A/N: This is and extra long chapter since it's been an extra long time since I've updated.

Chapter 37: Immortal Clan

Chrysta was suddenly aware of the ache in her body. From a complete blackout and unfeeling sort of coma she had at last waken from her unconsciousness. She felt something stir around her…humans but also the overbearing prickle of dark magic . The pain in Chrysta's body subsided slowly and she cracked her grey eyes open slowly, she suddenly sat upright and looked around a golden cavern. The room was as large as the expansive lake they had crossed; the walls and floors were made of solid gold and rimmed in silver. Statues of ferocious gold felines stood motionless along the walls, their eyes silver. Chrysta squinted up to a large fiery orb that floated above them in the centre of the perfectly smooth-walled cavern. She continued to look around the room and saw no doors whatsoever. Just solid wall except for across her, which stood a sort of long and towering altar; made of what seemed like silver and embedded with rubies along the sharp edges. She looked to her side when she felt a familiar presence stir and she looked at Jack.

"Rendered speechless love?" Chrysta asked with a smirk.

"I still cannot truly grasp how even magic can create this," Jack spoke smoothly in his mellifluous voice.

"The Gods helped in making it," Chrysta stated as others started to wake from the unconsciousness.

"How in the bloody hell did we get in here if there is no door?" Melinda shrieked.

"We fell into it," Jenna said as she looked up at the ceiling with awe and wonder, "Right Chrysta?"

"I agree," Chrysta said softly as she looked at Jack's crew kneel and kiss the golden floor. Jack chuckled beside her, "Pirates to the core."

"Aren't you going to join them in their worship?"

"I hardly think it would be appropriate, because my worshipping kisses would be performed on you and not on the gold," Jack murmured huskily as he leaned down to place a soft kiss to her cheek. Chrysta cursed herself as she felt her cheeks flood with color.

"What do we do now?" Melinda asked waspishly, Chrysta turned to her annoyed.

"We wait."

"We what?"

"You heard me," Chrysta replied venomously.

"Wait for what exactly?" Melinda seethed.

"Until I give you instructions," Chrysta replied curtly. Melinda whipped out her pistol to point at Chrysta and Jack reflexively pointed his own pistol to Melinda.

"Put it away," Jack growled dangerously.

"You filthy pirate, I see where your allegiance really lies," Melinda spat, redirecting her pointed pistol at Jack. Chrysta's eyes darkened with threat towards her stepmother.

"I think ye were aware of where they did from the beginning," Jack said smirking threateningly, "If ye weren't then ye really are a damned idiot. We pirates don't believe in agreements therefore our agreement before we came here never existed."

"How dare you!" Melinda shrieked indignantly and she unlocked the safety. Jack mirrored her action, his eyes turning sharp with serious threat.

"Stop it both of you," Chrysta snarled as she stepped in between them. Melinda's pistol now pointed directly to her heart and Jack automatically pulled his down, away from her.

"You better start cooperating witch and stop giving orders, or I'll be rid of you before you can snap your fingers," Melinda sneered and Chrysta's eyes narrowed.

"You wouldn't dare. Because you wouldn't be able to get out without the magic of an Atlantean guardian," Chrysta informed. Melinda gave her a dark scowl then walked away to her group of guards. Chrysta turned back to Jack.

"Chrys, never get in the way again," Jack said roughly, concern deep within his hardened eyes . Chrysta nodded, having no intention of keeping that promise…if she had to she would put herself in between him and his death.

"Chrysta, I need ye," Jack murmured as he cupped her cheek tenderly. Chrysta's eyes flickered closed, "I need for ye to be safe and out of harms way."

Chrysta gave a humorless chuckle.

"It's impossible in this tomb."

"Tomb? Are we actually within the tomb now?"

"Yes and the treasure is here too. Invisible and untouchable, within it are embedded evil spirits that will drive any mortal mad. The bones of ancestors are crushed underneath the gold…the demons protect the treasure and the spirits that the treasure holds. Only very powerful sorcerers can rid of the evil spirits, which means I don't think I can."

