A/N:

And so here it is. The last chapter of Behind Closed Doors 2. And my god have I loved every single minute of writing this. The ups the downs and all of it in between. It feels sad to be finishing this. But all things must come to an end, good or bad but I'll let you guys choose which category this falls under. XD

I just want to say, thank you all so much for the support and help you've given me while writing this. I've loved reading your comments and reviews and I can't wait to hear what you think at the end of this story. I couldn't have done it without you guys. You've been my inspiration and my motivation. Thank you.

And a special thank you to 'Kisa Sohma Cookie' who has practically been my co-writer for most of this story. You're a great friend and an amazing writer, without you Kate would not be the awesome character that she is. Thank you.

Okay, no more delaying. Get going and read on wonderful people! XD

It had taken a long time to recover after Jane's actions. And for good reason. Of all the brutality they had witnessed and even caused over the years, they had never seen someone take their own life. Especially in such a dark and violent way, coated in such malice. Everyone was pretty shaken up, and had chosen to try and get some well deserved rest for the night. Most retiring to their bedrooms, others returning to rooms that had until then been abandoned. And Jeff finding himself too damn riled up to actually move anywhere.

Slender had removed Jane's corpse with the greatest of care, leaving to venture into the woodland surrounding the warehouse to do as he promised. To find a place to bury her respectfully as the young woman she should and could have been if Zalgo had not poisoned her mind first. So now the common room was filled with an empty chill and the harsh reminder that this was where it had happened. And Jeff sat in the middle of the sofa, elbows on his lap as he stared at that part of the floor, seething and brooding in anger.

How dare she do that? How dare she just end her life like that? It was supposed to be him that killed her. Deep down he knew that he was being petty and not focussing on the right thing. Somewhere he knew that he should be more interested in the fact that Jane was dead and this shit was over with. But all he could think about how much he had wanted to kill her. One second, Jane had just been a story, a fangirl creation that people liked to laugh at. Then all of a sudden, there she was. Now she wasn't. It angered him. He should have at least had the chance to kill her and make the stories have a real ending.

"You're not still sulking about Jane are you?"

He didn't turn around, he simply replied sternly, "Go away, Alice."

Alice however, didn't. Instead she walked around to face him, taking a seat on the smaller chair by the coffee, table, taking a long sip of her tea before holding out the cup towards him, "Here."

"Don't want it."

"It's got whisky in it."

"Hand it over," He grumbled, accepting the offer and half finishing it before handing it back to her, "What's keeping you up?"

"I can hear your teeth grinding together from the kitchen. So answer the question, you're pissed because she beat you to the punch."

"Fuck off, alright. We kill each other in every single damn story people make up online, sue me for wanting to know what it felt like for real after what she did to all of us."

"I'm not going to argue with that one. She deserved punishment but... suicide? Cowards way out... No sense getting pissy about though. It's over."

"Yeah whatever."

"No need to snap at me."

"Why not?"

"Just don't."

"Stop me."

"Why didn't you just let her kill me?"

"Wait, what?" He narrowed his eyes and stared at her at the sudden question. It took him a moment to figure out just what the hell she meant. But then he remembered in the heat of the fight, when Jane was about to jam that shard of mirror into Alice's throat, and he had just grabbed her out of the way. Did she really want to talk about that now? "I just didn't alright?"

"Let me guess, if anyone's going to kill me it's you?" She smirked, taking a sip of her whisky-tea.

"Fuck off."

"You're not denying it."

"Because you're talking crap!"

"Just answer the question. Why didn't you let her kill me?"

"Because who the fuck else is going to piss me off and get me in the mood to do my job, huh?" He yelled suddenly, "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

She stared at him, "You didn't let her kill me because I get you angry? Seriously?"

"No! Don't be stupid..."

"Then by all means enlighten me."

"It's- Fuck's sake just forget it..."

