Here's the next chapter! With Sam's POV I had a little help from TheHerondalGal - she's been a great help with this story, so some of the words are hers and I added a few bits into it, so Sam's POV is from both me and her!
So yeah, I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 21

Sam

Before

Everything seemed to slow down. Killing guards one by one and watching their stiff bodies crash to the ground. I turned just as pain shot through my right leg; someone had kicked me there and I instantly fell to the ground. I was being dragged by my hair a few feet away from the house. My vision was blurred, but I could make out people's faces; Daniel being dragged by his feet with no weapon in his hand; Luce not coming up far behind him, getting her hands bound with rope and dragged up into a sitting position with Daniel. Roland, Mario and Arianne were already beaten bloody and kneeling in the middle of the courtyard with weapons to their necks. Gabbe and Molly had been lassoed in midair to the ground.

I couldn't find Christina or Cam, but I could feel that she was safe. She would have felt so otherwise. I tried to stand but my leg gave out immediately. Someone stood behind me and held me firmly by the shoulder. I tried to turn my head but he punched me in the jaw; spit and blood burst from my mouth.

I stared up, terrified with what he was gripping in his hand. "Hello Sam. Are you ready to get what you deserve?"

I knew what he meant. Out of all the times in my life I enjoyed, I enjoyed the moments with Christina the most. They were all on playback; when I first saw her and I knew we were mates for life; feeling that twinkle in my eye and that flutter in my heart when every I saw or heard her; when I saw her, crying in the middle of the streets and I held her in my arms for the first time; our first kiss in Vienna; when we rode away together with Mario with our lives; when she found me at the compound in Rome, like our hearts drew us together; the field we sat on and watched the last look of sunset before the dark took over; when she saved me from the prison, took me home and tended to my wounds; our magical night together; holding our baby for the first time and seeing the same eyes as his mothers; when she ascended and I got the first look of her feathery wings, as beautiful as she was.

And now this moment was ruining my perfect playback. I had to stay strong for my Christina. And I had to stay strong for Dean. Maybe I wouldn't teach him how to wield and sword. Maybe I wouldn't find out what his specialty weapon is. Maybe I would never take him on his first flight. Maybe I wouldn't watch him grow to an Angel. But I would always have that first year.

I flinched as a starshot touched the back of my neck. "You won't kill me," I said, my voice wavering, "You know for a fact that she won't come with you if you kill me."

"That's true," Raphael shrugged, "I'll be using you as a wager then. Either she comes with me or I take your life. But we both know I'll have both ways; I will kill you, no matter what she chooses to do." He leaned in close to my ear and snarled, "And I will have fun doing it."

I stopped struggling when a figure appeared from the door of the house. My mate for life. The person who I fought for and would die for. The woman that taught me to fight to the fullest for the person you love. Her dress and hands were covered with blood and dirt. Her face held the look of disbelief and her eyes were wide. She gasped when she saw me, kneeling in front of her father with a starshot at my neck.

"NO!" she screamed, and she ran towards us.

o.O.o

Christina

Another person who I cared about deeply was in the hands of my ruthless father. He looked at me with a cunning grin as I slowly walked into the middle of the courtyard. The guards around had formed a perfect circle, and I could see the terrified faces of the angels being held captive. I looked at Sam and I saw a trickle of sweat run down his face. He was panting heavily, and all I wanted to do was run to him, kneel beside him and hold his face in my hands. But I needed to be careful; one false move and he's done for. I couldn't let that happen, not while I was around.

"There you are, my pretty," shouted Raphael, his voice echoing through the courtyard. I stopped in the middle, just far enough from him.

"Please," I begged, "Let him go."

He laughed loudly, "Oh that's the last thing I want to do here." I could see Sam shift under Raphael's grip.

"Do you just think of new ways to screw up my life?!" I yelled at him, he flinched at my tone of voice; I'd never screamed at him like that. "How have you not come to realise that I don't want anything to do with you anymore. I've run away from you twice and have started a new life! Why do you keep coming back for me?!" I screamed. A tear slid down my cheek.

He lifted his head, as if my words didn't hurt him, "Because you're mine and no one else's. Especially not his," he shrugged Sam, gesturing to him.

"I am not yours. I am my own person, and I decide what I do with my life. I have given myself to Sam, and you know that. Otherwise you wouldn't be using him to threaten me."

"I will not stand here and let you throw your life away with these Angels. You will come with me and live out your eternal life with your true people. I can give you everything. I can give you all the things he can't," once again shrugging Sam. I could see that Sam was getting annoyed with that.

"You think that's going to make me come with you. Sam has given me everything I could have ever wanted. All you have given me is a reason to kill you," I snarled, looking angrier than I could possibly be. I saw the corner of Sam's mouth twitch into a smile. I think he was impressed by my threat. "If mother was here, if she saw you like this, what would she think?"

I could sense his grip had loosened on Sam's shoulder and his eyes widened, remembering his late wife. "I just want you to know," he said under his breath, "that I loved your mother." He said that last part more loudly, "She was my mate for life. But I had to sacrifice her. She didn't know what was coming, even though I had been acting different for days."

"She didn't know what you were?" I asked.

"No," he sighed, "She had no idea. I never told her in case she went running. I was scared of losing her, like you are with Sam; you too are scared of losing him and vice versa."

