So I think my last update was on the first, and its now the sixth, which is only five days apart! YAY! Not exactly Speedy Gonzalez, but its not Eyore (sp?) either. Well, please review, and thanks to everyone who ever did.

Brooke's P.O.V.

Brooke staggered through the dimly lit halls of Chase's lair and towards the source of the noise. Each step she took towards the citadel felt like she was walking barefoot across a sea of needles.

She called upon the bricks of the hallways for support, and the cold-temperatured contrast against her skin was soothing compared to the hot, prickly pain running throughout her body.

She barely registered the sensations, however, as her number one priority was getting to Chase.

She didn't know exactly what she was worried about though. She knew full well that Chase could hold his own…hell he could hold everybody's and still have room for more. But she couldn't bring herself to just lay still in the bed, she had to get to him, just to make sure that he was alright.

Chase's P.O.V.

Chase looked down at the unconscious bodies sprawled in front of him and he crossed his arms in both satisfaction, as well as slight disappointment. He'd expected at least to have a little fun, but the battle was far too short to leave room for any of that.

Suddenly, from behind him, Chase heard the sound of irregularly paced foot steps coming from the top of the stair case.

Chase heaved an exasperated sigh as, who he assumed to be Wuya, began down the steps.

He didn't bother to turn around. He didn't feel like being bothered with her. His usual plan of ignoring her never seemed to work, but he always tried anyway. In the meantime, he decided to thrust himself into his thoughts.

He'd decided he was going to lock the young monks up with their fellow dragon and as soon as Brooke awakened, take the final step in his oh so flawless plan. Chase found himself smirking before he suddenly felt a hand place itself on his shoulder.

Snapping back into awareness, he immediately grabbed the hand angrily, and whipped around so that he was face to face, and only inches apart, from Brooke, who wore a pained expression on her face.

His eyes immediately went wide as he released his hand and took a step back. With that sudden motion, Brooke looked like she was about to fall over, but she caught herself and "stood" back up. It was more like barely holding herself up.

She took in her hand that wrist that Chase had just released and was rubbing it gently.

Ok…not Wuya. I thought she was still asleep.

Then a horrific thought struck him.

Was she awake when…

Chase wondered in shocked silence which was only broken when Brooke began to speak.

"Chase," she whispered weakly, staring over his shoulders and at the scene behind him, "What happened?"

Chase barely had time to think. What should he tell her? Did he have to tell her anything?

Chase stood back up straight and placed his hands behind his back, gathering up all of his usual demeanor.

"Brooke," he said looking down at her, "the time has come for you to finally fulfill that favor you owe."

Brooke's P.O.V.

It had taken a world of strength she didn't even know she had to make it down those stairs, and now he was man handling her. That hurt.

Brooke was suddenly aware of the current scenery.

Children, the same ones from the desert, passed out behind him. She asked about what happened but he responded with some random response.

Brooke was slightly confused by what he meant before she remembered her very first meeting with Chase.

"Please," she began, "let me stay if just a night or two. I will give you anything you want for your hospitality."

"What I want," he said "is for you to be gone."

"Please!" she urged through gritted teeth.

The man was silent for a second.

"You couldn't possibly give me what I want," he said idly.

"Dont be so sure."

The man continued to stare down at her from his staircase and Brooke could tell he was thinking about it.

"You can stay," he said, "but later I will ask some thing of you, and you must give your word to me now, to do whatever it is, no matter what."

Brooke wasn't sure about this, but she had little options.

"I give my word." she finally consented.

She did give her word. But what could he possibly want from her now? What could she seven do for him in her condition.

"Right," she said, bringing her gaze back to the him from the young children's bodies, "uh, what is it?"

Chase, for just a split second, seemed almost hesitant. That was strange because Chase, the whole time Brooke had known him, never showed any doubt in any situation.

He suddenly turned an pointed to the boy she had once heard him call Omi.

"Use your magic and give me this boy's light."

Brooke heard the words, but it took a few seconds for her to properly register their meanings.

Take…Omi's…light…hmm…

Her eyes suddenly flashed with unmitigated disgust and fury and she suddenly (and painfully) stood up straight.

"WHAT!" she exclaimed at the top of her lungs. "NO! You've just witnessed first hand what could happen if I do that. This boy will be completely ev-"

Brooke suddenly stopped as a forgotten memory dawned upon her. Chase…was evil. How could she have forgotten that. How could she come to have feelings for evil?

A new horror sent shockwaves through her aching body.

It was probably his intention all along. He never cared about her, he just wanted her magic, for this one moment. How could she have been so naïve as to think that he could actually return her feelings.

