Michael woke and gently pulled from Samantha. He left the room and walked down the hall, looking around. He walked into a wide room, the door open. He looked inside. There was a silver medical table, with surgical knives and such on a smaller movable table. He stepped inside, and looked around. What would they need a room like this for? On the opposite wall was chains hooked into the wall. Michael cringed. What kind of place was this. He shook his head. He had to get sam out, now. He turned to leave but Gerald blocked the door way.

"Out for a walk, friend?"

Michael lunged foreword, but Gerald was fast, tackling him to the ground. Four more men came pouring through the doorway, all of them leaping on Michael and pinning him to the wall. The chains were hooked to his wrists. His wings ripped through his jacket, and he lunged foreword.

"wow! What the devil! Pin the demon to the wall!" Gerald yelled.

They pinned him, two men on each wing. Michael yelled in anger, trying to shove them off. Gerald stepped foreword and punched him.

"Man, this is jus' the beginning."

Sam woke alone. She stretched her hand out to touch michael, only to find a cold bed. She sat up.

"Michael?" She called, but got no answer.

Sam saw that the door was open and stood, walking to it. She looked down the hall.

"Michael?"

The woman appeared, Mary, was her name. She stepped foreword with a smile.

"You looking for your husband dear?"

"Yes, have you seen him?"

"Of course sweetheart, he's right this way." Mary led her down the hall, and to a room.

She pushed open the door, letting Sam go in first. Sam cried out and tried to go back out but the woman blocked her path. Michael was chained to the wall, his head limp. His wings were splayed out above him, nailed to the wall. Blood dripped from them, and from multiple spots on his body.

"No!" Sam screamed, and tried to get away.

Two men appeared and grabbed each of her arms. She screamed, calling Michael's name. A cloth was pressed over her mouth, and nose. She tried not to breath, but the smell overwhelmed her, and she saw darkness.

Sam woke on the silver table, her arms tied down on either side of her. Her legs were free though. She tried to sit up but couldn't. She looked over, and could see michael, still chained to the wall. Tears sprang to her eyes and she called his name. Michael groaned, and his head lifted. Sam held back tears as she looked at his face.

"Michael,"

"sam?" He tried to pull his arms and wings free but couldn't. He yelled in anger, trying to move. The blood had stopped flowing, and looked as if it had healed. "Damn it!"

"Michael, stop, you'll only hurt yourself more."

Michael looked to her and his face fell. His body sagged in defeat. "I'm sorry, Sam, i should have listened to you."

"It's not your fault." She whispered.

Mary and Gerald came in. Mary walked to Sam, a dark smile on her face.

"Hello sweetheart. How are we feeling today?"

"Please, let us go,"

"I am afraid i cant do that until i get my baby."

"No, please,"

"Don't worry hunny, it shouldn't be much to longer, i already broke your water."

"What? No, my baby,"

"My baby will be fine. Don't you worry hunny. So nice of you to be concerned."

"no, wait, please!" Sam screamed as they left.

She sagged back onto the table with a broken sob. "God please!" She screamed, and it broke off in a sob.

Three hours later, Sam gave birth to her baby. Mary smiled at the infant as she lifted it into her arms. Tears ran down Michael's face.

"Please, give me my baby."

"Sweet little baby," mary cooed. "Mommy couldn't have you." She hummed as she stroked the baby's face.

"please! Please, give me my baby!" Sam screamed.

"My little Hailey." Mary cooed.

Sam inhaled. So she had a daughter. Sam sobbed, trying to pull free.

"Gerald, take care of her. Leave the demon to die there."

Gerald stepped up to Sam and she screamed. He raised a knife, and slit Sam's throat.

"NO!" Michael yelled. He fought against the chains, letting them dig into his skin. "NO!"

Sam choked, blood spewing from her throat, and covering the table. Mary walked out of the room, and Gerald followed. Sam rolled her head, and her eyes began to fade. Blood spilled from her mouth, her eyes closed.

"NO! GOD NO!" Michael struggled against the chains, sobbing as he tried to break them. His wings rustled uselessly, still nailed to the wall. Michael knew he wouldn't die. Angel's couldn't die by any mortal weapon. By age or by dehydration. Michael let his body sag against the wall as he starred at Sam's lifeless body. It was over. All of it. Sam was dead, and they had taken Morgan. Michael wished he could die too.

"Just kill me now." He said. "Strike me down. Kill me!"

Michael could hear Mary hum, and slowly, he closed his eyes.