Chapter Sixteen: Trust Me

"We'll take them," Charity hissed in my ear. "Sam and I. You go ahead and warn Magnus."

"No!" I whispered. "I can't just leave you here!"

"We'll be Ok."

But I could see fear in her eyes. I know Charity too well. I know that, though she's tough, she's still human-in a sense. She has fears, just like anyone else. She's not ready to go yet.

"Go." She repeated.

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Magnus's POV(third person)

Rowena stepped closer and closer toward him, her perfume that she used to wear, a citrus scent, overpowering. Magnus stepped backwards.

"Lady Rowena." His voice was cold. A smile played on Rowena's lips, but her eyes were still shadowed.

He could see that.

"You've never called me that, Magnus," She murmured, laying her hands on his chest. He backed up some more.

"I know about you, Rowena."

She plastered on a confused face. "What do you mean?"

"You and Sir Lionel." Magnus was calm and quiet, but inside, rage was boiling inside of him. "Lady Josephine visited me-"

"That hag!" Rowena cried. "Where is she? I want to speak to her now."

"Please, Rowena," Magnus whispered. "Tell me. What were your plans with Sir Lionel?"

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Faith's POV

"Ow!" Niki yelled as I socked her in the stomach. She stumbled backwards. Then she turned to Bertha.

"Now!"

I was suddenly being pushed against the wall. My skull cracked against the pavement as I fell, and darkness came.

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"Tell me, Faith Isabella de Silva. Why should we let you go on?"

I opened my eyes. Two men were gathered near me. One was well-dressed in a black suit, the other was in simple jeans and a button-down shirt.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"We got sent from up there-" one pointed to the sky. What sky? Everything was white. "-and down there."

The other pointed down.

Oh.

"You mean," I said slowly. "I'm dead?"

"You received quite a blow to the head," The more simply dressed guy pointed out. "You're dying, yes. But not yet dead."


"The question is," Suit chuckled. "Are you to go on. Or are you to die?"

"I'd really prefer not to die."

"But why?" Suit asked again. I think that he was a demon, and the more simply dressed guy was an angel.

"Why?" I echoed. "I'm only sixteen, for one thing!"

"Many babies die everyday," The angel smiled grimly. "How are you different?"

"I... I have a purpose!" I yelled. "I'm not ready to die. I've got to..."

"Got to what?" The demon asked.

"I was born to help vampires," I said slowly. "It's my job. And..."

"And what?"


"And I've got to help Magnus," I whispered. "Please. I don't want him to die."

"He's an accursed creature of the night," The angel said in a soft voice. "Why should we let you help him?"


"And after all he's done to you," The demon added. "Why would you want to help him?"

"I don't know," I muttered, scuffing my foot around. "I just do. And hello! Charity and Sam are down there too."

"Creatures of the night."

"But they're good," I insisted. "They can't help being what they're being."

"Just like Magnus can't," The angel said levelly. "He can't help being what he is, so it isn't his fault that he wants to keep you safe, correct?"

"I'm getting the third degree for this?" I asked. "To get slammed about my love life by a demon and an angel."

"No. You just need to get your priorities straight," The demon said firmly in a patronizing way.

Ok.

I was being told by one of Satan's slaves that I needed to get my priorities straight.

I've hit rock bottom.

"What are your names, anyway?" I asked.

"I'm Carlisle," The angel said. "And this is Titus." He gestured to the demon.

"Very nice to meet you and all," I sighed. "But I have a vampire slayer to get back to. I mean, the girl is missing a few bruises."

"Normally," Titus pointed out. "I'm all for violence, but are you sure this is right?"

"Yes."

"Do you love Magnus?" Carlisle asked.

"I... I don't know..." I murmured.

"We might as well let you find out," Carlisle smiled. Titus waved.

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"Magnus is going to KILL me if you're dead," I heard Charity muttering. A dull pain thudded in my head, and I heaved in a sigh.

"You can't get rid of me that easily."

"Thank God," Sam declared, helping me up. "Let's get you to a doctor's-"

"No!" I yelled. "Come on, we don't have much time... Niki's gotta be at Magnus's place by now."

"I'm with Faith," Charity agreed. "I mean, Magnus is our friend."

She arched an eyebrow toward me. It's crazy. Even in dire situations, she finds a way to point out her claim that Magnus and I belong together.

"The car is running low on gas," Sam reported. "It'll be faster if we just run."

"Run?" I repeated as Sam scooped me up in his arms.

Charity smirked. "Run."

And with that, she was off in a flash. Uh-oh.

"Sam," I began. "You aren't gonna-"

I can't remember exactly what my screams sounded like as he took off. We were going at a speed that no car can reach, let alone a normal human.

Then again, Sam and Charity weren't human at all.

I also felt kind of dirty, being carried by Charity's boyfriend, but hey, it was not only platonic, but a part of me still was mad at her because of the fact that she kissed Magnus.

"We're almost there," Sam assured me a moment later.

"Good. Because I am about to throw up all over that shirt you have."

"Great."

I saw Charity waiting for us, looking like the disgustingly pretty Goth princess she was, casually examining her tongue as we drew closer.

Charity has a thing for tongue piercings.

She already has three, but anything's possible for her, I guess.

"Finally," She sighed as Sam drew to a halt. "So, what's the plan?"

I bit my lip.

"Not really sure yet..."

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The next chapter shall be the last. Then I'll start the final fic in the series, 'Kiss of Death'. Btw, I have a forum up now for this series of fics...