"How do ye know all this?" Jack asked as he cocked his head. His eyes glinting with impressiveness.

"Avaline and the ancient books in my cabin," Chrysta replied.

"How will the treasure become visible?"

"Once we wake the demons," Chrysta said and Jack's eyes widened.

"Why haven't ye woken them yet?"

"I think we need a little rest before we go into battle," Chrysta said as she shifted nervously and Jack saw her touch her navel softly. He noticed she did that when she was nervous lately, so to comfort her he grasped her hand that was touching her abdomen as he brushed his other hand across her lower abdomen towards her lower back from where he gathered her closer to him. Chrysta shuddered under his touch, the hand still grasping hers rubbed circles on her palm. She looked at him from under her fanning eyelashes and she leaned up to place a kiss on his firm, tempting lips. The kiss was short but incredibly tender and serene, an act so unlike them.

"Marry me?" Jack murmured as she placed her head on his shoulder and he kissed the top of her head. He felt Chrysta tense and she looked up to him.

"Another marriage proposal from you?" Chrysta asked with dark amusement in her eyes and a small smile curving her lips. Jack quirked an eyebrow.

"Don't you remember the first night we slept on the same bed…the night we fought the felines-"

"Of course I do. Ye were drunk that night, I honestly didn't think ye would remember since I hardly did because of what happened the next morning," Jack said, he was speaking of Avaline's murder and Chrysta was taken aback by the pang of hurt that shot through her heart like an arrow at the memory.

"Hmm. True enough. You told me about Elizabeth Swan," Chrysta said impassively, "And your infatuation to her."

Jack smirked, he heard a tiny tinge of jealousy in her tone. His sorceress was jealous and he liked the little show of emotion. It was so unlike her yet he liked her possessiveness for him because it showed that she wanted him only for herself and Jack liked that…a lot.

"The infatuation can never equal for what I feel fer ye luv, savvy?" Jack said as he skimmed a hand down her clothed spine with roguish and slightly arrogant smirk plastered on his face.

"Savvy," Chrysta breathed, "Do you really mean to wed me? I thought you were going to leave me in this god-forsaken island."

"I wouldn't be able to leave ye and when we leave the caves today, I will want to bond with ye as soon as possible in holy matrimony," Jack admitted, his eyes had deepened in a mix of possessiveness and want. Chrysta expected for him to be embarrassed, or hesitant since he was a notorious pirate but he seemed so sure and confident about marriage. She would think he would think marriage as a softening of a character. He had even mentioned once that marriage was for eunuchs.

"You've got no problems with marrying me?" Chrysta asked with her eyebrows raised incredulously. Jack stared deep into her eyes, honesty swirling within his chocolate orbs.

"No. I always get what I want and the only problem I have at the moment is that it can't happen soon enough," Jack said huskily.

"Well, I want to inform you that I am no longer pure," Chrysta said smirking, "I gave my innocence to an attractive, cunning and infamous pirate Captain."

"Did ye now?" Jack asked, his smirk mischievous and mirroring hers.

"Was he a good teacher?" he asked as leaned down and flicked his tongue out to taste her neck.

"Godly," Chrysta said throatily. Jack felt male pride surge through him, not only because of her compliment but for having such a divine creature in his arms…a divine woman that would soon be his completely and only his.

"You'll make a fine wife…a lifetime isn't enough to spend time with ye…to make love to ye," Jack murmured against her throat, he felt her purr vibrate through her silky skin.

"I think it is, I think the roguish pirate Captain would tire of me after a few months-"

"Don't ye dare say that Chrys," Jack growled and nipped her skin. Chrysta took in a sharp breath in a the feel of his teeth.

"A damned and blind fool would tire of a woman like ye," Jack said, his eyes now on hers and fiery.

"Well I hope you won't prove to be one," Chrysta said smoothly, a lopsided smile on her face.

"I'll hang meself from the noose if I ever entertain the idea of leaving ye," Jack promised, honesty ringing through his own ears.

"Wasn't marriage for eunuchs by the way?" Chrysta asked.