Feeling like an embarrassed fool, she could no longer keep the lid on her emotions.

"I see now." She began on a surprisingly steady voice, "this is what you really wanted. Ever since you found out my abilities, you've been planning this, haven't you? I feel like such an idiot! That kiss when I was about to leave was just a distraction, or , or some sort of attempt to keep me here until HE arrived" she said pointing to Omi. She then had to pause to steady herself. "but the second one," she whispered almost inaudibly.

Chase remained there, outwardly unaffected by her words and towering over her in an intimidating manner. Him being so close both disgusted her and sent shivers of desire down her spine.

With a final "NO!" she painfully stormed off to the side into a region of Chase's palace she had never been before.

Chase's P.O.V.

1500 years of unwavering confidence and evil, all shattered by this one girl in less than a minute.

Though on the outside, it would appear as though he was unscathed by her words, but he was far from it.

He realized what he had just asked of her could possibly kill her, but that didn't stop him from asking. Despite his feelings for this girl, he had to go through with his plans. She would eventually die one day anyway. An immortal like Chase should never have even allowed emotions to get in the way.

He considered following her and forcing her to carry out the requested task, but those damn feelings were interfering again and instead, he did as he'd planned and shoved the monks in separated dungeon cells. He trapped the dragon in his cage and would save him later for his Lao Meng Lone soup.

Brooke's P.O.V.

It had been nearly three hours since her spaz with Chase and Brooke was currently slumped at the bottom of a wall. A brick, stone, and cold wall in a bleak and lightless hallway. If she ha been anyone other than Brooke, the hall would have been pitch black.

She had been thinking…a lot. Chase had just basically asked her to die for his cause.

Bit she had promised. She couldn't back out.

She let a moan escape her lips as a pulse of pain radiated through her body.

Why would he as that of her. She hadn't done him any ill.

He's a cold, cruel, uncaring and manipulative evil bastard. That's why.

Brooke groaned and again and leaned her head back, instantly regretting it as her head clashed directly against the stone surface and a strong pang of sharp pain rippled through her head.

"ow!" she exclaimed, bringing her hand up to her head. "I cant do it, Ive got someone to live for." She muttered to herself, then suddenly saw a tiny green light coming her way. She tried t stand up, but failed miserably.

Giving up and watching the light closely, she soon realized that it was Wuya's hand. The light wasn't particularly bright, but it illuminated her shoulders on up, and perched atop her right shoulder, was…was…a bean?

Easing up no less, Brooke sat there on end. Wuya suddenly stopped right in front of her, glaring down from above with an evil look on her face.

Oh shit!

Chase's P.O.V.

It had been almost four hours since Chase had last seen Brooke, but he knew she was still in the vicinity. He was sitting in his throne room and hadn't even bothered looking for her. Even if he'd found her, what would he do next? Whatever happened, he had to get through with his plan, and soon.

Chase sighed and stood about, about to begin his search, when suddenly a huge bang sent his throne room's huge door flying open.

In came Wuya, dragging a yelling and staggering Brooke by her hair.

An unfamiliar brand of rage surged through him as he was prepared to lash out.

"WUYA! What is the meaning of this?" chase yelled, unable to control his anger.

"Calm down now Mr. Young," came an unpleasantly familiar southern drawl, and through the door stepped a mobey morphered Hannibal Roy Bean.

"BEAN!" chase hissed, "explain yourselves!"

"Well you see, Wuya seemed to have noticed somethin' interestin' concernin' you and this girl," the giant bean said, jerking his head towards Brooke. "You seem to have a weakspot for her."

"HA!" Brook said bitterly, "Like hell he does."

Wuya suddenly jammed her knee into Brooke's back. Letting out a pain filled cry, Brooke quickly silenced herself.

"We didn't ask for you opinion." Wuya spat at her.

Chase was more than prepared to slaughter the both of them, but as he took one step forward, Wuya brought one of her nails/talons to Brooke's neck and Chase froze.

"One more step and your gal is done for." Hannibal said, satisfied malice lingering in his voice.

Chase was stuck. Never in his entire life had he felt so powerless and weak. If he made any kind of attempt to move, Brooke would be killed, but if he stayed still, it got him nowhere.

They wanted something, and the last thing Chase wanted to do was negotiate with a traitor and a hick of a Bean, but as it was, he had not choice.

"State your purpose here!"

WOO. I had fun riting this ch, and I was actually inspired to do it. YAY! Now, I wan a review for every HIT that I get, or else I wont update! JOKING JOKING, I wont blackmail u for updates. The story will come reviews or not. THAT DOESN'T MEAN STOP REVIEWING O.O Please review!