Ch 25- Shot Through The Heart

Author's Note: Sorry it's been so very long since I've update. I've had no muse for this story in a long while and really did not want to work on it when I wasn't in the spirit for it. I hope that it will have been worth the wait.

Lana lunged at him out of the depth of the darkness, taking him by complete surprise. He grabbed her shoulders harshly as she leaned into him, kissing his lips suddenly and throwing him off guard. He tried to speak but she deepened the kiss, running her fingers through his hair and quietly hoping that seduction would work as a means to save her life…at least, for the next few moments. She pulled away, her breath tickling his lips and for a moment he forgot himself and paused there, tranquilized by her wiles. It was just as reality caught on to him that she went back on his lips, this time biting him hard, grinding into his sensitive skin with her teeth. Lana clamped down as hard and as angrily as she could, feeling the skin begin to tear and his blood begin to seep onto her lips and tongue. Before he could respond she kneed him hard in the groin, pushing him backwards.

"OOOOWWW!" Oliver cried, holding his lip and his manhood as he doubled over and fell onto his knees.

Lana had the urge to race up the steps but after everything couldn't force herself to. She wanted to face him and once and for all, defeat him without running away. Maybe it was a mistake but everything inside of her urged her to do it. In order for it to be over she needed to finish playing the game.

"Get up!" She barked.

"You bitch." He mumbled, holding himself still, blood dribbling down his chin. He was seething and she relished every moment of it.

"Get up!" She yelled, kicking him hard again.

"Oooh!" He cried out, falling over on his face now.

"What a man you are. What a…Mama's boy." She taunted, beginning to climb the stairs.

'One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three…' She counted.

"Grrrrrr!"

Within mere seconds Lana's gamble came to pass and Oliver tackled her, pinning her down on the staircase, trying unsuccessfully to slide her down it and back into the basement.

"Pain?" He asked. "You wanna know pain? Fine, I'll show you pain!"

"No Oliver, I think it's my turn to do that." She said simply.

Everything went in slow motion for Lana after that and for the next minute or so, all she could hear was the sound of a heart beating urgently going boom, ba boom, ba boom as the blood rolled down her hand she twisted the knife into this chest. Oliver did the same.

….

Kit was outside with the police and had been the past couple of days, trying to convince them to rise to some sort of action, but once again they decided that they'd wait. The attack needed to be from an even more secluded point, it needed to come when he least suspected it, hopefully as he slept. Kit tried to explain that men like him didn't rest, but the authorities ignored him, only allowing him to stay when he'd lied and told them that he and Lana were romantically involved. He was not sure whether this was really a lie or not, but it didn't matter as it suited his purpose. For now, the police were sitting around, changing out some of the officers who'd been out there all day and planning to charge at four a.m. sharp.

Something in Kit knew that that would be too late. He sat on the hood of one of the police cars, staring back at the house, trying to figure out how he could get in, undetected. A glimmer caught his eye and he looked up from his coffee and into the front window of the house, seeing a flash of orange glowing light.

"FIRE!" He yelled, tossing the cup to the ground and running toward the house. At once, the authorities scrambled, realizing it was now or never, but Kit was ahead of them. He grabbed a rife that rested leaned up against one of the trucks and used the back end of it to start knocking down the door.

"Sir, stand back it's not safe we need to be the ones that…"

"Awe ta hell with ya!" Kit cried, busting down the door, the swat team at his heals.

It only took seconds before all the men were completely overwhelmed by smoke. They quickly began to cough and covered their mouths as they surged through the house. Kit found Linnea lying on the floor and rushed to her side as the police charged in the opposite direction. He forgot himself and gasped, beginning to cough uncontrollably. It was getting hard to breathe and he found himself gagging, almost throwing up. He was immensely shocked by the child's state. At first, he thought she'd been shot, or harmed in some other way by Oliver. Before he realized she'd passed out he picked her up and made his way outside with her in his arms. He was torn about perusing Lana but knew she'd want him to get Linnea out whatever the cost.

He brought her out and put her on the ground by the small campfire some of the policemen had built. The girl's face was ashen and she was passed out cold. Kit found himself crying as he leaned over her little body, tapping her face and trying to get her to wake up. He looked back at the house, his whole soul sinking when he realized it was entirely engulfed in flames.

"Linnea! Linnea, kid stay with me, stay with me it's Kit, Kit's got ya wake up!"

Nothing he did elicited any sort of response from the girl. Kit broke down crying, scared to death that like her mother he'd been unable to save her.

"Oh God." He cried at the realization. "Oh God I couldn't save her."

A single tear of Kit's fell on Linnea's cheek and he continued his work of trying to revive her via mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Kit looked up again when he heard a siren over his shoulder and saw two small fire trucks approach.

"HELP!" He yelled. "Somebody help me!"

Two of the firemen swept in, taking over his work at trying to wake the girl. Kit stood, grabbing his hair and pulling it hard as he cried, looking back at the house. By now the policemen who'd gone in with him had come out and were being replaced by the firemen who'd only just arrived.

A flurry of activity ensued and the firemen all got on their radios calling for back up. They were about to go in when very suddenly part of the roof collapsed.

"Lana!" He screamed, running in the burning building before he had time to react or assess the situation.