A/N: You're all going to kill me after reading this chapter. I know you are. Because this is the first possible ending to Undying Love!

Thanks to:

Fluffys-sidekick

Raven Cactuar: No problemo!

GothicJak: It's booze. Why wouldn't he be concerned? –huggles bottle of Smirnoff ice- Yay alcohol!

EcoJak: Lamia: vampires who were born that way, age, have kids and stuff like mortals do. Childe: a vampire who has been Turned. Also called Made Vampires. Hope that clears stuff up a bit for you.

Ashley: -gulps, tried to avoid daggers and prepares to die- And yes...I know it's been about a month. I'm sorry... I've been trying hard to finish the chapters too...

Emera Took: Yeah…two weeks. That turned into a month.But it's over now. Please stop spazzing…

Lioness of darkness: Everyone wants to kill me… -genuinely scared for her life-

Kitty Kat-chan

GoodMorningBeautiful2005: Yeah…pure torture…it's what I'm best at. XD

TheOceanSoul69: …purple foons of doom? O.o –scared-

Casper: -superglomp- Thankyou!

Lu-lu: Ooooh! Cookie! Yay!

Wikedomen1

SRHumphrey727: I have a very scary imagination. Jak in an apron is nothing!

JakLover01

Draco Dormiens : looks around nervously- Ehehe…well…

Warnings: -cough- …yaoi…vampirism…other things…

Disclaimer: Lucia mine, others ND.

Chapter start…

Jak took a deep breath. 'This is it…'

He raised the stake and plunged it deep into his heart.

The elevator doors were opening when Torn felt it.

It was a huge sense of loss, like something that had been around all his life and was the most important thing in the world was suddenly ripped away from him and he'd never get it back.

He saw the body fall to the floor.

The vampire let out a mournful howl loud enough to be heard all over the city.

Lucia paused in her reading, her blood suddenly cold.

'No…Jak…'

She threw the book across the room and burst into tears.

Torn cradled Jak's body in his arms, shaking as he fought back tears.

"Jak…I'm sorry… Come back, Jak…come back…I love you. You can't leave me now…please Jak…"

Behind him the elevator doors closed and the elevator begin it's descent. Soon he'd have company, people coming to investigate the source of the howl.

The next hour or two passed in a blur. Torn was aware of Jak's body being taken from him, being restrained when he reached for Jak again. Someone, Ashelin, ordered him to go home. At first Torn refused to leave but when he saw Jak's body zipped up in a body bag he realised there was nothing he could do. The vampire went home, heartbroken.

Lucia was still crying on the sofa when he walked in. Torn sank down next to her, taking her into his arms and letting her sob against his shoulder.

At last Torn gave in to his tears.

The news of Jak's suicide spread across the city like wildfire. When his friends heard about it, they gathered at the palace to comfort each other.

Keira was crying uncontrollably while Samos tried to console her but he was struggling to keep his own grief in check. Daxter was asking Ashelin endless question, trying to understand why his best friend would commit suicide.

"Torn found him on the roof about an hour and a half ago. He wouldn't let him go when we had to send the …body to the morgue," she said sorrowfully, trying her hardest to remain strong and not burst into tears.

"But why did he do it?" Daxter asked, shaking with grief.

"I –we don't know," Ashelin admitted.

"Torn found him right? And they've been spending more time together lately, right?" Tess said slowly.

"What's your point?" Pecker asked wearily. He didn't like being around crying women and Keira was making him nervous.

"Maybe Torn knows why," suggested Tess.

"So lets go ask him!" Daxter said, desperate to find out the cause of this tragedy.

"No," Ashelin shook her head. "Not right now. He was really upset and I think it's best if we leave him alone for now."

Lucia had eventually cried herself to sleep on Torn's shoulder. The tattooed vampire just sat there, miserably. They stayed like that for hours until Lucia woke up. She sat up and looked at Torn worriedly.

"How are you feeling?" she asked quietly.

"I…didn't make it, Lucia. I never got to tell him I love him and now he's gone forever…" Torn replied.