She narrowed her eyes, curious and a little annoyed at his rash tone. Not that she wasn't used to it, but she didn't feel it was necessary right now. It didn't make sense for her to call him out on it. After all he was already started to get to his feet to storm off. Times like this it just made sense for her to turn around and carry on with her night. But, this was different. For one, she hadn't done anything to annoy him this time so she felt a little lost. And another, something like this had never really happened before. Sure they'd had each others backs in the past but there was a big difference between fighting the same battle and going out of their way to take the other out of danger. It didn't sit right with her. And as for him, well he just wanted to get out of there before his mouth got him into any more trouble.

Alice rolled her eyes and called out to him, already regretting her decision, "Hey, Jeff,"

"What?" He growled, stopping but not turning to face her.

Part of her wanted to throw up, another wanted to just walk away, but she did neither. After all she took pride in standing her ground in tough situations, "Since we're both alive for now, I'm singing in that club again next week. There'll be a free pass in for you."

Now he turned around to give her a look, calculating to try and look for a trap of some sort. But he couldn't find one. Then again she had a great poker face so it was hard to tell just what kind of trap she would have set for him. After a moment of silence, he cocked an eyebrow, "Does the pass include a free drink?"

"Oh please, you can handle your drink about as well as Toby handles a crossword puzzle..."

"I can handle my drink like any other guy!"

"Yeah, I'm sure. The offers open, take it or leave it."

Jeff hesitated, weighing up the options and checking again to see if it was a trap. But... Oh what the hell, after all this shit what did he have to lose? "Yeah alright, I'll take it."

There was a moments hesitation where the two of them eyed each other. Both looking for a trap, and also a way to continue the conversation. But neither found either. Instead, Jeff gave a nod of acknowledgment before taking a step to walk away again. But Alice interrupted the action again, "Hey, asshole."

He huffed, "What is it now, bitch?"

"...About earlier, thanks."

It may have hurt her pride a little, but she didn't care too much. And it hurt his pride a little to reply, but at that was a small price to pay to avoid all this supposed sentimental crap that looked like was going to rear its ugly head, "Don't mention it."

"I won't."

"Good." She raised her cup, and smiled crookedly "Another drink?"

For a moment he thought that he would accept, but then he caught the glint in her eye. And he found himself half smirking back at her. Shaking his head as he turned away towards his room, "Don't push your luck, bitch."

She laughed, turning her back on him and heading down the other side corridor away from him, "Wouldn't dream of it, asshole..."

Trixie barely slept that night. And by morning, she wondered if she had slept at all. She must have at some point, because at first she had completely forgotten the events of the night before. But then it all started to come back to her moment by moment until she found herself trembling under her sheets as the full scene played over and over again in her head. Jane had really killed herself. Slender had buried her. They were all home safe. It all really happened but it was really over now. There was no Jane and no Zalgo.

That's what she kept telling herself as she dragged herself into the shower and into a new change of clothes. And after a while, she wondered if she was starting to believe it. At first she was willing to. But then in a place like this where the dead and killers walked the halls, she couldn't. Even if she really wanted to. She looked at herself in the mirror, and was both relieved and disappointed to see that she hadn't changed much since she first arrived here. Still human, but still surviving. Isn't that what mattered? Survival?

Now to venture out and join the other survivors. Trixie pushed open her bedroom door and continued down the hall, stopping in the kitchen to attempt food, and failing. Her next stop was the common room. She really didn't want to go back there, but she could hear voices. And company, no matter how tense, was needed. She was about to walk right in, but a voice stopped her. Scaring her half to death. Ironic considering who she was talking to.

"Morning."

"Jesus, Ben!" Her span around, hand on her heart, "Not today. Please."

"Why not?" The spectre asked with a cocky grin, "Today's a cause for celebration."

"I don't feel much like celebrating."

"Miss the drama already?"

"Drama isn't what I'd call it."

He eyed her, tilting his head a little as if studying her, before rolling his eyes, "Still shaky on the whole death thing, right?"

