Hi, sorry this is late but I got sick on the ride back to school and I couldn't type. So here it is. It's a bit jumpy, but I wanted to get it out because it is sadly the last chapter. Please read and tell me how you like it.

Chapter 11

Mal's

As the day went by, there was no sign of Inarau or Kaless. No one at school knew where she was and most didn't even realize she was missing. I did most of the talking, because well….Andria's a ghost and can't exactly talk to real people. As the day went on, she became more and more anxious and I knew exactly why. Her time was running out. I couldn't stop myself from feeling sorry for her. I wanted to help, but my help wasn't going to be good enough. She would need a miracle.

It was four-ish when I finally decided to head back to my place. The attackers that wanted to take Tommy might have left so clues, but it's a big might. "Alright," Andria agreed, her normal sassy tone gone from her voice. "It's worth a shot."

I was driving, but I still glanced over at her and could see the sadness in her eyes as she stared out the window. I couldn't stop myself from asking, "Hey, Andria. Are you okay? You seem a bit depressed."

She shrugged her shoulders. "A long day of nothing, I guess."

"It's more than that. You're worried and you're scared," I continued.

She got angry at this. "I am not scared!" she snapped and then she bowed her head, shaking it. "Sorry," she said in a quiet voice. "I shouldn't have yelled and yeah."

"Yeah what?"

"I am scared," she admitted, "of dying."

"You're scared of dying?"

"Like this. Just waiting. Stuck and just waiting for that damn bright white light to take me." She laughed, coldly. "I never thought I would go out like this. I always thought I would be killed. Head chopped off. It would have been ironic, being a vampire hunter and all."

"Come on," I said, trying to smile. I hated seeing her like this. Hopeless and so dead. "You still might get the chance."

The corners of her mouth twitched but a smile never formed. "I doubt it. I should just give up. I mean by the time I find Inarau, it was be too late and I probably wouldn't care or already be dead. I should just leave and let you get on with your life. There's no point. My dad's dead, my mom's dead, my brother…Uh he probably thinks I ran out on him. I might as well die."

I got angry. I slammed on the brakes, pulling to the side of the road. A few cars honked. I faced her. She was surprised by my actions, but I didn't care. "Don't say that! Don't you ever say that! Does your life mean so little to you!"

She got angry too. "Why do you care? You get to go back to your life when I'm gone!"

Yeah, my boring life. But I didn't say that out loud. "You can't just give up. You have to fight. You're a fighter."

"And what if there's nothing worth fighting for!" she screamed back. She suddenly relaxed, her head down in her hands and it sounded like she was sobbing. "I'm scared, Mal. I don't want to die. I've barely lived and I didn't want to die."

I relaxed and finally put the car into park. (I had my foot on the brake the entire time.) I had to cheer up. "You're not going to die, Andria, do you know why?"

She glanced up at me through her hands. "Why?"

"Because of that mouth of yours. You'll go straight up and they'll just kick you out, right back down to earth," I teased with a smile.

Her face lit up a little and she was trying not to crack a smile. "Right?"

"Oh yeah," I said, leaning back in my seat. "They just take one look at you and go, 'What the hell? Send this one back down. She's cause nothing but hell up here.'"

She laughed and I sighed. Damn. I am not supposed to be feeling these feelings towards her. "Well what about you? What happens when you die?"

"And who says I am going to die? I'm a vampire."

She was returning to her normal-self. "Everyone dies, Mal. Time kills everything, even vampires." She laughed. "I bet when you die, they look at you and say, "What is hell doing in heaven? How in the damn world did he get here?"

"And who says I'll be going to heaven?" I questioned.

She smirked, titling her head, that made her look extra cute, but then she looked away. "You're a good man, Mal. You may not know it, but you are. Vampire or not, you're good in…" She reached out and touched my chest. "In here. You're scarred, but you're good."

"I'm scarred?"

"Yeah, but don't worry, some of the best people are. Take me for example."

I laughed. "Right."

She laughed too. "Come on then. Let's get back to your place. I hate being in the car with you. You stink."

