THE ROAD SO FAR…

Timothy "Tim" Turner and his wife Tiffany "Tootie" Turner have dedicated their lives to destroying any and all supernatural threat to mankind that has crossed their paths. This dedication stemmed from a near fatal brush with the vengeful spirit of their former friend Veronica Star, who took her own life when all three were but teenagers. Veronica returned from the grave to exact revenge on those who had shunned her, including her own best friend Trixie Tang.

The centerpiece of this vengeance was the destruction of Tootie. However, that was denied when Tim and his best friend A.J. Phillips arrived in the knick of time, conjuring the spirits of Veronica's victims to drag her to eternal damnation. Following this episode, Tim and Tootie trained under the tutelage of AJ's aunt Loretta, and took to the road in search of their destiny.

However, after many decades in Hell, Veronica clawed her way out…now a very powerful demon. Her sole purpose was to destroy the freshly minted Mrs. Turner. After several run-ins, Veronica managed to kidnap Tootie, and torture her in the ghost town of Dimmsdale Flats. Though, Tootie managed to escape, and was on the verge of rescue. Veronica saw her opportunity, and finally murdered the twenty-five year old mother of two, as her sister and husband helplessly watched.

NOW…

In the desolate ghost town's jail, a young man sits; watching over the body of his one true love. He is nearly catatonic, having had to not only witness his wife's grisly murder, but the knowledge that she took her final breath in his arms was weighing mightily on his broad shoulders. Everyone who had accompanied him on the now failed rescue operation had left him alone with the body to grieve, while they made plans on how to take down the demon responsible for this horror once and for all.

"You know, I can remember the first day we ever met." he began, staring down at his wife's earthly shell with red rimmed eyes. "It was the first day of kindergarten, and Francis was tormenting you, having stolen your favorite doll. He reared his fist back like he was going to punch you, and I jumped in front of it at the last moment." he said, wiping away the tears that leaked out.

"Ever since that day, you were there. Even when I ran away screaming or put a restraining order on you. You were the only person who ever believed in me. You were the only person to stand by my side when the chips were down." he begins to chuckle to himself. "Even when I was blinded by lust for Trixie, you were there, cheering me on in whatever crazy situation I found myself in. Then I finally figured out what everyone else saw: that you loved me unconditionally and…" he chokes up before continuing. "And I realized that I loved you too."

"This past decade, from the time we started dating until now has been the happiest I've ever been. You trusted me with your life, and I screwed it up big time. I blew it, and for that I'm so sorry baby." he says, nearly sobbing. "I let you down baby. I let that demon take you. I allowed that bitch to kill you right before my eyes. I let you down, I let Vicky down, I let your parents down, and most importantly…I let Tammy and Tommy down." he says, anger starting to pierce the anguish he felt in his soul.

"Am I supposed to just stand by and let that happen? I can't stand by and let this happen Tootie. I love you too much. What am I supposed to do?" he says, standing up. He picks up the chair and hurls it across the room, letting it clang off the old metal bars.

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!" he screams. He takes one more look at his wife before sprinting out of the building and into his car.

He jumps into his car and tears off, spitting dust and gravel in his wake. He races down the old road for a few miles before screeching to a halt at a crossroads. He opens the trunk of the Charger and fills an old tin box with several items, including a vial of graveyard dirt, bones from a black cat, a Mercury dime, and a photo of himself from his fake NCIS identification.

He power walks to the exact center of the crossroads and drops to his knees. He quickly digs a hole with his hands, buries the box, and covers it back up. On his feet once more, his breathing ragged, he waits and waits.

"Where the hell are you bitch?!" he finally screams into the empty night. Behind him, a beautiful young woman with jet black hair and a long black dress appears behind him, an amused look on her face.

"Easy sweetheart, you'll blow a vein screaming like that." she says calmly. He turns to face her, and her eyes turn blood red for a moment, before shifting back to her normal green. "The great Timmy Turner, what an unexpected surprise. To what do I owe this…most delicious encounter?" she asks, walking around him in a slow circle.