"So why are you doing this?" I cried, "I don't understand! You're going to make me lose Sam. Do you really want that for your daughter?!" Tears were streaming down my face now. But Raphael wasn't convinced; his face hardened.

"I'm doing this because I have to. He has corrupted you, and it is my duty as a father to stop that! You will come with me and we will live as a family of demons. You can even bring your son-"

"You are not touching him. You are nothing to him," I interrupted, shaking my head.

"Fine then. But it will be more painful for you to leave him," he muttered. I saw Sam's eyebrows narrow. "How about I make you a deal? I'll let Sam go free, only if you come with me."

"That's not fair!" I cried,

"FAIR!?" he yelled, "I'll tell you what's not fair, my dear. Having your own brother make you kill your mate, because it was the 'only way to do it'. Having to watch the life disappear from your mate's eyes and having that sense of passion being ripped from your heart. And you're standing here telling me what's not fair. I know everything there is about fairness. No one has been fair to me, so why should I be fair to anyone?"

I looked at Sam, who was wide eyed. I could feel his nerves. I could tell he didn't want to die but he didn't want me to go with my father either. I had no choice.

"If I go with you, no one gets hurt. Right?" I asked in a small voice.

"NO!" yelled Sam under Raphael's grip. He shoved Sam back down when he raised himself up, "Christina, no you can't do this! He's just going to kill me anyway."

"You have my word. Take him," he said to his men. He took the starshot away from him as Sam was lifted to his feet.

"Can I at least say goodbye to him. You owe me that much," I cried.

He hesitated, but waved his hand and said, "Very well, but make it quick."

I ran to Sam and embraced him while I cried into his shirt. "I'm sorry, Sam," I cried into his chest, "I have no choice."

"Christina look at me," he whispered, I looked up and his eyes were like glass as were mine and there were clean streaks down his cheek; he was crying. He couldn't hold me as his hands were still bound and he didn't care that there were guards right next to us. "I want you to know that I will find you again. I always will. We have forever now, and I will not rest until I find you again." His voice broke.

I took his face in my hands and gave him a rough kiss. It wasn't as passionate as I hoped it would be, because we were under pressure, but the feeling was still there. It was the last kiss I would ever have with Sam and I was determined to make it last. His tongue slid past my teeth and collided with mine. The kiss was fast, like he wanted all of me in just one moment. When he finally let go he breathed, "Don't go. I won't be able to live, please don't leave me." He said it in one mouthful, all of his thoughts spilled out into one.

"Take care of Dean for me," I whispered, before letting him go.

"NO! Christina, please!" he yelled as he was dragged to the other side of the courtyard. He was making so much noise; the guards holding him had to put a cloth in his mouth. He was struggling so much, twisting and turning out of their grip, they had to call for another guard to hold him still.

I walked carefully to my father where he was wearing a smug look on his face. His spread his arms wide and took me into an awkward embrace. I didn't return it; like I was going to hug my murderous father. He let me go and gestured towards his guards, "Would you like to see an old friend?" he asked. I had no idea who he was talking about, but when she came through I couldn't believe it.

Gasps echoed around the courtyard from the other Angels as Carletta staggered through the guards. She had been beaten senseless and her bottom lip was swollen and cut. She had been crying as her eyes were puffy and black from the beatings. She wore rags that were ripped all around. She looked like she had been raped, and knowing the guards she probably had been. She was covered in bruises, blood and cuts. I stifled a scream when her deep eyes stared back at mine.

"Carletta!" I whispered in disbelief.

"Yes," said my father, coming up beside me, "she's been very helpful these past two years in your whereabouts, though she wouldn't cooperate for most of it," he growled.

"Please, you have to let her go. You have no use for her now!" I pleaded, not taking my eyes away from Carletta for she was a sight.

"I guess you're right," he said, "Okay, kill her," he ordered his guards. Before I could scream, one of the men got their dagger and slit her throat. I watched as she gurgled and choked on her own blood, and her limp body fell to the floor with a thud!

I hadn't realised I was holding in my breath, when I finally released it, it was only to shout, "You monster!" to my father. He laughed.

"Oh, and you three," he gestured towards three of his men, ignoring me, "Go inside the home and search for the bastard. Bring him to me, alive." At his command, the three men jogged towards the house and kicked open the door. I could see Sam and the others struggle under the guards' arrest. I turned to Raphael but he couldn't see me.

My father was many things; a murderer, a monster, a master of manipulation. He was also quite oblivious to some things.

When he turned around, I lifted an object from my skirt and revealed it to the other Angels, and their faces lit up.

Three people flew the door to our house open and started handing out our weapons. Arianne came to me and handed me my weapon, but pulled me close by my wrist and whispered in my ear, "Take this," she had said and handed me a starshot, "Use it when it's the right time."

I lifted the starshot above my head with both hands, ready to bury it in Raphael's back. "Signore!"One of his guards yelled, but Raphael wasn't quick enough to stop me. He turned to look around, just as I plunged the starshot into his chest.

His eyes widened and he didn't blink. My eyes were full of anger. I let go of the starshot as he clutched the end, his own starshot fell to the floor with a clatter. He staggered back until he fell into the middle of the courtyard; all eyes on him. I walked towards him, fury in my eyes and I looked down on him.

"Now you see the fate you have brought upon yourself, father. This is what you have become: nothing but dust in the wind."

He faded away, and I was the last thing he saw.

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