I put the car into drive and pulled back onto the street. "You can't even smell me."

"So?"

…..

We arrived back at my apartment, laughing. I threw my jacket down on the couch as we came in and then threw myself on the couch, stretching. It was nice to lie down. It had been a long day "Get up off your lazy but," she said.

"You can't tell me what to do," I chuckled.

"You want bet?" she challenged.

I opened my mouth to say something, when something suddenly dropped into front of my feet. My body knew what it was better my mind and I leaped behind the couch as the little bomb exploded. Smoke filled the room and my couch went flying across the room. "What now?!" I growled, slowly standing. In walked five big guys all with swords and knifes and Zeke in the far back. Great. "Back for a rematch, Zeke," I smirked.

"I don't get paid, if you don't die," Zeke growled in reply.

"Take your best shot," I said, my body ready for some excitement. I would be able to take these guys easy with Andria at my side. I glanced over at Andria. "Ready…" I trailed off. My heart sank. She wasn't anywhere. She was gone. How could she leave? After a few moments and she didn't return, I got angry, super angry. I guess I'm really on my own.

Andria's

I didn't know what happened. One minute the living room is exploding and the next I hear these strange words in my head and I'm in the middle of some random street with cars passing through me. What the hell? I didn't do this. I was almost as if I was pulled here. I teleported back as fast as I could, but what had been a split second for me, was about thirty minutes for Mal. I arrived back in his now completely destroyed apartment and the battle was over. Bodies and bloody heads were spread across the room and then there was Mal, leaning on the turned over couch with a bloody blade in one hand and a bottle of blood-whiskey in the other. He was scrapped up pretty bad and he was pissed. Very pissed. "Mal," I started and he laughed. A dark laugh. There was a crazed angry expression on his face that I didn't like.

He slowly stood up, shaking on his feet a little. His attention wasn't on me through. It was on the wall. "So, you decided to come back?"

"What happened?" I asked.

This question just made him angrier. He faced me, stepping towards me. "What happened? What happened?" he yelled. "I fought for my life after you left me for dead."

"I didn't leave you for dead, Mal. I didn't mean to leave," I yelled back.

"Yeah, right. You want me dead! You've always wanted me dead." He threw the bottle and it smashed against the wall into a million pieces. I jumped. I don't understand why I'm scared, but I don't like this Mal.

"I don't understand why you're so upset? You're alive, aren't you?"

"That's not the point. The point is that you left me. I was depending on you to have my back and you abandoned me. You just disappeared when I needed you. I almost lost my head!" He paused, breathing heavy and then I saw it, a long thick red line across throat. He did almost die. "After all I have done for you and all I've tried to do, and probably the one time I needed you and you leave!"

"I didn't mean to." I was pleading now and I didn't understand why. Maybe it was because I didn't want to lose him. "It was as if something pulled me away. It wasn't my fault."

He snorted a laugh of disbelief. "Right. You were just pulled away?" He stopped and then pointed to the door with his blood stained sword. "Leave."

"What?"

"You heard me. Leave and don't ever come back," he sneered.

"You can't make me leave. You can't force me to," I challenged.

"Okay," he said, relaxing. He stepped back, shrugging. "I'll just wait then. This is your last day, isn't it?"

I jerked back shocked, but I quickly covered it. I couldn't let him know that. How did he know that? "I don't know what you're talking about?" I tried to keep my voice strong but it squeaked a little.

"Oh, yes you do. You had three days before you go bye-bye and I knew and I still helped you," he explained. "And now all I have to do is wait and my problem will be gone."

I just stood there in silence for a moment before asking, trying to keep calm, "If you knew then why? Why help me?"

Mal stepped back even farther and looked down at his feet. It was almost as if he couldn't find the right words, but then he said, grimly, "To see you dance. To see you suffer for making my life a living hell." His voice began to grow and he began moving towards me again and I started backing up. "You're an annoying, worthless, horrible disgusting being that doesn't even deserve to be human. You're a monster on my life and if you were human, I would kill you without a second thought."

