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Ray ran. She ran from her fears. She ran through her burning tears. She ran from what had just happened. She ran away from her jumbled thoughts that told her to go back. Ray stumbled over the asphalt of a decayed street. Her heart pounded in her ears. Ray finally fell to her knees. Her salt streaked cheeks felt numb beneath her sobbing. Caddilyn was dead. What could she do?

Malik. His ripped and bloodied form came into her mind. She had to find him. He could not die, too. Rayota slowly stood up and tried to pull her damp hair off of her wet face. Malik would be 5 blocks north of the Centaur Fountain. That's where she had killed all the lycans.

The streets were deserted. No one was around to see the fight. Figures. Ray had always wanted people to stay away from the supernatural, but it would have been nice if they had known that she saved their butts every single night. Ray's clomping steps echoed off the buildings' walls. She subconsciously knew not to back track. She knew Cay was dead. A wide route around the edge of the city would work fine.

Ray came upon the blood-covered ground that had been the fight scene. Syrupy, red liquid covered the concrete and brick. However, the dead forms that had been the lycanthropes were gone. Malik was gone, also. Ray gasped and dashed over to where she had left Malik. A crimson stain was all that was there. She pounded her fist against the wall in frustration. Why couldn't they have just left him? Stupid lupines, they could never just leave their dead alone. They had to take them to destroy any evidence that their kind had been killed. Rayota knew they were, their blood stained her soul.

The Ivory Slayer was no more. Her fear was that she might kill someone she loved. Although, she had only had one friend: Caddilyn. Her funeral was not to long after her death. An old woman found her slashed body in front of her doorstep. She frantically called the police. Policemen just figured it had been a werewolf attack. But, no one understood why the cut was so perfect and clean. Weres were usually messy killers. It was apparently more fun. Actually, I am surprised that nobody noticed that all the blood had not been hers. Somebody had been kind enough to Caddilyn in a beautiful purple silk gown. Everything around her coffin had a lavender touch. People had covered the ground around her with violets. Hmm. Ray never knew she loved purple so much. A huddled mass circled the freshly dug grave. Ray had positioned herself close enough to see the minister, but not close enough to see Cay's face. It seemed interesting that Rayota did not recognize anyone there. She had never tried to get to know her friend. Friend. That sounded so odd. A hand gently touched her shoulder. She turned around to see Jounouchi's solemn face. He grabbed her hands and pulled Ray close. They wept together.

The ceremony ended. Rayota walked to the bus stop to get home. She was the only wearing black on the ride to her dorm. No Goths in sight. At the dorm, everything seemed normal. She went up to her room and slipped out of her dress and into a cotton nightgown. Ray was tired and needed rest. Her bed seemed comforting as she lied down. But, Ray caught sight of Caddilyn's bed and started crying. She moaned to herself. How could she cry like this? She was a slayer, the Ivory Slayer. Ray killed hundreds of demons. Caddilyn was a demon and the slayer had destroyed her. But, why did it hurt this much?

Her dreams were riddled with nightmares. When she woke up, she stared at the sky, which was becoming increasingly darker. The sun would set in an hour or so. Rayota had been sleeping for a long time. It was time to go out. Ray pulled herself out from the covers and walked to the bathroom. She looked into the mirror. Her scarred eyes looked back. Ray delicately touched it. It was always sad when she thought about it.

Her dad used to beat her when she was young. One night, Ray came home late from the movies. He was trying to fix a toaster in the kitchen. It would not work and he became increasingly frustrated. He saw her arrive and lashed out with a screwdriver. Her dad hit her and cut a slit over her eye. It blinded her eye. He apologized later for his anger, but threatened her to be quiet about it. Rayota had to hide it ever since. "Bastard!" she cried out to the mirror. She sighed. All she could do was cover it up with her long bangs. After finishing, she headed down the steps. She grabbed her cardboard box and went out the door. Maybe, tonight she could find Malik.

Rayota strode quickly down the sidewalk. She was heading to the beta werewolf of the city. Travacian was Jouno's friend, but Ray had always despised him. He sneaks around and has secret meetings often. Jounouchi denied his misconduct. Ray would not be surprised if he had been the leader of the rogues. His house was far, but the slayer sprinted the whole way there. He lived in a large suburban home with plain brick walls and white accents. A house designer's dream. Ray arrived in front of the home's black, metal barred fence and stopped. If she just knocked of the door and demanded to see her slayer friend before killing them all, then she would die.

He might not be home anyway. It was night and he probably would go out. No chances, though. A quick swoop around the house was easy since there was no real security. Ray half expected a werewolf on a chain to be guarding the backyard. Nothing. A double door chained together leaned against the house at an angle. It would probably lead down to the basement. Ray fingered the chains and decided to just pull one of the doors off its hinges. The hinges were already pretty rusted and the wood had begun to rot. She curled her fingers around the edges and pull. A low 0crack0 and the door split in half. Oops. The slayer did not know her own strength. She threw the half of door to the side and squeezed into the thin opening she had made.