"Mostly when it happens in front of me. And... like that. Suicide is, well it's not right. No matter the person."

"She's not our problem anymore."

"You said that about Jack once," She shot back.

"There's a bit of a difference."

"I know that." She muttered, and stayed quiet for a moment before letting out a deep sigh, "It's early. I don't want to argue."

"I'm not planning on it either." He shrugged, "New start?"

"Sure..." She nodded slowly, waiting to see what he meant by a version of a new start.

"So now the madness has settled down again, what am I supposed to do for entertainment around here?" He asked, eyebrow arching as he stepped closer to her.

She swallowed dryly and ducked under his arm to avoid him, starting to walk away. This wasn't the new start she had in mind, to be taunted, "I'm sure you'll think of something."

He took to the air and hovered upside down in front of her so their eyes were level, his hair and hat hanging down by her chin, "I might need some help with that."

"All of a sudden you don't have an imagination?"

"Ah yes, the ghost in a Link cosplay who recreates videogames using demon energy and is currently hovering upside down in front of you has no imagination." He rolled his eyes, flipping backwards to land right side up in front of her to block her path, "That makes sense."

"Just because you have an impossible situation doesn't mean you have a good imagination. You're just impossible. In every sense of the word. Like, for example, how you can just be so... cheerful all of a sudden after yesterday." She snapped suddenly. She didn't mean to, but she was still on edge.

"Hey," He grabbed her wrist lightly, just enough to stop her walking away again, but didn't want to trap her, "You wanted a new start. I'm just trying to fit the bill."

"I know... I-I'm sorry I'm just-"

"I know, don't worry so much." He gave her wrist a soft squeeze before letting go, "So what's your plan? Now things are starting to calm down?"

"Honestly, I don't know. Back to normal I guess. Maybe learn some sign language so I don't feel like I'm ignoring Hoody half the time. See if Slender's okay. I have options... Limited ones but still options. You?"

"Back to normal," He nodded in agreement, taking a little step closer to flick some dust from her jacket, "And if you're looking for a sign language tutor, I'm good with my hands..."

"No thank you."

He snickered at her speed in answering, voice as sly as ever, "What? I'm just thinking of poor Hoody..."

"Sure you are."

"Come on, you trust me right?" He purred, closing in a little.

"I... think so." He muttered, attempting to stand her ground but ending up leaning backwards away from him.

"Then there's no objection?"

"When you say it like that, I think there is."

"Oh really?"

Her back was against the wall again, "W-Well I-"

There was a sound of someone knocking sharply on the wall, making them both snap their attention away from each other and look towards it. And they found a very quizzical looking pair of red, stitch-like eyes watching them. Hoody had tapped the wall to get their attention, and now he had it, was standing with his arms crossed in a way that said 'well what have we here?'. Trixie felt her face enflame, while Ben just nodded in greeting as if this was a perfectly normal thing to be stumbled upon.

"Ah Hoody, just thinking of offering Trix some language lessons on your behalf. What do you think?"

For a moment, Hoody just gave him a quizzical look, not making a comment. He knew what Ben was like, and he did not fail to notice how Ben had his hand placed on the small of Trixie's back either. After a minute of studying, he rolled his eyes and patted Trixie on the shoulder as if wishing her luck before moving his hands rapidly to sign something in Ben's direction. Once that was done, he promptly turned on his heel and walked right back in the direction he had come from and into the common room.

Ben snickered, "Well how about that..."

"What?" Trixie asked, looking between him and where Hoody had walked off, "What did he say?"

"Oh. Nothing."

"Oh don't start ganging up on me with more people," She groaned half heartedly, "Isn't Jeff and Alice enough?"

"Never." He grinned.

She rolled her eyes, "Like I said, you're impossib-MM!"

