Chapter 38: Loss

"DAVIS! DAVIS! NOO!" Chrysta screamed in rage. Her throat raw with the force of her screams.

"Davis! Davis!" Valaria mocked in a high pitched voice. Chrysta ignored the weight that had settled in her stomach and she pushed herself up into a sitting position as she pulled the golden spear out of her shoulder.

Chrysta felt her body start to prickle with murderous energy, a magic that surged through her with such incredible power but hadn't in so long because of the little being inside her womb. She touched her navel softly and felt a tear leak down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly and stood up from the floor.

"Fight me like a mortal," Chrysta said.

"Oh! And she still has the fight in her. I like her Ladarius, like her very much…but not enough for me to go easy on her," Valaria said as she gave a high-pitched laugh which made Chrysta's blood boil.

"FIGHT ME!" Chrysta roared, anger surging through her veins. The demon was returning, strengthening her to the point of no return.

Valaria stopped laughing, her face contorted into a murderous glare.

"We were not finished fighting and you killed him," Chrysta said to the blonde woman then turned to her brother, "You sorcerers cannot keep your promises just as I predicted. And I will let you know that I am one to keep my word, it is what sets us completely apart. I hope you all rot in hell, I truly do."

"Shameful creature," Valaria shrieked and with wicked speed she slammed Chrysta to the ground, "Do not speak to our majesty this way. To your brother that you should have total pride in!"

Chrysta rolled her body away as Valaria sent a kick towards her navel. She scrambled up onto her feet and luckily caught Valaria unawares as her fist connected with the blonde's jaw with a powerful crack.

"Shameful creature? Am I?" Chrysta hissed as she conjured two silver daggers in the air and sent them flying towards Valaria's neck; the first one she dodged easily but the other one stabbed deeply through the middle of her swanlike neck and continued to carve a straight and deep wound across it. Valaria dropped to the ground, which was now wet with her own ruby red blood, her eyes were now lifeless and cold. Chrysta felt grim satisfaction and the daggers disappeared. She turned to look at Ladarius.

"An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth," Chrysta murmured as she cocked her head to the side, her eyes black and hooded with pure demon.

Ladarius looked at Valaria's body and with a wave of his hand made it disappear, he did the same with Davis's. Henry and Larah looked angry, but Ladarius and Evelina looked composed and indifferent.

"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."

Chrysta felt her heart clench and a weight settled into her stomach. The demon in her didn't let her show emotion even though on the inside…the woman in her was screaming in fear and indignation. She was afraid Ladarius could hear, especially since a cruel smirk curved his lips.

"Leave him," Chrysta ground out. The ropes tied around Jack turned into ashes.

"Is this the reason you don't join us?" Ladarius asked, "Is he what you want most in life? To build a life with a pirate?"

"He's not the only reason. I told you already that I don't agree with what this clan does."

"I ask one last time Chrysta, will you join us?" Ladarius asked, his impatience was evident.

"No. I love Jack and I won't leave him for your damned clan."

With magic Larah flung Chrysta to the side and pulled out a pistol. She pointed it to Jack's heart. Chrysta screamed and stood up quickly from the floor, watching with wide horror-struck eyes as she jumped to get in the way.

A shot resounded through the entire cavern…

Her body fell to the floor, her eyes still open but completely lifeless.

Evelina shrieked with wide aghast eyes and she dropped to the floor, with her hands over her lips. Her eyes tearing with the sad thought of losing another great sorceress.

Jack felt his world shatter. A feeling that knocked the air out of his lungs, his soul rip into a million pieces, his stomach drop and his own body ache painfully. He fell to his knees and he pulled himself to the woman who was dead but continued to bleed on the floor.

Larah dropped her pistol, her face a mask of horror, shame and shock.

Jack cradled Chrysta gently, her blood soaking him. He couldn't cry or scream, because he couldn't believe her dead. She couldn't be, he loved her. She was a sorceress for heaven's sake, she couldn't leave him. He looked into her beautiful grey eyes. Ones he thought had been lifeless because they had been void of emotion…but they hadn't been completely empty like this. There was a horrible glazed and blank look marring her clear eyes. Eyes that now stared emptily into his, nothing was to be seen in them again and he felt his heart break further.

He reached to stroke her cheek, he could feel his hand trembling as he ran it down her smooth skin. He closed her eyes gently, and as he did he felt his throat ache painfully. He swallowed thickly and hugged her to him tenderly. He could feel the warm trickle of blood soaking him. Her blood. His Chrysta's blood.

"Luv. You aren't dead. Wake up darlin', don't play games with me," he murmured, as he held her limp body to him. His eyes closed, as he pressed her still body against his. His heart continued to tear as he didn't feel her heart beat against his. Her heartbeat that he used to listen to at nighttime after they made love, a heart beat that he hadn't listened to enough.

She had been his dark goddess, only his. And now she had been taken away from him. She had given her life for his, but what was the point of living without her? He wanted to sink into nothingness, a painless world…the place where she rested now. He wanted to be with her, be held in her arms for eternity. She had lit something within him that no other had or ever would. She had been created for him as he was created for her. But now she was gone. Gone. He didn't understand how a lone thought could be so painful.

"I love ye so much. Rest my angel," Jack murmured, "I'll join you soon. I want to join you, don't leave me."

There were no coherent thoughts running through his head. The moment seemed surreal to him, reality seemed untrue and like a nightmarish dream. Weeks ago he would have never imagined himself in such a state and in such a scenario.

Tragedy struck his heart repeatedly. He knew she wasn't coming back. He knew she wouldn't ever speak again, breath again, smile again, laugh again, cry again, sleep again…run, walk, swim, eat, drink, or read again. That hurt him terribly and he felt a tear drip down onto her. They were supposed to get married. Live a life together in the sea or wherever she chose and now the opportunity was gone.

He felt overwhelmed, his world fell apart and burned away into ash. He leaned down and kissed her forehead then traced the scar on her temple. Jack felt his emotions vanish into numbness slowly. It had happened too fast. Way too fast. He still couldn't wrap his mind around it.

"Goodbye," Jack whispered as he pressed his lips to hers. Ladarius walked up to him with grey hooded eyes…so like hers yet different in the sense of what they contained.

"It is time for you and the others to go. We never wanted to harm any of you this way…I am sorry," Ladarius said smoothly. Jack could hear no sincerity but he couldn't care less. He felt defeated as if life had left his body. His soul had been sucked out of him, replaced by desolation and emptiness. He was in shock. The only thing on his mind now was to leave the bloody island and forget about the one thing he had valued above treasure, above the Pearl, and even above his own life.

A/N: Another twist to this story. Hope you enjoyed the writing because I'm sure you didn't enjoy poor Chrysta being killed. But there's still the next chapter to see how things go…which is the last chapter sadly.

Just a fact though, this story doesn't necessarily have a happy ending. I'm usually not a fan of happy endings since they are a bit over-rated but you will see for yourselves. :P

Preview For Next Chapter:

"Jenna," Jack croaked, his voice strained with a small fear and tiredness. Her head snapped up and he saw the many tear streaks on her cheeks. Jenna's eyes were swollen and red.

"What was it ye had to tell me before?" Jack asked, Jenna's eyes flooded with more tears and she whimpered as she hid her face in her hands.

"She was w-with child. Y-your ch-child," Jenna sobbed.

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