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It was to late. The silvery ghost was rapidly exiting the vase. I knew I shouldn't have turned, should have keptmy eye on the opponent, but utter amazement made me turn, and for a moment, there was no Sajahn, no vase, only me and Dawn, completely shocked to see each other. Though she seemed more looking at my weapon, a sword I carried around.

Behind Dawn was a portal. She closed her eyes briefly so it would close on it's own. I heard a voice, her sister, yelling, and I heard running from the other side of it. It closed shortly, and I snarled. Magic. I despised magic.In her hand was a small axe, and I saw the crease of the knife hidden in her combat boots. Her hair was tied back, she was in a fighting stance.

She was shocked to see me standing here as well, our blue eyes locked after taking in each other once more, disbelief in our eyes. Betrayed blue eyes looked at me. I am sure mine showed resentment. I knew she was the Slayer's sister. But she's also something else on her own. I would have demanded answers right there, right now, and I think we would have gotten into a fight, but that was when Sajahn started chuckling.

"Wow, miracle boy, is that your little girlfriend or something? She's pretty hot." I turned, and snarled. I remembered duty once more. I decided to ignore Dawn. Of course, Slayer's sister, she must have a few tricks up her sleeve.

"Stay back, Dawn." Was all I growled, and then I focused solely on Sajahn.

"Oh, c'mon, let's just talk a little while. Do you like skiing? I heard it's really great in Russia this time of year, of course, that was a while ago, but it's always cold up there anyway. Do you play sports? You seem agile enough." His questionare was cut short by me aiming at his throat with my sword. He grabbed it in midair and broke it. I was taken aback, but it was nothing. Just a bit of re-evaluation. I delivered a series of punches, which hardly made contact, and he threw me across the room, hitting bricks on a wall, and sliding down.

I was about to rush at him again, but thenDawn was in front of me, with a small axe, trying to attack him. He threw her back before she made contact with him, he put his hand on her chest, and sent forth a blast of energy that sent her crashing against a nearby wall. "I said stay back!" I yelled, as she tried to run again.

"Connor, I'm helping you!" She yelled. I pushed her down as she tried to get up again, and with accelerated speed, rushed at Sajahn. Sajahn cut me with Dawn's aquired axe in my stomach, then punched me directly where the wound was, and sent me flying once more.

A few minutes later, I was even more battered and bruised, my leg was bleeding, my head had been banged againt the wall very hard, and was also bleeding, I believe my shoulder was dislocated. Dawn was standing by, watching, her own wound on her shoulder.

Sajahn looked bored. "If this is all you have to give, kid, I guess I'll just kill you now. It's a shame, I was really looking forward to meeting the destroyer."

I sputtered blood, I was loosing. And I was loosing fast. I saw Dawn. She could escape, but she was helping me fight a loosing battle. How did my parents ever believe I would win?

"It's my fight, Dawn." I whispered in answer to her wide pleading eyes. "It's MY destiny." I yelled even louder. And then I noticed it. The defiant look in her eyes. Sajahn was walking towards me slowly, grinning. I saw her from across the room, close her eyes in concentration. There was a portal suddenly.

She stumbled through, and next thing I knew, she was on top of Sajahn, and had just attacked his head, and she had gashed it. He was not invincible.

He took his attention off me for a moment, and turned, raising Dawn from the ground to look at him "You are becoming very annoying." He said.

And then I saw him removing her dagger from her boots. And grabbing the handle, and with horror watching him lodge it in her gut, and turn it. I was looking at her the entire time, into her eyes. They caught mine once more.

"Connor." She whispered. It wasn't a cry for help. Or a confession of love. It was merely a recognition of what had been. That nothing else mattered to her anymore, she just didn't want to hurt me. It was her saying that everything was fine, forgiven, just don't look. She didn't want me to see her being defeated.

And then, he removed the blade, and I watched him throw her to the opposite wall, and her slumping against the ruins, loosing consciousness. I struggled to hear her breathing, her heart.

I was relieved to hear the faint heart beat, but I knew if she wasn't rushed to a hospital soon, she would die. And that's when something changed, and I knew something then. I knew that Sajahn would die, and by my hands. And I would make it slow and painful.

With renewed strength, I stood slowly, and steadily. I looked into his back demon eyes, and I think I saw something different that arrogance, or boredness. I think I saw a new fear. Perhaps it was a look in my eyes. But I jumped at him, and I forced him to a wall, Dawn's knife laying forgotten at my feet. I took it and put it away for a minute. As soon as he had crashed, my fist made contact with his face. Over and over again, throwing in a few kicks. Then I had him on the warble floor, and I was banging his head against the floor over and over again. He recovered then, and rolled me over, punching my gut a few times once more. But I then took the small knife and stabbed his neck.

It wouldn't me enough to kill him, but it disabled him for a minute. I rolled him over, and I chopped of his had with one swift swing. Then, seeing Dawn, and remembering the cold calculative expression he wore while killing her, I began savagely clawing at his carcass of a body. I ripped off his arm, and crushed the bones in the one I had cut. I cracked his legs, and his right one had a bone of some sort popping out of it. I tore his left leg off after that, and forced some of it down his throat. Then, with his leg in his mouth, I took the knife and pressed down on his neck. It would have been a quicker kill if I had brought it down in one swift movement, but he would have felt nothing then. I wanted him to feel pain while dying. So I brought it down slowly, like cutting thick cheese. He was choking while I did so, and feeling every ripple of skin parted at the same time. I finally tore through, and then, Sajahn was no more.

I was breathing hard, but I slowly stood, and rushed towards Dawn. The heart beat was still there, but getting fainter. I took her limp pale body in my hands. I could feel the life draining from her. My face was expressionless as I bust the wooden doors open.

The red demon was in his wheelchair there, and he looked please.

"Thank you, Connor. It has become quite a hassle dealing with that vase, though I would appreciate if you not mention how you came to fulfill the prophesy to your Father. Oh, and I'm sorry about the girl, she wasn't planned"

I ignored him, and walked across the hall into the demon's room, and ran straight for the window, landing on the sidewalk with it's shattered pieces. I sniffed the air. I smelled the hospital, and rushed the bleeding Dawn in that direction, running at full speed force. All I could think about was her. I wanted her to live. She tried to die for me.

I ignored my pain and went. I forgot all about my Father, Mother, my life. All that I cared about was hers, and it was leaving rapidly.

And when I yelled at the Doctors in the hospital about she needed help, and they weren't helping her by asking me stupid questions like whether she's on drugs, and I completely ignored that they wanted me checked over. I never noticed the blood I was covered in. I was so afraid that I would loose her.

And when her family came, because I called them, they were equally distressed, and I chose to explain nothing on my part, so in anger, they sent me out.

And coming home I saw my Father, and chose at that moment to explain everything that had happened.

And later on, much later on, I thought back regretfully to why she had come. I had found out Cordelia, a friend of Dawn's sister, had a vision of me and Sajahn. Only the way they had seen it was me when I was at my death state practically, before I had gone to attack in rage. And when Dawn found out it was me, came on her own, doing what she had thought impossible. They said she had never been able to locate a place without ever visiting it. She would have died for me, though. Because she loves me. And once again, I felt a need to say that I loved her. Only this time, it wasn't me who might die.