A/N Overall, not very happy. But I promised a friend that I would finish this up. After this the story will be getting fast paced and I'm pretty sure the last one will be the last chapter.

Disclaimer: You know the drill, I'm not Shan, never have been, and never will…

In case you all forgot what's happening…

"Darren, you have no idea how much I will miss you. You give great oral, and I'm not even kidding. You are great at what you will do, and I will be more than proud to haunt the next girl who is screaming out your name." Elle said in a dramatically raspy voice. Everyone laughed.

"To my shower men, you are the greatest friends a girl could ask for. And you're not too bad looking either. Your mates will be lucky no matter who they are. You will give them a run for their money, and I hope you all slaughter the vampaneze in the war. Arra, I-" Elle said as she died.

"Elle, Elle, wake up!" Darren screamed at his mate's lifeless body.

"Darren she's gone." Mr. Crepsley said simply

"No! She can't be; what was she talking about? A war, we're not in a war? What was she talking about? Will someone tell me? And why was she talking about a man under the cot?" Darren said getting onto his knees and looking under the cot, he saw nothing.

The medic smirked knowing that while all of them had been listening to her die. He quickly removed the knife, sealed the wound so no one would see her bleed, and left.

Jake sniffed the air "I smell blood." Jake said walking out in front of her. He looked right at her and kept sniffing. He kept sniffing to her torso, near her breasts, or what would be her upper back where she had been stabbed.

"Jake, get off her…" Pierre said

"Don't you have any decency? She just died?"

"His mate is right there, are you daft?"

"GET-OFF-MY-WIFE!" Darren screamed at Jake.

"She smells like blood; and he's right she does have vampaneze blood. Don't you all smell that?" Jake said smelling her again

The others smelled that air, some near the front could smell it, but most couldn't.

"I only smell sex and sweat." Someone said crudely

"Way to go, remind him that he was just with his mate died no more than three hours ago. She just died and-"

"Can everyone please leave? I just want to be alone!" Darren said sadly.

"I was just trying to help. What if she wasn't just hallucinating, I mean, why would that medic ask all couple hundred of us in, and when she's talking smack about him he wants us out. I don't get it. There is something wrong with him." Jake protested.

"I understand you miss her honey, I do too. But you cannot go off accusing a medic about this. It isn't his fault; he tried his hardest to save her. I know it seems weird but it is a weird case. How many times do you get to be bitten by a vampaneze?

"It hardly ever happens, maybe once every hundred years or so. It's a strange situation, and I know that you are grieving, so 'am I; but she'll be alright. I promise the gods will bless her with a great after life full of hunting, and challenges." Arra said trying to keep her cool and keep from crying.

Larten patted her back, and led her out of the room and said "Come on you guys give him some time alone. Everyone will get their chance soon enough."

Everyone filed out and went to the dinner hall to eat while they waited.

Once everyone left, Darren began to talk with her saying things about how much he loved her and mostly just holding her hand, and being with her.

After he left Larten and Arra came in neither cried, they just talked about the memories, especially how Elle and Larten had met in the first place.

And then they left, Jake came in and talked about how they had met how she'd been completely drunk, and how she'd been one of the best people that he'd ever met. He also apologized about how he acted while they had been dating.

When Jake was done the shower men walked in and talked about the many fights they'd had over the years, and how they enjoyed being with her even if it had only been for a short time.

Then Gavner, Kurda, the little person, along with many others including the princes stopped by and said their good byes.

When all was done, Elle was dropped into the water fall and the princes blessed her body, and sent her on her final voyage.

Darren felt his heart break in two, and walked away sadly.

Awaiting Elle's arrival at the bottom of the waterfall was a couple of the best hunters of all the vampaneze.

Her body came zooming down, and they caught it with ease. They handed her body to Steve who waited quietly next to the hunters.

"Here you are my lord…" said the bulkiest one

"Yes, thank you. Now where are my surgeons?" He asked monotonously.

"We're here my lord." The head of the surgeons said

"Good, get to work. They grieved longer than I expected, and this is getting risky." Steve said handing over her body. She was still in only her nightgown, so they ripped it off of her and began working.

