Okay, my editor had been bogged down with stuff, and I am going away this weekend, so I thought I would go ahead and post this unedited. I just did not think it fair to make you guys wait two weeks for it. So here it is. I will post the revised edition as soon as she gets me the edited version!

Chapters 1-6 have been revised, so all you who are thinking about re-reading, feel mistake free! They are fixed, and soon we will have the rest done as well! Hope this improves the enjoyment of my readers!

This chapter is the last. I do have an epilogue planned, and most of it is written! Expect the first chapter of Daycare a few days after I get the epilogue out! I hope all of you have enjoyed this story. If I leave anything open, its because I Planned it that way!

~Ravyn~

Chapter 10

Zach settled down into the plane's seat. The first class really was not more comfortable than coach it was just filled with more leather, and slightly better tasting food; but somehow it all still tasted like cardboard.

Smiling at the waitress he looked at the heavy overcast that covered the land. It was not the storms that bothered him, just a keen since of forbidding.

He just hoped that everything was going all right in Ami's world.

~*~

Ami watched the rain fall in harsh rivulets down the windowpanes. The thunder and lightening was on a rare display tonight, and it crashed with a vengeance. Makoto would try to say it was a warning, as if it was saying something. She insisted the rain always told a story.

Ami sometimes wondered about her friend's hobbies.

Turning away from the window Ami made her way into the kitchen. Grabbing two coffee mugs she filled one to the brim with water and shoved it into the microwave. Turning it on for forty or so seconds she searched for the lone pack of hot chocolate.

Placing the coveted packet on the countertop Ami dug through her fridge, which desperately needed to be cleaned out, and found the single can of whip cream.

Hearing the microwave beep, Ami dumped the hot chocolate into the wide rimmed mug and took the other, hotter, mug out of the microwave. Emptying the hot water into the chocolate filled coffee mug, Ami absently stirred the hot water and chocolate together.

Putting the coffee mug that was empty into the sink Ami grabbed the whip cream. Adding a healthy layer of the white substance to her drink, Ami moved to one of the high stools.

Swinging her bare feet to an unheard rhythm Ami took a long drink from her cup, whip cream clinging to her nose. Ami wrinkled the offended object and reached up with the back of her hand and wiped it off. Looking at her floor Ami froze.

There, in front of one or her many windows, was a footprint. Her eyes followed them until they left. It led to under her sink. Ami felt her stomach fall into her feet and her breathing became labored. Carefully Ami took another sip of the hot drink; it was best if he knew nothing about her knowing.

Whoever it was.

Ami carefully placed her mug on the countertop and forced the urge to sprint out of her house at top speed, came to mind. Ami saw something shift and looked outside, at the pounding surf. Slowly she edged to the back patio. If she could get outside, she might be able to hide; there was no chance anyone would hear her desperate screams anyway.

Thunder broke with angry violence across the night sky.

Ami saw the shadow moved slowly out of its hiding spot as her fingers desperately moved across the lock. The image stood to full height just as she managed to shove the door open. Ami screamed when he started toward her, and with a final shove, broke outside.

Ami took off, not caring about her bare feet, or the rough debrey the angry waves had tossed onto the shore. Ami sprinted down the angry streets, a scream ripping from her throat.

Ami shifted her course and headed for the road. Asphalt cut into her soft feet, and if it had been another day, not filled with rain, blood would have been clear on the ground.

Ami screamed louder, the thunder covering her shriek, as something tackled her to the ground. She felt the skin on her knees and legs being scrapped off in a burning sensation.

Looking over her shoulder Ami saw her attackers face, and her scream echoed across the empty streets, lightening and thunder masking the sounds.

~*~

Zach patiently looked around the almost empty lobby in the airport. The sounds of the storms raged against the glass pains that separated him from the elements. It seemed as if the sky was cursing someone.

Hearing the sounds of high heels click across the surface of the polished floors, Zach turned, curious as to why a woman would be out in an airport at this time of night.

And he felt the world spin and drop.

In front of him stood the one woman he swore he would never see again. Dark hair was layered in perfection; large green eyes looked around in innocence, hiding the predatory gaze that was lurking behind her dark lashes. Long legs disappeared into a skirt that bordered on to short, and a perfect figure was accented by the dark clothing she wore.

All in all a vision, one that he hated more than he hated anything. The picture perfect woman in front of him had crashed every bone in his body and through his heart in his face, as easily as breathing.

Sorsha walked forward with purpose and met his gaze unflinching. A smiled tugged at her full lips as she slithered her way forward.

"What do you want?" Zach snarled. Anger was coming off him in plausible waves.

" Why, Zach, you aren't happy to see me?" Sorsha demanded in her low husky voice.

" No." Zach said, his tone ice. His expression was molded from granite.

Sorsha gave out a low laugh and ran a hand down his chest. Zach calmly knocked it away. His green eyes burned. " Stay away from me, Sorsha."

The brunette's expression went from happy to loathing. " I don't get thrown over by anyone, Zach." Her voice was practically a hiss.

" If I remember correctly it was you who threw me over. I don't take woman back after they do what you did." Zach said firmly. " Stay out of my life, Sorsha, and don't come back."

