body will never be found again. That is what i wanted to tell her but of course i didn't. So this was what it was like when people tried to convince me not to do something. I knew that because Riley was so much like me she was probably going to do it anyways.

"Why do it?" I reverse the question.

"Wouldn't you like to be part of the end of that bastard? find out what he is? if you don't already know of course...I've heard your very personal with Kalamack."

"Riles..."

"You were close and personal with him, weren't you?"

"No"

"It'll be easier if you were. Getting in would be simple for you," One of our differences is that she'll use anything or anyone to get what she wanted.

"What's the pay?"

"Nice Rachel, Real nice. What do you say?"

The first thing that came to my head was no, but after a few seconds i thought about it. I knew she saw it in my face when i finally decided. I decided to do something about it. Not to infiltrate Trent's compounds and find the proof she needed to the answer i already knew. but rather to break into Thomas Jone's home and find the evidence he held of Trent's dealings. I was going to find what Thomas Jones has on Trent and steal it. Then i was going to Trent and throwing it in his face. Tell him that i saved his secrets from exposure and that i by giving him this proof against him, instead of turning him in myself i considered myself even with him. I owed him nothing.

"Na Riles, I am leaving Kalamack alone, i have enough on my plate as it is already."

* * *

I set the large manila envelope on the passenger seat as i got into my car and started the engine. It contained basically everything that Jones had on Trent. Murders that were link to the elf and his people, connections of brimstone suppliers, pictures of Trent. I came to the conclusion that Jones was obsessed with Trent.

I'll give you a cliff note version of what i did today. Or what I've been doing in the last week.

In the last days I did extensive research on Thomas Jones. Turns out he was not a witch as i initially thought for some reason. He was actually a human with a vendetta against Trent. Reason being, i have no idea. But he was a hell of a crazie. He had a criminal record a mile long that included rape, and murder attempt, among other things. I wonder why he's running around free.

Besides my research I've been watching him, disguised in charms as a plain Jane brunette. I found his address in the local telephone book, he lived in a small one story house in a lonely broken-down neighborhood. Which was for the best. Easier to look through. I wrote down his routines, leaving for work around 10, which was a sacrifice for me becuase it's too early, and coming back around 5:40. The fact that the crazie worked everyday gave me a hell of an opportunity. So today after he left for work, I waited a while until i made sure he wasn't coming back. I parked my car a few blocks away and walked to his house. I stepped around the back and broke in. Simple as that. And finding what he had against Trent was just as easy.

As soon as i stepped inside his place i saw that this man had no life. The place was dark, desolated and simply depressing. As if nobody really lived there. I quickly opened door and found his bedroom and also found a room that was locked. I broke the lock and an office..well sort of was what the room was. An office from an obsessive physco. Walls covered in newspaper clippings, and pictures of Trent and articles. Maps with the location of what i presumed to be murders. I quickly scanned the articles. But they were only articles and they said nothing, they held no evidence.

I started searching the room. I couldn't find anything, and i leaned my hand against the wall and luckily the place i leaned in was hollow. When i pressed my hand, my hand went through and i realized there was a hole behind the papers. I quickly took the papers off and BINGO. There was a large manila envelope. I picked it up and it weighted as much as your average textbook. I quickly opened it and inside i found murders that were linked to Trent with arguments that made a lot of sense. This man had acquire the proof that i needed to turn Trent in. He had evidence about the were killings, evidence that i had no idea how he got, only that it seem as if maybe he was following Trent and main players in Trent's business like Jon. Inside there was also disks with labels such as brimstone, Angel-virus, Non-human family trees, among others. He had time-lines of everything from the turn, to the ever after. I wondered how he got his hands on those.

As simple as i got there i got out. Made my way to my car. Settled the envelope on the passenger's seat. Turned the car engine and made drove towards Trent's compounds, taking off all the disguise charms i had use along the way.

* * *

I parked my car where i wanted to in his parking lot. Well to be exact i choose a place that in case i had to run out of here i could reach my car quickly. I made my way inside ignoring all the "Maim you can't be here" an the "You need an appointment" or "Let me communicate to Mr Kalamack your here." I answered them all, with I have information for him and I'll be quick about it.

Before i got to Trent's office, i was intercepted by Jon. The tall ass freak.

"Jon dear, i have something for Trent that's going to make him happy?" I looked up at him. Have i ever mentioned how much i hate looking up at him.

"I don't think your services as a whore are required Ms. Morgan." The bastard looked at me like an insect. Then again i do wonder if that's the only way he could possibly look at me.