I felt myself snap inside and that overwhelming power come back into my spirit. I forced it away, but it still caused me to shake. "You…you don't really mean that?" I was scared and sad…No not sad, it was different from sad, it was worse than being sad. It tore me up inside and I wanted nothing more than to just disappear. How could he do this to me? I thought he…I shook my head. Idiot. I'm an idiot.

"Oh, yes I do." He was in my face now and I was back against a wall that I could walk through but I wasn't thinking. I couldn't think. "I hate you and now I don't even have to kill you. I can just sit back and watch the show," he sneered.

"You….you…." I couldn't finish the sentence. I couldn't think straight.

"Finally you have nothing to say," Mal rejoiced, darkly. "I should have done this a while ago."

That's it. I couldn't take it no more. This is breaking my heart. I thought I could trust him. I thought he cared. He understood. "And I've been a fool," I finally spat, angrily. I was not going to let him see my sorrow. "You're nothing by a monster, Malcolm Selixd and you'll always be a monster."

Something flashed through his eyes that looked almost like regret, but I didn't stick around to find out. If he wanted me to leave, then fine, I'll leave. I appeared back at my home in seconds to me, but when I looked through the burnt window, it was sunset. I looked up at where my room used to be, but it had collapsed down and I was now standing in the rumble. If I was going to die anywhere, it would be here. I collapsed on my knees, hating myself. Why had I called him a monster? How could I? I punched the black floor, but my fists just went right through it.

He's a vampire. I should have known this would happen. I should have known he was good for nothing I hate him…No, my mind told me. You don't. It was right of course. I didn't hate him. I hated myself.

"I was a fool," I cried. "An big fat idiot. I should have known he…"

"Would break your heart," a deep familiar voice laughed, from behind me. "I could have told you that."

I stood up as a short figure walked out of the shadows. "Kaless," I sneered.

He smiled, flashing his teeth. "Hello, Andria. How are you?"

"You can see me," I stated, slowly backing up. "Magic, I assume?"

"You're pretty smart for being dead," he retorted, calmly.

"I'm not dead yet."

"Oh, but on the inside yes, you are. You fall for him and he's the one who killed you," he smirked.

"Shut up! I didn't fall for him," I growled. "Why am I still talking to you?" I went to teleport away when from nowhere this force slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. White agony coursed through me and my head was spinning. When the pain filled died down, I realized that I was on my back on the floor. I tried to stand up, but some invisible force kept me pinned to the ground. I struggled, moving my arms and legs, but I couldn't sit up or stand. "What the hell?"

"You're not going anywhere," Kaless smirked, now standing over me. "We are going to try a little experiment." He pulled out a long black sword from a bag that had been slung over his shoulder. "Thanks to Inarau and this beautiful sword, I am going to cut you up into tiny little pieces and if you survive, you might one day thank me, but if you don't…well…your soul will being crossing over a little chewed."

"You can't kill me," I spat, still trying to sit up.

"And who said anything about killing you? This sword will just tear you up into little pieces. It's going to be fun," he said, swinging the sword around.

"Go back to your bitch!" I cursed and this made him angry. He broke the sword down on me, slashing me across the stomach. I screamed as pain exploded through my mind. The sword left a mark. It was a long gash that was bleeding bright glowing liquid. It was my soul. He was going to tear my soul apart, the only thing I had left.

"When I'm done with you, you'll be so broken and beaten that even Heaven wouldn't recognize your soul!"

….

Mal's

"You really messed up," Jac said, after hearing all I had to say and I couldn't believe him. I had come to him, to help me tell me that I had done the right thing. She left me to die, I should be angry at her, I should be happy she's finally gone but why am I feeling so damn guilt.

"I messed up?" I growled. "How in the world did I mess up? She's the one who left me."

Jac chuckled, taking another drink from his shot-glass. "And who's the one who told her to leave?"

We were at the bar. We couldn't exactly meet at my house. This time, however, the bar was actually filled with people, but I didn't care. I was too angry to care, but I was more than angry…I was…No I will not say it. She left me? How could she? She left me for dead? "That's not the point Jac. She owed me and she just disappeared and then said it wasn't her fault," I argued.

