Well, if I recall correctly, we had some pretty major developments last chapter, no? Yes? Be prepared for sadness with this chapter, just a warning. Also, Rephaim is back in this chapter. *does happy school girl giggle*. Yes, I'm strange! Do you have a PROBLEM with that? No? GOOD! Lol, it's late. I'm bored. I think I might be boring you now, so I think I'll just write. Cool with everyone? *waits for answer* Good. Read On!

Rephaim

"Dearest, does Damien seem different to you?" I asked Stevie Rae.

"Kind of. He's more distant, but not in the way he was before. He's," she paused to search for a word. "Lighter, I guess." I thought about this.

"That's a good word." I shrugged. "It's a good thing I guess." She nodded in agreement. But, something was off… and he had been disappearing a lot… Stevie Rae's phone trilled her text tone and she answered it. She touched my face.

"I have to go. Z needs help with something." She rolled her eyes. She kissed my lips goodbye then walked outside. I relaxed back on the bed, thoughts of my brother and of Damien swirling in my head. Phelos… Damien… Phelos… Damien. As my thoughts flitted between the two, something connected- a switch being flipped. Phelos and Damien. It all made sense now.

Phelos

The next time I slept, the voice once more haunted my dreams.

"You again?" I groaned. The voice laughed.

"Me again. I wanted to tell you congratulations." I nodded.

"What pointless mission do you have for me now?" I asked. The voice sighed.

"None."

"What?"

"None. I have given you the pieces. Put them together." I cocked my head to the side.

"What?"

"My tasks for you were not pointless. You could find the point, should you choose to. I've given you all the pieces you need. Put them together." I shook my head.

"You're not making sense!"

"I'm making perfect sense, should you choose to see it." I growled.

"Please, Madame, at least tell me something more." She sighed. Her voice lowered to a whisper.

"The final piece," she said. "Is you. You and your heart complete the puzzle." I shook my head.

"That is no answer! I tire of your riddles!" She chuckled.

"That is all for tonight. Goodbye." The dream melted to blackness and sleep remained my faithful companion until dawn lit the sky.

A few days later, I was fully healed. I could walked, my ribs no longer even ached, I felt great. It was horrible. I didn't want to be better. That's rubbish, I scolded myself. Father thinks you dead. You are free now. You should be glad. But I wasn't, fool that I was. Damien walked in.

"Good morning," he said.

"Good morning. How are you?" He shrugged.

"How do you feel?"

"Fine. I'm healed." His face crumpled for a moment before lighting up.

"Really? That's great. Hey, I brought cold cuts today. I figured you might be tired of cereal and buttered bread." He laughed and I laughed with him. I smiled in my eyes.

"Sounds good." He prepared sandwiches, though I told him there was no need. He waved me off and sat down on the floor next to me. His face was sobered.

"Where will you go?" I shrugged.

"I'm not sure." He looked like he considered saying something, but decided against it.

"Back to Kalona?" I narrowed my eyes.

"No. Never." He nodded. "I'll probably live in the forest." He nodded again.

"That's good." He looked again like there was something he wanted to say, and he literally bit his tongue.

"Damien, stop biting yourself and say it." He shook his head. His eyes welled and I couldn't tell if it was from biting his tongue or from not saying what he wanted to.

"I have to go Phelos." He stopped and the tears dropped from his eyes. "Goodbye." He said it like it was the final one. Part of me wanted to tell him not to say that. Part of me wanted me to say that it wasn't goodbye. But that's not what I said. What I said was:

"Goodbye." He turned and walked away. I followed him, not talking. He got in the car outside the little cabin. I watched him drive away, then took to the skies, going the other way.

Damien

I drove for about a mile before stopping and letting the tears finally fall. Why didn't I say what I wanted to? Why didn't I ask him to stay in the cabin when he said he didn't know where he would go? Or ask him if he wanted to come back to the House of Night with me when he said he would go to the forest? And, now, I'd lost another one. I cried.

"Jack," I sobbed. "Phelos." Both of them. I loved both of them. I had still had a sliver of a chance with one, but I blew it. Now, he was gone. For good. Like Jack. I was lying to myself, of course. There was one thing I had wanted to tell him more than anything. Something I had only recently grown to feel.

"I love you," I whispered to thin air. I cried more, not saying anything. I wiped my eyes and then drove slowly, letting the red fade from my eyes. I drove, knowing he had gone the other way, and knowing never would I see him again.

That's it. Did you have your tissues ready? I hope so. Feel free to throw the box at my head. Just know, it doesn't end here. If it did, I'd let you throw the tissues at my head. Doesn't Damien break your heart at the end? Have fun with that. By the way, has anyone seen A Very Potter Musical and/or A Very Potter Sequel? Tell me if you have! Totally obsessed with AVPS, StevieRae2011, signing off!