A/N: Sorry for the late update, I was just having a hard time figuring out how to finish this chapter the way I wanted too. And I start school in two weeks... Ekks... though I am excited to be back in my college town! Thanks everyone for your patience! Three chapters left, and the Epilogue, and I have set a deadline for two months at the latest for this story to be done, because A) I have them all mapped out and shit. And B) I have Ideas for another story that I am excited about.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, besides the plot and my version of how people act, cause we don't actually know how they would act because the show is sadly over.

Chapter 9 Hurt Me

Morana stood on the roof of a random city building, eyes closed, listening to the chaos that filled the streets. She never understood humans. They never actually did anything good for each other, not in many thousands of thousands of years. All they knew now was rage, but that was also why she loved them. They fed her.

"So full of rage, The human race…"

She walked to the edge of the building, eyes still shut, yet she knew when to stop.

The noises blared even more intensely the closer she got to them. The screams, the cries, the fear; everything that boiled into anger and into rage.

Morana stood there for a while, soaking it all in until she knew was time to prepare for the two that were coming for her. So she backed away from the edge and turned opening her eyes to see the two witches that orbed in front of her.

"Hello Boys, how are you both doing today?"

"Where is she Morana? Where did you take her?"

"I didn't take her, she came willing. You both know the rules that I have to follow; she had to come willing to me. And she did, both her and her boy toy Toby. I am teaching her more then either of you ever could."

"Morana where is out sister?"

"Don't worry, she wont be hurting much longer boys, and soon you will see her again… only… she wont be herself, but don't worry, I'll take good care of her…"

Before either boy could cry out to Morana with more questions she was gone, taking the tracking spell they cast on her to find her off, she didn't need them finding her in the underworld in her home country.

"Melinda dear, where are you? Oh there you are, where I left you… but still unconscious. Hmmm, I guess I shall go and play for a while longer with my new toy. Be awake soon dear."

I tried not to breath until she left. It hurt, everything hurt. Coming here was wrong, part of me wanted to leave, part of me wanted the abuse to keep coming, and part of me wanted to ask where Toby is.

But I didn't do anything; I just laid on the ground, in the pile of furs, my body broken and bruised, my powers bound by simple words.

I don't know how long it was until I found the will and power to pull myself up into a sitting position against the wall. I don't know how long I sat watching the area I assumed the door was, waiting for someone, something to come in, to finish me, to free me, to prove that I wasn't really dying in a hole in the underworld.

"Hello Melinda," Morana said from next to me, snapping me out of my daze. "Dear me, dear me, we are going to need to get you a healer soon. Good thing I have kill many healers and stole their gifts. Now, we don't have much time, the time for this body of mine to crumble away is soon at hand, and you still need a few more potions and spells thrown at you. Come, the slaves have prepared the final amounts, and I am so ready to take your powers as my own, your body as my own."

She pulled me up and forced me into an area that I had never noticed before, and I had no idea if we walked through a wall or teleported there.

"Mistress, the potions are over here. The spell women are coming now, too."

"Good. Place the witch over there, lay her on the ground watching me."

Time moved by slowly as I lay on the ground, my eyes never leave Morana as she stood patiently waiting for the symbols to finish being drawn on her and the potions to be laid out on a small floating table in front of her.

I couldn't hear anything anymore besides Morana chanting in my head. And I couldn't ever understand what she was saying, and I know Latin!

"Time has come," a male voice broke through my head.

Time for what? I tried to understand what the voice meant, but I couldn't understand anything. Chanting started all around me. Voices of many different demons and minions filled the air, the room, my head, and I started to feel pain, a rushing fiery pain that filled me whole.

I looked up and saw Morana finishing a potion bottle and then she threw it at me, glass shattering and flying around me. And Morana started to float a few centimeters in the air. The more potions she drank, the higher she went and the more broken glass was around me.

That was when I saw it, a portal behind the demons, minions, behind Morana. I pulled myself forward, feeling the glass dig into me, and soon I couldn't pull myself forward, I was slipping around because of my blood.

Toby stood on the other side of the room, dressed in black leather pants and a sleeveless fishnet shirt, showing of the semi healed scars that he had gotten in the past few days. He emotionlessly watched the girl on the ground try to pull herself through her own blood. He watched as she tore herself and what was left of her clothes up. He then looked back up to his goddess and the chanting stopped and he swore he could hear her singing in a different voice, one he knew should be coming from he girl on the floor.

"Hurt me!

See me crawling on the floor,

Is that what you've been longing for?

Hurt me

Is this enough, do you want more?

Go on, if it makes you soar!"

But then it was his goddess voice again singing to the girl, singing to her as she started to smoke and burn from her feet up.

"You hate my face,

My sweet embrace.

You hate me when I'm all around,

Enjoy it when I'm burning down."

Melinda looked up at her voice bleeding into Morana's, and watched as the Goddess demon was burning away, the ash of what was her body swirling around in the air until the whole body was gone. Melinda sat up, her eyes never leaving the ash in the air turning about as black shimmering dust rose from it.

Then the dust flew towards Melinda, but before she could even try to open her mouth to scream, the dust crashed into her, and Melinda felt on fire again, and could feel for a moment the Morana taking her over. Then everything was dark.

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