Okay so this is chapter 6, and i hope you like it....Thaks all you guys for the reviews. Keep on writing more, i love to know what you think : )

A knock on my door interrupted me from my paperwork.

"Come in." i said without looking up. I heard footsteps as someone approached my desk.

"Trent can we talk." The voice belonged to Quen and he sounded very serious.

"Yeah, just give me a second." I finished the paperwork i had been filling. I looked up to find Quen sitting across from me.

"What's wrong Quen?" I asked him.

"Trent, I...Well i know it's none of my business but...what's going on between you and Rachel?" Oh that.

"Nothing." I looked down at my paperwork, and picked up a pen, busying myself with something to do.

"I am not blind Sa'han." He was going into his wise man mode. He did that when he didn't approve of something.

"We've been sleeping together." I put it in the most simple terms i could possibly say, and the less details possible.

Truth is Rachel and I had been sleeping together very often in the past months. Every time we ended up alone it was unavoidable, the lust i felt for her was overwhelming. I can't sit next to her and not touch her, even just a small touch, barely there. We have temporarily sated our lust on every available surface, when the fire burns we have to put it out. Many, many places in my house hold memories of us and our...acts. I thought that maybe by now, that having her as many times as i had that this thing burning inside of me would be sated but it grows worse. And i fear that it's no longer only lust, but something quite terrifying, something that can't be.

"Trent, anybody with eyes can see that, i catch the passing smiles and touches between the two of you.-"

"It's just lust Quen." I lied.

"Right, and repeating that i am not blind i see the way she looks at you Sa'han and it has changed, sometimes there's still annoyance but now theres also a...tenderness. I see the way your eyes sparkle when she enters a room. What do you feel for her?"

"Nothing...Lust"

"I know you Trent"

"I know." the whisper escaped my lips.

What was i going to tell Quen. I was confused about Rachel, about me. But i have always had a good sense of direction and i knew that anything more simply couldn't be between us. She was a witch and i and elf. It simply couldn't be.

"What do you intend to do?" He asked his face intent. Quen was bringing forward all the questions that i had asked myself. But hearing them aloud and from somebody Else's lips made them all the more real. They made me realize that choices had to be made.

"I don't know." I truly didn't know.

"Do you love her?"

"That cannot be, Quen and you know it well"

"But do you love her?"
I got up from my chair and began pacing, it seemed to be a habit when i was thinking intently or emotional. Perhaps i did love her but that doesn't change anything at all.

"She's a witch." I simply said.

"You have to end this Trent before it goes to far." His scarred face was worried. I don't know if it was for me or for Rachel, or maybe for the both of us.

"Quen"

"This...game- it's not going to end well... I can see there's something there but you are two stubborn to admit it." A sigh escape his lips. "If you don't love her, or if you think it cannot be then just let her go and end it. She's falling for you Trent, save her and yourself the heartache, end it before it's too deep... With all due respect Sa'han your being selfish...She has other opportunities, others that are willing to admit they love her"

I knew of a few others that were willing to admit love. One of them was the infuriating witch Marshall, just thinking about him touching her, laying next to her, saying the words that i wasn't capable of saying made my blood burn. Made me angry. But thinking of her, holding him and loving him gave me a feeling that i had never felt before. Like a hole in my torso and everything being ripped out. It hurt.

"Don't hurt her Trent. She's strong but shes also incredibly frail." And with those last words he walked out of my office.

"I'll end it. Before it's too late." I said to nobody but myself.

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Rachel's point of view:

I had just come back from a run to find the church empty. It was an easy run. Retrieve an old charm from a very stupid criminal. Piece of cake. As soon as i came home i made myself comfortable, changed into sweat pants and a tank top. I went to the kitchen and started to make coffee. It was about 9pm but hey it's never too late to make coffee.

The doorbell rang and i went to get it. I opened the door and Trent was there standing casually, but the first thing i noticed was the small tightness in his eyes. It made me want to reach out and smooth it from his brows.

"What's wrong?" i asked him. Despite our...affair...it was strange for Trent to visit at this time.

"We need to talk"

I nodded and motioned him inside. Closing the door on Jonathan who was waiting outside for him, leaning against the limo. I walked to the kitchen and Trent followed me. I motioned him to one of the stools around the island. He didn't sit.

