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A/N: Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, and I apologize for not having this up sooner. I have been wanting to write this forever, but the words weren't flowing right. I think that I've got it to sound fairly decent now, though, so we'll see how it goes.

Hopefully all of the Fozzy fans have been able to snag a copy of All That Remains. I found mine at Hastings.

I silently scraped a little more dirt on the small mound that covered the once beautiful face of Anna. One tear rolled freely down the side of my cheek as I placed a flower on top of the dirt.

"I'm sorry Anna. This was my fault. I never should have come here." I whispered to the mound of dirt at my knees. I buried my face in my hands.

" 'Promise me you'll never make another'." I repeated, remembering my daughter's words. I also remembered my answer to her request. I was a promise that I had almost broken.

"Never again, Xaria." I said into the darkness. "Never again. I know what I have to do. I will focus on that, and nothing else. I won't fail you again."

I woke up in my bed, in a cold sweat. A wind was blowing in through the window, and the curtains were flowing freely in the moonlight. That might have made me feel better had it not been for one small detail.

I didn't open the window.

I turned over to ask Amy if she had gotten warm and opened them, but she was not there. The sheets looked as if it had been only me sleeping in them the whole time. I threw them off with quick decisiveness, and hopped out of bed.

"Amy?" I asked, flicking the light on in the bathroom. Nothing greeted me except for the blinding flash of the light. I flicked the light back off and started to wander around the house.

I heard some sort of a whimper as I started to descend the stairs. I quickened my pace, and tried to remain as stealthy as possible. I glanced across the hall at the living room, and everything seemed normal, which left only one room to check. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I quickly spun around to my right and flipped on the light in the kitchen.

Horror awaited me there.

Amy was laying on the ground, a huge puddle of blood beginning to mass itself around her frail body. Her face was covered in blood from the gash on her forehead. Both her arms appeared to be broken by the angle they were positioned, and from the hugs puddle on the floor, I guessed that she had been stabbed. She was alive-barely, and was struggling to keep breathing.

But, even though all of that scared the hell out of me, it was the figure looming over her that struck the terror in me. It was that darkened figure that held me in my stupefied place. My heart clutched at the thought of the man, no, the creature I recognized it to be.

The creature that I had killed.

The creature that I thought I had killed.

He was standing there right in front of me.

He slowly started to turn my direction, and I panicked. I knew that if I hadn't killed him then, then I sure as hell wasn't going to be able to kill him now. The thing turned more towards me, and right as the moonlight began to hit his face, his vanished right in front of me.

"The blood that was spilled here is on your hands, Khalon. What you do from now on decides your fate." Jaeger's voice whispered in my head. I once again stared at Amy on the floor. My feet started into motion. Everything around me seemed to move at an extremely slow speed. I fell to my knees beside her, ignoring the fact that I was sliding in her blood. My hands went to her head. I immediately cradled her head in my arms and began to rock her back and forth.

"Oh dear God…" I whispered. I knew what the damage had been before I had even gotten near her, but it seemed ten times worse to hold her, and feel such little life force coming from her. "Amy…" Why had I been so stupid? Why hadn't I rushed past him sooner? Why was I so afraid? My mind raced with questions that I had no answer to. My mind was still struggling to grasp how Jaeger could've possibly lived through the stake, when another thought shocked me back to the crisis at hand.

The baby.

Dear God, what about the baby?

I looked at Amy's abdomen, and realized that that was where she had been stabbed. My stomach sank at the thought. Here I was again, sitting there on the cold tile of the kitchen floor and holding the love of my life in my arms as she was dying, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it again.

Yes you can. I thought. Make her a vampire and she will live.

No, I won't do it. I can't make her live through this torture. I can't damn her soul like this. I thought.

If you don't then she will die, and your unborn child will die with her. My eyes squeezed shut at that thought. I didn't want her to be cursed like me, but I didn't want her to die here in my arms, either. I was losing precious time by debating either way.

"Khalon…" Amy gasped. "Don't leave me alone…" My heart ripped in two. I couldn't let this happen to me a third time. Not when I had the power to stop it.

"Promise me you'll never make another…" my daughter's voice echoed in my head.

I can't keep that promise anymore, Xalia. I can't watch her die like this. I thought. I quickly let her head rest in my lap while I opened up a vein in my arm. She could hate me for this later-there would be plenty of time for arguing then-but now, I had to save her.

"Drink this, Amy. Drink and the pain will go away." I told her. I held her head up as I gently pressed my left arm to her lips. In a way, I almost wish that she wouldn't have taken it. I wish she would have spit at me for even thinking about doing this.

But she didn't.

She drank.

She drank and I felt life crawl back into her.

She drank and I saw my soul being cursed again for the actions I had taken.

I felt the darkness creeping towards me as the loss of blood began to affect my head.

"Forgive me." I whispered as the darkness came to claim me.