Chapter 8

The Last Battle

By Random Classmate

Disclaimer- I don't own the title, one of the characters, or anything that happens to belong to someone who isn't me and therefore I don't own it so it is not mine but in fact someone else's property that I have stolen from their rightful places in books and manipulated to do my bidding! MWA HA HA!!!!!!!! *ahem* Anyway.... on with the story!!

Numair stared down at the girl. He was enraged. She had seduced his son and made him fall in love with her. His face contorted with rage. Little whore. Who does she think she is! I know she knows how I feel about Demitre falling in love! She has to go! Demitre must never fall in love with anyone! He can't love anyone! Never! He never has! Never will! I must protect him from this bitch! She must learn her place! Tomorrow, she goes where she belongs! He glared at her venomously. Tomorrow... you leave.... forever....

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In the morning she woke up to find herself tied to a pole. Numair sat in a chair next to Demitre. Demitre had his head down. Numair glared at her from his seat.

"Demitre...? What-" Mel inquired softly.

"Don't talk to him you murderer! Don't you think you've hurt him enough!!!", Numair snapped at her, "You are just like a sponge! You suck the love out of people and leave them cold and dry!"

"What are you...." Mel said frightened by his harsh tone.

"You killed Kriandar so you could use Demitre as a toy for your sick and twisted fantasies! You belong behind bars!" Numair was enraged. His dark face was turning red and purple in fury. He slapped her with all his might. Blood seeped from the corners of her mouth. Demitre continued looking at the floor. She looked at him with teary eyes.

"Demitre I didn't-" Mel whispered to him hoping that she would wake up from this awful dream. It wasn't a dream... not this time..... Demitre looked away. She let her head fall. Her love had forsaken her. She didn't know what to do. Numair grabbed her hair.

"Demitre, I'll finish this. Leave." Numair said looking her in the eyes. She stared into his. They weren't angry, they danced with laughter. She mustered all her energy and yell for Demitre.

"Wait!!! Don't go!!! Please!! It's a trick!!! Demitre I love you I would never hurt you!!!" She cried. Numair punched her. She moaned. Demitre opened and closed the door staying inside without his father seeing him.

"Would you like to know what really happened to Kriandar? I killed her. I planned to pin her death on you so that my son would stay away from you, but I guess it didn't work out as nicely as I had hoped. Demitre still loved you. I waited for you to finally give it up. I had hoped you would be smart enough to take hints from me. You are a slave, and he is the heir to my fortune, my wealth. He is my only son. And I haven't broke my back again and again for him to marry a peasant whore! He will be great! He will continue to bring honor to the Salmalin name as long as he lives!"

" There is no honor in that name!!! Not anymore!!! You are a disgrace!!!!!" Mel yelled. She hated him!!

"Hold your tongue girl!!"

"I respect those who deserve it and you, sir, do not deserve respect!!! You are a treacherous hateful man who thinks of no one but himself!!!! You care only about your happiness and destroying any hope of your son being happy!!!" She had been holding that back for at least a year. Those word had been building up waiting to come out.

"Why you arrogant little bastard! You are just as bad as your parents! You betrayed them to the crown!! You knew the were hiding a heretic! You let them die!!!! I know your story!! You could have saved them!!!"

He was right. Nearly sixteen years ago, her parents took in a heretic. They were killed for holding him several years later. She didn't know. She never knew her parents kept a heretic in their basement. She thought he was her uncle who stayed in the basement. She couldn't have saved them and the man. So she just saved him.

"You......... I saved you....... you were the reason my parents were killed! I help you escape the house.... you left me to die!!!!" At that her bonds loosed up she pulled from the pole and leaped at Numair. Her hands wrapped around his neck. He yelled but it was interrupted. Demitre saw his bride attempt to kill his father. He ran to her. She saw him and released. Numair placed his hands on her throat and squeezed as hard as he could. Demitre panicked. He tried to find something to stop his father. He saw a dagger sitting on a chair. He ran to get it. Mel was beginning to lose consciousness. Her eyes started to close and her face was turning blue. Demitre, not knowing what to do rammed the dagger into his father's back. Numair released Mel. She fell to the ground. Numair glared at Demitre.

"I... raised you.... you ungrateful little.... wimp..... she's going to betray you.... wait you'll see..... I promise......" With that Numair toppled over. Blood poured down his back like a waterfall. His face went pale and blood spilled from his lips. Demitre went to his side. "Only wanted you to be happy..... love is over-rated. I lost the ability to love when your mother died. I hope you understand that."

"Dad... you can love.... you love me (no you sick puppies! potty heads!!! I meant like a father and son love!! not yaoi!! yucky...)...... don't you dad?" Numair never realized that. He did love his son.... He patted Demitre's shoulder and died.

End of Chapter 8

End of Melquiades

Wasn't that pretty. I am going to write an epilogue for you. Hope you liked it. Please review!!!! See ya next time! -Random Classmate

Credits

Written By: Random Classmate

Material Stolen By: Random Classmate

Original Ideas By: Tamora Pierce

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Thank you to: Density Josnen

Lady Christina

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Daddy and Mommy

The Readers (yes thank you guys)

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Thank you for tuning in! Bye Bye everyone!!!!!! -Random Classmate