A/N: Hello my lovely reader, how are you guys? Sorry it took me so long to update, but I been a bit busy, so to make it up to you guys, I made it a bit long. Anyways, here is chapter 28, I hope you like it. Everything that happened between Godric and Anna was leading up to this chapter, so let me know what you guys think… or I might just end the story here.

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Nothin' goes as planned.
Everything will break.
People say goodbye.
In their own special way.
All that you rely on
And all that you can fake
Will leave you in the morning
But find you in the day

Oh you're in my veins
And I cannot get you out
Oh you're all I taste
At night inside of my mouth
Oh you run away
Cause I am not what you found
Oh you're in my veins
And I cannot get you out.

In My Veins by Andrew Belle

Chapter Twenty Eight - End of The Line

Recap from Chapter 15

"Please excuse him, Miss Anna, he is just a bit paranoid." He said smiling nervously with a slightly blush on his cheeks. "Oh, it's quite alright… humm, Toney right?" He nodded his smile getting wider. Someone at the back seemed to clear their throat knocking him back to senses, for he nervously step aside to let me pass.

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When I awoke, it has been a few hours since the sunrise hit in the East. In my old life waking up early was my daily routine. Even when I slept straight eight hours, my mind rarely allowed me the peace of uninterrupted rest. Usually I would rise, dress, and go on with my schedule. But since I met Godric, I have never felt so rested or refreshed in my life.

And today is no different either; today I awoke with a deep contentment and relieved happiness that filled my heart with such unfamiliar warmth. Waking up still snuggling in his arms, his bare chest utterly relaxed against mine, one of my hand tucked beneath his cheek on his shoulder, my other arm wrapped loosely around his waist.

I blinked a few times, pushing the heavy sleep from my eyes, before gazing up at him with dazed eyes hoping to find his sleeping, calm, youthful, latent face, but instead I was met with his wide silver blue eyes that were focusing on an opened book, which he held with his right hand as his left hand was buried in my hair, his fingers threaded through my curls. He had a pile of pillows behind his neck, primping him up, as his eyes focused on the page he was reading.

It seemed like he hasn't slept at all seeing how he was almost done with the book he was reading. I slid closer in the bed until I was completely pressed against him, my face buried in his neck. His skin so soft and cool, like the other side of a pillow.

I was utterly lured back to sleep with a single breath. The scent, that was so uniquely his, filled my nose and this time, his alluring aroma was mingled with my own. I stretched my body that practically thrummed with contentment and knew I was grinning like an idiot, "You smell so good." I hummed as I rubbed my cheek against him.

For a moment, the vampire broke his gaze from the page he was reading to look down at my happy self that was clinging to him. His eyebrow rose as his lips tagged up slightly, "I used your body wash." He said his voice light and soft. Which probably explain why his scent was amalgamated with mine. I couldn't help it but smile wider, sniffing him boldly. "No, it's not just that, you always smell so good." I buried my face deeper, inhaling his comforting fragrance that seemed to lullaby me to sleep. "I always thought you smelled like the first drop of summer's rain." My voice was muffled, as my lips were pressing against the stroke of his neck tattoo. He only responded with a loving kiss to my forehead.

Although the sunrise was young, it was not young enough for me to still be cuddling to Godric, even though I wanted to do just that every much. I pulled my head back to glance at my alarm clock that was by the bed, which said 9:03 AM. I let out a sigh, tentatively pulling away from Godric, knowing all I wanted to do was to be glued to him, but I have to be at work in an hour.

It has been three days since I started working. I can't really say I enjoy it very much. It's quite tedious, as the hours seemed to tick sluggishly, and my feet feel numb from standing behind the cash register for six hours straight. But thank god, my soft spoken Asian boss is rather kind enough to give me plenty break and all the cupcake I could eat, but I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not… cupcakes goes straight to my hips.

With floppy moan, I lugged away from Godric, but not before giving him a quick peck on the lips. The next few minutes were spent away taking a quick shower and getting ready for work. In my pink girly sleeveless shirt, dark comfortable skinny jeans, I stormed into the bedroom. The vampire seemed to pause, setting the book aside, and watching me get dressed and apply a light make up. His gaze was set on me like my actions were the most fascinating thing a human could do.

By the time I was ready to leave, Godric was still lounging in bed. I moved around the bed until I was by his side, and sat on the edge. I took the book from his hand, before giving him a slow and gentle peck on the lips, which he replied back just as sweetly. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle when I saw the cover of the book. "Bite Me," was written at the top, as an overly embellished handsome man with his fangs ready stood at the front. My 2000 year old vampire boyfriend was reading one of my teen vampire books I picked up a few days ago when I was job hunting. "Really Godric, you're actually reading this?"