She was cut off sharply. Making her flinch and squeak in panic. Ben didn't wait for her to finish before he pressed his hand to the small of her back, pushing her closer to him and leaning in himself, pressing his lips against hers. He kept his eyes open, lips slightly curved into his signature smirk as he looked in her eyes. Which were wide in alarm and she became frozen. Her nerves were still on edge, so at first the sudden movement alerted her of an attack, making her flinch, but after a moment, she just couldn't move. She wasn't necessarily complaining but, what the hell was he doing? It... wasn't bad. But unprofessional and not justified and, yet she leaned into it a fraction, like she was testing an unstable experiment. She was even starting to relax, just a fraction. Unfortunately, it was over almost a moment after it began, and he released her, licking his bottom lip and winking at her.

"You bet I am. Tutoring starts tomorrow."

And just like that, he slipped inside the common room door, following after Hoody and leaving her alone in the hallway with a red face and a dumbstruck expression. He had kissed her. Without permission and where anyone could have seen! She wasn't angry. Or happy. She was just... confused. And flustered as all hell. It hadn't been bad but- her mind was all over the place. And now she couldn't even talk to him about it without alerting everyone else. He was just toying with her, as always, it had to be that! What else could it be? She stayed outside a while, trying to get her head together before rejoining the others. An unstable experiment, she thought, Does that mean there was another test soon? For the love of god...

Slender was someone who valued keeping his promises. That is why he had kept contact with Zalgo for so long, making deals and trying to keep peace. And now in some dark twist of fate, there would be nothing but peace. It was cruel and horrifically necessarily. Unlike the poor girl. The poor girl who hadn't chosen this life and was in no right mind when she took herself out of it. The guilt was continuing to eat at him, even as he had marked her grave. It caused him enough guilt when a Proxy agreed to this way of life, he couldn't imagine what it must be like for someone who had no choice. That is why he treated her death with such respect. Because he had not been able to save her mind from Sickness and he felt he owed her some reassurance. The same as he had promised all of his Proxies. And he always kept his promises.

And he was near-terrified as he ventured into the burned ruins of the hotel that in basic human theory should have been knocked down long ago for being a safety hazard. But it was as if no one had seemed to even notice it. As he planned. He had wanted to protect it, to protect who was inside. But that didn't mean he had done the right thing. He had known that from the moment he had first left it. But had been too ashamed to return. Yet here he was the for second time in a week. As promised. His energy was still low, but he had enough to complete the task he needed to do. His chest felt tight as he climbed the stairs and made his way down the corridor. It had been a long and trying few days, and this was not helping. But in a way it also was helping. He would finally get to see her. And he reminded that as he knocked the door softly.

Rochelle...?

There was a silence. Followed by a shuffling noise as someone inside edged closer to the door. For a moment, he didn't think she was going to reply. And then her soft, French-accented voice reached him, "Slender? Oh merci... What happened?"

He sighed, both tiredly and in relief that she answered him, So much... I don't even know where to start...

Rochelle rested her head against the door. She wanted to tell him that she was happy he returned, and how for a while she thought he wouldn't. But she couldn't bring herself to do so. He still sounded weak. And she was concerned about him. So she kept quiet about that, "Please, tell me what happened after you left here. What happened to the others? Zalgo?"

Slender braced himself, I have to ask you to sit down, my dear, it's a long story...

"I have waited this long, Slender." She said, not maliciously, but hesitantly, "Please, continue."

And so he did. It was exhausting to be reminded of all those details and horrible imageries. But she deserved to know. And frankly he felt as if he needed to tell it himself just so he could get his head around some of the events that had happened. He told her about leaving in time to find the group and Jane taking him to Zalgo's plane of existence. How he had tried to make another deal with Zalgo, but was instead beaten by his own Proxies under Zalgo's control and was then informed that his other Proxies had been kidnapped too. His description of the final fight between he and Zalgo was hard and brief, and he was ashamed to admit that he had destroyed Zalgo. But it was nothing compared to the shame he felt when he informed her about Jane. The end of his story was not a happy one. Despite his Proxies all being home safe, he still felt he had failed.