"Ha, you wish."

"No i don't. What i do wish for is for you to have dies as a mink, or drown, or killed by your demon...Anything but you here." He actually snarled.

"Ah-ha, just move out of my way. I got something for your Sa'han." I didn't wait for him to actually move. I pushed him out of the way. He didn't fall, but he did move. I could feel his eyes burning in holes into the back of my skull. But i simply didn't care.

I opened the door to Trent's office. Trent was sitting behind his desk. His gold wire rimmed glasses on. He wasn't wearing the jacket to his suit, it was draped in back of his chair. His shirt was a pale blue and his tie was a deep gray that matched his suit. His hair was carefully combed. He was the image of perfection.

He didn't look up as i came in. He looked deeply concentrated in his work. I could see the form of his body toned arms beneath his shirt, his broad shoulders, the contours of his chest. And automatically i thought of how they felt. And that brought back things better left forgotten.

"Hello, Rachel." He said. His voice beautiful. I didn't want to think about him. It still hurts. I still hurt for him. He finally looked up from his work. He put it inside a folder and set it aside. He took off his adorable glasses and set them on top of the folder.

I didn't say anything as i stood in front of his desk and put the large envelope in front of him.

He lifted both his eyebrows in a questioning gesture but he took the envelope from i layed it and opened it. Taking it's content out and laying them on his desk. As he did this i spoke.

"Thomas Jones. I believe this is everything he had on you. I thank you for taking a demon smut for me, but i never asked for your help. Whatever alternative motive you had for helping me you can just forget it. We are even now. I owe you nothing." I started to walk away.

"Alternative motive?" He said. He was leaning back in his chair. "Is that why you think i helped you?" There was a tightness around his eyes. The only thing that showed that i had hit a nerve. When i didn't answer his question he continued. I thought the question was rhetorical. "How about I wanted you safe?"

A snort escaped me before i answered. "Come on Kalamack, there are no reporters, no one, you are trying to impress here. It's only you and i. And I know much better than to believe you did it out of the kindness of your heart." I smiled bitterly at him. My words were cold and brutal, just how i felt inside.

He stood up then and walked towards me. He stood in front of me. His body inches from mine. When his mouth opened to form words i beat him to it.

"As much as I'd like to stay and argue the moral ethicals that you don't have, i have things to do." His eyes tighten at my comment. Old habits die hard. Old habits with new bitterness are worse. I turned around to finally leave. But he wouldn't let me. He quickly walked in front of me, and blocked my path. Damn elf quickness.

"You've been broken witch. What exactly did the demon did to you, huh?...Played with you, whipped you, what has gotten my witch so bitter." His voice was mocking. He had such a bitterness himself in his voice. He seemed angry and underneath it all he also seemed, worried?

"Murdering bastard." I snarled the words.

"Back to familiar territories."

"Move."

"How are you faring?" He lifted a thin pale eyebrow. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to wipe that mocking smile from his face. I was so angry. But not only at him.

"Trenton, move."

"Tell me Rachel?"

"It's none of your damn business how i am doing." I said through clenched teeth.

"I am...curious."

Of course. He wants to know everything. Curious. That hurt a bit. And i could see the satisfaction in his eyes because he knew i was going to take the bait and tell him. I think he planned it since he blocked my way and put on that mocking mask of his.

"Curious? you really want to know." My words were clipped by my anger. But perhaps i needed to release the anger i was feeling inside. I needed it to move on with my life. To let go of everything that's killing me.

"I want to know what really is bothering you. I am observant Rachel." I Tried unsuccessfully to move around him.

"DAMN IT TO THE TURN TRENT!! LET ME LEAVE."

"No." He crossed his arms over his chest. To my defense the actions i choose next he simply deserved.

"Fine." I punched him in the face. Hey i am good at that so i did so. I landed a punch on his beautiful cheek. His head turned but otherwise he stayed just as he was. "You have no right, to ask me anything."

"I do. Tell me what happened Rachel. What did he do to you."

I hit him again. In his face, in his chest. I hit him many times, but before he did anything. I knew that my punches were not strong today. I was drained and not because of being...trapped a few weeks ago, but because i was carrying such an emotional baggage. And it was killing me inside.

After five or six punches i was too tired to throw another one he grabbed my wrists and pulled me to him. I struggled against him, I struggled with everything that was left in me. Pushing him away, tearing myself away from his warm chest and his fragrant smell. I didn't realize when the tears started streaming down my face but now the were. He held me tight to him. One arm around my waist and the other to the back of my head. He was holding me as if i was a child.