"This wont take long"

I picked up my mug of coffee and took a long sip leaning my butt against the counter in back of me. I was kinda hiding the anxiety i was feeling. Inside i was a nervous wreck. I think i knew what he wanted to talk about me and him. He was so distant and so...cold. Stoic. And deep inside me i knew this couldn't be good. Or perhaps it was good, but i didn't feel it so.

"This... between us..has to end." The tightness around his eyes was still there, but the cold mask was blinding. It was like he wasn't feeling anything.. And for all i knew maybe he wasn't. Maybe it was a game to him. One that should end now.

I gave him the only thing i was capable of giving him at the moment, a small nod that didn't escape his eyes. I couldn't move, i really couldn't. It felt as if i so much as move a finger my whole body would fall to pieces. I felt incredibly frail as if one movement could kill me. And maybe it could. I didn't know i felt so much for him untill this moment.

"Are we at an understanding?" He said. Killing me, stabbing me with every word.

"We are." I was proud of myself, because even though my heart was breaking my voice was strong. I would not show him that his decision affected me at all. I've lost before and I've survived. I'll survive again.

He gave a small nod before turning around, and heading out of the kitchen but before he did two words escaped my lips and to my amazement my voice still sounded strong to me.

"Why now?"

He didn't turn around. But after a second he turned his head enough to look at me. And with a mocking gentle smile he said "Because you are no longer of use to me." And with that he walked out.

After i heard the door shut it took me some time to get myself together. I didn't know what i was feeling for a moment, it was too much at once, my heart felt like it was brutally carved out. And it was. The pain inside me was unbearable. But i was also angry, so incredibly angry, at him, at the world, but above all at myself. For allowing myself to believe he would care for me, that he had a heart. I was a fool to believe that he cared for me. And at that moment i the incredible anger flooded me and i threw my mug against the wall, shattering it into a thousand porcelain pieces. I crashed, broke and slammed other objects that my anger wouldn't let me identified.

But when the anger was gone there was only one of the most devastating things left. A broken heart, I should have a hole where my heart should be, a huge gap.

"I will not cry for him, I will not- CRY." The words came out like a growl.

"I will not be weak, he can't harm me, i will stay strong"

But he Had harmed me. He had broken me. And tonight i had to be weak, i had to be weak to then be strong, i had to endure. My knees wouldn't hold me any longer, and i slid to the floor, my back leaning against the counter, chin on my knees. How ironic life was, a broken heart from my enemy. He hadn't killed me, but he had ripped out my heart.

I don't know for how long i remained in that position time seemed to mean nothing at that moment. Distantly i heard the front door open.. I heard quiet footsteps and ivy's voice.

"Rachel." She kneeled in front of me. "Rachel hun, what's wrong"

But i couldn't talk not yet anyways. I had sated my tears, and in this position my heart didn't ache as badly. But if i talked i knew my concentration would shatter. But it seemed that i needed no words. Ivy's brows furrowed and anger flashed through her eyes.

"Trent." She said fiercely. And with that i knew that she knew about us.

I gave a small nod. She picked my up, cradled me in her arms, as if i weighted nothing. But then again to her i probably didn't. She took me to my room and laid me in my bed. I curled myself into the possible size. Ivy laid next to me. Spooning me holding me together. And i though of how difficult this must be for her being this close to me.

"You don't have to stay." i managed to whispered, my voice broke.

"It's okay" She smoothed back my hair. I felt like a child again. A very sick child. Sick of heartache.

"It's okay, It's okay"

Tomorrow I'd be strong. I would pull myself together. But today i was just human, heartbroken and weak. I didn't know i had loved Trent until he ended it. I knew i felt something for him, but love- i would have never thought so. Love was...too much. But i did and i do. Now that it's over i realize that i love him. I love him too much for my own good. But I've survived loss before, And I'll do it again. It's what i do. I survive.

I fell asleep that night with a broken heart and a vampire friend as my only consolation.

To be continued .....

And heres the soundtrack : )

1. Almost lover- A fine Frenzy- Rach

2. Better than me- hinder- Trent

3. Bittersweet Symphony- Apocalyptica- Trent

4. Breathe me- Sia-Rach

5. Dare you to move- Switchfoot- Rach

6.I Don't love you- MCR- Rach

7.I will always love you- Whitney Huston- Trent

8.I wish the best for you- Emerson Hart

9. Listen to your heart- DHT- Trent

10. Mr. Brightside- The killers- Trent

11. On my own- Les Miserables

12. Here without you- Three doors down- Trent

13. Man in the wilderness- Stynx- Trent