AN: Somehow this is the ending... I think. It's been nice journey, writing this one. I really love BH so much. And thank you for my loyal story followers and reviewers. I might start another fanfiction soon. :) I really appreciate your patience with keeping up with me. Hugs and kisses!
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Til they're before your eyes
You'll come back
When they call you
No need to say good bye
- The Call, Regina Spektor
This time in her whole life she knew what she was doing. This time she's sure. This time the victory was hers.
Pain. It was pain that covered her whole body. She was the one that serves as a channel to the force. And that amount of energy can kill anyone that tries to hold it. Her hair swayed with the wind that surge up in the sky. A little more wait. A little more.
George fixed his coat as he arrived at where he suspected the 'orange light' came from. But as he walked towards the door, two vampires blocked him.
"What are you doing here?"
He stared at both of them. "I... I was.." he stuttered.
And that's when she finally stood. White eyes stared at Herrick.
"It's not salvation that you are waiting for, vampire." her voice sounded like thunder. The whole room shook and the walls started to collapse.
"What are you doing?!" Herrick demanded.
"You can never be saved. It wasn't salvation. It was damnation!" she roared. Herrick, in anger, attacked her. But the light that surrounded her served as her shield.
"What did you do?!" he grumbled.
Mitchell's chains dropped and he ran for cover when the wall behind him collapsed.
"I had the power." she grinned. "vim ignis , et cum mille , et indignum se et adolebit damnatorum!"
The orange light that was connected to the sky quickly dropped and covered the room. Mitchell hid behind the wall as he watch.
Herrick and his vampires turned into ashes. There were no traces of them. Nothing. Mitchell touched his chest, he's still alive. He's still alive.
He looked again and saw her lying at the center of the sigils. They were still glowing and burning, like the ones on an ashtray.
"Debbie." he ran towards her. He wrapped her in his arms. "Please... wake up."
Mitchell knows that anytime now the local police will be here. Tears fell down to his cheeks.
"Look at me." he brushed his fingers to her cheeks. She looked so peaceful. He buried his face on her neck as he cried, hugging her tight.
"I can't breathe."
He looked and saw her blinking her eyes. "Mitch, you're choking me."
He let her have some space to breathe. She gasped for air.
"How... How did you do it?" he asked.
"How did I what?" she raised her eyebrow. "Live?"
He nodded.
"I don't know, Mitch. The power running through me was ten times I can handle. I was supposed to be dead by now." she said as she stared at the sky.
"Herrick." he said.
The mention of the name made her eyes grow wider. She started to panic.
"Debbie... Hey- look at me." he said. "He's dead. He's dead. You're safe now."
George passed through the rubble and saw both of them.
"What the hell happened to the two of you?" he asked. The two turned to him.
"Long story. Did you bring the car?" Mitchell asked.
"Of course, I did."
"We need to go before the police catches us here." he said. He lifted her up and carried her to the car.
3 Days later.
"Do you really need to go?" he asked.
Debbie smiled and looked down to her toes like a guilty child. She was holding her stuffs. It was all over now. No more Herrick. No more running. But she figured that she doesn't want to be a burden to Mitchell anymore.
"I mean. C'me on." he said. "Yer more than welcome to stay here forever."
"Forever's a long time, Mitch."
Mitchell looked at her eyes, defeated. "You won't let me win a conversation, would you?"
She chuckled, her right hand holding his. "I'm going to miss you."
"Where are you going now?" he asked.
"Switzerland." she replied. "Visit a friend. Stay away for awhile."
"Stay away from me?"
"Problems, Mitch. Not you."
"You know you can always come back." he said, squeezing her hand.
"I know. You and George had been... great company." she said. Her fingers played with his like a string of the guitar.
"Take care, okay?" he said before planting a soft kiss on her forehead. He looked at her for a long time. "I like your hair. Keep it."
"The bangs?" she asked. He nodded.
"I love you, Mitch." she replied.
"I love you too."
They shared a long kiss for a moment. Their foreheads touched and Mitchell looked at her as if he'll never see her again. "I'm going to see you again, I promise." she said.
She gently let go of Mitchell's hand, it was as if her fingers were trying to memorize the touch of his skin.
"Goodbye." she said and turned to the station.
"Goodbye."
The End ?