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"Halt!" One of the nine vampaneze in front of Steve shouted when we were about five meters away.

The next few minutes of the scene came so quickly. It felt so weird, actually knowing exactly how things would unfold before the actually did. I was waiting for the exact moment when Steve and I would launch our attacks on Mr Tiny.

"You can't approve of his actions," Vancha pushed.

"No," Gannen admitted. "But he has been accepted by the clan, and I am only a servant of my people. History can judge Steve. I'm content to serve and protect, in line with the wishes of those who appointed me."

And soon came the part I was dreading.

"May your gods forgive me, brother," Gannen whispered, his face haggard, his eyes haunted. "Though I fear I'll never forgive myself."

It was almost unbearable watching Vancha almost die the first time. This time...

But I knew I had to get over it, and fast. Our chance to kill Mr Tiny was going to be coming- and soon.

I was, in a way, afraid of what would happen. Would Mr Tiny even die? And would everything he crated- the vampires, the vampaneze, Evanna- would they cease to exist? Would we all die? And if we did, would we all go to the Lake of Souls or Paradise?

I guess I would find out soon enough.

"It is not fatal," Evanna said softly. "He will live."

"Thank you," I muttered.

"Save your thanks," Mr Tiny said. He was standing directly behind me. "She didn't tell you to cheer you up, silly boy. It was a warning. Vancha won't die for the time being, but he's out of the fight. You're alone. The final hunter. Unless you turn tail and run, it's down to you and Steve now. If Steve doesn't die, death will come within the next few minutes for you."

"Or will it?" Steve asked, turning his knife to Mr Tiny. I held up mine too.

"What-how-why..." Mr Tiny didn't seem to know what to say. "i give you a second chance to get everything anyone could ever want, and this is how you repay me? By trying to kill me? You wouldn't. Not your own father."

"You're not our father," I said as Steve stabbed Mr Tiny. Within minutes, Mr Tiny was dead.

Me and Steve looked at each other, not knowing what would happen. Suddenly, everything begun spinning. My life played before me backwards. Back to before this all started. And then...nothing.

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Author's Note: One more chapter...Just one more. It's so sad! But I honestly like this ending more.