A/N: Okay. This is just revealing a bit from people's pasts. It's in Italics. Thank you for the reviews! But this is gonna end soon, really...I might write a sequel when it's finished but only if ppl want...

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Chapter 32: Where's the fun?

When the heart weeps for what is lost, the spirit laughs for what it has found.

"I found her." Came the exhausted voice of Hannibal King through her ear-piece.

Okay, so here she was- Camille "Kasumi" Anderson -doing A) Saving the world or B) Making her death quicker. But to tell ya the truth, she was terrified…not of death, but of Life, itself….

'Listen to me, Shirley. Life isn't fair… It's just fairer than death, that's all.' Spence told her not long ago. 'So don't get scared of Death. It's life that threatens you…Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.'

'Your not shy, are you?' Kasumi questioned.

For a brief moment, he looked vulnerable. 'Life's too short.'

'Then try keeping it longer…'

Spence smiled. 'What's the fun in that?'

What's the fun in it now, Spence?

She jogged up the steps and fired at the two vampires standing on either side of a door. "We should get our asses out of here." She heard Abigail say. "These bastards just won't die!" That was followed by a grunt and then a high-pitched scream.

But Kasumi didn't care about that. She ran towards the door and pulled it open, expecting to find Ashley Jennifer Zinthos or some other bitch, but instead, she found an empty room. No other doors. Just a window and a rectangular table.

Why would vampires guard an empty room?

The only thing in that was on the table was a beeping clock, the numbers 00:00:00 flashing in bright red. She picked it up and the beeping suddenly grew louder and louder…

As he desperately tried to find a way out, you see for the first time an expression which tells us he has given up.
What was the fun in it now?

All this wouldn't have happened if he came…

It was the mailman who had reported it, calling 911 half an hour before his shift was supposed to end. The pickup was sitting in the driveway and there were lights on in the house, so the mailman thought someone must be home. But it had been weeks now and yet, nobody has answered when he had knocked. So maybe, he figured, maybe old Mr. Warner had suffered from a heart attack.

Fucking mail man. He already knew his boss wouldn't give him a day off…whatever the reason was. Heck, if he was injured and was supposed to rest. His boss will threaten to fire him if he didn't go to work.

D'Angelo Spencer shook his head and swore at the mailman's timing. It was Sebastian's birthday tonight, and Lara planned on taking the three kids to a movie downtown. But, Lara hasn't planned on him working late. He was late, already.
Maybe he could go now and save his ass…No, he couldn't. He had to know every detail on how this old bastard died.

But still…Lara would kill him. (Damnit. Work, work, work, Angelo! You've got to stop about this bloody work. You've got to be there for your son! And your two daughters… Jesus Christ! What's more important- your own son or your dead bodies at the morgue? Oh, maybe you can go and fuck them, too.) He liked to be there. Of course he did.

But his chances of making it were fading…

A few days later, he was working on a different person at the morgue. The feeling was like a knife in his heart…he was slowly dying…

Spence smiled sorrowfully, brushing the hair from her face. Lara had always been so beautiful. His eyes were watery. She had planned a wonderful evening for her family. She had planned a wonderful birthday party.

She hadn't planned on dying.

If only he was with them….

If only he wasn't so fucking stupid!

He shut his eyes. Unable to take the pain. The mere memory. BEEP-BEEP-BEEP. A repetitive noise comes from the other side of the wall. His eyes flew open, filled with hope, he swam over, his muscles burning in pain, and his lungs aching. He pounded on the window, still unable to see through it.

Kasumi ripped the wire from the clock. Fighting exhaustion, she pushes on and as the noise dies away…she hears something. And very faintly, a pounding. She ran across the room. She was hit hard when she saw a hand on the glass. That was awful…but she couldn't see the face. Maybe it she should leave the person...But what if it was an innocent person? She couldn't just leave this person...

Kasumi bangs on the Plexiglas and calls to the person. The thick Plexiglas still remains, but now he could see her. "Move aside!" Kasumi yelled.

She pulled out her gun and takes aim. The person swam aside. Kasumi fired a circle of shots into the thick plastic. Red liquid slowly leaks, but the damn thing is still solid. "Fucking hell!" she grabbed the chair and rammed it at the bullet-damaged section.

Blood pours from the room. The body descended on the torrent of blood. Kasumi climbed in and ran over to the person. He was lying face-down, on his stomach. He coughs, sputters, and thirstily drinks in oxygen. Kasumi sank to the floor, rolling him over, his head on her lap.

Her eyes widened.