I was no longer struggling against him. Perhaps i needed this. I needed to be held and feel safe. But this was Trent we were talking about. I tried to convince myself he wasn't safe, but my heart felt otherwise.

"I am so sorry." I could hear agony in his smooth low voice. "I am so sorry."

"He tortured me, for so long...And i fought against it, i fought for so long, but then i couldn't fight anymore. I couldn't-" My voice was a low whisper broken by sobs. "I am angry Trent, I am pist-off, at everything and everyone, at you, at Al, at newt, at Kisten for dieing, at Jenks because of his short lifespan, but above all at myself...for not being able to save them, for not being able to save myself. For not being good enough."

He moved away from me enough to see my face, to move my face close to his. And thought the tears he kissed me.

"Your only one person. There are things you will never be able to change." His words could've hurt if it wasn't for the sad and wise tone he had picked up. And he kissed me again.

And to only remember how alive in his arm. That he filled me with love before everything ended. I kissed him back. I took his face in both of my hands and kissed him reliving everything that was once beautiful with him. I then stepped away from him. Because i knew he didn't feel the same way.

"I know you don't feel anything for me. Thank you anyways." I thanked him because finally getting the anger out of me was leaving me light and liberated. I fell like i could breathe again. Even if it's only temporary.

He crossed the space between us and kissed me again. He held me tight to him. Every line of his body against mine. And between the kiss he said something that might have been "I feel everything for you." But because hope is cruel god, i decided to ignore what i thought i heard.

"Come on." He said as he took my hand and started pulling me out of his office. Seeing the familiar corridors i knew where he was taking me. To his rooms. To the place i haven't been in, in so long. And because i needed this, i needed to be held and loved i went with him. Along the way i saw Jonathan glare at me, i ignored him.

Trent's bedroom went along with him. It was large, larger than my living room and bedroom put together. The bed was also extremely large and by experience i knew it was as comfortable as it looked. The furniture was a deep mahogany and the drapery and sheets were white and green. Tapestries decorated his walls. Simply Beautiful.

He closed the door and pushed me against it. My I was trapped between him and the door, nowhere to run. But i didn't want to run. He kissed me fiercely and i kissed him just the same. Our bodies knew this dance more than our mind. When the passion is right, instinct just takes over, there's no need for thoughts or words or instructions, the heart knows when it feels right and the body automatically follows the heart.

That's exactly what happened. His soft lips against mine were exquisite, full filling. They filled the hole in me. He pushed back a bit and looked at me in the eyes. His green eyes were bright with lust, his cheeks were flushed and his hair was starting to come undone. He was so beautiful. The beautiful that makes your heart weep because inside you know that it could never be. I knew that this would not be more than another moment, another...mistake. Because afterward we were probably going to be back on old terms. One against the other.

He broke the stare when his lips came down on mine once again, with the same hunger and intensity as our first night together in that hotel room. The savageness was there, the primal instinct. His hands held me tight, bordering on pain, but i didn't complain. His hands traced my stomach, my ribs, mines stayed on his hair, pulling him to me, as if there was any inch of space between us. He lifted me and my legs wrapped around his waist.

He layed me on his bed. His fingers working on taking off my clothes, while his lips were still on mine. He broke the kiss once to say "A little help here." His voice husky and low. Then my hands started working on taking his clothes off. Taking off his tie, Unbuttoning his shirt, unzipping his pants. We didn't stop until every last piece of confining clothes was gone, until he and i were completely naked and our skin were aligned. And when he entered me i felt like i found myself. My back arch to him, my hands held tight to his back. His hands were on my thighs, on my hips guiding me to him.

I rolled us so that now i was on top of him, taking control of something. I haven't felt in control in a very long time. My hips moved in rhythm to his body....We were one again. I was myself again, if only temporarily...

* * *

I could hear Trent's deep breathing next to me. I had my back to him, he was laying on his back and my head was on his right arm. His right hand and my left hand were tangled in each other, my finders through his. I tensed as i came to realize that Trent and I had been together. Again. I tensed to think of what he would say this time to get rid of me.

And because i was feeling more like myself, and less like the hollow shell that returned from the dead, i let go of his hand and made a motion to sit up. I heard Trent's breathing become less deeper, and his body took the animation of waking up. I sat up.

"Why are you leaving?" His voice still had the huskiness of sleep in it.