"It's interesting; the dynamic of their relationship and their straggle to stay together is rather inconceivable." He replied sounding a bit defensive, which made me laugh harder. "Godric, honey, I don't know if you noticed this, but we're basically them." I pointed out. I just didn't see the point reading about it when you are actually living it. Beside the only reason I got the book was because the cashier said it was the best seller.

"That's what interests me. The main character, Kelly, is quite like you. She's innocent and playful, and I felt I was rather in your mind than hers." I couldn't help but feel all warm inside knowing that he compared me to the main character. I only read up to chapter 3 in the book and from what I know so far, Kelly is a perfection, who's funny, smart, strong and confident. And me, well, I'm none of that. I could be considered a book smart, I guess, but how is that going to benefit me in real life.

"I have to go, and you have to sleep, Godric." I said pulling on the stack of pillows he had behind his head, so he can lie properly, before placing a kiss on his forehead.

It was only after I took a few steps toward the door I stopped, "oh, and I am so telling Eric you're reading teen vampire books." I voiced with a laugh. The young vampire smiled as if knowing what his child would say, probably going to blame me for turning his maker in to a human.

Work isn't really exciting; nothing really happens except for the few interesting customers that comes and go. It was just an hour or two since mid-day when the door to the Red Dragon clicked open by a new coming customer. I set the book "Bite Me," which I took from Godric aside, as I rose to greet the young man. When our eyes connected, a sheer surprise seemed to grace his face, as if he just took a punch to the face and got dipped in icy water.

"Annabel?" It was only when he said my name I recognized who exactly this person was. It was the shy brawny boy I met at the fellowship. He was the kind of person that could be called boyishly cute with his dark brown messy hair and matching big chocolate brown eyes that held a sort of warmth that seemed to pour from it. His never fading pearly white smile always seems to brighten his face, making him look easily approachable.

"Hey Toney," I smiled greeting him like we're been friends for years.

"Hi… I… wow…I didn't think I would ever… I looked for you, and when I—I heard you were… you know kidnapped." He was blushing, his face turning crimson and gasping for air. I was a bit flattered by his bashfulness. It's always like this with him; the few times he actually got the guts to approach me, he freezes or loses his speech. I have heard the few young fellowship members teasing him about the crush he has on me, which is how I learned that his shyness only surfaces when he's around me. "I'm really glad you're ok." Spoke the coy young man, breaking my thought. "Thank you, so, how are you?" I question hoping to start a casual conversation.

He appeared surprised by my question seeing how I usually depart away when he gets tongue-tied making it less uncomfortable for both of us. "Oh I'm—I'm good. You know… I've been working and coaching little league football." He replied rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "So, no more fellowship right?" I questioned wanting to know if he is still one of Steve's brainless puppets. Besides, I always felt like he never belonged there, and from what I observed, he wasn't really into hating vampires, in fact he could care less. Hmm, I wonder why he joined the church to begin with.

"Of course, I quit the moment that fucker started accusing you going—I mean—I… hmm," his husky voice was fired up for a second before he cut himself off as if realizing who he was talking to, as the heat rushed to his face. But I knew what he was going to say, the accusation of me willingly going with a vampire is what caused him to quit, which wasn't really an accusation since it was the truth.

"… I decided I was done with them… after the whole kidnapping thing." He mumbled. "I mean why would a girl like you would want to be with some nasty bloodsucker." He spoke more to himself than me really, but what he said fired up the protectiveness I have for Godric. It was a new emotion for me, something I just recently learned about myself. "He is not a nasty bloodsucker, he is far from that. I wish everyone could see the decent man he is."

"Huh?" the young man question looking lost.

"What was being said on TV is not entirely false. Sure it was a false accusation when they said I was kidnapped, but it was true when Nan Flanagan said I went with the vampire willingly." My intention was to clear Godric's name, but the look he had on his face was heartbreaking. The warmth his eyes always held for me seemed to vanish like I just told him I sold my soul to the devil.

"But… but why?" His voice was lifeless.

"Because I care about him… I love him." Why can't it be this easy to say it to the vampire? It was a rejoice feeling to actually say the three little words that mean so much, especially to another person, but I wish it wasn't Toney that had to hear it, I wish there was an easier way to let him down gently.

"You can't—I mean… M—maybe you're confused—maybe you just think you do… " The desperation in his voice was quiet obvious, as he tried to make sense. I smiled softly at him, reaching out to lightly grasp his hand comfortingly, "nothing ever been clearer, but thank you for your concern, Toney." After a light squeeze of his hand I pulled back. "Now, what can I do for you?"

It was a conclusion to our conversation about my private life, which he seemed to understand as he swallowed his words that threatened to escape. His eyes never left my face as he purchased a cake that had happy birthday beautifully written over it. Before he left the store, he had turned for a moment to give me one last glance, and I was a bit puzzled by the determination I caught in his eyes, but I didn't give it much of a thought. After he left, things went back being uneventful, making me constantly look up at the clock, counting each minute until I get off work.

