Chapter Twenty-Five: The End of An Era

OR

Good-bye, Villa

DAFFNEY'S POV

Cam starts fussing when we hear the bang and the sound of shattering glass makes him start crying. I try and help him but he won't stop so I put him down in his crib and look out the window. SWAT cars and a freaking medical van from the asylum are in the front yard. Cops and doctors are storming the house like we're a bunch of terrorists threatening to destroy the world with a nuclear bomb. Heh, that'd actually be pretty cool.

I let out a growl as one of the doctors stands on the very spot where we buried Chris, taking photos of the cross. If they unearth him, so help me I will rip out there spines.

"Stay here, Cammie," I say and he nods, sucking on his blanket, tears dripping down his face. Poor thing.

I go back out into the hallway and barely avoid gun fire, rolling to the side and hiding in another room. Fuck. They have guns. I should have known that. Pulling my pocket knife from my boots, I get to a knee and wait for the guy who shot at me to come up the stairs, like they do in horror movies. I hear footsteps and push myself against the wall, waiting.

This is going to be fun.

When I see the black-army-boot-covered foot, I ram the knife into it, impaling it to the ground, and lunging at him, pulling out my Swiss Army Knife and slicing open his jugular, effectively spraying blood all over the walls and killing him. When he's stopped twitching, I stand up and run the back way, sliding down the banister into the kitchen where Kane has his hand wrap firmly around Stevie's neck, choking the life from him as Raven, Tara and Mick hold off the SWAT teams.

I run to Kane's side as he sneers down at Stevie.

"I'll ask again, very nicely: Why the fuck can't you leave us alone?"

He holds tighter to the doctor's neck and Stevie splutters, his old wounds reopening with the pressure. The scar on his neck from Kane's hook starts leaking blood and his bruises and other lacerations caused by us appear on his face and down his neck. I think we did a lot of damage in our time.

"You're... danger-"

Kane growls and holds tighter, effectively turning his face a light shade of purple. I snicker and then glare as his hand attempts to claw at Kane's face.

Pulling out my pocket knife, I jam it into his skin and he screams in agony. Kane seems to find this highly amusing or arousing because he lets out a slight moan. I look at him for a second but he shakes his head and turns his head, seeing Raven snicker at him before killing a few more people.

"KANE!" Tara yells while getting strangled by a cop. I run over and rescue her and then stare at Kane.

"Dude, there's too many of them!" I say and he releases Stevie who falls limp to the ground. Bastard, I should stab him now…

Just as I go to do this, Raven's eyes light up and he grabs my wrist, dragging me to the basement. When I wonder what he's doing, he pulls out a keg with 'Blasting Oil- Caution Advised' on the side. I look at Raven and see the terrified look in his eyes.

"What's-?" I go to say but he pulls me into his arms and hugs me.

"Remember when Kane and Mick dropped Cam off at the thingy-majiggy before we went after Stevie?" he asks casually and I nod. "It took longer to find him because we went shopping first. Kane knew we weren't going to get out of this without a few casualties..."

"No, Ravie..." I know exactly what he saying.

Blasting oil is used mainly in mining and it makes one hell of a huge explosion. Kane somehow managed to get his hands on it.

"Time for my last hurrah," Raven says sullenly and pulls a box of matches form his pocket. I yell and grab his hand.

"No! You can't!"

"I have to! This is our only shot."

"There's got to be another way." I stare at him and an idea floats behind his eyes. I narrow my eyes in concern and he sends me upstairs to tell Kane, Mick and Tara to get out along with Cameron.

When they're out and everyone else is locked in, we pour the blasting oil onto the ground. Because there's three barrels of the thick oily shit, it reaches out ankles in the small basement area and we climb up the cellar stairs and out into the front yard. There's yelling coming from the house and loud bangs followed by more yelling.

I look at Raven. "Time for the ," I sneer.

"Ladies first," he says cutely, poking his tongue out and handing me the box of matches. As I light them, I hear Raven mutter to Kane, "I want them to go out with a bang."

"They will," I say and light a match, throwing it over my shoulder and into the basement.

KABOOM!

All six of us are thrown backwards towards the woods as the villa explodes.

~X~

When I come to, Raven is tending to a wound on Kane's arm while Mick tries to wake up Tara. Cam, who somehow is conscious after landing on his head, is touching my arm.

"Daffy." He smiles at me and I pat his head. "Quack quack quack." He says and I giggle at him, giving him an Eskimo kiss before looking at Kane who shoves Raven onto his ass. He looks at me.

"Stevie escaped," he states flatly and my stomach drops. How did he escape? HOW?

"How?" I ask and he glares over at the house... or what's left of it. Hundreds of screams echo from the burning ruins and I see the rest of Stevie running away into the woods. Damnit.

"Does it matter?" Raven says and pulls Cameron onto his knees. "This isn't over, not yet."

I nod in concurrence and shuffle over to Tara who has finished stitching up Mick's bloody arm. She looks at me and the tears running down my face and pulls me into a tight hug.

Kane growls and leans against the tree, forcing himself to his feet, groaning all the while. I look down at his leg and see the bloody gash that is carved into his pale skin. Raven stands instantly and goes to him, wrapping an arm around him and letting the big man rest on him. What a good boyfriend he is.

I look at Kane and one question escapes my lips.

"What do we do now?"