"I think I've proven that I am not a eunuch luv," Jack sniffed haughtily and Chrysta chuckled.

"I can further prove it," Jack purred as he pressed her against his growing arousal.

"Mhmm. Yess, you are definitely not a eunuch," Chrysta hissed as she pressed her lips to the spot below his ear. He shuddered as she raked a hand down his taut stomach.

"Careful now luv, don't get carried away," Jack said, his voice tinged with hoarse arousal.

"Hm I won't. In fact I'll stop now," Chrysta said as she separated herself from him. Seriousness took over her eyes, making them look like hardened metal. Jack missed the feel of her body and the softer, more sentimental look that had been in her eyes. As she walked away from him to explore the altar, he thought of his marriage proposal to her. He didn't regret it and he was proud he had done it, realizing that it was what he desired the most. He wanted her to belong to him just as much as he belonged to her. She was his sorceress and no one else's, through marriage it would be official. Many weeks ago before he came to the island, he would have shot whoever predicted that the notorious Captain Sparrow would ask a quite wicked sorceress to marry him. He chuckled to himself as he looked about and disguised the chuckle as a clearing of throat when he spotted Davis giving him a look as if saying Jack was definitely not alright…in the head.

Jack walked up to Chrysta as she read rune inscriptions on the altar.

"Have ye figured out how to wake the terrible dark beasties?" Jack asked.

"I'm working on it," Chrysta murmured distractedly. Jack walked around the altar slowly, examining it.

"A guardian's blood is what is needed," Chrysta declared as she conjured a dagger in front of her.

"I thought your powers were gone," Jack drawled.

"In some parts of the caves they are blocked, I can't do anything. But in some…they're freed," Chrysta said as she smirked before pulling her arm up above the silver alter and slashing the dagger across the palm of her hand. Jack winced as he noticed the deep gash, it was so deep and he could have sworn he saw the white of the bones. Ruby red blood dripped from the wound and as it hit the silver altar top it sizzled, making black smoke billow from where the crimson had disappeared.

Chrysta's eyes darkened like the smoke and swiped her bloodied hand into it, she seemed to grab a handful of it and then she stepped away from the altar. She opened her hand and flexed her fingers, the angry wound had completely vanished and she smiled.

A thundering crash sounded through the cavern and the sun-like orb faded, darkening the room.

"Get ready," Chrysta said as she conjured two silver swords. Jack unscathed his own. The feline statues shivered and then just slowly sunk into the ground. Hot steam huffed out of the new holes in the ground, where the statues had stood, and then from the hot steam cold, dark shadows rose out. They swirled in the air and misted over the steam eerily. The dark silhouettes drifted to the ground and solidified into male warriors. They were naked except for the black trousers they wore, their skins were silver and their eyes were the color of charcoal as were the inky black tattoos of felines on their arms and backs. Their bodies seemed to be made of pure muscle and strapped on their backs were either bows and arrows or swords. Overall their were about a dozen warriors; one stood out because of ruby ring he wore on his left hand. When Chrysta saw this, her instincts peeked…that warrior was the one she would have to fight and take the key from, which was the ring. He stepped forward and lifted his hand to the dimming golden-orb, the sun-like orb turning into a chilling blue-silver. It darkened the room significantly and Chrysta took this as a cue.

She jumped onto the altar, her stance indicating she was ready for battle. The warrior spirit with the ring flew onto the altar and landed with a dull thud, his eyes connected with hers and they flashed golden. Chrysta smirked, he had accepted her silent challenge. She swung one of her swords down at him powerfully but he was ready for the blow and blocked it with his own sword. Sparks flew from the clashing silver swords and with that clashing sound chaos erupted around the room. Battle cries and roars sounded but Chrysta ignored them, concentrating on her own fight as the others joined the battle.