"You know exactly why I'm here." he growls through clenched teeth, his eyes following her, but the rest of his body frozen in place.

"Let me guess: your wife got herself killed, and you want me to bring her back. Am I right so far?" she asks, a sadistic smile on her face. The young hunter could only shake his head 'yes'. "And, you're offering up your own soul in return?" again, he can only nod.

"Why should I give you anything? Keep your filthy soul, it's too tainted anyway." she says.

"There's plenty more demons who would love to get they're hands on it. It's yours…just give me ten years, and then my bill comes due."

"You must be kidding me right?"

"It's the same deal you give everybody else!" he yells.

"You're not everybody else sugar. You're at the top of Hell's Ten Most Wanted." she smirks.

"Give me five years, and then you come for me. Please…I'm begging you." he says, almost whimpering.

"Fine, just quit groveling. I'll bring back your precious Tootie. But know this: if you try to weasel your way out of it, she drops dead and is back to rotten meat in no time flat. So, what do you say big boy?" she asks.

Tim grabs the back of her head, and is about to kiss her, sealing the deal and his eternal damnation. Suddenly, a loud Bang rings out, and a bullet slices through the demon's temple. Electricity crackles around the wound and down her limbs. Orange and red flashes burn brightly deep inside as the demon is vaporized. With eyes wide open and fixed on a distant point, the woman collapses to her knees, then onto her side as she dies.

The ever-so-close-to-damnation hunter slowly turns his head to find his sister-in-law holding a smoking Desert Eagle at the ready, a neutral expression on her face. She casually walks over to him, tucking the enormous gun into the back of her waistband.

Once she is toe-to-toe with her brother-in-law, she grabs him by collar of his shirt and pushes his until his back slams into a nearby tree. The neutral expression has melted into one that's a mix of anger, fear, and sadness. She gets nose to nose with him, making sure that he holds her gaze.

"You stupid son of a bitch! What the fuck are you thinking, trying to sell your damn soul?! Do you actually think that Tootie would want it this way? How do you think she would feel, knowing you'd be going to Hell to bring her back?" she screams at him, brutally shaking him.

Her brother-in-law's body shakes like a rag doll. His eyes are glazed over, and a tear trickles down his cheek. He wants to fight her off, but he has no strength left in him. He can barely lift his head to look her in the eye. She finally stops shaking him, and he slumps to the ground, knees to chest. In all the years she's known him, Vicky hasn't seen Tim like this before, not even after all the torture and torment she put him through. She kneels down next to him, and wraps her arms around him.

"I…I need her Vicky." he finally says, his voice barely above a whisper. "She's the one who kept me strong, kept me going. My better half's been ripped away. How can I go on without her?" he finishes, the tears sliding down his dust coated cheeks again.

"Because Tammy and Tommy need you now more than ever. That demon skank is still out there, and Tootie would want you to put her down once and for all." she waits a beat before continuing. "Be all you can be Timmy. Be the man that my sister always bragged about and show some of that Turner intestinal fortitude, and finish this here and now!" she finishes, resting her forehead on his.

He looks up at her, and dries his eyes. He pulls himself back to his feet, and a righteous anger fills his sapphire eyes. Vicky smiles, seeing the confidant young man she's grown to love like a brother. She pats him on the shoulder, and leads him back to where their cars are parked. She knows that these are the last hours that Hell spawn will spend on this planet.

Back with the others, both Loretta and AJ look up and smile at Tim. He simply nods at them, and takes his place at the head of an ancient table. Spread out on top of it is a map of Dimmsdale Flats.

"What do we got guys?" Tim asks, looking both his mentor and best friend in the eyes.

"Apparently Veronica's haunting an old cemetery at the western outskirts. The rest of the town is omen free except that spot. It's gotta be the place." AJ says, his finger on the exact placement of the cemetery.

"Then let's go kill us some demon scum." Vicky says, a wry smile on her face.

"And I've got a plan." Timmy adds, smirking at his sister-in-law.

