A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it's been awhile! My laptop has been acting crappy, and I've been sick, so writing hasn't been real easy for me. But I managed to get this done anyways! So here it is, THE LAST chapter of Revenge! (*cries a bit*). But fear not, there is still an epilogue to come! But for now, enjoy this last chapter! Please leave a review when you have finished! Have fun! :-)
(Fabian's P.O.V.)
Eddie and I enter the living room, where everybody else is. Everyone looks up from whatever they were doing, grinning at us. When Eddie sees Patricia, his eyes grow wide.
"Wha- you knew?" he hisses.
She smiles, and strides over to us. "Not for long."
She wraps her arms around his neck, and leans in. I quickly look away, and walk over to where Alfie is sitting.
"So, when are you going to break the news to KT?" he questions.
I shrug. I've intentionally saved telling KT for last because she's my girlfriend...but I haven't actually figured out how I am going to tell her I'm alive.
"You seriously don't know?" Alfie says, obviously alarmed.
I nod. "I don't know…I mean…I'm not very good at romantic stuff." I reply, blushing lightly.
Alfie sighs, and slings an arm around my shoulders. "Let the Alfmeister help you then. I have an idea."
I raise my eyebrows. "It doesn't involve bugs, slimy substances, wild animals, or anything deadly or illegal does it?"
He looks down, crosses his arms and pouts. "You're no fun."
I laugh. Just then, the doorbell rings. Trudy rushes to answer it. When the door opens, I hear the familiar voices of my parents.
I stand up from the couch, and go to meet them in the hallway. Mom embraces me instantly, while Dad makes small talk with Trudy.
Dad suddenly clears his throat. "So, Fabian..." he starts
I break away from Mom, and face him and Trudy.
"I was thinking...since your return is such a celebratory event...that we could throw a small party tonight. We can do it at home, and you can invite all of your friends. What do you say?
Before I have time to respond, Trudy intervenes, "Or we could have it here. The kids do have school tomorrow."
I nod. "Yeah, let's do that. If we have it here, then it will surely be a small event."
Dad nods. "Whatever you want, kiddo. It's your party after all."
I smile at him. Trudy and Mom start to discuss the details of the party- I am not a fan of planning, so I might as let them do that for me.
I decide to go back into the living room, when suddenly a light bulb goes off in my head.
We're having a party tonight, and everyone knows I'm alive except for KT...
I guess I didn't need Alfie's help after all, because I think I just figured out how I am going to break my news to KT.
~Hours Later~
(KT's P.O.V.)
I am really not in the mood for a party.
Joy stands behind me in our room, straightening my hair. I look in the mirror, and sigh. I don't even look like I'm ready for a party.
"What brought all of this on again?" I mumble.
"Trudy thinks we've all been depressed since…you know…Fabes…and she thought we could all use some cheering up."
I cringe at the sound of his name. Yes, I loved Fabian and I miss him dearly, but a party is the worst way to honor him. He didn't particularly like parties, and he probably wouldn't be that flattered to know a party is being thrown in his memory.
It's been about four months since he died, and every day his absence becomes easier to acknowledge. Naturally, everyone would expect me to spend the longest time mourning him, but in all honesty I don't mourn him that much anymore; it seems like everyone else still does.
Joy shrugs, and runs the hot straightener along my hair.
"He hated parties, you know." I mutter.
She nods. "Yeah, I know. But sitting around and reading books in his honor doesn't sound fun now does it?"
I smile, and laugh lightly. Then I realize (in all seriousness) Fabian would have been more touched if we had decided to read famous literature instead. I shrug, and let Joy continue to straighten my hair.
(KT's P.O.V.)
The party has started.
People from the other houses are filing through the front door; Jerome and Alfie greet them as they enter.
I thought this was supposed to be a small party? I sigh, and walk into to the kitchen. I pour myself a glass of fruit punch, and take a swig from the cup. I set the glass down on the counter, and gaze out into the party.
Unfamiliar and familiar people are dancing to the music, swaying back and forth. Some people dance with their friends, while others dance with their lovers. I sigh. I wish I could dance with Fabian…
Patricia comes hustling into the kitchen, pulling an unfamiliar guy along with her. He has short blonde hair, piercing green eyes shielded by black 80's glasses, and oily skin. Oh god, please tell me she isn't going to try to set me up with him?!
"KT, I want you to meet my friend Luke. Luke, this is KT." She says.
