Okay, people. I said this a few chapters ago, but I mean it this time. The story is basically almost all complete. So, read and review and tell me what you think of part one to the two part ending.

THERE IS ONLY ONE MORE CHAPTER TO THIS STORY AFTER THIS ONE. SO ENJOY....

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After he'd spoken the familiar place around her disappeared from her sight yet again. No longer was the veranda or her backyard the place he was using to get into her mind as well as her heart. This time as they appeared in a new setting a vague dizziness stayed inside of her mind as she opened her violet-blue eyes to see another memorable place replacing the last.

She was inside of her own bedroom.

It wasn't in the disorder that it had been before when she had last been inside of it. Now, it was perfectly clean. Everything was in its place and none of the white furniture was overturned from the rage she had went through earlier.

She was as well as he was there inside her bedroom and they both were on her bed.

They both were sitting up leaning against the golden headboard that had a few cherubs carved into it cutting into their backs. The white canopy around the bed was drawn and they both saw her bedroom through its filmy white curtains.

The first people she saw were her father and sister in the corner of her room by the bay window.

Her father was sitting on a white rocking chair that he had pulled away from her vanity table and her sister was standing over him. As Victoria watched, Alexis tried to keep him still while she tied his black and white striped tie.

Her poor dad. He hated dressing up. The tie must have been the worst for him since he didn't now how to tie it himself.

Victoria had a hard time focusing on him since in the other corner were two people she knew as well as she did the back of her hand.

Her two best friends, Nora and Beverly, the two brunettes of her little group, were in the other corner making sure they didn't look fat in their mauve bridesmaids dresses as they moved in different angles in front of the mirror. When they were finally aware that they looked just fine they both started to look at all the small pictures and knickknacks around them.

Her sister, Alexis, finally was done with the tying her father's tie and left the room in order to touchup her makeup. Why she needed it Victoria couldn't tell since she looked fine as it was. Her father, on the other hand, stayed standing at the bay window and looking down on the people setting up the last few chairs for the wedding.

An emotion that she couldn't place was written all over his face as he did. Then, he brought himself back to the life around him and left the room.

Victoria slid off the bed.

For the moment, Andrew didn't even exist as her feet hit the cold hardwood floor. She was just happy to see the scene before her eyes without the filmy layer of the canopy covering her sight. Now, she was a part of the room even though she wasn't noticed by her friends.

She didn't mind them not seeing her though. She wanted to see what they were talking about and see how they were dealing with the day. She wanted the uncensored version of their feelings about her wedding day.

Her best friends kept laughing as she leaned against the end of her bed. They picked up a picture off of her vanity as she watched. In it was Victoria on a tire swing at the park laughing wildly. Beside her was a tilted one leg on the ground and the other in the air trying to strike a balance as he clung on the rope for dear life was Andrew. He was smiling at the camera.

It was one of his deliberate smiles he could pull out of no where under any condition.

Nora then sat down the picture and read the wedding invitation hanging off of the mirror. "You have been cordially invited to the wedding ceremony for Victoria Richards and Andrew Weller. Who would have thought she'd get married so young?" she giggled.

Victoria didn't listen to the rest of the conversation. There was something inside of her stomach telling her that something was off here. She couldn't tell what though. The feeling passed as she shook her dizzy head.

Maybe, it was just cold feet.

Deep inside of her she knew better. That her solution was as half ass as her attempts to successfully remember reality. She hated to admit it, but it was so much nicer here then in the real world. It was so much more peaceful here. Here was the place her loved ones were staying in and she didn't want to leave them.

"Mom?" she cried out in surprise as she turned to see the new visitor in the room.

Her mother had entered the room looking like what Victoria might look like in thirty years. She shook her head at Victoria's friends and scolded them. Then, she told them to get outside and help with last minute preparations. They did as they were told and her mother was then left alone in the room with her.

"Mom?" she whispered.

Her mother looked at her, through her, and then she looked towards the bed where another version of Victoria was sleeping.

Her mother was alive here. Her mother who had been dead since she was four- years-old was alive and well. She knew about Victoria's wedding and she was there to be with her at her wedding. It was almost too perfect.

Andrew came off the bed and took her hand in his. "Shh. She can't hear you."

