Say Goodbye As We Dance With The Devil

Title is from Dance With The Devil by Breaking Benjamin. Massive apology for the wait, seriously I can't believe myself it took so long. I just hope some of you will still stick with the story anyway.

Jane as always thank you for the review and support, so sorry for the delay. Thanks to all the reviewers and those who favourite etc.!

Enjoy!

"Let the fun begin…" The glee in Alex's voice as she spoke was enough to send a thousand shivers down Chris's spine. He ignored Alex and ran over to his unconscious fiancée, scooping her frail body into his arms.

Chris immediately started whispering words of encouragement and love to her, he hadn't even checked for a pulse, he just couldn't think straight. He glanced up with water filled eyes; Alex was still at quite a distance from the two of them. If he ran fast enough, he somehow thought he might just be able to get away from her. Stupid idea, he knew this, the added weight of Jill would make it near impossible for him to outrun anyone let alone Alex.

Alex was too powerful, Chris would lose either way. He might as well attempt to leave, because he knew there would be no way in hell he could fight her. He brought his hand carefully to grasp under Jill's legs and was about to pick her up when he felt cold metal on the back of his head.

"Don't move her." Chris recognised the voice; of course Alex wouldn't be alone. He gently placed Jill back down, as the figure pushed the gun harder against his head. He didn't turn his head, but watched as Alex moved closer to him with elegance.

She led herself behind the kneeling Chris, and brought her hand up to the gun lowering it.

"Take care of our new arrivals, I'll look after Chris." Alex drawled, removing the gun from the person's firm grasp, and placing it into her holster.

Claire stepped out of the car, shivering at the cool night. Luke came quickly around beside her.

"I still think this is a bad idea…" He whispered, taking in their surroundings. There was nothing for as far as the eye could see. No street lights even lit up the area, it was practically pitch dark, and Luke couldn't help but make out figures from the shadows.

"There's Chris's car." Claire jogged lightly up to it, looking around to see no sign of anyone in it. She tied to slow her breathing and listen carefully in hope to hear something. There was nothing but silence. She gazed up to the daunting house, and knew unfortunately this was where she would have to go.

Claire began to walk up the large house, attempting to curb the noise her shoes made on the loose stones of the yard. Luke gave a disapproving glance as she made her way on her own. He quickly moved up so he was next to her, there was no way he would let something happen to her.

As Luke too gazed at the house, his attention was drawn to what he thought was a figure to the side of the house. Immediately he grabbed Claire's arm, stopping her in her tracks. She gave a disapproving glare, until he moved his finger to point towards the form. Claire's night vision was far from good, but as she squinted she could definitely see a person move closer towards them.

Luke regretted his decision of coming; he knew no good could come from this. Instinctively his arm wrapped around Claire's waist, pushing her behind him, and the two began to step cautiously back. The mere touch of his arm sent shivers down her spine, reminding her of what could have been.

The two continued to move carefully backwards, as the figure moved slowly closer to them.

"Claire…Where do you think you're going?" The voice echoed through the deserted yard. She shot her eyes up, immediately recognising the voice. Luke had been right all along. The sweet voice was once able to bring a smile to her face, brighten up her day; it now brought fear through her body. Steve Burnside was no longer the sweet seventeen year old she once knew, the mere tone in his voice was enough to show Claire this.

"Steve?" Her voice trembled as she spoke his name. He stepped closer again, so both she and Luke could fully make his figure out.

"What's the matter Claire? Why leave so soon?" He cocked his head playfully to the side as he asked. His voice sounded so different, so much more…sadistic.

"Where's Chris?" She took a step forward as she asked, but immediately Luke pushed her back behind him.

"He's being taken care of, no need to worry." A small smile formed on Steve's lips as his blue eyes flashed amber, and he began to take strides towards the two.

"Claire, there's a knife in the glove compartment. It's not much but I need you to go get it..." Luke whispered to her calmly, as the man came closer. She gave a worried look, not wanting to leave Luke. "…Get it now."

Claire turned on her heels and sprinted down the long drive back to where they had parked the car.

"Where are you running off too love?" Steve teased, picking up his pace so he could get closer to Luke faster.

Arriving at the door, she attempted to open it, but realised Luke still had the keys. In an instant she removed the scarf from her neck and wrapped it tightly around her hand. She had seen it done before on television but wasn't quite sure what to actually do. Noticing Steve had moved faster, she began to punch the glass of the door. She let out a squeal each time her fist made contact, as it did nothing to break it. She frantically held on to the roof with one hand, and began to bring her leg up, smashing her heel against the windscreen repeatedly in a vain attempt to shatter the glass. She began to alternately kick the glass and then hit it with the palm of her hand.

