A/N: I do not own The Woman in Black or any of its contents, all credit goes to Susan Hill and all those who worked on the movie, but I am responsible for my own OC's. No Copyright fragment intended. Thank you.

A/N: I AM BACK! And I am feeling much better due to the bad news I recieved, I won't go into details as the matter is more of a personal reason and private, anyway, I want to thank each and everyone of you for being patient during my recovery so to speak. Anyway, I must point out that I found some comfort in my writing. So without further ado...let's continue.

In Response: To Anera527 and LadyLuly for your reviews, and to DarknessBloodAngel (love the pen name by the way) for your first two reviews of the story, and I hope you will review more later on.

Well, enough of my ranting, enjoy chapter 11.

The Woman in Black:

Revenge of Grahame Kipps

Chapter 11

Sam came to a grinding halt. Grahame, Sam and Emma jumped out of the car; faint sparks of embers floated and glittered into the sky. A black billowing column of thick smoke extended high into the air and a gust of wind blew it far out into the open.

Licking at the air wildly were the whipping flames that broke and shattered the windows, almost desperately trying to ignite the air or anything that was not on fire.

"My God," Sam said completely void of an emotion that could explain what he was feeling. He looked up at the burning church, watching those who were still inside desperately trying to escape with their lives.

Emma backed away from the burning church and bumped into the bonnet of Sam's automobile.

Grahame stood in a trance. No, he thought to himself, not this, not this way. Not ever this way!

A flash from the past came swarming back into his mind, those voices, terrified and fearful voices that he had heard countless of times in his head.

"Callie! Callie."

"Mummy, help!"

"Callie, get out!"

"Mummy, we're trapped!"

A shrieking scream, almost bloodcurdling and of pain rang through his mind. Grahame's face contorted, he looked as if he was in pain, physically. Somehow he pushed the memory aside. He turned to look back at the burning church.

Screams and cries of mothers broke down just a few meters up the path from the church. Men screamed at the church angrily, almost as if cursing the church for going up in a blaze.

There were still some people left inside, and Sam, Grahame saw, ran into the church. Grahame shouted for him to stop. "Sam! Wait! It's too dangerous!" Sam ignored him as he ran into the burning church; a puff of smoke swirled around the door where Sam had just ran through.

"Emma!" Grahame called to her. Her face was sweating from the heat that church was giving off. "Stay here and don't move!" he ordered her, Emma nodded thoroughly.

Mustering his courage Grahame ran after Sam and into the burning inferno of the church.

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If Grahame had read correctly from the many letters that Sam sent him before his journey to Crythin Gifford, a local lawyer called Mr. Jerome had a child that died in a fire, a young daughter, and Arthur attempted to save her, sadly he didn't get to her in time.

And now it seemed that history was repeating itself, except with a church than a house, and Grahame playing the hero.

Fire littered and grew to great lengths within the church, the wooden benches had been burnt and rendered to ash, and the Alter had been burnt beyond recognition.

"Sam!" Grahame called over the roaring flames.

"Help me!" a strained voice called. Grahame turned and saw a man and covering his daughter under his coat. He coughed and spluttered. "My daughter…get…her…"

Grahame rushed over to them, picked them both up and rushed them to the entrance of the church where he threw them through the flames and to the other side of freedom and safety.

"Sam!" Grahame called again, he got no reply. Somewhere nearby a suddenly clatter and shattering of glass startled him; he didn't know where the clattering came from. "Sam!"

The smoke became thicker and Grahame was beginning to lose all breath in his lungs. "S-am?" Grahame coughed. He spat on the floor to get the moist of the fumes and soot out of his mouth.

He saw at the far side a family of four rush and make their way to safety.

"S-am…where…a-are you?" coughed Grahame. The heat was beginning to become unbearable, how much longer could he stay here in this burning hell hole?

Somewhere nearby he heard a cry of a child, nestled somewhere nearby underneath a neatly placed den made of wood, most probably from the wooden benches, he saw a teenage girl, her sad, terrified eyes landed upon Grahame. In her arms was a baby boy, snuggled up safely and asleep in her arms.

"Come on!" Grahame said as he grabbed her hand and led her to the entrance of the church doors. The girl simply leapt through the curtain of flames that was raining down and flickering upwards in front of the doors.

"Sam!" Grahame yelled at the top of his voice, which began to strain and sting.