She slashed at the warrior but he dodged as easily as she did, their moves were fast and vicious. Each blow easily considered fatal if they didn't dodge it. Chrysta slashed one of her swords to behead him, but he knelt down in time. She took advantage and kicked him backwards, he fell off the altar and she jumped off of it on top of him. She put her sword to his neck and was about to kill him when he smirked and disappeared from under her. Chrysta looked down furiously and yelped when she felt someone kick her in the middle of her back. She fell forward and turned around with a groan. The warrior was now standing above her and Chrysta's eyes widened with fear as he threw both swords to where her neck was. She rolled over quickly and shrieked when she wasn't quick enough and one of the swords pinned her shoulder down, his other sword had cracked the golden floor. He ripped the sword from her shoulder and she whimpered, she felt her magic flow through her and heal the wound. She concentrated on the swords she held in her hands and they lighted with fire, she jumped onto her feet and slashed at his torso. It sliced through him with a screechy sound, black blood poured from his wound and he hissed. He went to stab her through the heart but a sword intercepted it. Jack looked at the spirit warrior with intense hatred and ferocity. His eyes were serious, threatening and his face was contorted with fierce aggression.

Chrysta felt gratitude and jumped when someone bumped into her back. She looked down and saw a fearful Melinda cowering at her feet, Chrysta looked back at Jack who was fighting the warrior with impressive skill and brutality. Pirate, she thought before she turned to Melinda.

"Stop this m-madness," Melinda snarled, her eyes wide. Chrysta smirked and replied.

"I'll stop it for you stepmother."

With that said Chrysta twisted her body around and brought it forward again powerfully, ripping the flaming sword through the air. With a thump Melinda's head fell to the floor, her body still in a kneeling position as her head rolled towards two dueling beings. Jack Sparrow and the warrior. Melinda's head hit the warrior's feet, pausing the violent sword fight. Jack furrowed his eyebrows and then realization hit him, his mouth dropped open and he looked at Chrysta. The sorceress tilted her head to the side in acknowledgment, a smug smirk on her face. Melinda's body now limp on the floor where it had crumpled lifelessly beside the witch. Blood pooling around the body morbidly.

The warrior recovered from his surprise before Jack did and then swung his sword above his head to behead Jack. Chrysta eyes widened with horrification and started running towards them as she screamed. As the sword touched Jack's skin, the warrior froze.

Chrysta reached Jack and pushed him out of the way. Her heart pumping hard against her rib cage. She was bewildered when the orb shone gold again and lightened the hole cavern. She squinted her eyes and saw the warriors and their weapons disperse. The whole cavern was silent except for the little clink as a ring fell to the floor in front of her.

"Jack…"

"Yes?"

"What happened?"

"If ye don't know, I sure as hell don't."

Chrysta's breath huffed out.

"I'm glad you're safe," she said tightly. It had been too close.

"Do you want to know what stopped it sorceress?" A smooth feminine voice echoed out. Chrysta stiffened and so did the other human survivors, which was a handful of Jack's crew, Wilfred, Davis and surprisingly Jenna.

"I do," Chrysta spoke back.

"A group of sorcerers that can rival…the Gods."

"I don't like the sound of that," Jack whispered.

"Same here," Chrysta whispered back.

"We're known as the Immortal Clan," an intense male voice said. A man materialized on the altar. His eyes were pearly white, he wore midnight black robes and his hair was glossy onyx. He held a staff made of white wood that shone as if made of pearls. Four more sorcerers materialized behind him, behind the altar and they were all hooded. The whole cavern became chillier with their arrival and black magic pricked at Chrysta's skin. As she took in the sight of the sorcerers and sorceresses she had a feeling something was going to go terribly wrong. She could practically taste the lethal danger.

"Are you obstacles we must beat to get the treasure?" Chrysta asked. One of the hooded figures laughed, it was a high-pitched screech and was obviously a woman. She flung her hood off to reveal a beautiful face, perfectly sculptured and adorned with two vibrant blue eyes. Golden blonde hair cascaded down the sorceress's back in perfect ringlets. The other sorcerers took this as a cue and flung their own hoods off. Their were three more not including the white-eyed man and the blonde woman. One of them was a dark-skinned and stunning woman, her long hair was braided and golden beads were woven on each of the ends of them. Her eyes were nearly black but made her mysterious and supernatural looking. There was another beautiful woman with ginger hair and shiny green eyes, her skin was tanned, she stood nearest to the man on the altar. The other clan member was a man, with golden hair and golden eyes. He was tall and handsome, with tanned glowing-like skin.

