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Date Posted: July 23, 2006

Author's Note: You guys, I love you all. Read the chappie, and expect a long note at the end expressing my love to you all.

The loud sound of sirens woke Fayt up with a start. He cursed under his breath and looked up at Albel. Albel's expression was fearless, he held onto Fayt tightly. "We'll be alright," he whispered. "Just don't let go of me."

Fayt nodded and held onto Albel. They had a moment before the police showed up, rain falling over them lightly. Fayt could feel Albel's heart beating against his, felt him breathing in and out steadily. He wished they didn't have to run, or worry; that it could just be the two of them. It can't ever be perfect. Albel's wanted, and Luther will be after us.

Flashlights shone brightly in Fayt's eyes and he winced, clinging to Albel. This could be the end of us. There were loud voices above them, and fear started to take over.

"Get away from him!" Someone shouted at Fayt, and he shook his head violently. He pulled his head away from Albel's chest and looked up. There were at least five police officers, surrounding them with guns pointed at Albel.

"Albel, they're going to shoot you if we don't go with them!" Fayt whispered urgently, meeting Albel's eyes.

"Is there anything for us if I live? They'll still kill me."

Determination took over. "I'm not going to give up. No matter what, we're going to get out of this alive!" Fayt took Albel's hand and pulled him up, standing with his hands above his head. Albel glared at Fayt in annoyance before doing the same.

One officer came forward and handcuffed Fayt, snapping cold metal around his wrists. Albel looked like he was about to attack the officer, but instead let himself be cuffed by a second officer. With that, they were both pushed towards a police car and shoved into the back seat.

Albel looked down at Fayt as the car started. "Do you have a plan?" he whispered.

Fayt shrugged. "Sort of. How badly do you want to live?"

Albel smirked. "I still have a few things to take care of."

"Then you're going to have to trust me, ok?" Fayt met Albel's eyes, trying to look more confident than he really was.

Albel nodded. "Alright. What is it?"

Fayt took in a deep breath. "You still have that knife, right?" he asked in a whisper.

Red eyes lit up and Albel nodded again. "Yeah, it was small enough to keep. I can't reach it, but you probably can."

"Good. I'm going to take the knife and cut my own handcuffs off, alright? Don't try anything, just trust me."

Albel studied Fayt carefully, then nodded. "Ok. It's in my right shoe, sticking out a little at the top." Albel twisted his leg up effortlessly, sticking his foot behind Fayt.

Fayt grabbed the handle of the knife and Albel silently slid his leg back into place. Instantly, Fayt started sawing away at the chain on his handcuffs. He could feel them start to give, his mind set firmly on what he was about to do. Almost there… The chains were thin, about to break. Fayt turned to Albel and leaned forward, their faces close. "I love you," he whispered. "I always will."

Before Albel could react, Fayt snapped the chain. The officer in the passenger seat turned around at the sudden noise, and Fayt drove the knife into her chest. Blood squirted onto him, he felt his calm exterior start to slip away. He pulled the knife out and slit the officer's throat.

By now, the second officer had his gun out. Don't let him shoot out any windows, Fayt reminded himself, flipping over the front seat. A well-fired shot hit him in the shoulder, Fayt bit his lip to stop from screaming. He lunged forward and stabbed the officer between the heart and the throat. Another bullet hit him, this time much closer to his heart. With one final stab, Fayt finished him, mustering up the strength to toss his body onto the other one, pressing his own foot on the gas pedal.

"Fayt, you idiot!" Albel hissed. "Those wounds could kill you!"

"They will," Fayt answered in a cool voice. His expression was blank, face splattered with blood. He reached out and grabbed the knife, throwing it into the seat beside Albel. "Free yourself before I die so you can drive."

Albel's face was equally blank, shocked. "Fayt, you can't give up! I love you, I won't let you die!"

"Albel, do it, or neither of us will live," Fayt ordered.

The older man did as he was told, quickly sawing his handcuffs off. "So…" he took a deep breath. "What's your plan?"

"You come up here and drive, ok Albel? I'm getting tired." Fayt's voice was still calm, unafraid, still innocent. This was my choice, I'll die for Albel.

Albel climbed into the front seat, Fayt sitting loosely in his lap, head against his shoulder, staring up at him. He could tell Albel was close to tears, something he had never seen from his lover. "Now, listen up, ok?" Fayt smiled weakly at Albel, vision swimming. He was trying hard to hold on long enough to tell Albel what to do. "Just keep driving like you're an officer and nothing happened. Once I… once I die, take one of their guns. Stop the car, get out and shoot the three in the other car." Fayt took a deep breath. "Then get in the car and drive as far away as you can. Luther doesn't matter anymore… not once I'm gone, he won't."

Albel took his hands off the wheel, letting the car glide down the straight road. He cupped Fayt's face in one hand, right thumb running over his cheek, the other hand holding Fayt up. "You know that I love you, right?"

"I've always known." Fayt smiled. "And I love you."

