Well, I have finally finished this story that has sat on the back burner for years! It is such a relief to conclude this piece of work, and I hope that anyone who has read it has enjoyed it and is as relieved as I am! Special thanx must go to ChristopherWyatt who faithfully stuck with this story and reviewed just about every chapter! That means so so so so SO much to me that you were willing to put up with the long pauses and breaks in the story and still read and review. I appreciate you and sincerely hope that you stick around all the way to the end! On that note...if you've got any ideas for future stories, I'm all ears, lol! So...it is with great pleasure and pride that I dedicate this story to you,ChristopherWyatt...you kept me writing and played a huge part in me finishing it! Look forward to the next episode...

Wesley grabbed the ceremonial dagger, twirling the tip of the blade around one of his fingers. He smiled at Kim before turning an almost evil eye at Matthew. Chyp had run back into the basement to tend to James, who had crashed at the bottom of the stairs. Matthew refused to say anything else; he had already said everything he needed to say. At this point, the rest was up to Wesley. He only eyed his brother cautiously, ready for an attack, but with an expression that conveyed hope. Wesley vanished in a myriad of blue and white lights, glimmering out of view. Matthew immediately took a defensive stance, ready for his brother to appear anywhere at any moment.

"Looks like you lose," Kim taunted Matthew in Bokor's original deep voice.

"Looks like you're wrong," Matthew said, grinning.

Wesley reappeared slightly behind Matthew. He pulled his arm back to plunge the athame into Matthew's side, but at the last minute he changed directions and threw the weapon at Kim. It hit its mark, striking Kim's chest. She screamed out in pain as her face and body twisted and morphed back into Bokor's true form. Matthew put his arm around Wesley, putting him in a mock headlock.

"I guess blood's a little thicker than evil," Matthew commented.

"Let's just get the spell," Wesley said, removing himself from Matthew's embrace.

"Already on it," James said, reemerging from the basement with Chyp and the Book of Light.

"This cannot be!" Bokor yelled out. He ran towards the brothers, but Wesley flicked his hands in an annoyed manner, freezing him instantly.

"Shut up," he commented as he and his brothers read the spell:

"Spirits of air, land, and sea,
Set us of this demon free.
As we now recite this spell
Drive this Bokor back to Hell!"

Wesley's power was nullified as the spell took effect. Black mist seeped up from the floor into the room, swirling around Bokor. The mist began to split into smaller clouds of mists, which began to take humanoid form. The cluster of mists all reached out at Bokor, grabbing him. He cried out as the mist figures started to pull him in every direction at once. The three brothers watched with wide eyes as their enemy screamed in pain. Finally, the misty beings began to sink back into the floor, dragging Bokor with them. He passed through the ground as easily as the beings dragging him, and then he was gone.

"And that, my brothers, is a vanquish," Matthew proclaimed.

Wesley said nothing. He instead walked past the broken kitchen table and into the living room, where he sauntered casually around the debris and made his way to the stairwell. He walked rather loudly up each step until he reached the second floor. He trudged down the hall and into his room, slamming the door behind him. James and Matthew heard the door slam forcefully from all the way in the kitchen. They looked at each other. Matthew gave James a look of regret; James returned the expression with one of reproach.

"I can't believe you told him," James said, shaking his head. "He's gonna kill you. I think he's actually gonna kill you dead."

"My conscience got the best of me," Matthew sighed as he slapped the side of his face. "What the hell was I thinking?"

"Speaking of conscience," James wondered, "are you gonna tell Ariana and Stephanie about each other? Because if you don't, maybe Wes will…"

"Damn," he said through gritted teeth. "I never thought about that. I wasn't planning on it, but I guess I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. Should we go check on him?"

"Nah," James said. "We better leave him alone for a while. He's got enough to deal with for now. Let's get to cleaning up."

Wesley sat at his desk, staring at picture of him and Kim outside of Turner Field in near downtown Atlanta. They had gone to a baseball game about a month ago. His eyes seemed emotionless as he tried to put his thoughts together. There were still four days of Spring Break left, but that meant nothing to Wesley now. How was he going to break the news to Kim's family? Did her family already know? Would he be blamed for her death?

It was too much for him to handle. He left his desk and plopped onto his bed, lying on his back. As he gazed at the ceiling, all of the events from the past twenty-four hours rushed back to him, overwhelming his senses. He broke into tears, mourning the loss of a girl he never had a chance to tell he loved. The tears cascaded down his face, taking him back to the time when he was trapped in Bokor's dimension. He felt responsible, but this time no one was forcing him to feel that way.

James and Matthew stood outside his door, listening, but keeping their distance. They expected Wesley to come out of the room and talk to one or both of them, but the longer they waited, the more they began to think that he would be in his room for a while. They returned downstairs to finish cleaning the mess that had been made in the living room and kitchen, wondering if Wesley would be able to work his way through this situation alone, or if he needed them to help him. James and Matthew kept their distance, but never strayed too far from their brother.