Everywhere he looked flames began to grow wildly and if he was imagining it, it looked like they were moving towards him. Grahame searched through each broken timber for Sam. Grahame was finding it hard to concentrate, the heat against his skin was blistering, he could not see things properly, and he was sure he was starting to see double.

Grahame walked forward and fell flat on his face. It was only when he heard the faint cry of yet another little girl, tucked away in the corner cowering from the flames. Grahame got to his feet, almost drunkenly.

He reached for her hand and proceeded to take her to safety.

But along the way, he saw her. Jennet was standing at the far side of the church wall almost as if she was watching him and watching the whole church burn.

On top of the heat that he had to endure, his blood had begun to boil violently at the sight of her. Quickly he had to get the girl out of the church.

Jennet watched as she saw Grahame stagger toward the entrance to the church. Her eyes narrowed at Grahame.

As Grahame safely navigated the young girl to safety, his leg snagged itself against a jagged piece of sharp wood which dug deep into his leg. During this he fell, clutching his leg. "Run!" he told the girl.

The girl nodded and ran.

Jennet watched as the girl ran towards the exit of the church. Her pale black pupil eyes looked up to see a wooden beam. Grahame could see her looking upwards. She raised her right hand and pointed at the beam.

Grahame could only watch as the beam gave a short creak and came crashing down and landed with such a force that it nearly blocked the whole entrance. During the fall, Grahame heard a shriek, he saw trapped under the beam the young girl, blood was trickling down out of her mouth, her eyes open and void of all life.

Grahame began to breathe heavily, he turned to see Jennet and the two of them eyed each other. "You bitch!" he spat at her. "You utter soulless bitch!"

"Grahame?" Sam's voice called from his side. Sam ran up to Grahame and helped him up, his face blackened with soot. With him was a young terrified boy who yelped at the slightest smash or creak of the church.

"That door over there, just run for it, and don't stop!" he said to the boy. The boy heeded Sam's words and sprinted to the boy.

However the boy suddenly stopped and turned trancelike into the direction of Jennet. Grahame knew what had happened. She had managed to grab hold of the young boy. The young boy reached down and picked up a plank of wood with a flame at the end.

"Don't you dare, you leave him alone!" Grahame yelled at Jennet.

His eyes turned back to the young boy, who lit himself on fire. "NO!"

Grahame moved to grab the boy but Sam stopped him. "There is nothing we can do for him!" Sam said. "We need to get out!"

The young boy fell to the floor still alight. But what was more horrible was that the boy did not scream at all.

Suddenly a force took over Grahame. He turned to face Jennet, he lashed forward towards her. "You BITCH!"

"Grahame!" Sam tried to grab hold of him but he was already away, speeding across the hall of the church towards Jennet.

As he approached her, something landed on him, heavy and hard. He heard Sam's shouts, his face slammed to the floor, the heat increased, and darkness came to him suddenly, he felt nothing, but he heard the distant call of a man calling his name.

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This time it was different, nothing seemed to make sense now. But there a voice called to him.

"Grahame?" a soft voice called to him. "Grahame?"

He knew this voice and he smiled at it.

His eyes opened and, standing there was Arthur.

"Arthur!" Grahame said shocked but overwhelmed with joy that he was here with him.

"What do you think you are doing?" Arthur asked with an angry tone. This was something new for Grahame to see. Arthur was never angry, nor was he violent.

Grahame whispered, "What?"

"Do not leave Ffion alone with a child that she may or may not be able to bring up alone,"

"I'm not going to," Grahame said. "I am going back to her, after I have finished with Jennet."

Arthur shook his head. "Leave Jennet alone, she cannot be reasoned with, just leave her alone,"

"And let her to continue killing children? I won't allow it!" said Grahame firmly. "I won't give up until Jennet has gone,"

Arthur sighed, turned and walked through the darkness.

"Arthur!" Grahame's voiced echoed to his cousin. "Arthur!"

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"…Grahame!" a distant voice spoke through the darkness.

He felt as if he was falling, before a sudden gut wrenching pain surged through his chest and back, his face was burning with pain, stinging as if someone had slapped a bunch of thorns in his cheek. His head was pounding; even the slightest distant sound brought him such a headache.

As he opened his eyes, he saw Sam's blackened face covered with soot, and Emma's scared lifeless face which turned to relief as she saw Grahame wake up from his unconscious state.

Grahame painfully got to his feet. Sam helped him up, whilst Grahame clutched his stomach before holding his back as the burning pain shot all around his back and to his front.