Yep, she is.
Luke extends his hand. "Hello, nice to meet you!" he says, smiling sheepishly.
There is something odd about his voice. His British accent is light, smooth, and sounds almost…familiar. I can't recall ever meeting this guy before- how could I possibly think I know him from somewhere?
I guess I'll just blame it on the loud music thudding in my ears.
"Hi, I'm KT." I reply, pressing my hand into his.
His palm is smooth, and his handshake is gentle. Even though I just me this guy, being near him makes me feel safe, and secure…
It is a familiar feeling.
Where is it coming from?
I let go of his hand. Patricia smiles nervously at us.
"I'm going to go find my boyfriend. Why don't you two get to know each other?" Patricia suggests.
I want to protest, and tell her not to leave me with this peculiar stranger, but by the time I open my mouth she is gone.
I stare at the boy. He is quite cute.
"So, er, uh, would y-you like to d-dance?" he stutters.
His stutter…his voice…it's so recognizable…
But from where?
I nod, and smile at him. "Sure! "Let's go!"
He leads me out into the hallway, where the music is faint and there are no people. I narrow my eyes at him in confusion.
"Why are we out here? The party's in there-"
"I've never been one for crowds."
I smile cheekily. "Yeah, I really am not either."
He nods, and pulls me close to him- a little too close, considering I only met him just moments ago.
A slow song comes on, and I hear a bunch of people swoon in the other room. Well…this just got awkward.
"If you don't want to dance, I understand-"
"No no no, it's fine! I'm actually enjoying this!" I lie, trying to avoid hurting his feelings.
We stay silent for a few moments. It's him who speaks next.
"So, um, did you hear about that guy who came back from the dead or whatever?"
I look at him oddly. That's a weird thing to bring up while dancing with a girl…
"Um, no I haven't, why?" I say
"Oh, um…it was all over the news today. Apparently some guy died and some evil genius brought him back to life. Um…I think he was being held hostage and was being held for ransom, or something like that? Anyway, he was forced to go back to his old school to do something for the guy who revived him…and apparently one of his friends discovered who was, and he helped liberate him."
I nod, and shift awkwardly. That certainly is an interesting story…
"Oh, I hadn't heard about that. I bet his family is happy he is alive." I say, lying once again.
He nods. "Yeah, they are. I bet his friends are too."
Neither of us says anything for a few minutes; this is getting really awkward really fast.
"Where was this guy from?" I ask, trying to break the awkward silence.
"From around Liverpool, actually. I forget his name though."
A thought pops into my mind: could this "guy" be…Fabian?!
I shake my head. No, I watched him die and I went to his funeral; he's gone. I know he is.
"It started with an F." Luke says
Fabian?
No.
He's dead.
It's just a freak coincidence.
"So, um, are you single?" I question, changing the subject.
"Kind of. It's complicated."
Kind of? How can you kind of be in a relationship?!
"Well, I bet a smart guy like you will figure it out." I say.
He laughs. "Well, the problem is this girl, doesn't really know I'm alive."
I narrow my eyes at him. Does this guy have a mental health problem or something?
"H-how can that be?" I ask.
He sighs. "Well, this girl and I had been dating for a while, and she kind of thought that I was murdered. But it turns out, I'm not. I just…haven't told her yet."
Okay, I'm starting to think this guy is a sociopath or something!
I will scold Patricia for setting me up with him later.
I break away from Luke's grasp, and step away.
"I'm sorry, did I frighten you? I really didn't mean too…"
"Uh…kind of." I mumble.
He sighs. "I didn't mean to…shoot…um…I was just trying to find the right way to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
He clenches his teeth, and removes his glasses. "Um…you see…um…that guy who was dead but then brought back…is me. And the girlfriend I was just talking about…is you."
What. On. Earth?
Everything that happens next happens so fast. Luke removes his hair- a wig- and reveals that he has shiny brown hair. He then proceeds to remove his green contacts, showing his crystal blue ones.
I know those eyes.
They're his eyes.
The eyes that stared up at me in agony after a bullet entered his head. The eyes that always got lost in my own, whenever he was saying he loved me. Those eyes…they're his eyes.
It's him.
He looks no different than the last time I saw him healthy. He smiles at me, the way he always did, with his eyes shining.
It's him.
Fabian.
"W-w-what-t…..I don't understand." I murmur.
He steps toward me, and out of shock and fear I step dart away from him.
