I was thinking a lot about this ending, but I liked the idea. So I'm really curious what you think... So please let me know if you like it or hate it :) There is very little left to go...

A last stroke, a last breath, a last little taste of her. Then Kurtis shut his eyes and released the thought, sending it straight into her brain. He feared what would happen, but there was no other way. Even though he wanted it, they could not stay in there forever, enjoying this warm, carnal embrace they were sharing. He could only hope she would forgive him and understand the reason behind his actions. His hands ran down her body, just for a last touch, a last memory of her…

Lara felt his lips on hers when she closed her eyes and the walls of the tomb disappeared from her sight. It was all dark and Kurtis was the only thing she sensed. His touch, his lips, his caresses. The edgy sensation that ran through her, making her knees weak. Like falling and still feeling so endlessly safe.

When she opened her eyes again, his blue ones were all she could see in front of her. But something had changed. His lips still touched hers, but something was wrong. Lara frowned, slowly moving her gaze away from him. The sand was gone, the walls of the tomb disappeared, the key in her hands was nowhere. She was lying on something soft, and Lara needed a long minute to realize that it was her own bed. Not understanding anything, she bolted upright, pushing Kurtis away from her.

"What the hell….?" – she had no idea what she wanted to ask. It was simply maddening that one minute she was standing in a tomb, and the next she was sleeping in her bed. Had she lost her mind? What was going on here? Blinking, she rubbed her face, but the view did not change. It was all calm, silent, very familiar. How she got there she had no idea.

"Lara." – she heard his tranquil voice, but did not react on it. The stunned expression on her face changed into confusion. Her eyes were holding a dangerous question when she turned to him. "I know you don't understand it, but let me explain." – he started, sitting back on the chair that was standing at the side of her bed. He seemed to feel comfortable on it.

"How..?.. was it you?" – she blurted out, shock on her face. Her chest was heaving as if having woken up from a nightmare. Except it had been no nightmare at all. All she wanted was to get back there, back in his arms, away from reality. Was this reality at all? She felt all mixed-up.

"Yes." – he admitted. "I was doing this to you."

"How dare you?" – the confusion turned into anger, her brown eyes were glistening with rage. Even if she had no idea what had happened, she hated the feeling that someone else was controlling her. Guiding her steps, influencing her will, driving her out of her own self. Had that all happen? Would he remember all what she had told him? Had it been a dream? Her own dream? How did it feel so damn real? Thousands of questions were swirling in her mind, anger and embarrassment trying to decide which one of them was stronger.

She jumped off the bed, taking care to go to the other direction. Not where Kurtis was sitting. She backed away as if seeing a ghost.

"Lara. Wait!" – he stood up, reaching out for her, but Lara did not care. Shaking her head in disbelief, she tore the door open and ran as fast as she could. Along the corridors of the manor, down the stairs, without knowing where she was heading. She just wanted to be away from him. Wanted to get that infuriating, annoying pleasure out of her head that thinking of him caused.

When she heard his steps behind her, she ran even faster. The sound of her heavy boots echoed in the empty corridor leading to the gym. She almost reached the door when he grabbed her arm, stopping her instantly.

Her angry eyes glinted, starring daggers at him, but he had to take the risk. "Leave me alone." – she hissed, trying to free her arm from his grip.

"Please, listen to me." – he pleaded, those deep blue eyes fixed on her.

"How could you…?" – Lara forgot about everything else. How he was alive, what he was doing in her home. Confusion ruled her mind, shutting out all clear thoughts. She tugged her arm, but he did not let go.

"Let me explain." – he held her close, too close. The uncontrollable attraction she felt scared her.

"Explain what? That you messed with my mind?" – she wanted him to go, just away from her. Even if only a centimeter, but she needed distance. Feeling him so close that they could easily share a breath was intoxicating. Lara wanted to break free, to run.

"I had no choice. You have to believe me." – he whispered, leaning in, breathing in her sweet scent. God, how much he wished for being back in that tomb where she had given herself to her real feelings. Lara had to know that it had been all real in that sense. Everything she had said or felt was real.

"You used me…" – she hardly found the words when he pushed her gently against the wall. His grip loosened on her arm, his hand slid down and Lara closed her eyes for a moment trying to get rid of that uninvited sensation his touch triggered in her. How could it feel so real, just like in there? Better to say, how could it have felt so real in there, just like now when he laid his hand on her?

"You said you trusted me." – he reminded her, his mouth caressing her neck. It was almost painful to fight back the little, delightful moan that was threatening to leave her lips. Why was she so undone under his spell? For a moment Lara was lost in him again, unable to resist him until she grasped his words.

"Those were your words." – she pushed him away. "I've never said that. It was you, you put them into my mouth." – her voice was harsh, full of accusation, her body stiffened. "Just let me go." – she used the chance to get away, leaving the stunned Kurtis behind. No, no, everything screamed in her, not knowing what to believe. And she hated herself for wanting him. Wanting him bad. Of all the time in the world why did her heart have to overrule her head exactly now? Exactly with him?

Lara ran, forgetting about everything else around her. She flung the gate open and dashed out into the chilly evening. It was raining… again. Just like that evening when she had written those lines. Had that happened at all? Raindrops were running down her cheeks like millions of tears she did not dare to cry anymore. She fell to her knees, landing in the mud a few meters away from the gate. Holding her face up towards the sky, she let the rain run down her, let her unsolicited tears mingle with them. Let them ease her pain.