Hey! There is one more chapter after this. It seems sort of sad to put this storyline to rest but I believe I did my best on this. My next fic is titled For One So Small. It's plot was suggested by KATIE! Thanks to all who stuck through this and Love Lies Bleeding.

Chapter Fourteen: This Family Tree's Got Deep Roots

Sark twirled the slim gold band around his pinkie finger.

"You figured Michael would get something ten times more expensive for the love of his life. This look likes one of those rings you buy for twenty five cents in a vending machine. Now the one I got Lauren is a totally different story, completely encrusted in diamonds. Cost a fortune, but when it comes to the love of my life, no price is too steep."

"That's the ring I wanted, you bastard. Just because Michael doesn't have to buy flashy gifts so his wife still loves him…"

"Enough." The General snapped at Sydney. "Mr. Sark, the ring please."

"Certainly, General." Sark replied and stepped forward to hand the ring to the General.

Without warning, all of the guards turned their guns on the sect members and shot them. Sark pulled back his hand from the General and nodded to the guards who then proceeded to surround the General.

"What just happened?" Vaughn questioned.

"The guards have been working for me. Disgruntled employees are always the best when it comes to overthrowing an organization. Now, who wants to put a bullet through the General's head? He did kill our father Michael; I believe the honor goes to us."

"No, he didn't kill my father. My father was William Vaughn."

"Suit yourself." Sark raised his gun to the General's head only to be interrupted.

"Wait, I want to do it. He killed Jack; it has to be my revenge."

Sark looked over at Irina and shrugged. He threw her the gun and stepped back. Sydney covered Erica's eyes as Irina Derevko finally achieved revenge for the death of Jack Bristow.

"Can we go home now?" Erica whispered to her parents.

"Sure, honey."

Glancing around, Sydney realized somebody was missing.

"Where's Lauren?"

"Behind here." Lauren said popping up. She was holding the vial from the machine. It was shattered, hit by a stray bullet.

"Shit, the blood's gone." Sark mumbled as he glanced at Lauren.

"All the better. Now no one can use that machine. Speaking of which, can we have the ring back?" Vaughn asked.

Vaughn, Sydney, Erica, and Irina suddenly found themselves in the center of a rather menacing group of guards. All guns were trained on them.

"Sorry Michael, but we will be needing your daughter to fill that vial again and also the ring to work the machine." Sark replied.

"Bastard." Sydney screamed.

"I might be that but if you don't hand over your daughter, we will shoot until there is no one left standing in our way."

"Never." Vaughn snarled.

Erica looked around at the guards readying their guns. She knew there was only one way to save her family. She freed herself from the protective circle her parents and grandparents had formed around her and walked to Sark willingly, despite the protest of her parents.

"Smart Girl." He smirked.

Sark led her up to the altar and opened up a new cut in her arm to fill a new vial.

"After the machine is run, we will let you and your family go." Sark said to her as he placed the vial in the center of the circle and the wedding ring around the vial.

Erica looked down at the tool she held in her hands. It was a piece of shattered glass, just big enough to cause major damage yet small enough to be concealed in her hands. Although the glass was cutting into her palms, she didn't mind. She waited for Lauren to flounce her way over to Sark before she attacked. Erica grabbed the blonde bitch around her neck and held the piece of glass up to her jugular. The guards whirled on her and admittedly, Erica's parents and grandparent disarmed the guards and knocked them unconscious.

"Give me my mom's wedding ring Sark and I won't cut her throat." Erica threatened.

Sark remained perfectly still, contemplating his options.

"You wouldn't. You aren't a cold blooded killer."

"Don't test me."

"You are nothing more than a little girl."

"I'm warning you, don't test me."

Sark pointed his gun idly towards Sydeny.

"Fine. Slice Lauren's throat and I will shoot your mother."

Erica looked at towards her family. They had been making their way over to her, but stopped short when Sark pointed the gun at Sydney. She couldn't read any of their faces, but she could tell their brains were working over time to try and formulate a plan. Erica released Lauren and stepped back.

"You win."

Sark smiled, but did not lower his gun.

"Don't mess with a terrorist, baby."

Sark motioned to Lauren, who pounced on Erica to disarm her. Trying to block the woman's attack, Erica raised her hands above her face. She was surprised to feel absolutely nothing but a warm liquid tinkling over her face. Opening her eyes she stared in horror at the sight before her. Lauren had pounced on her, and when Erica raised her hands in defense, she brought the glass with her. Lauren had impaled herself and now was bleeding out all over Erica.

Erica remained motionless as the dead body slouched against her figure. Sark's face was contorted in anger and pain as he made his way towards them. Taking on glance at Lauren he raised the gun to Erica's forehead.

"You little bi--"

A gunshot rang out and Sark collapsed to the ground. His last sight was of his killer, his brother. His last thought was of Lauren and the baby that was in her stomach. At least he would be with them now.

As Sark breathed his last breath, he could have sworn he saw Jack Bristow's face superimpose itself into the features of Michael Vaughn. Jack look smug, justice had finally been done.

Next chapter will be the last!