Ok we're reaching the end here. Three more chapters left. This chapter will be posted individually because of my own reasons. I highly recommend that if you don't want another person to die in this story than you stop right here and make up your own ending.

Chapter 15: I Die, Without You

He was going to die. How could he be so calm? Sydney was alone with her thoughts as she nursed her newborn child. Vaughn was taking a shower. They had lain together in bed with the baby nearly all day and now the sun was going down. It was sunset and she had a few more minutes with Vaughn. They had given them to sunset.

The shower had stopped running and Vaughn's figure appeared in the door. Oh God she loved him so much, she didn't know how she would be able to live without him. And then she looked down at her daughter. They weren't going to take her away just yet. The general had told Sydney that she and her daughter would remain with the sect until Erica was six months old. Then Sydney would be free to go and the baby would be given to someone to raise. Sydney planned to fight tooth and nail when the time came, she would never give up Vaughn's child without a fight.

Vaughn joined her on the bed, his hair still damp from the shower. He was being so brave; she thought and began to mentally capture him in her mind. She was never going to forget him, never. Vaughn softly caressed her back and burrowed his face into the top of her head.

"Oh God baby, I'm so scared, I don't want to leave you or Erica."

Sydney felt his warm tears mix into her head. She fixed her blouse and slung Erica over her shoulder before turning to face him. Vaughn's strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, their baby nestled between their bodies.

"I love you Michael" Sydney whispered

"I love you too Syd, I've loved you since the moment you walked into my office."

Their sweet exclamations of love were bitterly interrupted when the General came in with Sark and the other members of the sect in tow, all garbed in red robes.

"It is time"

Sydney felt rough hands pulling her off of the bed. When she was on her feet Vaughn's arms slipped around her waist and they walked out of the room together. They were lead down to a courtyard on the grounds where an altar was set up and more red garbed members waited, their hoods pulled up masking their identities. Sark and the General were the only two whose hoods were not pulled up.

"Escort the sacrifice and the child to the altar" the General ordered.

Sydney turned to Vaughn and wrapped her free arm tightly around his neck. She kissed him on the mouth, one last passion filled kiss. She was crying and his arms took Erica from her. He kissed his daughter and then turned to Sydney and whispered "I love you." Two burly guards flanked Vaughn on either side and took him up to the altar.

Sydney watched, helplessly, as Erica was placed on the altar and the two guards forced Vaughn so he was leaning over the infant. The General took out a knife and approached Vaughn, telling the gathered of the prophecy about the baptism. Sydney looked over to Sark whose face was a contorted with sadness. And then the General lowered the knife to Vaughn's neck. And she lost it. Sydney couldn't stand it anymore. She called out to Vaughn and tried to rush up to the altar. Erica awoke to the screams of her mother and promptly began to cry too.

"Restrain the woman" the General hissed.

Six members stood forward and held Sydney down. She was fighting with all her might, trying to reach her love. The General paid her no attention as he began the ritual.

"And so Rambaldi, we offer you the blood of your kin, to baptize you into new life!"

The General's arm wrapped around Vaughn and his knife rested near Vaughn's left ear. Sydney was helpless, on the ground: defeated. She lowered her head as the General's knife began its job.

sorry that was mean too. The next and final two chapters will come tomorrow. Sleep well