"And did you ever even think that she might be telling the truth?" he questioned with raised eyebrows. "That something might have pulled her away on purpose?"

I shook my head. I wasn't going to believe that. I didn't want to believe that. If I did, I knew the guilt would kill me. "No. It turns out she's not who I thoughts she was. She's just another helplessly, scared child." I hated myself for saying this, but right now I hate myself more than her, and I know exactly why, (though I not about to admit.)

"You're comparing her to Quinn, Malcolm and what I've heard of her, she is nothing like Quinn."

I slammed my fist into the table. "Don't you dare talk about Quinn. She's…"

"Gone," Jac hissed coldly. "She's been dead for over four hundred years. I thought you were finally moving on. You know I think you're just mad at Andria, because you actually care about her. You care so much and you hate that she doesn't care back."

"I don't care about her. She made my life hell," I hissed, but I felt guilt saying it. I felt so guilt. I should have never yelled at her, not at least the things I yelled.

"I could do with a little hell in my life," Jac commented and I rolled my head. "Oh and you're lying."

"And how would you know that?"

Jac threw a look at me. "I can see people's emotions, who says I can't see yours?"

"If you can really see my emotions, you would know that I'm angry," I sneered.

"Yeah, you're angry, hell you're pissed, but it's not at her, it's at you. You're angry at yourself and no matter how much you deny it, you care. You really care…"

I threw up my hands in surrender. I couldn't take this any longer. "So what if I care? So what if I was stupid enough to care about her? It's not like she's ever coming back."

Jac didn't seem to hear me. He was studying me, seeing things I couldn't. "Oh no," he whispered and a frown came to his face. "You're cold."

"What?" (P.S. to self, don't ever call Jac again when he doesn't want to make sense and is in a prying into other people's mood mood.)

"You just don't care…no…you actually lo…"

"No!" I cut off, shaking my head. "No. I don't, so don't say it."

"Yes, you do and that's why you're so angry. You're mad at yourself," he stated. "I would be too."

I shrugged. True I was mad at myself for being a complete jerk and an idiot. "So what if I am? I'm mad at myself because I allowed myself to care about her. I can't get her out of head. I haven't been able to for the past two days. Every time I close my freakin eyes, I see that stupid, big mouth, beautiful face of hers and it's driving me crazy." I sighed. Dammit. "You're right. She's not like Quinn. She's stronger and braver than Quinn ever was."

"Then what the hell are you doing here?" my brother shouted. "You're really going to let her die alone?"

I grumbled and glared daggers at him. "Damn you!" I stood up and grabbed my jacket. "You can pay for this, right?" I asked as I run out the door. All I heard in reply was, "Damn you."

….

I found her at her burnt home. It was the first place I guessed she'd be, because I knew if I had a choice of dying anywhere, it would probably be at home. I parked and came up to the door, believing it would open easy, but it didn't. It was blocked by something. Odd.

I could hear screaming from the other side and a voice that was laughing and talking, coolly. "You just don't know when to give up, do you?" the deep voice asked, amused. "Even when there is nothing you can do."

"Go to hell!" I heard Andria's voice snapped, pain thick in her voice.

"You first," the voice laughed and then Andria screamed.

That scream triggered something in me that had been dead for four hundred years and the door didn't stop me this time. I broke through it, like it was paper and ran into the burnt living room, where my eyes first went to Andria. She was on the ground, trying to stand up, but something was keeping her down. Magic, I guessed. There were cuts and stabs all cross her body that were oozing her soul. Her soul was being ripped apart. There wouldn't be much left of her soon.

A disgust and hatred filled my chest. There was a man standing above her with a long blade in one hand. I knew this man instantly. Andria's eyes found me and for a moment they lit up. "Mal," she whispered, her voice just a squeak.

"Malcolm," Kaless said without turning around. "I was wondering if you were going to join us. Andria doesn't say such nice things when she doesn't want to talk." He finally faced me and swung the sword over Andria. "There aren't a lot of things that can hurt a ghost like this. It is all good fun. You want to have a go at her? I bet she'll just love that."