When the clock hit 5, I called Mrs. Chang who was in the back room, in her tiny office. After I let her take over the cash register, I bid her good bye before walking out. The sun was still elevated, seeing how its summer and sundown doesn't happen until late six. I started walking down the street toward my car, which was parked about three blocks away. That was the only thing I hated about the job, since the store was in the middle of downtown, parking space are almost none-existed.

As I walked I started making grocery list, hoping maybe I could stop by the store to pick up some supplies. It wasn't until half way to my car I realized, someone seem to be mimicking my steps. The hair on the back of my neck seemed to perk up, as I slowly glance behind me, using my side vision. There was a man following me, his face was completely covered by the dark hood of his sweatshirt. My steps immediately seem to increase in speed; my senses were heightened greatly while shivering chills ran the length of my spine. I didn't know if I was being overly paranoid, but there was something definitely wrong here.

I held my purse tightly, fighting the urge to just run, instead I focused my eyes on the tapestry of the far opposite street where my car was parked, as I walked briskly toward it without turning my head to either side. Just as I turned to cross the street, the sense of dread washed over me, and before I could even compromise what's going on around me, something moved in the far corner of my vision.

But before I could even hope to react, an arm wrapped painfully tight around my waist, yanking me into the dark alleyway in-between two building. My first reaction was to scream, until another person quickly merged from the dark lane, his rough hand clamped around my mouth, dragging me backward into a deep deserted passage that was darkened by the shadows of the two long buildings. With my mind already in overdrive, I couldn't bring myself to fight, but instead stumbled along with them. A silent shudder of fear racked over my body, Wild racing thoughts of what they could do to me rushed through my head.

With a terrified mind I bit into the stranger's hand: hard. He hastily jerked his hand away from my mouth, "bitch," he cursed, his fist ramming into my face. I was completely taken back, as the punch sent me stumbling to the side making me lightheaded. At that moment my fear doubled, as I bit on my bottom lip forcing my self not to cry. I held the side of my face where his punch had landed, as it throbbed painfully.

"Go head and scream bitch, you would never get out alive." Looking up at the man who had just hit a girl, I noticed he was a thin man, with a sleeveless shirt and ripped up jeans. His arm was covered in tattoos, and his eyes look shallow with dark circle around it like he hasn't slept in days.

"Hey, what the fuck man, chill with the physical." It was the hooded man that spoke, making my head shot to where he stood. I knew that voice, a bit rough, throaty sound. "The bitch bit my hand," the thin man reply, sounding absolutely pissed. But I wasn't paying attention to him, my eyes where glued to the hooded man.

At that second, as if on a cue, my phone started ringing. Both of the men's eyes seemed to be drawn to the sound coming out of my Jeans pocket. My shaky hand quickly slid and pulled it out, I only got a glance of the name that said, "Godric." He must have sensed my fear, but before I could press the talk button, the hooded man wrenched it out of my hand and hurled my phone across the alley until the loud crash of my cell echoed throughout.

He let out a loud sigh, pushing his hood back, exposing his face. I didn't know what to think at that moment, as I stared at him with my mouth wide open. "Toney?" I questioned flabbergasted.

"This is for your own good, Anna. I'm doing what you did for me." He replied looking away from me, but before I could ask him what he meant by it, or what the hell was going on, a voice came from the sidewalk where I was dragged. "Well, well, well, I see y'all started without me," It was a large muscular man, clad in leather jacket and cowboy hat. I wasn't sure what to expect, I just stood there with my hand still pressed to my cheek, completely and utterly confused and petrified.

I cleared my throat, hoping I would sound braver than I feel, "I don't know what's going on here, but I think you guys got the wrong person." I spoke my voice coming out low and pitiful.

"Oh, chica, it's ya' we been waitin' for all day." Spoke the big man, as he advanced toward me, making me step back until my back was pressed against the wall. He stood his chest almost compressed adjacent to mine as he towered over me. He topped his cowboy hat up, as he smirked sadistically.

"Well, now I see why they want ya. Not my type, but ya' sure are a looker," he hummed. It made me quite uncomfortable, not just because he has me pushed up against a wall, but also the way he was looking at me like I was a piece of meat and he was a hungry dog.

"If it's money you want, go head and take it, please just let me go." I pleaded, god, what the hell is going on here? The big man's eyes seem to twitch slightly as if offended by what I said. "You think I want your filthy money, you fangbanger?" His voice was harsh, as he griped my chin with his large hand, tilting my head up. The look in his eyes, so dead, soulless, gone, I knew pleading wasn't going to work with this man, so I turned toward the only man who cared about me enough to want my safety. "Toney, please, do something, what's going on here?"