"Oh Torn…" Lucia said sadly. She hugged him tightly.

Meanwhile at Haven City morgue, the body of the late Jak was being stored in a fridge. The coroners closed the big metal door and walked away, shaking their heads sadly.

"It's so sad when it's the young ones that go…" one commented.

"Such a shame." Agreed his friend.

They never knew what was happening in the fridge.

Jak's body cracked with dark eco. Purple lightning flashed across his skin, briefly illuminating the inside of the fridge. The wound in his chest began closing, healing rapidly.

Anyone inside the fridge would have been able to see Jak's fingernails slowly extending, turning into sharp black claws. They would also have seen his skin turning grey, his hair turning white and horns sprouting from his head. Dark Jak opened his pitch black eyes. Anyone else inside the fridge wouldn't have lived much longer, not that it matters because no one could have stopped the vampiric Dark Jak now.

Dark Jak opened a mouth full of sharp fangs and roared.

In the break room the coroners looked up, startled.

"What was that?" asked an assistant coroner.

"Metal heads, maybe? No one else but the dead here," replied his colleague.

The head coroner stood up. "Why would metal heads come here? They like live flesh, not dead. Let's go and investigate," he said.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" the assistant asked.

"No but we have to," the coroner replied honestly.

The assistant gave his boss a pained look. "Aw, dammit!" he muttered, standing to.

The third coroner stood and the three of them went to the body storage room.

When they entered the first thing they noticed was the open door on the storage unit.

"What the -? I know they were all closed when I left!" the coroner said shocked.

There was a snarl behind them.

Slowly all three turned to face a grinning Dark Jak, fangs longer and sharper than ever.

They didn't have time to scream before he was on them, claws and fangs ripping and tearing through flesh like wet tissue paper.

Ashelin looked over the reports handed to her by a Freedom League sergeant with dread.

"These are just the first victims. There are many more," the sergeant said.

"What did this?" Ashelin asked though she already had an idea.

"Well the damage seems similar to the kind Dark Jak would inflict…" the sergeant began.

"No. It's not similar. It's the same! The Dark Eco must have reanimated Jak's body and now it's killing everyone." Ashelin said, choked with emotions. Dread, grief and pain seemed to be trying to overwhelm her.

The sergeant hesitated to contradict her. "Actually Governess, there is one difference," he began. At a look from Ashelin he continued. "There's no blood."

"No… blood?"

"Not a drop. The bodies are pulled apart and then drained. There's no blood spatter around the bodies either so what ever it is that's doing this seems to be, well, drinking it." The sergeant informed her. "Thankfully it seemed to stop around dawn."

Ashelin was white with fear. Fighting to maintain composure, she asked, "When did it stop?"

"Around dawn," the sergeant replied.

"So we're safe as long as the sun is up?" she thought aloud. "Spread the message! Make sure the entire city knows. After dark everyone is to remain indoors no matter what until this thing is caught and killed."

"Yes ma'am!" the sergeant saluted and left.

When he was gone Ashelin picked up her communicator and called everyone together.

Within an hour everyone had gathered in the conference room.

Ashelin sat at the head of the table, gazing at her grieving friends. She wished she didn't have to tell them that the friend they were mourning over was now an undead, blood-drinking monster.

The redhead was especially worried about the effect this news would have on Torn. He was obviously taking Jak's death very hard though Ashelin could only guess why. The tattooed commander was sitting apart from everyone else with Lucia.

The redhead took a deep breath.

"Everyone, your attention please," she began.

Everyone except Torn and Lucia looked at her but she knew they were listening.

"Last night at the city morgue there was a group murder. The three coroners on nightshift were murdered. There was also a series of murders exactly the same." Ashelin paused while her friends absorbed the information.

"When the guards investigated the morgue there was a body missing. Jak's body."

"WHAT?" Daxter yelled. "As if it wasn't bad enough that he's dead, someone stole his body and murdered a bunch of people at the same time!"

"His body wasn't stolen Daxter!" Ashelin said loudly to be heard over the ranting ottsel.