"W-hat h-happ-end?" he said hoarsely.

Sam and Emma said nothing. Grahame looked over his shoulder back at the church which had been stripped of the flames that it held. "How long h-have I been out?" he coughed spitting the foul taste of smoke and soot from his mouth.

"A while," Sam said handing him a bottle full of water. Grahame took it off of him and took a swig of it before spitting it out back onto the floor, it tasted not like water, but more like a sickly taste of vomit.

Grahame held onto Sam as he fought himself through the pain of turning around to face the church fully.

All windows had been shattered, twisted and melted, black scorch marks clung to any piece of where the fire had been.

Smoke still sizzled up into the sky but not as thick as it was when he first saw it just billowing up into the air.

Grahame watched with such wretchedness at the sight of the church.

A bit further away, the cries of several mothers and fathers were crying over something. Grahame saw that there were four white sheets on the ground. He guessed what was underneath these white sheets, wasn't that hard to guess.

They had to be children, just by looking at the sheets, they weren't exactly big. But one of the sheets made him vomit when he saw that one of the bodies that were covered was a small baby, and the teenage girl who was weeping with her mother and father was the same teenage girl that Grahame helped escape the burning church.

Sam rubbed Grahame's back, but the pain of where the beam fell on him caused him to jerk slightly at his touch. "Sorry," Sam apologized; he looked back at the families of those who were sobbing over their children. "Only four children…" Sam refrained from completing the sentence. "Two boys and two girls,"

Grahame vomited on the floor again.

"You!" a voice said from nearby, a voice full of spite and anger. Grahame turned around to see a buff man walk up to him, seething and breathing heavily. "You murdered my son you son of a–"

A sharp SMACK impacted with Grahame's jaw in which he fell back onto the floor – Emma squealed – this time the pain from his back and the impact from the punch was too much for him. He didn't know which pain he screamed out to exert, the pain from his back or the pain from his jaw.

"Hey, steady on!" Sam said standing in front of the man.

"That man, said he would get rid of Jennet, that…that…slut!" the man said, he was red in the face.

"Listen to me, this isn't helping you or anyone," Sam said trying to calm the man down.

"My son, burnt to death, a wonderful idea your friend here decided, a church, a church that was supposed to help us against keeping Jennet out! Yeah, it worked alright, for about seven minutes roughly before she decided to torch the place!"

Emma walked over to Grahame and attempted to help him up.

"Punching someone in the face isn't going to help bring your son back Mr. Damien. Now I suggest you control yourself and go back to your wife and comfort her." Sam told him.

Mr. Damien eyed Grahame before exhaling a long amount of breath and walked away, the look of ire with grief of a man in mourning.

Sam went to help Grahame to his feet, where he winced as the pain from the jaw and his back – his stomach had seemed to lose the pain when he fell onto the stone hot floor of the church – riddled back to him, as Sam lead him to the car.

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Back at Sam's home, Grahame washed himself up, Sam gave him a stiff drink to perk him up a little, and Archer tended to Grahame's leg, it needed stitches and Archer had done a fine job at patching Grahame's leg up, it didn't even sting him as much, and he found that he could walk fine on it properly, save for a limp here and there.

Emma was in the upstairs bathroom with Elisabeth having a bath.

"Why did you run after me?" Sam asked. "I was only going to be in there for a few moments then I was going to be straight out, why did you follow me?"

Grahame sighed heavily. "I don't know, to be honest with you."

"You know you remind me of when Arthur went into Mr. Jerome's house to try and save his daughter."

Grahame threw Sam a weary look.

Arthur, he remembered seeing Arthur briefly in his…he wasn't sure if it was a near death experience where he lingered in purgatory briefly or if he dreamt it. Either way he remembered Arthur looking almost displeased with him, and Grahame was not sure what to think about that.

"This doesn't make any sense," Grahame said suddenly out of the blue.

Sam frowned at him, "Pardon?"

Grahame sighed yet again. "Jennet is able to scare Emma, and Emma claims that Jennet cannot touch her, so what has changed? I was confident that the church was the answer, all Ghosts and Spirits no matter how religious or non-religious they are always keep away from holy sanctums, and Jennet just broke the rules."

A/N: So, here is chapter 11, what did you think? Oh and, during my absence, I have prewritten out a few more chapters of Revenge of Grahame Kipps, and I can tell you, you are in for a ride when it comes to the end.

Anyway reviews would nice. See you either next Sat or Sun.

SoulVirus.