It had stopped raining as Daven left the building, Edgar at his side. He almost laughed at what had occurred earlier...

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"F-forgive m..me, Daven, I-

"Tell it to the Devil for all I care."

With that, he pulled the trigger. It went

"click".

"Oh my, I ran out of bullets..."

he sighed in a fake upset tone.

Lilith was on the floor, out cold. He snorted in disgust at that. He saw a gorgeous dress on a hanger on the bathroom door-midnight blue-the right size for Danielle.

*Perfect...*

He thought, taking it and placing it in a box-neatly folded- before leaving for Danielle's home. The time was 12.oo midnight now.

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Danielle pondered on Daven's whereabouts as warm water scoured her exposed form in the bathroom.

Where could he be at this time of the night?

Unknown to her, Daven was at her window, wondering how to get in (REALLY!)

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Daven felt like a thief doing this, yet he had no choice. Also he wanted to surprise her.

He nearly fell off the ledge upon what he saw. Danielle had just stepped out of the shower. Her figure was still the same lithe form...her skin still flawless...His undead heart skipped a 100 beats. He needed a cold shower-BAD. Suddenly, she paused. He stood still. She shrugged it off and dried herself before putting on a nightdress. When he was sure she was gone, he slid into the bathroom and into the apartment. He was greeted by a frying pan at his face. He caught it in time-and Danielle's arm too.

"I thought you were a burglar-

"Not surprised..."

he panted. He passed her the dress.

"That's so sweet of you-Oh My—

She was looking at Daven's back. She saw several bullet-holes in them. Grabbing a tweezer, she told him to take off his shirt.

"What did you do just now? You were back so late."

Daven winced as Danielle extracted the bullets.

"You want the truth?"

"Definitely."

He then told her of Rock's, Boulder's and Simon 's deaths. Lilith lived-for he still could not bear the thought of killing her off. He still had a silver of symphaty for her.

She paused at that. By then, all18 bloody bullets were in the dustbin.

"Do you still love her?"

"No."

"Really?"

"Damn straight."

Daven remembered the day of their break-up too well. She saw him making eyes at the flashy-eyed Lilith in the pub. She looked at him and asked if he loved Lilith. He was drunk-he said yes, "Better than a frigid bi---

She left. At home, she wept. She forgave him eventually. And she never forgot him. Ever.

"Danielle, listen to me. I was a fool, yes....I was a bastard, but you were truly the only one for me, in my heart."

The crow nudged her arm but she ignored it. She gazed upon Daven. He was a slender, slightly muscular youth, with shoulder-length hair with a dash of Heathcliff, making him an attractive, dashing writer. He took her hand and looked upon her. She, a part-time dancer and writer, already earning quite a bit nowadays. Her lithe form showed off the hours of training in the dance halls. Her ivory skin, green eyes and red hair made her an attractive beauty.

"Is that the gospel truth?"

"Amen."

She hugged him gently, careful to avoid the ( unknown to her )closing wounds. He held her even tighter.

"Let's start all over, shall we?"

Daven smiled.

"You're Forgiven, Not Forgotten,

You're Forgiven Not Forgotten,

You're forgiven not forgotten...

You're not forgotten.

No you're not forgotten."

-The Corrs, "Forgiven Not Forgotten"(LISTEN TO THIS WHILE READING THIS CHAPTER!!!)