Everyone except Torn looked at her in shock but his eyes were wide with shock.

"As I was saying," Ashelin continued. "The bodies of the victims all bore injuries the same as those Dark Jak inflicted but there's a difference now, he's drinking the blood."

Torn's gaze snapped to Ashelin. His face was white, making his tattoos stand out even more.

"Wh-what?" he stuttered.

"The Dark Eco reanimated Jak's body and now he's on a killing spree and drinking the blood of the victims," Ashelin said.

Everyone stared at each other in shock and horror. All of them were wondering how this was possible.

"The killing stopped around dawn so I'm assuming we're safe until dusk but we don't know how to stop him," Ashelin continued quietly.

She was interrupted as Torn stood and fled the room. Lucia looked over at everyone and then followed him quickly.

Ashelin sighed, wishing none of them had to go through this.

Lucia caught up with Torn easily. She let him keep running as long as he felt he needed to, knowing he wanted her there. If he didn't, she wouldn't have had much luck keeping up with him after the few seconds head start he'd had.

The tattooed vampire didn't stop running until he was standing in front of his old burned out house.

"It's only been a couple of weeks since I told him what I was," he murmured. "It seems like forever."

Lucia stayed silent and let her brother talk.

"He was…shocked. Didn't believe it until I showed him my fangs," Torn chuckled humourlessly. "After that everything just went t Hell. The one valuable lesson I learned was not to tell anyone.

"It's all my fault, you know, Jak killing himself, coming back and killing all those people. Their blood is on my hands. And nobody knows how to stop him. That's why I have to be the one to stop him, to kill him once and for all."

Lucia gasped. "But Torn-"

"No buts. I have to kill Jak and put an end to it all."

All Lucia could do was nod, understanding why Torn felt he had to do this. The she burst into tears again.

Torn spent the rest of the day preparing for his fight with Jak.

He cleaned his gun, making sure it worked. If he could wound Dark Jak from a distance before the fight really began it would be a good start. His curved dagger was sharpened for close contact fighting and he made wooden stakes to deal the finishing blow.

Lucia brought him a cup of blood towards mid afternoon, as Torn was too busy to hunt for himself. Besides, all the citizens and guards were on full alert. Going out to hunt could prove dangerous.

Dusk came too soon for Torn. All through his preparations he hadn't been able to stop thinking about how he was preparing to kill the one he loved.

"Um…good luck," Lucia said as her brother left. "I think…"

Torn stood in the darkening street, trying to sense where Dark Jak was. A Freedom League squad walked past on patrol and saluted but he barely noticed.

Someone screamed near the port and then a roar echoed through the streets.

Torn set off at a sprit towards the source of the noise.

Torn found Dark Jak standing over the body of a young woman as he drained the corpse dry. The tattooed vampire stood downwind of the Dark vampire, watching him start licking the blood from the ground.

'I'm so sorry you had to become like this,' Torn thought, raising his gun.

He aimed carefully. This shot could define whether he won or lost the battle that was sure to follow.

Torn fired.

The shot went straight through Dark Jak's head.

The Dark Eco-altered vampire screamed in pain. He turned to face Torn, snarling fiercely. He started running towards his sire and would-be slayer.

Torn could see the wound in Dark Jak's head closing and healing rapidly. He threw his gun away and reached for his dagger and a wooden stake.

Dark Jak lunged towards Torn, howling with rage. Torn ducked at the last minute and rolled to face where Dark Jak landed. The dark vampire sailed straight over his head, completely missing him.

In seconds Torn was on his feet, dagger raised to do some serious damage before Dark Jak could fully recover and attack him. But Dark Jak was faster than Torn. As the tattooed vampire brought the dagger down, Dark Jak turned and knocked Torn's arm aside. The dagger scraped down Dark Jak's arm harmlessly.

Dark Jak pushed Torn to the ground hard. The impact knocked the dagger out of Torn's hand but the vampire was still clutching a stake tightly in his other hand.