"What are you going to do, Luke?" Steve teased as he moved much closer to the older man. Luke continued to back away, keeping a distance between the two.

"Stop playing around, where's Jill?" Luke demanded, shaking from the adrenalin which was pumping through his veins.

"Come on Luke, can't we just talk and get along, huh? We have a lot in common you know? For one, we have the same taste in women…."

Luke let out a low snarl. With lightning speed Steve appeared next to Luke, punching him with more force than a mere human could have. Luke was sent to the ground; he let out a loud groan, and quickly rolled himself onto his back. He stumbled to his feet, as Steve prowled closer to launch his second attack. The sound of shattering glass tore Steve's eyes away; he now set his sights on a different target.

Chris stood cautiously from his kneeled position, turning himself around to face Alex. He watched her carefully, knowing she was carrying a gun. Glancing to her hands, he noticed the gun was nowhere to be seen. Obviously she wasn't finished with her playing, times like these he wished his death would be swift. She didn't speak, just flashed a smile as she gained such great satisfaction from the fear in his eyes.

…

"Why so scared, Chris? …You're the hero right?" Alex licked her lips after her question, a devilish smile still playing on her mouth.

"You can mess with me all you want, kill me, whatever. You won't get away with this." Chris brought himself back slightly from her, ensuring Jill was still protected behind him.

"Hmmm, I'm guessing by now, Chris, you know what I'm doing. You aren't that slow…."

"We've been tracking you; we have more information than you think." Chris interrupted. It wasn't entirely true, but he wouldn't let onto another weakness they had.

"Well in that case, how can you stop someone who is immortal?" Alex let out a little laugh, smiling with glee. Chris merely let out a scoff.

"I doubt your little virus is all that great. If it was, why would you need Jill?" He was calling her bluff. If what Luke had said was true, that Jill would be needed to stabilise the virus, then Alex was not yet fully 'immortal', or re-healable.

"Don't you believe me?" She cocked her head to the side playfully, while his face remained hard as stone.

Alex let out a giggle, and swiftly pulled a hidden knife from its sheath on her leg. She brought up the sleeve of her top, revealing the sickly pale skin underneath. Running the sharp edge of the knife along her forearm, the hairs began to stand upright at the cold metal. In a smooth and steady rate, she punctured through her skin, breaking the barrier, and led the knife along to make a couple of inches long gash.

She may not have let out a whimper or any sound at all, but underneath the façade, Chris could have sworn he saw her flinch just a little. He watched as the blood trickled out of the wound. But in mere seconds, the destroyed cells were remade and began to cover back over the wound, forming a scab like mound, until finally, the skin was completely reformed. Had the blood still not have been dried on her arms, there was no evidence whatsoever of there ever being a wound.

Chris stood gobsmacked; it was something he had never seen before, certainly a real wonder. Although he saw it with his own two eyes, he still doubted the power or ability the virus actually had. If it was that perfect, he couldn't understand what Jill was to do with it.

"Impressed?"

Her words were replied with a roll of his eyes. He didn't want to play her games, she wasn't worth the effort.

"Come on Chris. It's not fun when it's just me…Won't you even fight me?" His face remained stern. "Won't you even fight for little Jill?"

Alex gave a coy smile, and moved around closer to him, and so bringing herself closer to the slump body of his fiancée. Alex knew what buttons to press. She took one step closer to Jill, and immediately Chris's strong hand grasped onto her wrist, making the skin white underneath his powerful hold and stopping her from getting any closer to the unconscious woman.

"I will have some fun with her…But you know who I think I'll really enjoy having fun with? Your son…Isn't it quite ironic? The millions of lives saved by his father will be destroyed by his own hands... I will make your child into the devil."

Chris lost it. With such speed that even Alex couldn't keep up with, he grabbed her forcefully by the collar and began to punch repeatedly into her face. When she came to her senses, she let out a little laugh in between his hits. This was the fight she wanted.

Steve turned from Luke and sprinted with inhumanly speed down to the car, where Claire had been able to break the windscreen. She saw him coming, and frantically clambered onto the bonnet of the car, and tried to lean in to grab the knife from the glove box.

As she leant over, Steve got to her and grabbed the foot which remained on the ground, making her squeal out in fear. With much ease, he tugged her away from the knife before she could grab it, and shoved her off the car and onto the ground.

With the adrenalin pumping through his veins, Luke quickly jolted down the path Steve had taken. He grabbed the younger man's shoulders and forcefully pulled him off Claire. His shirt came slightly off his shoulder with the aggression, revealing a small rectangular red device. Immediately Luke recognised it. It administered P30; the same chemical he had heard was used on Jill. He had altered the P30 himself, making it much more concentrated; obviously these changes meant a smaller device could be used.

