Something happened with this chapter. I had a plan, and somehow it went a totally diffrent way. Good thing or not I'll let you decided. Thank you to my reviewers Believer29, Ron's Sexy Girly 750, and Lady Wednesday. Enjoy!

"Atrum," Zytka sighed. She had been outside Atrum's door for a few hours, ever since Atrum had Apperated into her home. Knowing exactly what had transpired between Atrum and Helsing, her heart went to the girl locked in her room. Broken, just like the first time, Zytka had been there to witness it all. Knowing the pain she went through the first time, she wanted to comfort Atrum. Atrum refused to let anyone in since the start of her punishment.

"What do they want from me," Atrum whispered.

"They wanted their dues," Zytka replied. "They are gods and goddesses, they can do as they please. We are powerless to stop them."

"I can't go back," Atrum sighed as she leaned against the closed oak door. "Just pretend it was like the old days. He betrayed me, and I betrayed myself and my unborn child."

"You let the guilt rule your life," Zytka told her, as she opened the door. "Child let the light you have been given lead you to the right path."

"I have to send Dracula back," Atrum muttered as she went and sat on her bed.

"Leave this job to Van Helsing," Zytka replied. "Hecate will given him the Wolfsbane, and he will be on his way to destroy him. You are free from your service."

"Free?" Atrum said, as if the word was alien to her. Standing up she looked at Zytka and gave her a small smile. "You are like a second mother to me, and I shall never forget about you."

"Nothing I say can sway you from this path?" Zytka asked as she watched Atrum start to leave the room.

"No," Atrum breathed, then she disappeared down the hallway. Debating whether or not to stop her, Zytka was blocked by Hecate.

"Let the child go," Hecate ordered. "It is her decision."

"What if she makes the wrong one," Zytka cried. "I want her to live! She deserves that life which was stolen from her."

"She has decided her fate," Hecate replied. "You will do well not to interfere."

"Are we done here?" Zytka asked, annoyed she would not know what would happen to Atrum, until it was done.

"Yes," Hecate said as the house disappeared. "You will go to the Black Forest. There is a small covenant of former loyals whom have gone rouge. You know what to do."

"Yes mistress," Zytka replied, giving Hecate a small bow. A broom was at her side, but before she took off, she had to ask. "You will tell me once it is done?"

"Yes."

"We need to take care of Dracula," Van Helsing sighed from his spot on the ground. After Atrum fled, Carl and him had just sat their in silence. It was noon and Van Helsing finally spoke. "Then we will find Atrum."

"Do we know how to stop Dracula?" Carl asked, as he drew in the snow with a stick. "Last time we figured out how to kill him a few minuets before it was too late. Can we pull it off this time?"

"Of course you can," Zytka told them, as she landed on her broom before them. Digging through her dark gray robes, and produced a dried branch of Wolfsbane. "This will help you."

"We are suppose to defeat him with a dried herb?" Carl laughed, as he watched Van Helsing stand and take the Wolfsbane.

"It is lethal to the Werewolf curse running through his veins," Zytka informed him. "Take care Gabriel Van Helsing. I doubt our paths will ever cross again."

"Where is she?" Van Helsing asked as Zytka mounted her broom.

"I do not know," Zytka murmured as she kicked off and hovered a few feet from the ground. "Her heart and soul have been tormented for so long, I do not think anything will make her long for this world."

"I still love her," Van Helsing blurted out. "It isn't fair."

"Alexandros, you above all should know things in life are not fair," Zytka said with furiousness. "You found love in Anna, even she saw that and is not blind. Breaking her heart severed her connection to this world. Good bye."

"What is she talking about?" Carl gaped. Van Helsing had not informed him that he had gotten his memories back, and Carl was in the dark still where is came to Atrum. The words had cut him, like Zytka intended them too. Watching as she flew off into the sky he knew he would most likely never see Atrum again.

"To Dracula's," Van Helsing told Carl, ignoring the confused stares from Carl. "Carl, once this is over I will explain all."

"You better."

The snow swirled around her as she entered the clearing. The trees made a perfect circle around the clearing, and she knew this was the village's ceremony circle. This was where all powerful Magick and rituals happened, far enough not to effect the town, but close enough you could walk their quickly. Sacred space, where no blood was to be shed. A rule she had broken once before, she had shed a great deal of blood in the sacred space that was Hecate's temple. Spite and anger had taken over her in that temple, and her and now she was peaceful, all the anger and spite was gone from her spirit.

"What are you doing here?" Stefan asked from the edge of he tree circle. He could not enter the circle without being purified. The Magick surrounding the sacred circle was powerful and ancient. Not even the Devil's power could protect him, in fact the Devil's hold over him would be broken and severed forever.

"Clearing my head," Atrum told him as she shed her black lace gloves. "Too much has passed, and my head is confused."

"Searching for the meaning in all the chaos that is life," he replied. Turning to face him, Atrum threw her cloak to the ground.

"The meaning I though was lost had been there all along," she told him. Her hunter green corset gleamed in the sunlight.

"You look like Artemis," he breathed.

"I am no goddess," she said as she looked up at the sun slowly climbing to it's noon peak. "I am free."

"Flying with the birds," Stefan breathed. "Do you intend to see to Dracula's death?"

"No," Atrum said as she lifted her arms, bathing in the sun like she did a century or so ago. The sun didn't hurt her anymore. "It cause no more pain, how long has it been."

"Too long," Stefan muttered, he stepped into the circle. "Forgive me?"

"For?" she turned to face him, as the Devil's hold broke on him.

"I should have never betrayed you," Stefan said as he slowly began to age. "The Devil had me long before you met me. I approached you long ago in London fully aware of who you were. You where to be sacrifice to him, I could not do it. Knowing you, loving you, it made me question why I was working for the Devil."

"What is happing," Atrum gasped, as Stefan's hair and eyes started to go gray.

"He saved me from death and promised me youth forever. Stealing my soul at it's weakest moment. I feared death back the because I did not know what was on the other side. I fear death now, because I would just return to him in the after life. Unless my soul could be purified," Stefan said as a slow smile crept to his lips. "The sacred circle has purified my soul and broken his hold on me. Please, before I die tell me you will forgive my betrayal."

"Of course," Atrum replied, as Stefan closed his eyes and collapsed on the ground. His body went still, but continued to aged and rot until he was dust. The dust swirled, and headed towards the sky, he was finally free. "You weren't evil Stefan, just misguided."

Um wow, I don't know where that all came from. Stefan's death sort of flowed from my hands as I was writing. See what happens when you let a story take over itself. Reviews? pls! Till next time, I'll be in the confused corner.