I could not save her... Her mind was too lost in Sickness and Zalgo had done too much damage... I... I just couldn't save her...

Rochelle had stayed quiet during the story. Listening and shaking her head at the discomfort in his tone. She felt so sorry for him. She remembered how he felt about avoiding the killing of anyone if it could be avoided. Which is why he only sent his Proxies out to collect the souls of the unsavable. She knew this must be hurting him, "You can't blame yourself for what some vile creature did to that poor girl. She's at peace now. You must remember that."

I know that deep down... And I know that Zalgo needed to be stopped...

"You had no choice if you wanted to save yourself and the others, mon cher. It was the right thing to do."

Then... why do I feel like I could have taken a more peaceful route...?

"Because... That is who you are. You feel guilt when you have to do the most basic of tasks, which is feeding. It is not your way to kill unless you have to. So when you all of a sudden really have to, you don't feel it's right. But it was... I'm so sorry to hear about that poor girl, mon cher. But there was nothing you could have done. Like you said, she was unsavable. You did what you could, Slender, but now you need to move on. For the sake of yourself and the others."

But... There was something he said that I still don't understand... He said that he had modelled Jane after my Proxies... What do you think he meant...?

"I don't know, mon cher. It could mean anything with Zalgo involved. But it's over now... You're safe. You're all safe."

He knew she was right. Dwelling on the past would not help anyone. Easier said than done to just move on, they both knew that, but he had to try. He was silent a while, before he cleared his throat and thought that the best way to move on from the past, was to start sooner than later. He sighed, laying his hand against the door, Rochelle, I believe I made you a promise... That when all of this was over and I regained some of my energy... I would come back for you...

Rochelle startled, red eyes widening as she stared at the door in direction at his voice. Was he serious? What this... "Please, Slender, don't trick me..."

This is not a trick, my dear... He swallowed hard, reaching out his hand and grasping the door handle and feeling the rush of energy flow through his fingers and into the woodwork. There was a click, and a creak, and he pulled the door open, Not anymore...

She jumped back in alarm, staring at... at him. It was really him. She found she wasn't breathing. It had been so long, she had wondered if the image she had in her head of him was real or if it was some alteration of her imagination. But no, it was him. So tall, and pale, smooth featureless face and hands that could be so threatening to the unknowing but also so gentle to the familiar. At first she felt nothing. And then she was hit by a cascade of emotions she thought she'd never feel again.

Likewise, as the door fully opened and he stepped past the doorway and into the hotel room, only to be stopped in his tracks by the sight of her. She hadn't changed at all since the last time he saw her. A petite woman in a simple cream 1800 style dress with pale white skin and flowing white hair that fell past her elbows. Her red eyes were shaking as she looked up at him. He wanted to say something, to go to her, but he had idea where to begin. She was just... she was so beautiful.

Rochelle I-

She slapped him hard across the face, making him step back in alarm. But he didn't react more than that, accepting it and understanding that he deserved so much more for keeping her here. After a moment of silence, he looked back down at her pale, tear stained face. She was shaking, fists clenched like she was ready to strike again. Her lips shaking in a thin line where she wanted to swear and curse and yell but... She couldn't. Instead, her voice came out in a small whisper laced with emotion she couldn't process. And she stepped forward to wrap her arms around him tight. Wanting to hurt and to comfort all at once but she just could not help herself.

"You bastard... You bastard, I missed you..."

He reacted on instinct, moving his long arms around her and holding her close to him. She barely reached his shoulders in height but neither cared. He held her to him like he had longed to all these years, stroking her white hair softly and muttering in her ear, I'm so sorry, my dear... I'm so sorry...

She held onto him like she would fall right off the Earth if she dared let go, voice raising through her sobs, "I hate what you did to me. I hate that you locked me in here. I hate it!"

