Author's Notes:

SONG LISTENED TO WHILE WRITING CHAPTER: "I LOVE YOU" by 2NE1 and "Blow Me (One Last Kiss)" by P!nk.

Journal Entry #5

Benny watched, mind reeling as it tried to process what had just happened. They had gotten Alana to the hospital just in time, but she was still unconscious. Benny ignored his surroundings, closing his eyes to calm his mind.

"Benny."

Said boy opened his eyes to see Alana's adopted mother standing before him with a gloomy expression on her face. And in her hand was Alana's journal.

"This..." she started, handing it over to him," this is Alana's journal. She barely has any entries in, but she certainly writes a lot. Unsurprisingly, most of them revolve around you. Alana has been in love with you ever since she's met you - though she strongly denies it - and so we made an arrangement with your grandmother that you would marry Alana and the two of you would conquer her powers."

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"You see, Alana's biological parents were close, personal friends of mine; however, her mother was a powerful sorceress so they were hunted down all over the world out of greediness for her power. If she were ever to have a child, that child, boy or girl, would bring the world its revolution, its end of the previous generation and its start of the new generation of magic, humanity, and universal facts. And as you can see, they had Alana who obtained her mother's powers, but there was an issue: Alana was much more powerful than her mother," she explained solemnly.

"So, with their very lives, they sealed Alana's powers until something traumatic or tragic would trigger them. Alana has always been a weak and frail girl, so I suppose when we confessed that we weren't her true parents, something in her broke. Her powers were released, and what you witnessed wasn't even half of her power. Benny, with strong belief, we know you can help protect Alana from the men and creatures alike who would try to capture Alana. We believe with your strong sense of heroism and intuition, you can save Alana. So I beg of you, save Alana." She finished, on her knees and her wrinkly hands cradling Benny's in hers.

The brunet didn't know what to do. Everything was happening so fast that he doesn't have time to process it. He looked down at Alana's journal. Her name was written in her small, gentle handwriting on the front, greeting whoever stumbled upon it politely and nicely - just like her. He remembered the feeling of her lips pressed against his, he remembered her eccentric personality, he remembered her smile being as bright as the sun.

His body started to feel strange. Almost like he was being tickled. He felt warm and giddy. Without realizing, Benny smiled, the corners of his lips quirking up into a broad, happy grin. Alana's adopted mother watched him curiously.

"I'll do it," Benny declared confidently, meeting her gaze strongly. "I'll protect Alana."

She smiled gratefully at him, and Benny looked back down at Alana's journal. Steeling his nerves, Benny dove himself into Alana's world.

"Hurry, Serafina! They're almost here!" A man with dark chocolate brown hair and sharp sepia eyes yelled worriedly at a woman with dishwater blonde hair and wide cerulean blue eyes.

The woman - Serafina - panicked slightly, nearly dropping the bundle of sheets in her arms. A cry erupted from the bundle, and Serafina rushed to hush it. Newborn Alana bawled, her tiny hands reaching out for her mother. Serafina's eyes welled with tears as she chanted a spell to teleport Alana inside her friend's home, and she turned to hug her husband, broken by the loss of her child.

Present time Alana watched sadly as her parents rushed away for her safety. Fading away, she whispered a single word:

"Why...?"

She found herself in a different place this time; however, her body was right in front of her, and Benny was reading her journal. He looked enamored with it, and his lips pronounced each word as he read. Then he stopped suddenly, glancing upwards from her journal and to her. With a strange look - one Alana couldn't recognize - he approached her sleeping body, and embraced her smaller hand in his.

"I didn't know, Alana," he whispered. "I'm sorry. But I'll make it up to you. I'll protect you. I won't let anyone take you from me."

A flush masked Alana as she tensed, feeling flustered and oddly comforted. She glanced down at her and then to Benny. Though she wasn't physical, she could feel Benny's hand on hers. Alana smiled happily, giggling.

"Time to wake up!"

There was an electrical jolt, one that spurred Alana's body into action. She gasped aloud, allowing her lungs to greedily take in a large amount of air. Her eyelids snapped open, aching as blinding light veiled her vision. Her heart drummed viciously against her rib cage as her brain struggled to take control of her body, and, severely frightened, Alana glanced around.

Icy blue eyes met hers.

Relief flooded her senses, and Alana reached out to him which he gladly caught her hand. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she slowly realized the situation. Benny had seen her die, her heart just suddenly stop beating, and he had almost lost her as soon as he had vowed to protect her. But she came back. Tightening his grip on her delicate hand, Benny thanked the deities that brought Alana back, and he closed his eyes, exhaustion finally taking over.

"Get some sleep," Alana rasped, smiling when Benny looked at her warily. "You need it."

"But..." Benny trailed off, reluctant. Alana blinked and sighed, lacing their fingers together.

"You have no idea how many times I wished for this to come true. The sensation of our sweaty palms, fingers tangled, and the skin of our wrists occasionally brushing against each other... I just never thought it would be in a hospital with me on my death bed. Hehe, just remembering that makes me feel like a little girl whose dream just came true..." Alana smiled, observing their intertwined hands further. "Anyway, get some sleep, Benny. I'll be here, awake and alive, when you wake up. I promise."

Benny opened his mouth to protest but instead, a yawn slipped out. Surrendering to exhaustion, he closed his eyes, drifting to sleep. Alana smiled, closing her eyes and allowing her, too, to drift with Benny.

And not once did their hands ever let go.