"How about I tell you what the fuck is going on here." The big man voiced seizing my chin even harder, making my fear immediately fire up. My jaw hurt, and I was sure it was going to bruise, as my hand gripped his, trying to pray it off my face. "Come on Chris, chill," said Toney, his voice nervous and worried. The large man, now named Chris, released my chin, stepping a way from me.

"See this young man here," he said pointing to Toney, "he loves ya, and he came to me earlier saying the love of his life is fucking a vampire." It was as if he was telling a story, as he topped his foot. "You know I had a woman once, beautiful, absolutely sexy, I really loved her too, you know. And then she met a vampire. He fucked her, drained her and got her addicted to his blood, and when he was done with her he tossed her like a piece of trash." His fists tighten, and I knew there was a heartache to what he said.

"I'm sorry that happen to her, but I'm not like that." I voiced cautiously. I could sympathize with him, but Godric would never harm me in anyway.

"That's what she said too. You look all innocent, but who would have guessed that you're fuckin' a dead piece of shit." I know when I need to shut up, but at that moment, at that instant second, something in the back of my head seemed to snap.

"He might be dead, but you're the piece of shit." I spit out unintentionally, the whole protectiveness over Godric coming out. The man called Chris laughed; a dry humorless laugh. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yes! Don't you ever call him that, he is far more human than you will ever be, you stupid redneck." The guys around him seem to tense up, and I know I was going to eat my words. Damn it, why can't I shut up? He laughed harder, pacing toward me, "you don't seem like it, but you have some fire in you." I braced myself waiting for what he was about to do, my heart seemed to thump against my ribs, my fear seem to swallow me whole.

He moved and for a moment I thought I may have escaped a beating, until he swung his fist hard, bashing me in the nose. His paunch was so hard; I lost my footing as I went down hard. I was positive he broke my nose, as I cried in pain that shot straightly to my head making my eyes tear up. I could feel the warm blood running down my nose. I thought that was the end until his hard cowboy boots connected to my ribs, and another, and another, "I hate—when bitches—call me—redneck!" I doubled over in pain, the spots where his boots have connected throbbing, sending shooting pain.

Somewhere in-between the kicks, Toney shot forward, inserting himself between us. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN, this is not what we talked about!" yelled the younger man, but he couldn't seem to hold him off, as the bigger man fling him aside, and before he could try to get up, the thin man with the tattoos was all over him. "Does he fuck you hard and good, is that why your defendin' him? Maybe you need to try your own kind; I don't mind volunteering for the job." I closed my eyes, focusing on the pain that was preventing me from breathing.

I was brought back, when the man gripped my hair yanking me up, my eyes began to burn with the formation of salty tears, a dry, straggled sob echoed off the walls around, I gasped several times forcing myself to breathe. When I forced my eyes open, and saw the look in his eyes, I knew I was going to die. "You want to try me; I'll fuck you hard and good." He whispered. My tears seem to stream down my face, as everything ached and throbbed. If I was going to die, it won't be would out a fight. Not like before, I'm not going to stand here and take the beating. I have let people take advantage of me, use me, mistreat me, but not any more. I'm not going to die weak and pathetic.

"See, that's the difference between you and Godric, he doesn't need to beat on a girl to make him feel like a man. No wonder your girl left you for a vampire, I rather be with a dead piece of shit than you any day." Immediately I knew I struck a nerve because not a second later I was hurled against the wall, and a sharp point insert into me, over and over again. I know I was being stabbed I could feel the knife within me. A deafening cry ripped out of my throat and the pain, god, the unbearable pain was like nothing I ever experienced. I could feel the knife cutting into me, tearing my skin and my inside apart.

Then everything seemed to go numb, all I heard was the dull sound of a scream, and I didn't know if it was me or not. I opened my eyes and saw a young man crying over me; Toney. The man who had stabbed me yanked him by the hood of his shirt, and I could hear his screaming as if it was from a distance even though he was less than a foot away from me. I could hear him screaming to stay with me, but I saw him being dragged away.

I felt so tired, and my bones ached to just take a break. My eyes felt heavy, and I wanted to close them, to sleep for a little while. But I knew what's coming if I do that. I fought my eyes to stay open one more time, and I saw the sky was bright golden. A sunset was coming, but I knew it would not make it in time, there is at least another 30 minute or so before a complete sunset. Godric would never reach me in time.

I would never make it until then. My only regret is that I would never get to tell him I love him. I would never get to see his beautiful eyes again. I would never feel his lips. I would never feel his touch, hear his reserved laugh, smell his sweet alluring aroma. He would never know how much he meant to me. I wished he had known how much my heart ached to wake up beside him and not tell him how much I loved him.

My blood from my wound was rushing to my throat, choking me, drowning me and suffocating me. I fought hard to breathe, and every time I inhaled, it was like the knife was being jammed into me again.

"Godric," I called out, but there was no voice, I couldn't make a sound. After that... everything went dark.

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