I hate myself... I hate myself for my own foolishness and I am so sorry, my dear... You have every right to hate me and-

"That's the thing... After all the hate I feel for being locked in here I..." She swallowed hard, shaking her head a moment before looking up at him, an unsteady hand reaching up to touch his face, "I could never bring myself to hate you, mon cher."

His hand lifted to cover hers softly, near-cradling her protectively, I can never expect you to forgive me... But if there's anything I can do for you, please tell me...

A small smile started to show through her tears, "Take me away from here. Take me home... And please, never leave me like this again."

My dear... He cupped her cheek, sounding happy for the first time in he couldn't remember when, I promise...

"Take me away from here. I want to go home."

Then that's where we'll go, together...

She nodded, smiling in relief as she took his hand and allowed him to lead her through the door. Out into the open, and taking her first breath of fresh air in decades, "Together..."

It had taken a hell of a long time for Trixie to work up the courage to go into the common room after what happened between her and Ben. Her mouth still felt a little numb where the static current in his skin had given her a mild electric shock. But she couldn't exactly complain about it. Even if she didn't understand it. She was so sure that the moment she stepped into that room, it would be full of sniggers and crude jokes. However, when she walked in, she found that everyone was in a mix of their own activities and occasionally contributing to the same conversation.

Jeff was throwing his knife at a target on the wall. Alice was attempting to play a game of Solitaire but had Toby leaning over her shoulder suggesting moves. Jack was sitting on the floor with Smile's head rested on his lap, Kate sitting on the sofa near them polishing off her gun. Masky and Hoody were comparing camera's, an apparent old hobby of theirs between jobs, trying to get back into a routine. And Shad, who had been informed of events past, was looking a little on the cheerier side for some reason, but of course still serious as always. And unfortunately, there was Ben, smirking at her over his laptop.

"Nice of you to join us, Trix."

She ignored him, trying to catch up on the conversation that was passing between the large group. From what she could tell, they were talking about Slender, "Where is he anyway?"

"Out." Kate answered simply, "Said he had a promise to keep."

Trixie recalled him saying something like that before. But she had a feeling it would be a while before that little riddle would get answered. She leant against the wall since there was no place else to sit. Furrowing her brow as she saw Ben wink at her. What game was he playing? It didn't make sense to her. And it was enough of a distraction to make her trail off in thought and miss part of the conversation. It was a name that snapped her out of it.

"So do you think Zalgo's really dead?" Toby asked, "I mean, kinda hard to picture when you think about it."

"I do agree, however it is possible," Shad nodded, "And Jane, well..."

"Jane is in the ground," Alice said simply like she was bored of the conversation, "Unless she comes crawling back out of it, I don't want to hear about her again."

"How I feel about you sometimes," Jeff muttered, "Nice to see you both have something in common..."

There were one or two sniggers, Ben included, "Well you both play dirty. That's another thing"

"Hey. I'm not denying it's true, but you don't get to say that," She scowled, "Besides, if we ever had anything in common, it was that she was a good fighter."

No one argued with that. Their agility had been equally matched in every confrontation they found themselves in. Nothing that anyone would notice at first until they really thought about. Kate snorted and shook her head, "Don't look so smug there, Alice, she had something in common with someone else too. Well she travelled by shadows most of the time. Sound familiar, Shadow-man?" She smirked at Shad.

He arched an eyebrow with an unamused expression, "She also had venom in her lips and nails, presumably her whole system, does that sound familiar?"

"Touche..." She nodded her hat and leaned forward to ruffle Jacks head softly, "Lord knows she had your eyes, little'un."

Jack hunched his shoulders, but didn't say anything. Although he didn't like the fact that he had something in common with Jane of all people, but he understood that it wasn't meant to insult him, he was mostly just embarrassed. It was hard settling in again. But at least he wasn't alone.