Soft hands stroked Fayt's hair, and he finally felt at peace. "Everything is going to be ok," he said softly. "You'll get out of here alive, and Luther will leave you alone."

"Fayt…." Albel's voice was soft, silent tears rolled freely down his face. "Why didn't you let me do it? I might've survived, I've killed before, I could do it again."

"I had a knife, they had guns. There's no way in hell anyone could have survived. Better me than you…" Fayt struggled to breathe, and everything was growing dark. He felt tired suddenly, tired from the last few weeks. I'm ready to leave… Oh God, Albel…

"I love you," Albel whispered. "I won't ever love again."

"That's ok," Fayt said softly. "Just remember…. I love you." Fayt felt Albel kiss him softly, felt Albel's breath against his skin as he pulled away. There's nowhere I'd rather die than in his arms. It was the last thing Fayt thought before his world faded to black.

Albel couldn't move for a long moment. Fayt's body lay in his arms, still warm. He looked different than he had in life. Blood dripped down his chest, drops of crimson stood out against pale cheeks. Emerald eyes, once full of spark and life were closed forever. Albel touched a hand to Fayt's forehead, brushing hair out of his face. Slowly, he lifted Fayt's body and lay it down across the back seat of the car.

Albel slammed down on the brake decisively, grabbing a gun from one of the dead officers. He stepped out of the car and shot at the car behind him, walking forward as he fired with deadly accuracy, eyes blazing with anger. The window broke, and he neatly shot the driver in the head, hitting the man in the passenger seat twice. The officer in the back got out of the car, and Albel fired a few shots into his head, letting his body hit the ground.

Red eyes looked at the scene around him, and Albel nodded. He threw the gun onto the ground, walking back to the car Fayt hijacked. Albel opened the front door on the passenger seat, pulling out the two dead officers and throwing them onto the street with the others.

He climbed into the driver's seat of the car and looked back at Fayt. "Let's get you out of here, ok?" Albel started the car and sped away. Everything felt unreal, fuzzy. In just minutes he had gone from quietly holding Fayt, watching him sleep contentedly, to watching Fayt die in his arms, shot down.

This is going to change everything. Where do I go now? What happens next? I can't go back to the way I was before Fayt, and since I fell in love with him my whole life was about him… Albel breathed in deeply. I have to go see Luther.

Luther's house was a lonely twenty minute drive away. Albel parked in front of the large house, closed his eyes for a moment, then got out. He walked to the door, knocked on it loudly, and waited. One of Luther's servants answered, studying Albel closely. Fayt's blood covered Albel's bare arms from holding the boy as he died, he was still half-dressed in a prison uniform. "Please," Albel said softly. "I'm not here to fight."

The servant, a tall blonde girl, nodded and let him in. "I'll go get Luther." Albel nodded, and she left.

Albel stood there, looking around the house. It looked like a normal house, well-decorated, comfortable, the opposite of Albel's, only his house because it was easy to steal.. Luther could have given Fayt so much more. But… he loved me.

Luther came down the stairs then, glaring at Albel. "What the fuck do you want? I've got everyone out there looking for Fayt, he's not here." Then he glanced at the blood on Albel's arms. "What the hell happened?"

Albel sighed. "It's over, Luther. We don't have to fight anymore. Fayt is dead."

The blonde shook his head violently, sat down on the bottom stair. "No," he whispered hollowly. "He can't be…"

Even though Albel had hated Luther while Fayt was alive, now he knelt down next to him, looking him in the eye. "Me and him ran away. The police found us, and took us in. Fayt… he looked at me and asked if I really wanted to live. I told him I did, of course. So he… took the knife I had, cut his own handcuffs off and attacked two officers who had guns. No one could have survived it, he knew that."

"So, he… did it so you could get away?" Luther asked, eyes fixed on the blood covering Albel's arms.

"Yeah. He told me not to worry about you anymore, but… I think, if we don't have anything to fight over anymore, you have the right to know how he died." Albel looked around, avoiding Luther's eyes. "We both loved him. So, do you want to go with me to… bury him?"

Luther studied Albel carefully, as if searching for a motive. Then he nodded and stood, following Albel to the police car sitting outside his house. "He's in the back if you want to see him," Albel said, climbing into the driver's seat.

Luther nodded and opened the back door, looking down at Fayt's body. "Oh God," he whispered, kneeling down, as if whispering to Fayt. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like I did…" Quietly, Luther stood and got in the passenger seat, looking at Albel. "So where do we bury him?"

"I don't know," Albel admitted. "We'll just… drive until we've found a place."

"Yeah." Luther nodded.

They drove on in silence, Albel couldn't say how long for, until they came to a clear field ringed by trees. Albel stopped the car and looked out at the field. "We'll bury him here, next to the trees."

Both boys got out of the car and walked to a spot, instantly setting about digging. It was a long, silent process, ripping out grass and dirt until they had a hole about two feet deep and big enough for Fayt. Albel's hands were stained with dirt and blood, and the sun was just starting to rise. "Come on, people will start to come out soon," he said, walking to the car.