"But... how? She's been dead for years?"

In a dreamy quality, her mother smiled down at her lovingly where another version of herself was still laying on the bed asleep. Then she tapped her arm to wake her up. "Rise and shine, sleepyhead. You've got a big day ahead of you."

She saw herself slowly open her eyes and smile up at her mother and saw her mother ruffle her red hair. Then, she turned away and went over the wedding gown that they had waiting for her to get into. Her mother surveyed the gown and then went over to her vanity where she picked a black jewelry case up off of it.

"I can give you anything you want, Victoria. Everything in the world if you wanted it. Your family, your friends, your home. All you ever knew I can give you back. All you ever wanted you will receive. All you have to do in return is love me." Andrew told her softly.

She watched herself on the bed as she stretched. Then she floated off the bed and went to the bureau and looked at her wedding gown. Her mother came over to her to give her a hug and then she placed the jewelry case into her hands.

The version of Victoria that had just woken up looked at her mother confused and then she opened the case to realize her mother had given her an old pair of pearl earrings that she had worn to her own wedding with Victoria's father.

"My mom is alive?" she asked, slowly.

"Yes, if you agree."

She choked back tears and greedily watched the very sight of her mother as she talked with the other version of herself. This was what she had always wanted to happen. She had always wanted her mother to be there with her on her wedding day and here she was in flesh and blood.

Before her she saw her wedding day start itself. It was surreal and tainted. She didn't know if it was as tainted in a bad way now that she had her mother there with her.

Yet before her was all she'd ever wanted. For using the curse to destroy her life, Andrew had brought back all the missing pieces that had incidentally been taken away. He was trying to win her over. He was trying to make amends for what the curse had destroyed in her life.

She had to admit it was working.

"Am I dreaming?"

He turned her to him. "Be like me. Be with me. The world can't stop us from having what we want, Victoria. We both know that."

There had to be some form of remorse in his actions. He'd brought everything she'd wanted to her. He'd found the people she wanted and had them here to be with her. He was willing to give her anything she wanted in the world.

She would be a queen. He would favor her and bestow everything she wanted to her. He would complete her. He was like the other half of her soul. He was the darkness in her soul that she'd been living in that very day. How could she never have seen that before?

In any life, he'd always been the one she'd turned to. The only one she'd ever found a place with. He had always been the one who understood her and was happy with her for being herself. He was hers as much as she was his.

So why not be a queen? Why not let him have her? She would gain everything she had lost and then she'd have a life she'd never lived before. She would be able to grow old and die normally.

Maybe she was supposed to evolve with him. Maybe that's what she hadn't learned before in her other life.

"Be with me," he said lastly in a quiet plea.

She looked into his blue eyes confused. Whatever she had been thinking throughout the whole time she had been there rushed out of her mind and into the world around them. For a second, she even forgot where she was.

Then, when she looked at him and saw his hard blue eyes pleading with hers she knew she was there for a reason. Why was he asking her this now? He had her. They were together.

"With you? But.. Why shouldn't I be with you?"

"My feelings exactly." he laughed. His arms wrapped around her as he swept her up and whirled her in the air for a moment.

"Now, kiss me." he told her bringing her back down to the ground.

She looked at him and smiled dreamily, "Is that an order?"

"Yes, now do it!"

She smiled, her eyebrows raising in amusement, and then she leaned into him to give him a kiss. In a matter of moments he'd won her. The kiss and her words would seal the deal.

He could barely even believe it.

Of course his pleasure was delayed when a dark figure interrupted them by smashing them apart. Their lips had barely even touched when something he hadn't counted on appeared and knocked both of them apart in different directions.

His brother had arrived.

It had taken forever to find them. Limbo was huge. The only way Chris had known they were there was the fact that the whole place was set up to look like Victoria's home. He'd known then that his mother's assumption had been right about Andrew.

He hadn't known how right until he had saw them.

They'd been in her room and at first it had looked like Victoria was ignoring him. It had looked as if she were trying to fight the place to keep her memory. Then, he'd seen her face. It had been completely filled with hope especially when her mother had arrived in the room. It was a hope that he could only figure as to that her mother had been dead for a long time before the curse had destroyed her wedding day and that bringing her mother into the picture had really sealed the deal for Andrew.