Hoody rolled his eyes and elbowed Masky to translate for him when he started signing something. Masky nodded in agreement, "Oh that's a good point. She had Jeff's blood lust. O-Oh, if you don't mind me saying that is. Well he said it I just-"

Jeff gave him a cold look, "He's not wrong so I'll let it slide... This time."

Trixie shrugged, shrinking in on herself in some shame, "She drew things. Like me. She had this notebook of faces like a hit list."

Ben looked up, "You never told me that."

"I didn't think it was important. And I don't have to tell you everything..."

He quirked an eyebrow, clearly disagreeing but being irritatingly playful about it. But steadily, his expression started to turn thoughtful and he looked down in concentration. Something didn't add up here. What started out as a banterful conversation was now turning into something a lot different.

"Sounds like Zalgo was a fan of our work..." Ben looked up slowly, "Call me suspicious b-"

"You're suspicious." Toby grinned.

"Thanks... As I was saying, but does anyone else think it's weird that Jane seemed to have at least one thing in common with you all?"

"What do you mean?" Shad asked, tilting his head.

"Well think about it. Jeffy-boys killer instinct, Alice's agility, Kate's venom, Shad's shadow travels or whatever you call it, Trix's drawings! She had something in her that modelled something from all of us." He stopped when he saw everyone staring at him, and he flashed his palms in defence, "Hey I'm just saying it's a weird coincidence is all."

No one disagreed with him. It really was weird. And almost impossible. The whole thing was impossible. Jeff turned around and looked sceptical, "Alright, Benny-boy, say you have a point here. So what did she have in common with you?"

"Hell if I know. I didn't see her flying or electrocuting anyone back there and she wasn't dead."

"Well she's dead now, thank fuck." Jeff spat.

Trixie nodded along with the others in agreement. She didn't like that Jane couldn't be saved, and it made her feel sick to think that she had taken her own life. But one thing was for sure, Jane was dead. And she wasn't coming back. It wasn't possible. Then again... she was in a group conversation with two ghosts... But that was like a one in an infinity chance of coming back as a ghost. Jane couldn't come back. She had killed herself in mid fight with them. She was dead and buried now. Wait... Dead...

I'm going to get you... Jane's voice echoed as Trixie started to replay the memory in her head, Daddy's going to be proud of me. You'll see.

"Oh god!"

"Jesus, newbie!" Alice jumped, putting a hand over her heart, "What?"

"Jane's dead!"

Jeff clapped his hands condescendingly, "No fucking shit Sherlock."

"No, I mean she's dead, that's the connection!"

Kate smiled crookedly, like she found the fact amusing but didn't want to make the poor girl feel bad, "Well yeah, little'un that might be the case now but it ain't doing her much good."

Trixie huffed in frustration and shook her head, "She said she would get us. She wanted to kill us and finish Zalgo's work. It doesn't make sense for her to just kill herself like that. Think about it, she has a trait from all of us except for Ben, but now she does! She wanted to die! She wants to come back as a ghost! Now she has something from all of us including him! She's killed herself so she could come back again!"

She knew she was babbling. But the idea scared her so much she didn't care. Her eyes were wide as she stared at everyone in the room, playing they understood. The room fell silent. Processing the information and suffering from the same cold realization at the same time. No, it couldn't be. Jane was dead, they saw it happen! But, it was such a slim chance of it happening. And you needed the right situation. Then again, she had so much Sickness in her, and she already had been laced with so many of their traits that... it was becoming more of a sickening possibility by the second. Jane had promised to kill them. And she obviously didn't want to be killed herself in the process. So... she couldn't die if she was already dead.

"No fucking way!" Jeff snapped, breaking everyone from their thoughts, "There's like zero chance!"

"But it would add up," Alice muttered coldly.

"And it would be the perfect back up plan." Ben agreed, "If it worked."

"There's always a chance it didn't." Kate added.

Shad's eyes hardened, "With her, there's a high chance it did..."

