Vash kicked the rubble that once was The Chapel of Children in awe. Everything was destroyed, and there were traces of the children that died in the catastrophe. The tall blonde knew exactly how it had happened, but said nothing. That was a completely different Knives.

Milly was brought to tears. It was the last piece of Wolfwood that she might have had. And it was now only rocks and bedrock. The whole building had crumbled, all but the sign that once hung above the door. The church was a small house from the looks of it, only able to fit around 75 people or so. But it was the one thing that Wolfwood adored, and Milly hoped to actually take over the responsibilities for him.

Meryl was in shock, refusing to move or talk. Everything she'd though it would look like was wrong. There was nothing but trash, blood, and rubble. In anger she would have raged out on Knives, but tried to hold herself back, clenching her fists in emotional pain. Finally walking forward, Meryl ran as soon as her friend dropped to her knees in tears.

Knives stood behind the rest, himself stunned at how well Midvalley had obeyed him. Seeing Milly fall in sobs, he noticed how horrible he really was that one year ago. It pained him inside, though he wouldn't admit it, to see the tall brunette crying over something he'd done. And there was nothing he could do to take it back. "I'm going back to the hotel."

Milly continued weeping, Vash now at her side in exchange for Meryl. "Knives…let me talk to you in …private." The dark haired woman said, her normally lavender eyes, a deep purple.

Knives didn't dare to refuse the conversing that she had suggested. Walking some feel away, Meryl finally said. "You did this."

"Aren't you clever?" The grey-haired man muttered sarcastically. "I had Midvalley do it."

"Midvalley? Who's- nevermind. You can't just leave Milly here. You have to apologize or something!"

"And all she will want to do is hit me."

"Then let her. You deserve it for what you did."

Staying silent, he agreed in his mind that he did indeed deserve the punishment for his past sins. Walking back up to Milly, he grabbed her hand, pulling her up. Mentally telling Vash to take his lover and leave, he waited until the two of them were alone. "I…I am the reason for this."

Milly, teary eyed and red-faced, gritted her teeth. "I figured." For once in a long, and not so often time, she said, "You bastard." Falling forward she hugged him tightly, confusing Knives. "Why! Why?"

Knives laid his head on hers. "I honestly don't know. I thought you'd hit me…"

"What do you mean you don't know! There was no reason for this?" Pulling back she glared.

"I did it…I guess to cause more tragedy among those who aren't like me." He said. Before she could say anything he told her, "Slap me…please…I deserve it."

Milly turned, crying to herself now. "You…you don't even have a motive for your actions…you…you aren't worth the energy of hitting." She told him, walking away in anger and grief.

Don't let her walk away you idiot! And yet there she was, walking away from him. Trying to gather up courage, he finally got his legs to run towards her. "Stop."

Milly turned towards him, but refused to meet his guilty eyes.

"I don't want the day to end like this. I'm sorry…"

"You think that's all it takes," she started, tears streaming down her face, "to gain my respect after what you've done?"

Knives was losing all hope, "No." He held her shoulders, not letting her run away from him. "I regret everything I've ever done to cause tears for you." He was horrible at telling people thing like this. Well…of course, this was the only time he'd ever had to. "I…I wish I could take back all your sorrows…but I can't." Raising her chin up so that she was forced to look him in the eyes he told her. "But what I can do, is love you." And with that, he caught her lips with his own in a chaste kiss.

Meryl walked into the room she shared with Vash. "How do you think things are going?"

From the emotions that had been sent when Vash looked through his brother, he could easily answer. "They're going fine."

Meryl smiled, she knew that tone all too well. "So everything's good?"

"It will be."

The wind blew from an open window, sending chills down Meryl's spine. "It's cold in here." Walking towards the window she stated, "Vash you idiot, you left it open…no wonder it's so-"

She was caught as she turned around in a fiery kiss. "I'm sorry you're cold." Vash mumbled so that only she could hear. Kissing down her neck he listened as she moaned to his caresses. The two of them kissed to the door, where Vash locked the door by putting his hands behind him, and then kissed to the bed.

Meryl's now shoulder-length hair was spread out across the bed, and for the first time in this position, she looked up at her lover with pure confidence and trust. Gazing up into his eyes she could feel the passion as it coursed through his veins as well as hers.

Vash was in awe at her natural beauty, her lavender eyes, still slightly teary but filled with an innocent lust. Her dark hair was a set background for her pale face and red supple lips. His hands were above her head and hers at her waist.

"Tell me to stop…" he muttered, knowing that this was the last chance.

Meryl grabbed the collar of his shirt, "No." she told him, pulling him down into a lip-locking kiss.

Vash was so happy to hear her say that to him. Resuming his place between her neck and shoulder, he kissed down her collarbone as he unbuttoned the white blouse. Unable to pull himself away from her soft skin, he kissed her over and over, up and down her almost bare torso, until met with something he'd never thought he'd see on her.

Rubbing his fingers across it he whispered. "A scar…" He knew where it had come from, and whose fault it had been, but used his anger for a greater cause, converting the anger into more passion for his angel.

Met with her now slightly fearing eyes, he watched as she tried to suppress her feelings. She wanted this, but was scared. "Don't worry." He told her, his lips almost touching hers, "Tonight is all about you."

Note: Okay, Aine, I'm gonna need your help on the next chapter, so I need you to e-mail me. No offense to my other writers/reviewers, but it's something Aine has to help me with. After all…it was her idea.

Dudes/dudettes! I saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. KICK BUTT! I loved it. Oh and I saw RENT too. It really is as good as it looks…well actually better…I cried sooooo hard. Watch it, learn it, love it.

In other news. The fairly well known Staccato Bluesummers has posted his life story on his My Space you will have to read it from the beginning, which it only has 3 entries, but if I get some comments on it I will update it more often. PLEASE READ IT! w w w. m y s p a c e . c o m / s t a c c a t o b l u e s u m m e r s (take out the spaces of course and there is an underscore between the first and last name, but the site won't let me put it there.)

Well other than that I'm sorry I haven't been able to update as much as I'd like, I've been busy with Band, and school and Church. By the way, I have been baptized…YAY ME! Oh and I got the Wolfwood's Cross Punisher Pendant….yeah…it's as awesome as you think…

Oh yeah, an dI would really like it if someone e-mailed me or something about a proposition, because I am looking for someone who could perhaps draw a picture of Staccato for me. Or maybe some fanart...more the Staccato thing though.

Well c-ya love ya bye!

DPA(Pyro)