I looked at him over my shoulder. He was leaning on his elbows. His pale hair wild and free, brow furrowed. His lightly golden body was beautiful. His muscles well carved and toned. A random thought occurred to me; his body looked a lot like the

Discobolus of Myron. I small smile crept to my lips.

"I am leaving before you get the idea that i already had my use and throw me out." I threw a smile over my shoulders to him.

Before i stood up he was at my back. He pushed my hair over one my shoulders. Exposing my neck and shoulders. He kissed the nape of my neck and then my shoulder. I turned my face to the shoulder he kissed and looked at him. He then landed a kiss on my lips. A small chaste kiss that held such tenderness i had to look down to avoid looking at him. I didn't want to misunderstand the look in his face. I didn't want to hope.

"I am sorry." He said.

"Me too." I tried to stand up but his hands were still around me.

"You misunderstand me. I am sorry about...what i said to you."

"Don't be, it was for the best you bastard." I let the bitterness seep into my voice.

"No...I...I didn't want to...but i had to, I-"

"Thanks that makes it all feel better." I said sarcastically.

"Would you listen to me, woman! I am trying to tell you something and your not making it any easier." He let go of me. I turned around enough to look at him, i brought my legs up, put my knees up and my elbows on my knees. I knew that by doing this i was covering myself...somewhat. I looked at him. He had settled crossed legged. His blanket over his legs. I lifted my eyebrow at him.

"I...had to end it Rachel, because you and I could never be...but...but then i started thinking, i started realizing that i...missed you...i wanted to feel your body against mine,...i wanted to wrap my arms around you... I have never yearned for a person like i do for you...Damn it to the turn" He runs his hand through his hair. "I, It doesn't matter that your a witch and i am an an...elf...I don't care about that...i...i love you Rachel." He whispered the last part. "I am sorry about what i said, it was cruel, i am sorry Rachel. I love you."

"What?" Now i was confused. I don't know understand what's going on.

"I love you." He said again.

I laughed humorlessly and then stopped. "If you want me to work for you just say it Trenton, so i can tell you to go turn yourself. But don't lie to me. I know better."

"I am not lying." I could see the tightness in his eyes.

"Uh huh. And I am not a witch."

"ARGHH!!!" He looked like he wanted to pull his hair out, he let go of his straight business man face and took on the face of someone his age. I pushed Trent's buttons. That was something I was good at. "I tell you that i love you, and there you sit laughing at me! What is wrong with you?"

"No, You lie to me! what is wrong with you?"

"I. AM. NOT. LYING." He was angry. He moved closer to me, his face close to mine.

"Says you, the murdering bastard." I felt tears prickling in my eyes. But i refused to cry in front of him. I looked away from him.

He murmured something that sounded like "Damn witch."

He grabbed by face roughly with both his hands. And turn me to forcibly look at him. And to my embarrassment and annoyance i tears had spilled down my face. And to not show him i was crying i didn't wipe them off. But he saw them now. A worried look had taken his features. I looked down. Trying to avoid his eyes. I put my hand to his chest trying to push him away. Instead i became distracted by the warm skin underneath my hand and the heartbeat i felt.

"Look at me." He said. "Rachel, Look at me." Unable to avoid him i looked up at him.

"I am not lying. I love you."

"I don't want to believe that." I whispered.

"Why not?" He had a confused look on his face now. He was clueless. Damn, Stupid, elf.

"Because, Trent, hope is a cruel god. I don't want to get hurt by you again." Admitting that hurt more than i cared for. Laying a weakness for him to see, was a difficult thing to do.

"Give me a second chance. I've never felt like this before, not for anyone...Let me show you how much i love you. Don't take that away from me."

He had settled close to me. He slipped his arms around my waist, again. And i turned to meet his embrace. I buried my head under his chin. Is breathed him, leaves, and cinnamon. I felt safe with him. God help me, despite everything i felt a safety with him that was different. In our embrace our bodies melted together. Fitting each other perfectly.

"Please." His breath ruffled my hair.

"I don't know." I really didn't know.

"Please." He said once again. Maybe it was the please that did it, or maybe the fact that he was naked. I learned long ago that i can't stay angry at a man wearing nothing but his underwear, never-less a naked one.

"Okay." That came out of my mouth before i had time to think it over.

"I love you, Rachel."

I didn't say anything because i wasn't ready to give him another part of me. Yet.

The end!!! I hope you guys enjoyed it!! : ) Later.