"KT please, let me explain." He whispers.
I know that voice. I trust that voice. With hesitation, I nod and prepare to listen to every word he is about to say.
He says that when we watched him die, he removed from the room quickly in order to be kidnapped by Raymond Zeno and his associates; they brought him back to life.
Apparently, they thought that if they saved him, they would be able to use him to finally achieve their goals of getting the elixir. After he had been healed back to health, Raymond told Fabian he had to come back to the school disguised as Damian Rogers in order to find the ingredients of the elixir. Well, one of those ingredients was Eddie's blood, so Fabian had to distract Raymond for as long as he could; he didn't want to kill his best friend…At some point, Jerome figured out who he was, and helped him escape from Raymond- who is now dead.
I stare at him in shock. He has been alive this whole time. All the time I spent mourning him was pointless, because he was still here.
He takes a few steps closer to me. "KT, do you believe me?" he questions
That is a question I need to answer for myself before I answer it for him. I watched him get shot, I was in the room when his heart monitor flat lined, and I was among the many crying people at his funeral. How could he be alive?
But his story makes sense, and it was so detailed it could not be made up. This has to be my Fabian, it has to be.
He's back.
Realization sinks in, and I run up to him, slinging my arms around his neck. I then press my lips to his. He wraps his arms around my waist, and kisses me back.
His lips are warm and smooth like they always have been. I know for sure now that this is indeed my Fabian, and that he is actually alive.
Fireworks go off in my head. He's back. He's back! He's actually back!
I don't know how much time has passed when we break away. I look into his eyes, and smile.
"I missed you." I say
He grins. "Yeah, I missed you too."
I giggle, and engulf him in a huge hug. Oh my gosh, I can't believe he's back!
I guess Patricia isn't a bad matchmaker after all.
~Later That Night~
(Fabian's P.O.V.)
The party went on for hours before Mr. Sweet demanded that everybody who does not live at Anubis House leave, claiming that everybody need to be well rested for school tomorrow.
So many people came up to me throughout the night, telling me that they were thrilled to see me alive again, and that they were sorry about what happened with Raymond. I smiled and thanked them, but I knew what they were thinking deep inside: "Whoa, I can't believe he's alive- maybe if we get close to him we'll become famous or something!"
I laugh to myself. Other than that, it was a great night. It felt so good to be with my family and friends again, and it felt good to just be myself for once.
My parents left earlier, and told me they were taking KT and me on a boating trip at our lake house this weekend. Alone time with KT, and some quality time with my parents sounds pretty darn good to me; needless to say I am ecstatic.
It's late at night now, and everyone has gone to bed- well not everyone.
Eddie, Patricia, Alfie, KT, and I are all sitting in the attic on a blanket, eating leftovers from the party. KT is sitting in my lap, and Patricia is in Eddie's. Alfie is sitting between us, looking slightly uncomfortable.
"I still can't over this you know. Fabian, you're freaking alive!" Eddie exclaims.
I smile. I know my return is going to take a while for everyone to get used to, but I honestly want things to go back to the way they were before my death- happy and carefree.
But this is Anubis House, and carefreeness doesn't usually make an appearance in any of our lives.
I'll just have to be patient.
"I still don't understand how out of all of us, it was Jerome who figured out you were Damian." Patricia says.
"Maybe he's just a little smarter than you are." I tease.
Eddie and Alfie laugh hysterically, until Patricia's cold look makes them stop.
"Gosh, there's just so much we need to catch you up on." KT says
I nod. "I'm sure you guys will in all good time." I reply.
We sit in silence for a few minutes, eating the leftovers. That is, until Alfie let's out the worlds loudest fart.
The remaining four of us start laughing, and Alfie's cheeks turn pink.
"Opps." he giggles.
This feels good, laughing with my friends again. I can't wait to have a lifetime more of these moments, especially since I thought we never would again.
Eddie lifts up his glass of Fruit Punch, and holds it up in the air.
"To Fabian. And to all the happy times that are to come with his return."
Patricia bursts out laughing. "That is by far the corniest thing you have ever said, Weasel."
I laugh too, and clink my glass to his. Eventually, the others do the same.
"And to Sibuna!" Alfie adds.
He lifts his glass up with one hand, and puts his hand over his eye with the other.
One by one, we repeat the gesture.
"Sibuna." We say in unison.
It was in that moment, that I truly felt alive again.