Before Torn could recover and get to his feet, Dark Jak was standing over him, a clawed hand raised. The lamia vampire could only watch helplessly as Dark Jak brought his hand down and sank five long, sharp claws into his stomach.

Torn screamed.

Freedom League guards were beginning to arrive on the scene, drawn by the sounds of fighting. They watched the fight, both a little scared and awed.

"The commander's not gonna survive this. Not without help!"

"Do you wanna help him?"

"Fuck off!"

"We should call Lady Ashelin…"

Torn struggled to his feet, trying to ignore the pain. Dark Jak had retreated, smirking and licking the blood from his claws.

Torn didn't understand it. Dark Jak had had the perfect opportunity to kill him and hadn't.

'He's playing with me,' Torn realised. 'He must hate me so much for what I did that he wants to make it slow and painful for me.'

Pain made Torn sink to his knees but he didn't know if it was pain from the wound or pain from the realisation that Jak hated him.

'Even if I'd made it on time to tell him how I felt it probably wouldn't have made a difference anyway.'

Dark Jak snarled, walking menacingly towards Torn.

'And now…I have to kill him…'

Torn stood up determinedly. He held his stake tightly in one hand. He knew he had to end this quickly, whether he died in the attempt or not.

Torn ran at Dark Jak, leaping on him. The two vampires rolled over and over on the ground, fighting for dominance.

Dark Jak snarled furiously, clawing and scratching at Torn in the attempt to make him release the stake. Torn held on to the sharp piece of wood as tightly as he could, waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it.

Dark Jak rolled on top of Torn, grinning maliciously. Torn managed to get his legs under the Dark Eco-altered vampire and kicked him off.

Dark Jak soared through the air and hit a wall with a thump. The vampire fell to the ground, winded but recovering quickly.

Torn was on his feet, ready with the stake as Dark Jak climbed to his feet. Before the Dark vampire even lifted his head to sneer angrily at Torn, the tattooed vampire threw the stake with perfect aim.

Dark Jak didn't even have time to block. The stake pierced his skin and his heart easily.

With one last defiant roar, he vanished, replaced by a battered, dying Jak.

As soon as Torn saw the transformation he was running to Jak's side. He caught his childe as he sank to the ground and cradled hi in his lap.

Jak looked at Torn, smiling softly. "Thankyou," he murmured.

"I-I'm so sorry, Jak…I love you," Torn whispered gently.

Jak only smiled at him as the light left his eyes and the last traces of life left his body.

Torn stared down at Jak, unwilling to believe he was dead.

"Jak…please don't leave me alone again…" he whispered.

But he knew it was no use. Jak was never coming back. Jak was dead and he'd died in his arms.

What was left of Torn's composure evaporated and he dissolved into tears.

High above fight, Lucia stood on a rooftop, tears rolling down her cheeks. She had watched the entire fight but hadn't interfered because of what Torn had said.

Silently she watched her heartbroken brother cry over Jak's body.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ashelin and the others arrive and stop at the sight of Torn crying.

Ashelin took in the scene in front of her. There was a dead body, one of Dark Jak's victims to one side. She sent a couple of Freedom League guards to retrieve the body and take it to the morgue.

Then she looked over at Torn. Was he really crying?

But Ashelin's eyes weren't deceiving her. Torn was sobbing quietly, not caring who was watching.

'Jak must have meant more to him than any of us realised…' Ashelin thought. A feeling of helplessness washed over her. She'd never seen Torn like this and she had no idea what she could possibly do to help him.

Behind her she heard sounds of crying. Keira and Tess, she assumed. She could feel Daxter trembling with grief next to her leg. Looking round at her other friends she saw even Sig was fighting not to cry.

Feeling completely miserable, the redhead sank to the ground and cried.

Story end

A/N: Yes…everyone's crying, or in Jak's case, dead as a doornail. That said…

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODDESS DON'T KILL ME! I TOLD YOU THERE WAS TWO ENDINGS SO KEEP ON READING FOR THE ALTERNATE HAPPY END!

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