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"Beth, what are you doing here?" come on Carol get your head together she thought to herself, as she moved back slowly from the kitchen, wishing she could get to Dale see if he was alright. Her eyes drifted to the floor, her hands going over her mouth at the blood now pooled on the floor underneath him. No this couldn't be happening if the Dixon's lost this man they classed as a dad, it would destroy them. Changing her direction she inched closer towards the man in the chair, she had to help him, forget the consequences to her, the Dixon's needed Dale in their lives.

"Stay there" Carol's eyes moved to Beth's face, shocked for someone so young, her eyes were dead, no emotions. What hell Ed must have put her through, put both women through, and now she was here to take it out on Carol. Had she not suffered enough at Ed's hands why would this little girl feel that she could take whatever Ed had done out on her, she wanted it to end. Feel safe, but that wouldn't happen with Beth so angry, hurt and confused.

"Is he?" she mumbled, wanting to reach out and check, see if she could do anything. If Dale died it would rip Merle apart, she could not even think what it would do to Daryl. How he would suffer, the pain of losing someone he cared about, he would retreat from society forever.

"Is he what DEAD! is that what you want to know?" she kicked Dale, Carol's breath caught when she heard a slight moan from the older man, thank god he was still with them, but for how long though .She had to plead to Beth, hoping somewhere in her was the girl Maggie talked about awhile back.

"Beth he need's medical attention, please let me call them:"

"Call them do you think I am stupid, you don't want to call them, you, want to call him that little bodyguard of yours. Though we both know he is not so little now don't we?" Carol felt the words rip through her, she knew Daryl had confirmed nothing had happened, yet niggling doubts were coming back in. Beth's eyes watching everything the woman in front of her did, even smirking when she saw her flinch at the words thrown at her

"He's good in bed isn't he? How I loved running my tongue over his tattoo's, you know he was hard when I had my hands down his pant's that night at the restaurant. He told me how much he wanted me then, how he wanted a younger woman to fuck. Not the old has been that he had to babysit, he told me he would be thinking of my body if he had to fuck you" Carol could see the malice in her, time to step up, remember how much Daryl loved her, how he had broken in her arms, how she was healing him better. Time to call her bluff, it would hopefully move her away from Dale, and allow Carol to inch closer, try to help.

"He's good isn't he Beth, not that you would know, you see honey when a Dixon falls in love he falls for life. The baby and I are who he loves, not you, not this mad woman in front of me. It is me he loves, never will he betray the trust I have in him, to sleep with a kid"

Her words hit a nerve, Beth flew at her, Carol had no chance, flying back hitting the floor hard, she hurt when she fell, her thoughts focused on escaping, protect Dale, and the baby, she pushed Beth from her as best she could. The woman was younger quicker, the gun she never realised Beth had slid across the floor to near the door, she heard it drop when Beth pushed her, there was still something shiny in her hand though, she couldn't see it properly.

Hands felt slippery on the wooden floor, as Carol tried to get hold of anything that would help her up. Nothing!, at times she wished she wasn't so tidy. All she could see was this angry woman bearing down on her, with what looked like a knife. She screamed when it arched up in the air, slamming down into the floor next to her head.

"It's all your fault you know, all this is your fault"

"Why?, Beth what have I done to deserve this, please why?" hot tears coming down her face, this was it these next few moments here, were all she would have, before she died she had a right to know why.

"YOU ASK WHY?" Beth brought the knife down again just missing Carol's stomach yet slashing across her breast. The evil smile clear on her face, as the fear in Carol rose, her hand trying to protect her baby, her breast felt numb with pain. She sent a small prayer to Daryl praying when he found her she wasn't too damaged, that he would be able to move on from this, find someone to keep him out of the darkness.

"He won't make it in time" Beth spoke softly, confirming Carol's suspicions, how she hoped he would, just to hold him one more time, tell him how much she loved him. Her tears fell harder, her whole body shutting down, with the weight of Beth and the blood draining from her. Their poor baby, never getting to see it's wonderful daddy, the man who had shown her his love, allowed her inside his walls. It would be better this way, he would grieve deeply of that she knew, but at least he wouldn't see her life draining from her, she could be grateful for that at least.

"I know" she whispered accepting her fate. Carol could never hate this poor woman, her mind had gone, she tried again to push her hard, her arms now cut and bloody.

"I FUCKING MEAN IT RICK GET THERE NOW!" Daryl had completely lost his shit, the red haze over him as he roared into the phone , that Merle was holding, they had to get to her, he couldn't cope without her. No he wasn't going to cope without her, pushing the car faster, he took the turns dangerously.

"Slow the fuck down Daryl you will have us over" Merle had grabbed the phone from his irate brother before he smashed it, allowing Daryl to shout or rather roar his frustration out, how he understood what he was going through, he felt powerless himself, wishing they had never agreed to her plan,yet killing them both would not help mouse.

"Don't fucking care, need to get to her" all he could think about was her safety, had Beth got to her, what was she going through?, please god let her be ok, in all of his sad pathetic life, she was his light. Faster he pushed, the car missing the turn, taking them both over, the shouting of shit and fuck ripping from both brothers, then silence.

"Please Beth...it hurts...can" the knife came down again, leaving marks now in the wooden floor, from the amount of times Beth had dug it in. For every stab of the knife on the floor, one was in Carol, her blood around her, making the floor wet, too difficult for her to get a grip, she felt tired, so very tired.

"GOOD LET IT HURT, LIKE IT DID ME. YOU DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING, THE BABY, DARYL. WHY SHOULD YOU HAVE IT?. WHEN I HAVE NOTHING. NOTHING YOU FUCKING BITCH!"

"But... Beth I suffered too, at Ed's hands I suffered the manipulating mind games he played, Let me get you help, bring you out of the hell you are in"

"NO! I WANT YOU TO DIE CAROL, WANT TO WATCH THE BLOOD SLIP FROM YOUR BODY AS YOU GASP YOUR LAST BREATH, THEN I WILL COMFORT DARYL, OVER THE LOSS OF HIS BABY. YOU SAID HE LOVED YOU, HE DOESN'T YOU HAVE NOT KNOWN EACH OTHER LONG ENOUGH FOR THAT. WHY DO YOU GET IT ALL AND I HAVE NOTHING. NOTHING!"

"Beth, please let me..." she struggled to get her breath, her attempts to push Beth away now futile, all she could think of was Daryl how would he cope, after all he had been through. then to lose what he had always wanted.

"Let you die well of course Carol". The gunshot echoed around the enclosed space, killing it's target instantly.