The four arrive at the massive graveyard, and Tim stops at the entrance. He nods his head, telling Vicky to continue on without him for a couple of minutes. He turns to face his closest friends, and the nearest thing to family besides Vicky and her parents.

"Guys, there's nothing more I want than to have you in there with us. But this fight is between Veronica, Vicky, and myself. She upped the ante by killing Tootie, and now it's personal." he says, knowing what their reaction is going to be.

"Boy, how many times do I have to tell you: Family don't end with blood." Loretta huffs, hands on her hips.

"Yeah dude, Tootie was my friend and I have a right to avenge her just as much as you and Vicky do." AJ protests, starting forward. Tim puts his hand on his chest, and pushes his best friend back so he can look in his chocolate eyes.

"Look, it's nothing personal you two. But my plan only covers Vicky and I. Besides, neither of you are armed, and you aren't even trained AJ. I'm not willing to risk losing you two on top of Tootie." he says calmly. The assertive tone in his voice makes both of them back down from a possibly fight.

"Alright I trust your judgment Timothy. Just bring yours and that redhead's scrawny butts back here in one piece you hear?" Loretta says, hugging the young hunter.

"I will." he replies, returning the hug before clasping hands with AJ and giving him a nod. "I promise." he finishes before turning on his heel and jogging towards where Vicky was standing at the gate. Aunt and nephew give each other a look before watching the two hunters disappear deeper into the graveyard.

They walked slowly and with trepidation down a dirt path through the centuries old, crumbling headstones. Neither one says a word as they approach the epicenter of the burial grounds. The closer they got, they noticed that all the vegetation had died, including a couple of two hundred year old oak trees. Both looked at them, and then to each other, before nodding and continuing on.

Finally they arrive at the entrance to a large crypt. A figure with long blonde hair stands before it silently, almost as if in prayer for the souls of the dead. Tim looks from her, to the name etched into the façade, which reads "STAR" and heaves a silent sigh. The figure sighs, and Tim can almost hear the smirk in her voice when she finally does speak.

"It took you two long enough to get here." she begins, slowly turning on her heel to face the two hunters. "I've been waiting since I killed that snot nosed little freak." she finishes, fully facing her two adversaries. Vicky reached into the waistband of her denim capri pants and hastily drew the Desert Eagle and aimed it at the demon possessed woman's forehead.

The only thing the woman did was stretch out her hand, and the gun flew through the air before it smacked into her palm. She smirked at them, before snapping the barrel in half. "Oops!" she says in a mocking tone before tossing the two pieces to the side like so much garbage.

The two hunters gave each other shocked looks, before Tim was sent flying through the air, his skull grazing a tombstone and opening a gash on his forehead that leaks a trail of blood from the wound, around his nose, and down to his chin. Veronica slowly saunters over to her fallen prey, and telekinetically holds him in place against the cold granite.

She's about to kneel down to get face to face with him, but senses the oncoming presence of Vicky, who she telekinetically hurls twenty feet into one of the dead oaks, and pins her there. She finally does kneel before her obsession, and gently wipes the blood from his chin.

"Alone at last Timmy." she says in a seductive, breathy voice. "I finally got rid of the final hurdle to us being together for all eternity. You're mine now, and with that annoying little pop gun that slut created out of the way…nothing can stop me!" she gloats with a sadistic grin on her face. In her zeal for gloating over her cold blooded murder of Tootie, she failed to keep the pressure up on Vicky, who had now been freed of the telekinetic power, and blindsided the demon with a wicked kick to the side of the head.

"No one that is, but me bitch!" she rants, but before she can continue, Veronica gets back on her feet, blue eyes flashing and muscles knotted, reading to uncoil. The two begin throwing wild punches and kicks at the other, some missing their mark and the others connecting. A stiff roundhouse kick floors the demon, but that victory is short lived.

Veronica springs back to her feet, and lands a couple of punches before tossing Vicky to the ground and standing over her, her hand outstretched. Vicky begins to gasp and choke for breath, as the demonic power begins crushing her lungs. Tim can only watch helplessly, still being pinned to the tombstone. However, his eyes widen when a blurry form materializes behind the demon. As it comes into sharper focus, he wants to cry out in shock, surprise, and amazement.

