A/N: I know, I know…I killed Ally, I'm a bad, bad person… :) But never fear, fair readers, there are always new plot twists available.

Ethan's POV

Just when I thought, maybe I could convince Jesse to help us, he lunged for my throat, and I wake up here. Wherever here is…

My throat feels raw, and it feels like he damaged my vocal cords.

Sure enough, when I open my mouth to shout for help, no sound more than a painful squeak comes out.

I make only one move to stand, but it becomes clear that I'm tied down to this chair, shackled to the floor by metal chains on my hands and ankles.

My eyes travel the clean white room, and land on a box. I recognize it immediately.

The Cubile Animus.

How…

"Ethan Morgan! You've woken up! Pleased to meet you,"

I look up at the screen as it lowers from the ceiling.

"Tre…" my voice continues to fail me.

"Yeah, Jesse told me about the damage he'd…caused." Trent pauses, clearly annoyed. "But all is good. We've disposed of Ally, and now have you and Austin in our custody."

I glance back to the Cubile Animus. That can only mean-

"Yeah, Ally's soul is trapped in that box thingy. Curtesy of Jesse," Trent says slowly, his voice tight.

I glare up at him. He really did it…He killed my friend.

I start to squirm, trying my hardest to get off the chair. If I can just open the box, I can set her free.

"Don't try. Those bindings wouldn't even bend under Ally's strength. I just wanted to allow you a goodbye before I bury the box far, far away."

I push harder.

"I show you the curtesy of placing Ally's soul here, and this is how you repay me? I wanted to kill Austin first…I really did, Ethan," He pauses, and I look back to catch him glowering down at me. "But I guess I'll have to take you first, and…"

"Maybe then I can grab Sarah for Jesse."

Austin's POV

I wake up in a white cell, my mind going directly to Ally.

I hope you recorded her last words.

"Ally! Ally, where are you! Please…Please Ally!" My voice falters. The familiar screen lowers from the ceiling. Trent's face pops up.

I already know I can't fight the shackles, so instead I glare up at him, silent.

"Have you made yourself at home? I was originally planning for your visit to be quick, but your friend Ethan is causing quite the fuss over Ally's soul, so…" He pauses, pretending to think like he has a brain in his head. "First I think I'll take care of him, and then I'll get Trish and Dez ready to watch you die…And then I think I can glamour Trish and kill Dez. How does that sound?"

I say nothing. All of this is on me. I shouldn't have provoked Jesse, now we're all under Trent's roof, and we're all goners.

Ally's already gone…

I shut my eyes, forcing the thought away. She isn't gone, she can't be…She's immortal right? That has to mean something, it has to!

"Wait…" I let the one word slip. What…what happened to Sarah?

I hear Trent's nauseating laugh.

"Oh, I guess you're wondering about that other girl…What's her name, Sally? Sandra?"

"Sarah." I growl at him, through tight lips. What did he do to her?

"Oh yeah, Sarah. You know, I'll have to let Jesse slide on that one. To think he actually let her go…" He huffs. "Well, I guess she'll come back to try and save you all, and when she does Jesse can have the final say with that."

"Alright, well I'll leave you to find some peace and quiet, and I'll be back later with Ethan's body."

The screen goes dark.

"Sarah…You're our last hope…"

Back to Ethan's POV…

I'm left to stare at the Cubile Animus for another twenty minutes before I hear a creak from my right, and turn to face the opening door.

I prepare myself for Jesse.

Trent's face pops out from behind the door, and he steps further in, an unnecessarily long knife in his hand.

"So how's the voice? I thought maybe this," He gestures to the knife. "Would help with the soar feeling, maybe rid you of it for good?"

I decide right away that this guy is insane. This entire thing, all of it, is in the name of petty revenge.

He killed Ally because of a song.

I stay quiet, watching his eyes flare gold as he steps closer to me. There it is, the normal blood lust I cause with my rare, sugary blood type.

"They were right about you…The warmth flowing through your veins, its almost too good to pass up…Maybe I can run you dry once you're dead. Less of a struggle."

The thought makes me twitch, a chill running down my spine. I cannot die like this. I can't.

Sarah has to come in time, she has to.

He keeps his eyes on me, as he circles my chair, like a hawk circling the prey before its dive.

I look back at the box on the floor, dangerously close to-

THUD.

The box falls on its side, and the lid opens.

But…nothing happens.

Trent's eyes remain on me, ignoring the opened Cubile Animus that should release the souls trapped inside.

He scoffs.

"What are you looking at Ethan? She's dead and gone. I've told you that already." He smiles creepily, his fangs hanging out of his mouth.

I cringe. So this is it. I am going to die.

And Ally is gone forever.

His grip on the knife tightens as he steps closer, raising it above his head.

I close my eyes.

I love you, Sarah.