Fear flashed across her face as Kaless said this. She thought I would actually do that. This horrified me. She really thought I hated her.

"No," I growled.

"No?"

"No. You're going to let her go and lead us to Inarau," I ordered.

Kaless laughed, throwing back his head. "And why, my dear confused nephew, would I do that?"

"Because if you don't, I will kill you."

"Oh, now that's amusing. One of your older brothers tried that, remember and he still mistaking an arm and a few other parts," Kaless explained.

I wasn't going to stand here and talk. I went to attack him, but he knew what I was going to next. Damn Mindreader. But instead of attacking me, he stabbed the sword straight through Andria's chest into the ground, so it was stuck there. Her scream made me, stop for the smallest moment and Kaless took advantage of that and attack me first. A long knife cut me up the chest as I leaped back.

I growled with pain as my blood flowed.

"This is going to be too easy," Kaless smirked.

I attacked, lunging forward, but he knew my every move before I could even get close to him. He even told me as he blocked, stabbing me here and cutting me here. I finally got one hit in and then he got angry. He kneed me in the stomach, and then took both hands, grabbed my head and smashed his knee into my skull. I heard a crack and I stumbled back, blood oozing down my forehead. The world around me began to blur. My skull must be wide open if I can't focus.

I fell to my knees, trying to focus, but I was still low from the other fight and I hadn't drunk blood all day. I looked over at Andria, who despite the sword was trying to get up. I could the truth in her eyes now. She did care. She wanted to help. "I'm sorry," I heard her whisper and I knew if she wasn't a ghost, she would have been crying. Then I saw something else flash through her eyes. It was the same thing I saw when she realized that her mom was dead.

Kaless grabbed my hair, lifting my head up so my neck was exposed. "You're making this too ease," he said, rising his knife up when a sudden force hit him, knocking him through the wall.

I swallowed, looking over at Andria. It had been her. She released her power, but this time she controlled it. How much focus that takes to control, how much love. I slowly stood up when another wave of power escaped from her, but this was different, it didn't knock me down. It was as if the bond that kept her pinned to this world, just broke.

Dammit, it just did. I rushed to her side, collapsed on my trembling knees. I carefully pulled the sword out of her and she groaned with pain, but then she began to fade. Her ghost was fading and she was quickly disappearing. I grabbed her up in the arms, holding on to her, despite the pain it caused me. My blood began to go into her wounds turning parts of her open soul, but I didn't care at the moment, I just needed to hold onto her and keep her in this world. I could feel her fading faster and faster.

"Mal," she gasped. "What are you doing here? I thought…you…you hate…me."

"Then why did you save me?" I asked, holding back the pain in my throat. Dammit I was so close to crying. I haven't cried in years. "You won't have done that unless you cared."

"Maybe…I do," she whispered with a small smile and then she gasped, crying out. "But it's too late. I feel it pulling at me. It's taking me and I can't stop it."

"Yes, you can. You're stronger than this thing," I said, my throat closing up.

She laughed and then coughed. "No one is stronger than death. I can't stop this."

"Yes, you can." A hot tear rolled down my cheek. I pulled her closer, holding her tight as she began to fade away from longer. "Think of your brother. You can't leave him. He needs you." I bowed my head, letting the tears roll. "I need you," I whispered. "I think…I think I might be in love with you."

She reached out and touched my cheek, wiping away the blood and the tears. "Be a good man."

"And how can I do that without you? I need you, Andria, more than I have ever needed anyone. You can't leave. You can't give up."

I did the only thing I could think off. In all the stories it always worked, maybe it might work for real this time. I leaned down, slightly pulled her up and gently kissed her, my lips spreading perfectly across hers. I felt her kissed back. This felt right. Her and me. But then she began to glow bright and I could no longer feel her lips. A white light completely consumed her and for me everything went black.

Okay that was a joke. This is not the last chapter. Got you! You probably hate me now But please review and predict! What will happen next? Oh and was it corny or nice or yeah whatever. Could we maybe get six reviews this time.