A/N: Climbing up into the climax. OH YEAH. x) Let's just get this done and over with.

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Chapter 19:

Anastasia's POV:

After the "grand" introduction, Maxwell and Britney came into the room, wearing nothing except the same cloaks as their parents. Their faces were colorless, without emotions. There was nothing but the feeling of hearts being shattered as the club members realized they have been stabbed in the back by their leader and their best friend.

All of us were forced to stand, with the knots still tied to our hands behind our backs, as they untie the knots on our feet before leading us towards what looked like dungeons. I thought I was in some fairytale movie, being a princess stuck in a cage that the dragon puts the princess in, waiting for the prince to arrive, except the fact that there aren't any animals I could talk to, and the evil dragons that handsome princes must slay happens to talk and hypnotize you. As we were shoved into the cage, I took one last glimpse on the siblings before voicing out my opinion, "Why are you doing this to us? I thought you are one of the good guys."

"I'm sorry, Anastasia. You're the one who caused all of this to happen in the first place. You're the reason why our family isn't the same, kind and loving as it used to be. They only thought of you!" Maxwell snarled, spitting some of his saliva on my face as he pressed his head against the metal rods.

"Thank you, for showing your true colours at all of us. At least now we know that there's a traitor in our midst, and Dad's probably going to charge you as an adult and hopefully bring you to prison. There are a lot of eye-witnesses here to help me in court. That's when you'll truly meet him, like you've always wanted," I eyeballed him for a second, trying to make him change his mind, but he only looked away, moving his fingers across the metal bars, creating a rhythmic tune, "Sure, I can't wait to meet him Anne."

And with that, he left with a few strides, earning a speechless crowd inside the box, "So what do we do, Anne? You're the one in charge of us now, that he's gone."

I leaned against the concrete wall, before slithering down slowly to sit in between two senior members of the club, "I don't know, you guys. I'm not really smart as you, and I'm definitely not good at making decisions."

"We know what you did back at your old school. We've seen your pass school reports. Besides, you're the daughter of the best detective on the planet. Surely, you have some way of helping us all," one of the seniors descanted, acquiring signs of approval from the other members as they anxiously nod their heads, waiting for my response.

I looked at the two men who were sitting beside me, before ducking my head, thinking that I feel very odd, "Ugh, I'm afraid there's nothing much we could do right now, but just to sit back and pray that they would find us and come to our rescue, on time. Have faith in my father and the team, all right?"

After a murmurs of 'Yeah's, all of us leaned back against the wall, some of us trying to sleep, hopefully getting their minds off of it, while others are in silent prayers. Me? I just closed my eyes and tried sending out my thoughts to my father, or even anyone in the family. I've never tried it before in a long range, but it's better to fail than to never try before, right?

Dad, it's me, Anne. Please respond, I need to know you're there.

For once, I felt something. It's a message in a form of a reply, Sweetheart? Are you all right? I've been searching all over for you!

What's going on dad? It's getting creepy out here.

There was a moment of awkward silence, which I thought was from us losing the connection, but father replied briefly, you know my old nemesis, Anne. He's going to take revenge for what I have done to my previous wife and for almost killing him while saving your mother. You should know that.

Of course I know that Dad, but what are you planning? When are you coming here to save us all?

Before he could respond, a sound of a metal clanking woke us up, even though some of us might not be sleeping at all, "Anastasia Caine, don't you dare think you can actually do that! We know what you are up to!"

Not wanting to hurt any of my schoolmates, I kept silent, making sure I did not make a fool of myself. I didn't want this chance to slip away, of my father actually saving us like a superhero, along with his team,

And my best friend, Ryan.

My brain wondered back towards the days we spent together as best friends, hanging out in the lab on broad daylight because father and Uncle Eric didn't like the idea of us going out together at nights. The hugging, the laughter, the sharing of secrets…

My mind, body and soul screamed for him, like I yearned to be near him again. I didn't even have the guts to tell him how I feel, and that's because of the pressure I'm getting from school, the Crime Lab as well as my own family. I don't know about Ryan, but I can't wait to run towards him and jump into his open and loving arms again. My head moved abruptly from side to side, trying so hard not to think about it now. I don't want to see him get hurt or upset because of me.

Being bored with myself, wishing that the time will go by so quickly, I decided to take a good look on my schoolmates for the first time. Most of them are male, which is no surprise judging from the number of men in the Crime Lab. The girls themselves didn't look nerdy at all. As if unknown to strangers, they could think the girls are in cheerleading or some other sport. There's no way they could believe if the girls told them that they are from the Detective Club.

I must have forgotten someone because I have been running the numbers for more than once now, counting heads and making sure I didn't miss anything. I blinked my eyes for mere seconds; this can't be right, "Um guys…"

Eyelids popped open, as some of the seniors looked at me, knowing that I must be sensing something suspicious since I rarely ask them anything, "What is it, Anne?"

"Where's William?"

At the sound of his name, everyone squirmed to look around at each other, hoping that they could find William among the group, hidden somewhere so that I couldn't see him, and therefore counted him up. Gasps were heard when they didn't manage to find William in the group, leading to the female members going frantic.

