I have been writing his chapter for more than a week and have written and rewritten it more than 4 time, trying to get the fight right. I hope it sits well with you all.

One more chapter to go after this…and it should tie up all questions from earlier chapters…anybody remember the book that was given to Peter? :D

Chapter 19 – Worth More Than His Share

The blinking light and the explosion wasn't enough to throw Olivia or Samael off. He barely glanced to his side when they noticed that Peter had killed Tayla, but what he did notice was that not only did he kill the demon inside Tayla, he had actually killed her as well. Her body slumped to the floor, eyes open and glazed over. Samael had never really cared for Tayla but he knew that Peter held power he needed as did Olivia and the only way to get to that power was to take it from them both, by killing them.

Olivia didn't bother watching what Peter was doing, she just knew she had to keep Samael away from him, she also knew that he intended on taking her power when she was dead and Samael had become insistent about killing her, she couldn't let that happen. Meeting his movement, Olivia was only just able to get away from his last sword thrust. Scratching her arm, the blade cut through her shirt and deep into her arm.

"AH" Olivia clutched at her arms for a moment before spotting a stone wall, lunging at it, Samael followed but was not able to get out the way in time, effectively running right into it.

"Alright, that's it! I've had enough of this crap" raising his hand in the air, Samael caught Olivia in the cross run and succeeded in catching her in a lock. She couldn't move. Her legs froze and she could feel his hands, although however far away, squeezing around her neck painfully. Her hands shot up to her neck, trying to think of a way to get him off but with every step forward he took, she was forced backwards until her back hit the wall. Sliding painfully up the wall, she was able to kick her legs but only caused Samael to laugh harder.

"Now tell me Olivia, how is it that a witch like you was able to come back from having a blade run through them?" twisting his hand to the side, Samael allowed Olivia to speak but not to breath any easier. Olivia stuttered as if she was trying to answer him, which caused him to step even closer to her. Once he was no more than a foot away from her she spoke, "I'm…liked…" her hands shot up to his, which by the force pushed him backwards against the stone table in the middle.

"You…do…not…have…the…right…to…be…here…" between every word, Olivia took a step closer to Samael, who watched as her eyes shone before turning black. She noticed his reaction to her and smiled, "did you never wonder what I did all that time in Hell? There are demons down there that want out and there are demons down there that want to see you dead." Cocking her head to the side she smiled wider, "Pyro says hi." As soon as his name came from her lips Samael scooted back as far as he could but not before Olivia could advance on him.

"How did you…" he stopped talking once the angel sword was in her hands and at his throat, "Well you see, when they realized you were getting and out, they weren't happy. You are down there because you put most of them down there and so they want to see you burn!" forcing the blade in to his chest, Samael screamed in pain and as Olivia forced the blade further into his body he began to laugh. Throwing his head back his voice became sing song, "Well, well, well. The little witch has grown up. My what strength you have. And what fire you have in your eyes." He laughed once more but it slowed when he watched her smile.

Holding the blade deeper in his body, it began to shine and burn from the inside, before it was completely engulfed in flames, "Told you Pyro says hi." Her eyes flicked from black to normal and as the sword was engulfed, Samael began to burn from the inside. She watched as he screamed out in agony, only helping by slowly pulling the sword back from his chest. He fell to his knees, clutching at the gaping whole that had been formed in his body. There were no words as his entire body surcomed to the flames and withered at her feet.

Olivia dropped the sword, tip down, before crumbling to her knees. She could feel his pain, the agony of being burned alive. He really was part of her, and how he was a part the was no longer going to haunt her dreams. Unconsciously Olivia placed a hand on her stomach and waited to see if she could feel something, eventually a tear ran down her cheek and she smiled. I'm having a baby with Peter…PETER!

Her head whipped around the room, trying to find him. Once she did she was at his side in a matter of seconds, "Peter? Please wake up. Come one…"

"Olive, calm down, he is just resting. His body needs it, he fought well." He head snapped up but her hands never left his face. She eyed the figure standing to the side as it took a step closer. "Darling, you should know that we would make sure he would be safe. Your child is special and needs both its mother and father…unlike you and Rachel who grew up without us." Olivia allowed her tears to finally fall, "Oh honey, don't cry. You are all safe now." Olivia just shook her head.

"Mom, the balance. It was all good and well when he was here, there was balance in the two worlds but now…it is out again." Olivia rose gently, coming to face her mother, who just smiled and took a step closer. "Olive, without him there because he is dead and you down here because you are alive, there is balance." She placed her hand on Olivia's cheek, caressing it gently. "I promise you, that no matter what they say, you will not be coming back to us for a very long time."

Olivia smiled sadly at her mother, "You know I miss you and you have no idea how appreciative I am that you were able to send me back. Thank you so much." Olivia wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, who just stood back in surprise. It had been many, many years since her daughter had hugged her and she had almost forgotten the feeling, "Oh Olive, don't thank me. Your father still has some pull with the gods, they just weren't too happy that they were losing you, but once we explained the your baby would be more powerful than all of the put together, they didn't want you there." She laughed at Olivia's shocked face which quickly turned her happiness.

"Now go to him and make sure you keep each other safe." With a final kiss on her forehead, Olivia's mother was gone and Olivia could only hear the sound of the gently breeze which had come from no where. Turning around her found Peter still unconscious on the floor, his chest wounds had crusted over but were still dangerously close to vital organ, his right eye bruised and his cheek bone no doubt broken. His arm sat in an awkward position and looked to be broken as well, she knew she needed to get him to a hospital and fast.

As she carried him out, Olivia looked up to find that the sun had risen, it was still early but enough to know that people were around. No one in this town, this world, understood or even knew how close they had come to being the beginning of the end. Samael and Tayla, together, would have covered the world in a plague and now people would just be going about their day, not even knowing how close they had come to dying.

The sun shone down on the small cemetery when Marcus had finally made it to her side. Forcing Peter up onto their shoulders, they carried him all the way to the hospital.

As they passed Marie Laveau's House of Voodoo, Madam Marie was waiting outside with a smile on her face, "Your energy is all yours Oliviaman. Your father and mother will be so proud. Look after him!" She called as they made their way past, missing the end of her sentence, "he is worth more than you could imagine."

OK so this was a killer to write so I hope the fight scene was ok, I was a bit worried about it. Promise to have the last chapter up in a few days. Thanks to all!