The basement was dank and cold. A dim full moonlight coming through a broken window did not illuminate much. A light bulb hanging from the ceiling seemed good. Ray pulled its string and the room lighted up. It was a training room equipped with work out machines, punching bags, and the works. Travacian wanted to stay in shape. A small metal door in the corner of the room had a little foggy window to look into. It was a walk- in refrigerator probably used to store pig hearts and meat. A mortal visiting might find it suspicious if they found frozen hearts next to the ketchup upstairs. A deep seem on the wall caught Rayota's eye. She neared it and found that it was a secret door. The entire basement seemed very spacious. Its size fit the house's hugeness. There could easily be secret rooms. Ray would usually kick a door down, but that was very noisy. So instead, she put her shoulder to the door with her hand along the bottom and popped it open.

Inside, the room was even darker then the other. Ray found a light switch next to the entrance and flipped it on. The floor was bare as a bone except for a bed in the corner. An irregular lump lay bundled in blankets. Ray approached it. The form was Malik. She kneeled down next to him being careful of her blades' sheaths. He faced her but was unmoved by her presence. Malik's neck was bandaged well. Ray took her fingers and gently pulled back his sandy bangs. He looked horrible, pale as a ghost and dirty. Only a ratty pair of pants covered his body. Rayota fought back tears. She leaned forward and kissed his forehead. He stirred.

"Huuuu ..." Malik mumbled. He sat up with pain. There were no tethers on him; he was unbound. "Ray? Oh, you found me. I been here ... for a while," he slurred. Malik held his head. Ray could tell he was weak and confused. She had not seen him for almost a month.

"Oh God. Why are they still keeping you here?" Ray asked apprehensively. She helped Malik stand up.

"Umm ... well, they wanted me to stay for my 'Awakening'. I ... don't know what that is," he answered with growing alertness.

"I'm not sure, either." Rayota wrapped his arm around her neck. "Come on, we have got to leave."

"But, I'm so weak," he said. She almost laughed. Malik, the great slayer, weak? His ego must be in pain. Together, they staggered out of the room and towards the basement's exit. Up a couple stairs and they hit the grass. Rayota ran the best she could around the house and onto the street while she pulled Malik with her. He became too heavy after a few blocks. She had to rest.

On a curb, Ray sat down and put Malik next to her. The setting sun gave the atmosphere an orangey twilight. It was so close to night. Her breath was a little raspy from the run, but Malik was hyperventilating. He collapsed on the sidewalk and Ray leaned over him. "Come on, Malik. Breathe. We have got to get out of here before Travac ..." A long, low howl vibrated through the air followed by dozens of others. It was chilling. "Crap," Ray murmured. "He'll be looking for you."

Malik did not answer. She turned around to see why he was so quiet. He was staring at his hand. His fingers were thickening and his pointed nails were turning a deep brown. Rayota slowly drew her eyes up to the sky. The sun had set and a full moon rested among the stars. How could she forget today was the full moon? Her thoughts were jumbled. She looked back down at him. Malik's eyes were wide with anger and fear. They were so deep and so frustrated. "No," she whispered. The transformation spread down his arms and onto his bare chest.

"Kill me," he broke the silence. "Kill me now, before I am a filthy lycan."

Ray moved backwards. "No ... I ... I ... I can't." She stared as his face began to darken and his jaw expanded.

"Do it now!" Malik snapped. He growled, showing jagged canines. Quickly, he swiped at her, but only to grabbed a sword from its sheath. Ray snatched it back. "If you don't kill me, I will," Malik snarled in a deep rumble

She stared into the amber eyes of the one she loved so much. The one she wanted so much. The one she could finally have. The one she must kill. Rayota pulled her silver blade to her side. Malik watched its movements as it glinted in the moon's light. His skin was covered with fur and his muscled body trembled with savage rage. He was not hers anymore. Memories of Caddilyn's death seared her mind. Ray could not do it again. "Now!" Malik roared.

She rose to her feet. Rayota swiftly brought the sword down and sliced through the scarred skin of his neck. He clutched it in surprise. His body failed and he fell flat on the ground. Ray dropped her blade and bent over his frame. The fur covering his body receded and his body became mortal. Blood oozed down his abdomen. Malik opened his violet eyes and peered up at her. She stroked his hair and softly sang.

"I am lost without you

You are my cherished soul

I am left behind now

Never to be whole

I will call for you love

Until my last breath

Because I will find you

In our ending death."

He closed his eyes. Malik's body was lifeless. He died as a human, and not of what he despised so much: a werewolf. Rayota leaned back. She pulled her hair away from her neck. The sword was raised up to eye level. The silver felt cool against her skin as she pulled the razor sharp edge diagonally over her collarbone. The blade clanked on the ground after it dropped from her hand. She touched the blood pouring from the cut. Ray smiled and fell onto Malik's motionless corpse. She slowly crawled up to his face and kissed his lips. Her mind faded away as she lied unable to move on the one she wanted. The Ivory Slayer would finally find what she wanted in their ending death.

-The End-

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This the first story with chapters I finish. Unknown Side finished like Romeo and Juliet. It's sad I know. Review.