Brooke held onto Conrad as hard as she could. It had been the day from hell. She had been constantly regarded as being a criminal for having been in the same house at the same time as the murder of her best friend and not saving her friends life by the community. The police saw her that way also but they had no incriminating evidence to pull on her so she was home free for the time being.

She knew they would not have any real evidence ever. A demon had done it and she couldn't be linked to a demon. Police would never believe a demon had broken into her home while and killed her friend brutally. Police didn't believe in the supernatural so why would they believe in the very thing that had killed her friend?

What she couldn't do was tell anyone why she hadn't been able to save her friend.

She hated everyone for thinking this was her fault.

Everyone had called to give her their sympathies. Deep down. She knew they were talking about her behind their backs. Her family blamed her for her friends death since she had probably killed her or else had a friend do it since Brooke was such a bad seed. Her won friends probably were devising strange plots of how and why Glory had died. They would never tell her this because she knew most of those plots had been devised making her the murderer.

Glory had been her friends. She had been the only person who had been there for her since the first moment she had moved in next door to her. They had been instant friends since that moment. Glory had helped her move her boxes into her room for Christ's sake and ever since then they had been inseparable. Until now of course, since they could no longer be friends anymore since Glory was dead and Brooke was still at the moment very much alive.

But, of course, Brooke knew a few ways to cheat Death and that was what she was planning on doing. Of course, if Death did happen to find her she had said all her goodbyes already and she had prepared for this . Everyone she had ever loved knew how she felt. If for some unmistakable reason she wound up dead by sunrise tomorrow morning no one would even really care.

She had been the bad seed in the friendship between her and Glory. Everyone had always thought of Glory as the angel and she had been one in so many ways. Brooke hadn't even been able to save that angel. She hated herself for that, but she didn't want to reflect on the death now.

She knew she would though. It would flash before her eyes and she wouldn't be able to let it go. She had to die to get the answers she needed.

Only Conrad could do that for her.

He loved her enough to kill her and bring her back to life. They had an unspoken bond that had kept them apart from the other Borrowers. They had always been able to read the other's mind and they had always been attracted to one another.

So, here she was knowing what she was going to be asking him to do was insane. He would do it though. He always did the things she asked him to do.

He had a loyalty to her that no one else had from him. Not even the people that employed him to kill off other white lighters had his loyalty . Annoying foul beasts those white lighters were at times.

Brooke pulled away from Conrad and looked straight into his gray eyes.

He was her dark lighter. He had been assigned to her after they had learned of her and his connection. She was his only charge and she liked it that way. She got into enough trouble as it was to worry about another charge taking his time away from her.

She smiled at him and gave him a long kiss of welcoming. It was also a goodbye kiss if her plan didn't work out the way she wanted it to. She hoped her plan would work out better. There was still revenge to be had and a life to live with Conrad after this all was over.

She loved him. She loved him a lot and she wanted him to know it.

"God, Conrad," she whispered as she pressed her forehead to his and took a breath of his Axe cologne in. He always had smelt so good. He always knew how to hold her. "I'm so tired of pretending."

"I know, baby. But you don't have to pretend with me. "he said. He was the only one that could pull off calling her baby.

"You know we could go anywhere. We could leave this plane of existence and never come back and no one would be the wiser."

"Completely wipe out our existence?" she whispered at his suggestion in surprise.

Conrad was always one to not play by the rules. He liked to push the limits as much as he could. This- what he was offering- was beyond the rules though.

This was unmentionable. You couldn't just leave one place of existence for another without consequences. It would kill them if not create a current of bad chain reactions in this realm of existence that would affect everyone around them. Right now it sounded so good though.

Screw the consequence's live by the moment. That was the way they lived life. Why not? Why not let it all burn away?

Because, Brooke, she answered herself. The Charmed Ones would be on your tail in a second. They would end up literally dead then if not horribly debilitated by the Elders wrath after the Elders got through with them.

The last thing she needed was that.

That and the one reunion she knew that she would inevitably end up happening if she did consent to Conrad's ploy.

"No," she said.

"Yes," he said suggestively. He smiled down onto her and flexed his fingers through hers.

He could make it sound so good. She had other plans though. She had to remember that.

She broke away from him. He followed her to the pool. The greenish blue water filtered colorful shadows of her face as she stared down into it.

"Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining- Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake. "she whispered t the waved of water.

"Poe, at a time like this?" he asked, coming and taking her hand in his to kiss.

She looked at him from a tilted perception of love, and her eyes flashed. "I have a favor to ask."

He looked at her questioningly. He knew what she wanted and he didn't want to ask. He didn't probably want to fulfill her wish even though as her dark lighter he had to. He stayed quiet and she raised her eyebrows in the darkness.

"Have you thought this out?" he asked instead of asking what she wanted.

She grinned at him like the Cheshire cat . "As fully as a sane mortal could."

He nodded and swallowed. She saw his gray eyes turn almost black as they searched her pools green waters looking for an answer in the tide. He was looking for a way out for her and he knew better. She wouldn't let the man who had killed her friend go so easily without justice and she knew her friend knew who he was and how to destroy him better then she would.

"Conrad." she asked in a quiet voice.

"Present," he answered and then he swept her up into his strong arms. She let him into her embrace as she pretended she wasn't at deaths door. Too bad her father had been so particular about how she ended up in life. Otherwise, she wouldn't have to deal with this right now.

"I'm ready."

"What do you want from me?" he asked.

He knew the answer as well as Brooke knew the question. He wanted her to say it aloud. He wanted her to be able to accept it knowing she was asking for a strange fate worse then death.

She smiled at him sweetly, touched his curly black hair, looked hard into his eyes to challenge him in case he decided to fight her on it and answered him. "I want you to kill me."

He looked hard into her eyes and answered instantly without a moments hesitation ."As you wish."