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Chapter Seven

Amber opened her eyes, her eyelids so heavy she almost didn't find getting up to be worthwhile. However, she finally struggled to get her eyelids opened, and looked around to find herself in her own bed. She remembered what had happened the night before and with that memory came a fresh wave of pain through her chest.

'No.' She told herself determinedly, as she got out of bed. "You don't love him anymore, he doesn't want to see you again, so he certainly doesn't love you anymore, so get over it. You don't need love."

"Oh, was it bad?" Amber jumped in surprise as she saw Dean standing by her door. She was also surprised when she realized she'd said the last part aloud.

"Well, was it?" Dean asked when she didn't reply. "I mean...er....Jonas wouldn't tell me."

She looked at him and smiled, weakly, praying she wouldn't start crying again. "It's over."

He saw her eyes and gave her a hug, showing the kind side of him, that only his friends ever saw, and very rarely at that.

Amber buried her face into his shoulder, wanting to kick herself for looking so weak.

"Hey babe," Dean whispered soothingly to her, his arm around her for support. "He isn't worth it."

Amber looked up at him, and smiled through the tears that had, unwillingly, began to fall. "It's all my fault."

"How is it your fault?" Dean asked, his voice still soft.

"I killed a man, and he was there." Amber replied, surprised at how calm her voice sounded, considering the emotional battle that was going on inside her. "I didn't know he was there, but he was."

"How does that make everything your fault?"

"I should have stopped." She whispered. "I should have stopped killing, I should have stopped it all."

"For him?" Dean said incredulously. "We are what we are, Amber. And we can't just change who we are so someone else will love us. We just can't."

Amber nodded, and wiped the tears with the back of her hand. "You're right, surprisingly."

He glared at her. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

Amber laughed, and walked past him, out of her room and to the main bar area, where Jonas will be, without fail.

"Hey, you're up." Jonas said, his voice showing a mixture of surprise and exaggerated cheeriness.

"Yeah, I'm up." Amber replied her voice still very sullen.

"Would you like some breakfast?" Jonas asked, his voice filling with concern.

She shook her head. "No, I don't want any breakfast. I have to work."

"What?" Both Dean and Jonas gasped in surprise.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to go back to work so soon, after what happened?" Jonas asked, concerned.

She shook her head. "No. I'm not going back to work. I'm finding new work, a decent job. I'm not going to be a thief anymore."

"But why?" Dean asked, completely overwhelmed by shock. "You've been a thief your entire life, do you think you'll be able to handle not being a thief?"

"Being a thief lost me someone I love." Amber replied, definitely. "I'm not going to let it do that again."

"What are you going to do, then?" Dean asked.

"I don't know." Amber snapped. "Find a store willing to take me as a worker, or something."

"Well," Jonas said, thoughtfully making the other two look at him. "If you want, you can work for me."

"Wh...what?" Amber stuttered, sure she'd misheard him.

"You can work for me." He repeated. "You can serve the beer, mix it, clean up afterwards, that sort of thing."

Amber nodded thoughtfully. "Thank you."

He nodded. "If you're sure this is what you want."

"Briar, here you are." Sandry said to her adopted brother, her voice exasperated, mostly to cover up her concern. "We've all been worried sick."

"What?" Briar said, looking up at her, from the gutter he was sitting in.

Sandry sighed and sat down next to him. "What happened?"

"What do you mean?" Briar asked, defensively. "Why would something have happened?"

"Oh, so you spend the night in gutters for fun, hm?" Sandry said, her voice gentle, yet sarcastic.

"Oh, yeah." Briar said. "I used to do this all the time. Felt like doing it again, for old times sake."

"Briar," Sandry told him sternly, catching his eyes with her own. "You're like my brother, and I know you better then that. You wouldn't do this for fun, or at least not without telling us first."

"I forgot, okay." Briar said harshly, standing up, and began to walk away from her.

"Briar..." Sandry said, but a glare from him silenced her.

Briar walked away angrily, hoping she'd just leave him alone. He didn't want to talk to anyone at the moment, and he most certainly didn't want to answer her questions. It was too painful, and it was sick. He shouldn't still love her after seeing her kill someone in cold blood. Yet he did.

Yay, people another update, and I must say, I'm having fun writing the past few chapters, and will enjoy the next few. I love it when there's so much tension and drama.

atalanta's apples Yes, you're right I didn't show that much intense love between them, and will probably add more when I've finished it, and go back to fix everything up.

PsychoLioness13 Thanks for reviewing, yeah I like that quote too.

Alenor Yeah, it was a sad chapter, and I don't know if Amber will end up with Briar at this point, but it is a high possibility of being that way.

nothing else worked Okay, let me get this straight, because she is completely heartbroken about Briar, she should stalk Sandry? Okay, thanks for your review darling, it makes me glad to hear I'm not the only crazy person in the world.