Sorsha narrowed her perfect gaze," Who is it?" She screeched. "Who have you dared love?"

Zach turned and started walking toward Jason, his ride to Ami's, and turned for only last word.

" My Princess."

Sorsha yelled at his retreating back. " I will find her, and then I will make you pay. I swear I will!"

Zach nodded to Jason and sighed.

" What is it about the cold hearted ex-girlfriends who come back to bit you in the ass?" Jason muttered as they walked outside.

" Speaking from experience?" Zach taunted.

" You have no idea."

~*~

Ami struggled against the chair and cursed anyone and everything she could think of. They had been a hundred maneuvers that she had been taught as a child to keep herself from getting into this situation, but they never told you that fear kept you from acting, and that it froze all your limbs up.

Greg walked back into the room, a demon smile on his features. Ami felt her body freeze in total fear. She knew she was in trouble, knew it with absolute clarity that shook her to the core.

After a struggle that had covered her in a series of bruises and scrapes he had dragged her back to the house, her precious and beautiful house, and ruthlessly tied her to one of the low backed chairs that where scattered through out her house.

Greg watched Ami's eyes dilate in fear, fear that froze her body. Almost lovingly he stroked the camera, holding the piece close the same way he would have her.

" This could have been so easy." Greg mummered, his voice a dreary whisper above the storm. His eyes watched Ami struggle with her bonds in a hysterical manner.

Gently he began to snap the pictures that would immortalize her to the world. Pictures of her in every angle. Each click was like ticking of a time bomb. And once he stopped pushing the buttons, life would end.

Ami struggled with her bonds even as he walked around her, mummering words and sayings that she had no want to hear. Instead she concentrated on keeping her wits; something that loosing had cost her, and forced herself to not slip into insane panic.

Ami kept her expression panicked, even as the bonds face loose on her arms. She was tied in the same manner as Indiana Jones, a movie Minako had forced her to watch over and over, and she had managed to wiggle the knot loose.

Greg gave a low laugh as the camera refused to function, it clearly telling its rapid owner that it was out of film. Pulling a long wire out of his pocket he moved toward her, intentions clear.

Ami lurched in her chair, using the force of her impact to send her over him. Ami scrambled out his the ropes only to be hit again from behind.

Screaming Ami kicked out, rewarded with the sound and feel of her foot hitting Greg in the jaw. Rolling Ami rushed to the front door. Hitting it Ami's clammy fingers forced the door to be open.

Ami screamed when she was ripped from the door and rolled against the much heavier body. Forcing herself to kept momentum going Ami struggled to find some way to get loose. If they stopped, he would pin her rather easily with his body weight.

Ami raked her nails down his face and screamed when his fist planted itself in her stomach. Gasping for air, she never saw the kick that nailed her ribs.

~*~

Zach knocked on the door again and figured that the storm hid the sound. Hearing something that sounded like a scream he frowned. Looking at his watch he grimaced. It was only 7:30, Ami should have been up, but there where no lights on. Must have been a power outage.

Hearing the same scream, louder this time, Zach exchanged looks with Jason. Reaching for the spare key he unlocked the front door. Opening the door he quickly walked into the hall that connected the living room to the parlor, and saw the sight that scared the shit out of him.

Ami was struggled with a man that was trying to tie something onto her neck. Her screams echoed with the thunder. Zach felt a rage he had not thought possible enter his mind. It was like his vision clouded over with blood.

Ami felt Greg yanked off her and she scrambled over and away. Turning tears ran down her face, and sobs began to build themselves in her throat. But the site that stopped her, was one that she had been praying for.

Zach was leveling Greg into the wall with a force that shocked him. It was like he stood out in some type of light, and the force of his punches where drilling Greg into the wall. Ami winced when she heard the sounds of something breaking, but she was too tired to do anything more.

Zach threw Greg into one of the low tables, and Greg did not get up. Dimly he was aware of Jason hollering at him to stop, but it was barely regretting around his blood thirst. Until he heard a single sound that crushed his rage into his stomach.

Turning he saw Ami, sitting in a pool of water, crying her eyes out. Leaving Greg to Jason, Zach dropped to his knees. Pulling Ami into his arms he began to rock her.

Gently he told her it was all right, that everything was all right. Ami sobbed raggedly into his chest. IN the distance sirens echoed from Jason's call.

Greg moaned and Jason watched Zach hold Ami. Whistling softly he kicked Greg in the ribs to shut him up.

~*~

Zach brushed a strand of dark navy hair from Ami's forehead as he watched her sleep. Her face was tear streaked, but she had made it through the questioning the police had given her.

They had no idea what had caused Greg to go off, but if they had their way, he was going to be locked up for a very long time. He would not bother this nymph again. If it was the last thing he did.

Lying down next to Ami he wrapped his arms around her. He was going to get a chewing down from her in the morning, but he needed to feel her to be sure she was all right.

Snuggling into her hair he whispered three little words. Ami rolled into his chest and sighed softly.

And thunder crashed.

Whelp, here we go! Hope I made this chapter as good as the rest. Great place to stop no? *Giggle* And I will have the epilogue out soon! You no the drill!

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