"I'm Ladarius," the man on the altar said, "We aren't here to fight you…unless you choose not to cooperate of course."

"Does cooperating mean we have to leave and never return? Leave the treasure?" Chrysta drawled, Ladarius smirked.

"No. We only want one thing."

"And what is that?" Chrysta asked, her voice strained. Jack tensed beside her.

"You," Ladarius said as he let go of the staff, he disappeared and then reappeared in front of Chrysta and Jack. The pirate took out his pistol but it flew from his hands into the smirking blonde woman's.

Chrysta gasped when she saw Ladarius' eyes which were exactly like hers. The same exact grey.

"Sister, I have waited so long for this. For you to join us…like our mother would have wanted. We have been watching you since Melinda murdered Mya."

"What?" Chrysta asked shocked. She heard Gibbs mutter unintelligibly and heard something stumble to the ground behind her. She glanced behind her and saw Jenna on the floor…she had fainted.

"I think it's time you knew the truth. Evelina if you will."

The red-head sat on the altar and crossed her legs.

"Chrysta, your brother was left in the forest to die. Melinda left him there," Evelina said, she paused to look at Melinda's body and sighed, "I found him and took care of him for a few years and I returned to Mya to tell her the truth. Your mother recovered and soon after had another child…you. She was still upset that she couldn't have her son back, but we both decided it was for the best if he didn't return. There was still the threat of Melinda, who would have killed him without a doubt if she had the chance again. We've kept an eye on you all these years. Avaline taught you well and she lead you to us-"

"By telling me of the treasure…this hasn't only been the path to your clan but it has also been a test, hasn't it?" Chrysta asked.

"That's correct. You are quick aren't you?" Ladarius asked, but Chrysta glared at him. The sorcerers seemed untrustworthy, Chrysta's instincts told her so.

"Why do you want me?"

"For your skill and powers," Evelina said.

"What if I don't agree to join your clan?"

"Then we will have to change your mind," Ladarius said, his voice had tightened with anger, "Valaria."

The blonde woman smirked and appeared near Chrysta with a gust of wind.

"Now Chrysta, I suggest you cooperate," Valaria cackled, "You don't want to fight me."

"What do you do in this clan?" Chrysta asked composedly.

"We travel around the world, searching for magical and very powerful items made by the Gods themselves. We manipulate these items, keep them and use them. We become more powerful with each item we conquer. We are walking Gods. The most powerful beings in this world," Ladarius said.

"I won't play with the Gods that way. I won't challenge them like you do," Chrysta promised, "I don't agree to join your clan."

"We are after immortality. We have managed to slow physical aging but-"

"That's not enough, you want more," Chrysta sneered.

"Is it so wrong to know you deserve immortality, especially with the powers we have been given? A lifetime is not enough for us."

"It is for me."

"Chrysta you are still young. I am sure you will change your mind one day," Ladarius said, "You are still grieving over our mothers death. You have persistently sought revenge and sated it today. A revenge that if you fulfilled would also satisfy me, sister. I am impressed by your will to do something, by the powers you possess and exert for personal gain."

"I am sure I will not change my mind," Chrysta countered. Ladarius' eyes darkened with anger.

"Insolent woman! Master, she knows nothing of life," Valaria shrieked and she struck Chrysta's cheek. Jack growled angrily and went in front of Chrysta. Valaria smirked.

"Look how romantic. A pirate protecting a sorceress."

"My sorceress," Jack snarled.

"Yours?" Ladarius asked.

"He's her lover," Evelina said smoothly, "We must respect that."

"As long as they respect our master," Valaria sneered at Evelina.

"Captain Sparrow," the dark-skinned woman said as she appeared in front of them beside Valaria, her voice was naturally husky, "Chrysta isn't worth all this trouble. Take your crew and the treasure and leave her with us. We won't hurt her, we'll take good care of her."