"Guys, calm down. I know there's a suitable explanation for all of this," heads began turning towards my direction as the girls cooled down, listening to my accusation.

"All I know is, he's not in this cage, but he's around here somewhere. He's not going to be killed, trust me."

"Did you not see the man and woman in cloaks? They said they are vampires!" one of the seniors roared back at me, face red with the intense amount of anger.

I rolled my eyes at the thought, "And do you believe them?"

The crowd was speechless. No one uttered a single word, "What they say doesn't mean they really are. They might torture Will, yes. But I believe he's not going to die. Stay positive you guys. This is for the club, and for William."

They nodded, proud about what I've said, and for the next few moments we've started discussing on ideas that could help us get out of the lair, but I only shook my head at each one, mouthing the words "Too dangerous" or "Too risky." I know that deep down inside, it is virtually impossible to be able to escape from the lair, but I tried to keep their spirits up. I don't want them to keep thinking about when they would die in their hands. I even believed that we would wake up to see another day, being able to move on in life.

Please come father, I let out a silent plea, deep down inside within my heart, with the last burst of energy I had in my body, before I blacked out for the night.

"It was the wicked and wild wind,
Blew down the doors to let me in,
Shattered windows and the sounds of drums,
People couldn't believe what I'd become,

"Revolutionaries wait,
For my head on a silver plate,
Just a puppet on a lonely string,
Oh who would ever want to be king?"

Horatio's POV:

The time has come, time for us to rescue my daughter and take Grey down, this time for good. I don't really bother about his family, about what they would react to his death afterwards, because he's my main and only priority. He had been given a second chance, but he chose to take down the offer. And now he is going to pay dearly for what he had done, to my family as well as the community.

It was a busy night, with the hustle and bustle of policemen and paramedics chit chatting with each other over cups of coffee, while the team gets ready the special equipment that one of the elders has made especially for them: Some bullets suited for their guns made out of oak, and a stake. Not that it is supposed to be any more high tech, but that's all they need for now. The vampires were sitting around, sipping bottles of blood, trying to control their hunger and power, all together lost in thoughts, while the werewolves are busy stretching, getting ready for the work out. Looking at them both from a distance, you could very much see the difference.

Marisol, Jesse and Don were busy having an adult conversation inside the break room, while Uncle Eric and Calleigh were cuddling close to each other, ensuring each other that both of them would survive the ordeal, whatever it takes. Ryan kept on walking back and forth, head bent down, probably thinking of his favorite thing in the world. He kept on looking impatient, face scrunched up, wondering when the briefing might be over, so that he can come towards the man whom started all of this and put his claws inside his body, ripping him from the inside out.

Everyone gathered around the long table inside our meeting room as the leader of the elders, Aaron, laid out the map sheet of the Akrisons' household on it, spreading it out smoothly against the glass, "Now listen carefully, everyone. This man may not be armed, but he certainly is dangerous, dangerous beyond what a normal human like you could reach. And he also has his family with him, so whatever you do, always be in threes and have the stake with you ready at all times."

He began the briefing, expatiating in exquisite detail about all the rooms within the house, where Anastasia and the other club members were being held captive at, and also the traps that may encounter our way, based on his and my memories. He then began dividing the crowd up into smaller groups, telling them specifically what they should do, "I don't want anyone else to be doing anything other than what they were assigned for. I don't want any mess ups and we certainly do not want a serial killer on the loose again, is that understood?"

All of them didn't know what to address him as, so they called him 'sir' instead. He shot a glance at me, and nodded in one swift move, "It's your call, Horatio. Don't screw this one up."

"I will, your highness," I bowed, lowering my body slightly, before taking his place against the crowd, "Remember this everyone, it's not just my daughter who's in there. There are also a few teenagers in that horrid place, and we want to get this done and over with as soon as possible. Now, let's roll!"

As the crowd dispersed, everyone pushing their seats back in and running towards their vehicles. I thought I noticed that someone was missing during the briefing. My eyes widened at the thought of the person he or she might be, and the fabric strewn across the floor:

Ryan Wolfe. I don't really mind him going first to the scene to be honest, but I don't want him to murder Grey and end up losing a bright and useful CSI. I don't want it to have a bad ending.

And what would Anastasia say when she is all well and that the incident is placed behind her? What am I going to tell her? That her soon-to-be-fiancé is in jail for the rest of his life? I can't tolerate that.

My legs carried me towards Marisol and the Wolfes, telling them the change of plans when I said I would be going with them, "Don, take the extra car that is parked in the basement. I need to go to the Akrisons' as soon as possible."

"Why H? What's the rush?" being as carefree as ever, the older Wolfe leaned his head against the headrest that the sofa has, "It's your son, Wolfe. He is going to kill Grey, and he can. I have to go there now before it is too late."

"WHAT?" he jolted up, unaware that his own son has slipped through the meeting, "All right then, you go. I'll send the ladies over later."

I smiled at him as I took a few steps back, turning around and running towards my Hummer, keys at hand. I hope I'm not too late.