As Steve turned to him, Luke planted a strong punch onto his face, sending him backwards. Being the first time he had punched someone, immediately he had to shake his hand attempting to curb the pain which shot up his arm.

Luke gave Claire the time to recollect herself; she quickly jumped back up and reached in to place her hands around the kitchen knife.

Luke grabbed Steve from his stunned state, and pushed him against the car, attempting to hold the furious man in place by the shoulders.

"Claire, get the device!" Luke shouted, as he tried to hold down Steve and avoid the hits the man tried to give.

She gave a nod, and brought herself quickly over to Steve, dodging a swing he gave to her. She too recognised the device, knowing this was what was used on Jill. She grabbed his shoulder, and brought the knife to run around the small object, breaking it from the skin, and chucking it to the ground.

…

Steve collapsed onto Luke's shoulders briefly. Getting his strength back, he then pushed himself off Luke, giving the man a confused look. Steve cowered back against the car, and looked all around him to Claire and Luke, the worried look never leaving his face.

"…Steve?" Claire whispered, moving a small step closer to him. Steve immediately cowered further away. Looking up, he caught her eyes. He would never be able to forget those piercing blue orbs.

"Claire?" He squinted as he looked at her, not fully recognising the woman.

"It's okay Steve. We're going to help you." She spoke softly.

"But…But where am I? I…I don't understand… Who are you?" He asked looking to Luke, while rubbing the wound on his shoulder.

Claire's heart sank.

"I…I really…don't understand…" Steve mumbled.

…

"How old are you, Steve?" Claire asked softly.

"Seventeen."

…

"Come on, we have to save Chris." Claire said, leading Steve with her arm. She understood now, her heart going out to him. He had never been fully alive since he did 'die'; his body was just used as a shell.

Steve grabbed the pain in his head, and fully Claire who began to jog. Luke followed the too close behind, keeping his eyes still firmly on the man.

Claire, Luke and Steve had made it through the house. Claire was the first to see Jill lying outside in the courtyard. She led the way, sprinting outside to get to her. Her attention was drawn to the other two figures.

Alex had grabbed Chris by the neck, squeezing his final breath out of him. Claire's eyes shimmered with tears, as she sprinted towards them, planting a strong kick on Alex's back making her drop Chris. His body slumped onto the ground, as Alex prowled her way towards Claire.

Luke and Steve caught up with her, and Luke quickly brought himself in front of Claire to protect her.

A strong cough from the slumped body enabled Claire to breathe again. Chris chocked, grabbing at his throat, while trying to get upright once more.

"Well, well, well… This is interesting, eh?" Alex drawled. "Long time no see Luke…. Though I'm pretty certain I sent someone to dispose of you two…"

Her eyes fluttered over to a confused Steve.

"Disappointing indeed." Alex shook her head. Retrieving the handgun from her holster, before anybody could react, she shot Steve through the forehead. As the blood and matter splatted on the cobblestone, the young man fell back to his death. Alex let out a laugh as Claire screeched in horror.

The young girl began to scream and cry, her tears flooding out of her eyes. She immediately knelt next to Steve, bringing her furiously shaking hand up to cup his pale face. She let out another cry as she gazed into his lifeless eyes, seeing only an innocent seventeen year old boy.

"I suppose if you want a job done, you have to do it yourself." Alex joked, letting out another sadistic smile. "So who's next huh? I mean obviously Chris is going to have to be last, I'm not quite finished with him….So I guess that leaves us with you two…"

Alex pointed towards Luke and Claire, giving her lips a slow lick.

"Hate to say goodbye to you Luke…." She brought the gun right up to his forehead, pressing the cold metal to his sweating head, making him shudder with fear.

"No!" Claire squealed again, quickly rising from her knelt position. She wrapped her arms around Luke's shaking arm and body, holding him close to her. "No, no, please! Please, please, not this….Please…"

Alex wasn't messing around, after killing Steve; Claire knew she was done with her games. She couldn't be stopped.

"Please… Please don't hurt him!" Claire pleaded, as the tears continued to flood down her cheeks, Luke just gave her a worried glance. "I love you, Luke…"

Multiple shots echoed through the courtyard, swiftly followed by silence.

Hehe, I'm a bitch leaving it like this. I know I always leave similar cliff-hangers but it's just cause I love 'em!

I really do hope my next update won't take just as bloody long! Cannot believe it took me so long, but I will never give up on the story.

Thanks for your support!

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