Luther followed, and together they lifted Fayt's body out of the car, lowering him into the hole. Both boys stared at him for a second, and Albel whispered softly, "He was beautiful when he was alive." Luther nodded in agreement, and they began throwing dirt over Fayt's body, covering him and filling in the hole.

"So… what are you going to do?" Luther asked.

"Run away," Albel answered. "There's nothing left for me here." He looked up at Luther. "This is the end of everything between the three of us."

"Do you think… you'll ever take another lover?" Albel shook his head. "Me either," Luther agreed quietly. They looked each other in the eye, and then turned away, each walking in opposite directions, never to meet again. Albel would probably never come back to the spot where they had buried Fayt.

Days dragged by. Albel did what he could to disguise himself, dying his hair all black and his eyes, with their unique color, he did his best to keep hidden with sunglasses or hats, or just his hair if he had to. He didn't stay in one place for long, sticking with a job only until he got paid or came too close to being discovered. Slowly, days turned into weeks and months and Albel was forgotten. He settled down by himself in a tiny apartment somewhere in the state of New York, working at a local fast food restaurant.

Months dragged by. Albel had never been so lonely in his life. He didn't talk to anyone in the city unless he had to, and he missed Fayt more and more every day. It tore him apart slowly. There wasn't a day where Albel didn't think about Fayt, not a day where he didn't want him back. It wasn't fair, that he had to live every day alone, and only because he wasn't the only one who had loved Fayt. But there would never be anyone like Fayt again, he was the kind of boy that didn't seem remarkable in personality, but was easy to fall in love with.

Two years had gone by since Fayt's death. Outwardly, Albel didn't look much different. Inwardly, he would never be the same. He had felt something for Fayt that he had never felt before, any sort of fondness beyond simple tolerance or lust. Not only that, he had been in love with Fayt, more in love than most people can ever claim to be. And in the blink of an eye, it had all been snatched away. For Albel, every night was full of dreams of that morning, of the way Fayt had died. Lying in his arms, covered in blood, broken handcuffs on his wrists. He had, Albel was sure, deserved something much better.

And somehow, on this night, all of that was what led to Albel standing on the roof of his apartment, staring down a twelve floor fall. The wind rushed past him, and he stepped out onto the edge of the building, ends of his boots hanging over the edge. "Fayt," he whispered quietly. "It's been so long."

Below Albel, nothing moved. The city was dead this late at night, and all he could see were skyscrapers rising above him, making him feel small. Pale lids shut over red eyes, and Albel leaned forward, a sense of falling out of control trying to pull him back.

With one push from his feet, Albel jumped off the building. He was falling quickly, just a few more seconds and he would hit the ground, he would finally be free. He could see the ground coming towards him, flying faster.

He never felt himself hit the ground. Two arms were suddenly around him, pulling him up. Albel looked down, hadn't he hit the ground? And lying on the pavement was his body, crumpled from the impact, red eyes open and staring out into the night. Why am I still here, why can I see myself?

Albel looked to his right, to the person holding him, and suddenly knew. "Fayt?" he whispered. It nodded. It was unmistakably Fayt- blue hair framed a pale face, big green eyes stared at Albel, full of life. "Fayt died, who are you?" he asked quietly.

The boy smiled. "Albel, don't you recognize me? I've been waiting for you so I can move on."

So it is him… "Fayt," Albel said softly, running a hand down his cheek.

Fayt set him down and looked Albel in the eye, a small smile on his face. "I couldn't leave you all alone. But we're free now, Albel."

Albel smiled, something he had never done in life, and hugged Fayt tightly. "Yeah. You can rest now, it's ok."

Fayt buried his head in Albel's neck, held onto him tightly. "You too. It's over now…"

One pale hand tangled in the back of Fayt's hair, wanting to hold onto him forever. "I love you, Fayt."

"I love you," Fayt whispered, and he leaned back to kiss Albel softly.

Still embracing each other, both of them faded away into the night, into nothing, finally at peace.

It was in the morning paper that Albel had died. Luther picked it up and shook his head, remembering again. "Oh, Albel. I always knew you would go first," he said to himself. "I'm the only one left to remember it all…" Luther smiled and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. "I'll never forget you… Fayt. I love you."

Author's Note: That's it. This fic is over! O-V-E-R! I know, it was painfully short. But you all know me- Tolanya will never stop writing Albel/Fayt! Anyway, the few, the proud, the fans of this fanfiction- you have my eternal love. ETERNAL. I love you guys lots and lots. Feel free to email me anytime you want! It's Um, I'm really glad you like this story and stuck with it, despite all the slow updates. Was written during a crazy time in Tolanya's life. But I love it, and I love you all. Now, I warn ye, my next fanfiction might be a little slow. I'm pouring lots of creative energy into this novel. It's a weirdo project, but I am entertained. So, um, I'm pretty open to whatever for my next Albel/Fayt. So yeah! Email me! I want to talk to fans, you make me happy! I luff you! Free cookies, free cake, free alcohol!