Another one of the vampets was getting blood from everyone of the vampaneze. They had enough, what with twenty or so vampaneze at a pint a piece, she was ready to go.

They began by draining her blood; they separated it from vampire blood with a peculiar instrument. And after that they began adding new blood to her old vampaneze one.

They had her lying on the ground underneath a sheet (knowing how dirty their blood cousins were they didn't want to risk infection.)

They kept syringing blood out, and filtering it, and then putting it in a vile for later use. Doing this process for quite some time until she was empty; and then they filled her back up again with her old vampaneze blood, as well as the newly donated blood. She was still on IV's but she was fine for the most part.

Elle would be waking up at any moment. The operation had taken several hours, and it had been risky, but they checked "Lady" and who said that she'd live so they were confident.

As she woke up, she saw Steve and began to cry.

"What's wrong darling? Aren't you happy to see me?" Steve said in mock sorrow.

"No, I'm not. Why couldn't you just let me die? Hmm? I was happier joining my parents, your kind killed them!" She cried out, frustrated to be chained to the floor, with Steve and still in terrible pain.

"No you mean your kind too. You're one of us now. We gave you a blood transfusion, and now you're a vampaneze." Steve said smirking.

"NOOOOOOO! HOW CAN YOU DO THIS TO ME?" Elle cried out in hate.

"Because I love you Elle, and I just couldn't live without my little love. So, how are you feeling?"

Elle ignored him, and just lied on the ground staring into the ceiling, with tears silently falling, shivering.

"Eugene, she's cold, get her a robe immediately." Steve commanded a random vampaneze who was just sitting conversing with the others.

He hurried over and got her a robe that they had obviously picked for her. It was expensive looking. It was purple velvet woven into a long-sleeved robe that went to the floor, with a long v-neck that went down an inch or two past her navel.

"It's cold out there; I want you to wear this, my queen." Steve said bending over and beginning to dress her. She kept pulling away, and struggling to get away. Even though she knew it was no use to try, it was still comforting to know

"James, her feet are cold. Get her the slippers that go with it. Lazy men they are, have to tell them everything. How are you feeling love?" He asked stroking her shoulder, and then moving to her collarbone and downward.

She pulled away, and screamed. About 25 men jumped on her trying to silence her. She just kept screaming, her back was killing her and when they moved her the wrong way her back bones grinded together, and hurt badly.

The fact that many men were jumping on her trying to keep her quiet while she was screaming out in pain, didn't help.

Steve tried to pull them off of her, but they wouldn't get off.

"Men, off now!" Steve said bluntly finally. And they all stopped and got off of her.

"Can you get me a doctor?" Elle cried out, in a hoarse voice.

"Shmeldoc, come." Steve said the apothecary hurried over; "Where does it hurt mistress?" he asked.

Elle kept taking in deep breaths trying to ease the pain of her back, she turned over and lied on her stomach to keep the pressure off of it.

Everyone winced at what they saw, one of her back bones was sticking straight out of her back.

The surgeon walked over and knelt down beside her. He touched the bone and pushed on it saying "Does it hurt here?"

Laughter arose from all around her, and the world became black.

A couple hours later, Elle was resting on her stomach while her back was healing. Kurda walked down from the upper part of the mountain.

"Hello Kurda, any news from the upper part?" Steve said walking over to greet him.

Kurda shook his hand and said "Well, young Shan had his trial today."

"How did he do?" Elle asked moving all too quickly and hurting herself. The other vampaneze were sleeping but she was in too much pain.

"He failed, and miserably. He had to fight this boar, and this weird thing comes in and fights it off because Darren was going to loose. And now he's supposed to get the stakes."

Elle broke down crying, Kurda walked over to her and knelt down "He misses you, I think that's why he was distracted. He's killed bears before, I'm sure that a wild boar would be no problem unless he wasn't thinking."

"Is there anything you can do?" She begged him

"I could lead him out, I know a secret way." Kurda said

"Would he see us?" Elle asked out of hope of seeing him and Steve asked out of worry.