Masky elbowed Hoody and stood up, "We need to tell Slender about this."

"Jane's coming back? Really?" Toby groaned.

Jack shook his head slowly, starting to shiver and curl into himself and said the very words that all of them were thinking and what they all secretly feared:

"It's not over..."

Miles away, while the cold, harsh realization was settling in with the group, something was moving. A shivering and pale figure stumbled almost drunkenly down a dark and empty sidewalk in a town she didn't recognise. Her jet black hair cascaded in a beautiful mess of waves. Glistening eyes matching the colour perfectly, looking around like a crazed asylum patient. Yet she was grinning. A cruel and dark snigger forced through her teeth. She couldn't walk straight, her legs still weak and her spine still in some discomfort. But god she felt great.

"Hey, Miss?"

She tripped and fell against a wall, pressing against it a moment before smiling and turning towards the voice. A young man, just passing through on his way home from visiting friends no doubt. How sweet, he'd come to her rescue. He wanted to play nice... But everyone was a sinner, even if they try to show concern. Pathetic, these humans were. But she humoured him.

"Hello... new friend..."

"Uh, are you okay? You look a little lost and-" He tried to touch her shoulder in act of comfort, but retracted at the ice cold touch of her ivory skin, "Christ, how long have you been out here? What happened to you?"

She laughed, "You care, new friend? Oh I like you..." She put on a sickly sweet, timid smile, "Help me?"

"Y-Yeah sure," He nodded, "What's your name? Tell me how I can help you, okay?"

The boy never had the chance to even register what her name was before he was suddenly on his back. She had pounced like a wild animal suddenly set free to turn upon its captors. He pinned him to the ground, nails digging into his shoulders and black eyes burning. Her head ducked down, her black-coated lips burning and blistering the skin on his neck upon contact. She bared her teeth, snarling, and sank them into his throat. Blood filled her mouth and flesh tore under her fangs. His choked, gargled breaths faded away, and she could feel his life draining away into her. It didn't take long for him to die. And less time for her to finish feeding. She couldn't absorb souls like her Daddy could. And it frustrated her. She was still hungry. Starving. Nothing was helping. Maybe she should have fed before she died, so the feeling wouldn't be as bad. But she didn't care. She only cared about one thing. Revenge for her Daddy...

She got up and wiped her mouth clean, grinning devilishly as she pulled out her little notebook and crossed off another face before flicking to the doodles of her bad friends... Jane noted that dying was not as much fun as she thought it was going to be. But maybe they could change that? Yes, yes they would... Oh look, there was another new friend walking down the street right now. Despite being covered in blood, and a corpse only a few feet behind her. She ran up to the stranger, cackling and teeth bared.

"Hello, I'm Jane. And I'm starving..."

A/N:

MWAHAHA! I am nothing if notorious for my cliff-hangers! XD So if you haven't already guessed, this means that there is going to be a third and final story in this series! It may not be coming out for a few months while I plan out the story itself and what's going to happen as well as sorting out some things in my actual life first. Such as setting up my own website for book, TV and movie reviews. And writing my own novels that are, believe it or not, non-fanfiction based! More on that later. So don't expect the third story to be around for a while. Keep an eye out though! XD

So yes, Slender and Rochelle are together at last. Shad and Emily have met officially. Ben made his move on Trixie. Alice and Jeff are still at one another's throats in some sense. Jack, Hoody and Masky are back with the gang. Zalgo is gone, but Jane is now a vengeful ghost out for their blood. And now she's a ghost, she's going to be even harder to take down, just as she planned. Come on you didn't think I'd cop out and just kill her off like that did you? XD

So anyway, give it a while for me to get my shit together, and the third story will be in motion in a few months. Thank you all so much for all your support and help with these stories. I really couldn't have done this without you. I'm going to miss you in my absence. But I hope to see you again in the next story! Thank you all again and I loves you all! XD Thank you again!