"No," Jack said firmly, "I'll leave the cursed treasure and take my bonny lass with me. Savvy?"

"The treasure is not cursed anymore, we lifted it and we will not hesitate to kill you all," the golden-eyed man drawled calmly.

"Now Henry, we shouldn't take it that far," the dark-skinned woman said, her eyes gleaming with callous humor.

"Lara, it is inevitable if Chrysta won't agree," Henry drawled.

"We will fight back," Chrysta said and Valaria shrieked with laughter.

"You wouldn't be able to beat us. It is impossible."

"Valaria fight Chrysta…for Davis," Ladarius said, "But first let the treasure appear."

Chrysta felt her anger grow. Her 'brother' made the treasure appear to tempt Jack and the others into leaving her with them, she noticed the ring had now appeared on Ladarius's index finger. The whole cavern shown with golden coins, vases, crowns, spears, swords, statues, bowls, chalices, chests and all types of colored gems.

"Here's the rules dear sorceress," Valaria said in a high-pitched cruel voice, "I win and Davis dies. You win and I let him live."

"I don't trust you to keep your word," Chrysta sneered and Valaria smiled evilly.

"We keep our promises most of the time. Just like you."

"I always keep my word, so I'm hoping you will" Chrysta snarled. Before Jack could protest against the fight , Chrysta had pounced towards Valaria. The blonde woman shrieked but moved swiftly to the side before Chrysta could touch her. Valaria's eyes flashed dangerously, she stretched out her arm and a golden sword from a pile of gold came flying towards it. Chrysta grabbed a two spears from another pile. She pulled her hand back and threw it forward powerfully, the spear whizzed through the air but then froze halfway towards it's destination and dropped. Valaria smirked and twirled her sword threateningly. Chrysta ran towards her but Valaria appeared behind her, grabbed her hair and pulled her back roughly. Chrysta growled and twisted around to punch her, her fist would have connected but Valaria disappeared in a mist.

"Coward!" Chrysta snarled, furious that the other sorceress cheated and avoided everything Chrysta threw her way. Valaria appeared behind her and kicked out at Chrysta's legs. The sorceress buckled to the ground and wheezed when the blonde kicked her in the stomach. Chrysta went to grab Valaria's leg but Valaria once again disappeared, the echo of her cackling laugh still in the air.

Chrysta stood up as Valaria appeared in front of her and smashed the hand that held the solid-gold sword across her face. Chrysta felt the bones on her cheek shatter as she fell to the ground. The blonde sorceress took advantage and stabbed a golden spear through Chrysta's shoulder, pinning her to the ground. Jack ran towards them but found himself rendered motionless because he was suddenly tied up…as was everyone else. Blood dripped from Chrysta's mouth and the side of her face was burning with fiery pain and already turning purple. Her furious eyes looked up to see Valaria fly towards Davis, who had his hands held behind his back by the golden-eyed man. Valaria looked straight into Chrysta's eyes, grasped both sides of Davis' neck and twisted it. The snap resounded through the cave followed by a crumpling body. Chrysta felt her scream of rage tear it's way out of her throat as Davis' lifeless body hit the ground with a thump.

A/N: Welll, I hope it doesn't seem like I've rushed through this story. I understand my quality of writing has diminished in quality a little, given that I haven't been writing in a while. I hope you all still enjoyed it though.

And once again thank you to all my amazing readers and reviewers! You are seriously awesome and have helped me continue writing this story….which by the way is officially finished………YES! That's right, Treacherous Values is now completed and there's only two more chapters left.

It has actually made me sad it is and it was so incredibly hard to finish it. :( Although there is that chance of a sequel! If you readers/ reviewers do want one of course.

Anyways let me know what you think about Treacherous Values and the prospect of having a sequel. And feel free to criticize my writing because it's my own fault if it is mediocre since I haven't been practicing.

-Ana

Preview For Next Chapter:

"So you won't become a part of this clan?" Ladarius asked Chrysta.

"I will not become a part of something I do not agree with."

"You sure about that?"

"Certain."

"Larah….bring me Jack Sparrow."

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