"No, it's on the other side. We're safe. Don't worry about it." Kurda said calmly, Elle bowed her head down.

"Alright, with that my dead I do believe that we need to let you rest. You've had a busy time, what with dying, and then being brought back to life. I want you better so we can 'be in the sack' tomorrow." Steve said using a voice that you'd use to an infant; treating his 'mistress' as if she were inferior to him.

She lied back down, moaning softly in pain. Steve chuckled and led Kurda away.

They walked away and soon Steve pushed Kurda against the wall. "If you even bring little old 'Shanny-Boy in here, I promise on my vows as a vampaneze, that I will slice you up until you are no more than stew, and then feed you to my men. Got it?"

"Steve that's a bit far fetched, you wouldn't dare."

"Oh, wouldn't I? Rob!" Steve yelled out, a fat Rob came walking slowly around the bend towards Steve.

"Yes, my lord?" He asked slightly out of breath from the walk over.

Steve pulled out his sword, and chopped his arm off. Rob began spraying blood everywhere. Steve guffawed a bit and then said "Rob, as you can see, is a little on the obese side. He doesn't take care of himself, and eats roughly three humans a night. That's a lot of meat isn't it Rob?"

"Yes, it is my lord." He said bowing his head to Steve on the verge of screaming.

"And didn't I tell you to go on a diet?" he asked Rob

"Yes, my lord." He answered simply looking faint, Kurda looked like he might faint as well, out of complete shock.

"But you're loyal aren't you Rob? You are always there to protect me huh Rob?" Steve questioned

Rob nodded

"Answer me!"

"Yes, my lord." He said looking woozy.

"So in return I will save you. Sampson, go and bring him to a surgeon." Steve crouched down to Rob and said "Now Rob, this isn't about you. I didn't mean to cut your arm off, I was trying to prove a point to this bum."

He said gesturing to Kurda who waved. "It wasn't personal." Sampson helped him up and began to help him across the cave to the surgeon, Steve smacked his butt in a friend sort of way. Rob smiled and kept going.

"Do you believe me now?" Kurda nodded

"Good, Darren will not come near here, or you will answer to me; because I cannot afford to loose her." Steve said gesturing to the sleeping Elle, still shackled to the floor, and with that Kurda left.

Over the next few days, Darren was sentenced to death. And Kurda would indeed have to let him out.

Steve agreed only because he wanted to fight Darren later, and if Darren was killed then he couldn't get revenge.

It was the day of Darren to be led down here. Steve decided to change it up and have Elle chained to the wall instead. She hated him more than anything, and cried whenever he came within a three feet radius of her.

It was around three in the afternoon, when Kurda led Darren down. Gavner followed. They took the wrong place, and Elle was napping. She looked very elegant in her new red velvet robes, very similar to her other ones. Standing there, sleeping.

Kurda warned them against it, but sure enough, Shanny-boy came trotting in. He didn't see Steve. But he saw his lover, he couldn't believe it, he walked closer. He touched her, then kissed her, and she cried saying "Don't touch me, please, I beg of you!"

Darren knew that they had abused her, and shuddered. He began trying to free her, when he heard an outcry like that of a wolf's.

He turned around to see Gavner, dying and stabbed square in the gut. He kissed Elle's cheek, she was still sleeping, and ran off to help Gavner; promising her that he'd save her later.

Darren knew that since Gavner was dying and Elle looked peaceful he could come back for her.

A few more days went by. The vampaneze were in an uproar. They knew that the vampires would come down and that there'd be hell on Earth.

Steve and the vitals, his most trusted of the vampaneze were packing up. They would stay but only to a certain point, and then leave.

It was the day of battle, around six in the evening when they attacked. How predictable? Once Darren was there, he began stripping Elle, making sure Shanny-boy saw his lover.

And as soon as they were done and Darren was aghast, they watched for a bit, as Arra got stabbed. Elle sobbed, Steve laughed, and made her get into a sort of cage, and flitted off into the sunset of blood.

A/N Sorry that took so long, I do have school you know… Reviews are wanted as usual. I'm not updating until I get some, I'm sick of not getting any replies…Harsh, yes, I know. So get writing…