The form is the spirit of Tootie herself, and she has a determined look on her face. She wraps her arms around the woman, and is able to pull a humanoid shape of black smoke from the body, which collapses to the ground instantly. The two spirits wrestle for mere moments before the smoke is able to throw Tootie off and to the ground, before jamming itself back down the woman's throat.

Veronica rises to her feet, and she turns around to face Vicky again, bent on finishing the job. However, she could feel that her grip on Tim had broken. So she turned again to face him and retake her hold on him. To her horror, Tim had a second Desert Eagle trained on her, and a smug smirk on his face.

Before she could even react, he pulled the trigger and sent the final bullet in the clip into her chest. Eyes widened in shock, the demon looks down at the now smoking hole in her chest, before deep orange and blood red explosions rock her vessel's body. Lightning crackled up and down her spine, and all through her chest and head.

Collapsing to her knees, Veronica takes her terminal breath, her eyes trained on the one man she's ever loved, and the man who killed her. One last flash of lightning exploded from her chest, and the body flops onto it's flat stomach; dead. The blue eyes of the demon fading into a now soulless green.

Finally realizing what just happened, and who was standing before him, Tim rises to his feet, and slowly makes his way over to his wife's smiling spirit. Vicky also slowly walks over, still trying to catch her breath. The two sisters embrace, tears spilling out of both sets of eyes, and smiles splitting their faces.

Tootie's spirit pulls away from her sister, and gives her a final gentle squeeze on her shoulder. She then turns and walks over to her husband. With broad smiles on their faces, the couple embrace and share one final, tender kiss that seems to linger on forever. Much too soon however, Tootie pulls away and kisses him on the cheek. The two hunters watch as a pure, white light encompasses her, and she begins to flicker in and out of existence before disappearing in a flash of the same light.

"How did she…I mean…just…" Tim stammers, still at a loss for words.

"We forgot to salt and burn her remains once we got a lock on Veronica. Plus, she was looking for justice…not revenge." Vicky says, smiling and wiping away the tears. The two hunters now turn their attention to the corpse of the final vessel Veronica possessed. Vicky uses the toe of her boot to roll the body onto its back. The wound from the bullet was still smoking. Both lean over the body, and regard it with disgust and disdain.

"You did it Twerp…I mean Timmy. You rid the planet of one foul Hell spawn." Vicky says, not looking at him.

"I had help Vicky. But I only have one last thing to say." he begins, leaning over to look into the soulless eyes. "That was for my friends and my wife…you little bitch!"

The two trudge out of the cemetery and into the waiting arms of their compatriots, who had taken the time to go back and retrieve Tootie's body and wrap it in a shroud. Tim scooped up his wife's body and gently placed it on a hastily constructed bier. He took a long moment to gaze upon the form, Vicky wrapping her arm around his shoulder in support and comfort.

Loretta hands him a container of salt, which he spreads delicately all over the shroud, making sure every square inch was covered. Vicky sighs, pulling a bottle of lighter fluid out of her inside jacket pocket, taking the same time to make sure the entire body was soaked. All four say a silent prayer, as Tim ignites a book of matches and tosses it on the shroud, instantly lighting it into a roaring funeral pyre.

"Where do you think she is right now?" Vicky asks in a whisper.

"A far better place than this for sure." Tim answers in a hushed tone.

"Amen to that." Loretta says quietly, and AJ nods his agreement to his Aunt's statement.

As the other three watch the fire burn, Tim lifts his head to the Heavens, closes his eyes and gives his wife a gentle smile. He knows she's not in the Pit, so the only alternative is that she made it to Heaven, and it's a far better place now that she graces it with her presence.

A/N: Read and Review. So there you have it, the final chapter in a long battle. Veronica has been destroyed and Tootie has moved on to a most just reward in Paradise. Coming up is a quick little epilogue to officially close this story. Thank you again to everyone of you readers.