He'd been holding back for awhile. He didn't really have a plan. All he knew was that he was to get the ring off of Andrew. Back home, his mother and his aunts were going to use the scrying crystal where it was on the map and chant the spell that right now Paige was writing.

He had believed he'd be able to do all of that himself, but his mother had disagreed.

The only way she would let him even go there was if they would chant the spell. She didn't think he could handle doing everything especially after what had happened to him before.

Chris knew better though. He knew better this time because he wouldn't see Wyatt when he looked at him he would see Andrew hiding away in his big brother's body like a coward. This time it would be different because this was the final fight. This was the last time Andrew would be alive on earth let alone with Victoria. He'd make sure of that.

So, he had wandered around Limbo for awhile trying to find them or even trying to figure out where to go to get to them. It wasn't exactly like Victoria was screaming or they were battling the whole time so he had nothing to really go off of. He couldn't even search for her soul there because the place was packed with other souls.

Somehow, he had stumbled upon the place they were though and he had come in at a bad time.

When he had come into the place he had seen the exact replicate of Victoria's bedroom at her home. He even saw all the people in her life that mattered as they went through the motions. He'd realized then that Andrew had done the most ingenious thing that day by recreating her wedding day only having himself play the biggest part in it by being the groom.

He'd seen her face when her mother had appeared in the room. At first, he hadn't known who she was, but the way Victoria was acting around her he soon realized it.

He'd also realized that he had to get in there before anything big happened.

His intuition had been right because when Andrew had come up behind her and asked her to be with him she hadn't fought him like she would have normally. The place had really gotten to her. She didn't even seem to have any problem with the man who was at fault for killing her family and soon herself.

She was smiling up at Andrew as if she really did love him. It had made Chris sick. He hated Andrew then for that. He hated Andrew for having to use trickery and a curse to keep Victoria with him. That wasn't love he had towards her that was lust.

He didn't know what it was really that would break the curse. She had said love. So he guessed a kiss maybe or even the most popular three words in the world would break the spell. So, when he had heard Andrew order her to kiss him and she had been willing to he had known he had to stop her.

He knew that if he didn't she would actually have broken the curse possibly with the kiss. But he also had a feeling that it wouldn't just be a kiss. He had a feeling that if she kissed Andrew he had a lot more ridding on the moment then breaking the damned curse. Possibly, he was going to cast a spell on her that would keep her love for him inside of her making her possessed by him to only do his biding.

Chris didn't want to sit around for the time being and find out.

So instead of just going in there, finding them, and calling for the ring to be orbed to him he had done the only thing he could to break them apart. He had flung himself straight at them as their lips touched. He pushed Victoria as far away from Andrew as possible.

Incidentally, throwing her right through the ghostly version of herself and her mother as he did so. She fell onto the ground hitting the bureau hard, but Chris knew he couldn't pay attention to her anymore. He had to keep all his attention on Andrew. He had a feeling Andrew would do anything to get rid of him.

Andrew he saw he had pushed straight into her vanity table. Andrew and the table fell to the floor where the glass from the mirror broke all around him on the floor. Andrew instead of looking hurt looked up at Chris with an annoyed look and smiled bitterly as his suspicions were confirmed of who had broken the two of them apart.

"What part of do not disturb don't you get, brother?" he asked, as he got up. Andrew didn't even bother to notice the fact that his hands were bleeding from the jagged slivers of glass he'd had to lean on while he got to his feet.

"The part where you kidnapped my girl." Chris replied.

"Your girl? She was always my girl. You just tried to take her from me very chance you got. Every lifetime you could," Andrew told him as they started to circle each other like wolves.

"Maybe she was yours once, but she changed her mind when she figured out who you really are. You're just jealous she could never love you like she does me," Chris said.

"Jealous? I had her first, brother. You were the jealous one so you stole her from me."

"She came to me. She wanted me more then she wanted you. She loved me and all she did was like you. Why else would you have to bring her to Limbo, huh? You had to screw with her mind just to get her to be willing enough to be with you." Chris told him disgusted.

It was then that Andrew flew at him and Chris knew that it wouldn't be an easy fight.