A/N: - This is one of my darker ideas. It came to me in a nightmare, and this word is perfect for the idea, so I'm just going to let my ADHD brain take over from here. So, if you are looking for easy humor and light fluff, like you found in my other one-shots, don't read on beyond the end of this sentence. Read Pumpkin.

Gosh. I sounded like Lemony Snicket up there.

Merry Christmas all,

And to all…

A good night!

If you are reading that after I post it later this week, just remember that I wrote the above verse on the 24th.

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"Prepare to die!" Mirror snarled, as he hurled the dagger into Sabrina's stomach.

It reached its target. As the tip pierced Sabrina's skin, she knew she was a goner. She collapsed onto the tightly packed mud, commencing to try and tear the knife out of her stomach, tears squeezing out of the corners of her eyes. It was no use. Her time on earth was, without any doubt, running out fast.

Mirror, with one last maniacal laugh, fled back to the main battle.

Sabrina just lay there, slowly dying, until Puck came flying over on a scouting mission. When he saw her, lying still, with her beautiful hair splayed over her face and a big bloody patch on her shirt, all the laughter drained from his eyes.

"Sabrina…!" he whispered, torn to bits by the sight.

He flew down to get a better view of her injury. He gingerly pulled her shirt off from over her stomach, not knowing what to expect.

"Oh no. Oh no, no." his face paled and he tried hard not to faint.

Sabrina, drifting in and out of consciousness, tried to smile at him. "It's okay, Puck. I'm fine where I am, dying."

"No…no, no, no. You can't do this to all of us. Daphne… and your mom and dad, and the old lady… and me."

"I know. But what can I do? Just… don't go… till I die. Don't go."

"When did I ever leave you alone, Sabrina?" Puck said, smiling ever so slightly.

Ten minutes later:

The end was near; both of them knew.

Sabrina was having a very hard time breathing, and the hand which Puck was holding was getting colder and colder.

Sabrina knew that the only reason she was still alive was will. She could feel death; a string that was pulling her away from the world, telling her that it would carry her to a new place; a better place. The string was slowly turning into a thick rope.

"Puck…" she gasped. "I just want you to know…" she took another pause to breathe. "That you… were my… first crush. I… I loved you… I always loved… you. And I… before I… die… I want to… I want to know… if you ever loved me…"

"I always loved you, Sabrina. I loved you when I met you, I loved you all the moments in between, and I love you now." He said desperately. He was getting frantic; his need to protect Sabrina getting stronger and stronger.

Sabrina smiled weakly. "Thank you… and now… I'm going… to feel… something… no one… has ever… felt… and lived…to tell… the tale… and neither… will I…"

With her last measures of strength, she beckoned Puck closer with her finger. Without hesitation, she gave him a gentle kiss on the lips.

Then she closed her eyes for the last time…

And fell asleep.

Her sleep wasn't normal. It was eternal.

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A/N: - Hey… MACARENA-A! Wow! Wasn't that chapter great? Maybe I should write a new fanfic about the death of Sabrina Grimm. Do you think so? What the heck, I am definitely gonna write one! Hold this typewriter, Jerry!