So as promised...the last chapter then a short epilogue...

Sorry that my writing has been so rushed and sporadic with this fic...

Hope it's still enjoyed...

"Is he dead?" Rachel asked toeing the vile man's side.

"I think the more important question is, what is this?" Brittany made a come with her index finger and a red impish demon floated towards her enveloped by shining light.

"That is a minor demon...I'd say your brother-in-law was possessed, Blondie." Santana sneered at the struggling demon and with a snap of her fingers it disappeared.

"Where'd you send him?"

"Home..."

"What about Delaney?" Quinn spoke coming closer to where the man lay.

"He's alive...see...he's coming to." The nephilim kneeled as the man in question indeed began to show signs to waking.

"Where am I? Who are you?" Blue eyes blinked with no sign of recognition.

"Are you telling me we have to run through this all over again? We're here about Fran..."

"Who is Fran?" The man asked sitting up and scooting away from the women.

"Are you kidding me."

"I don't know any Fran, I swear you've got the wrong man." He trembled.

"This dude's whole tone has changed..." Santana whispered "...he really is afraid of us."

"What about Lucy, do you remember her?" The Guardian persisted.

"I don't know any Lucy...I-I don't know any Fran. I have no idea what you're talking about." He sniveled.

"Whatever you did with that demon, I think it erased his memory."Rachel crept closer to the frightened man trying not to make any sudden moves that might startle him further.

"I-I was just trying to stop him from shooting Quinn..." Brittany whispered.

"And you did an excellent job. I mean, now he doesn't remember them and if he ever does, which I doubt he will, but if he does then he'll remember us as well and his warning." Santana grinned.

"I really need to stop saying this, but she's right...let's leave this pitiful man to his whimpering and hope we never have to see each other again." Quinn shook her head and laced her fingers with Brittany.

"Sleep..." Rachel snapped her fingers and the man slumped backwards against the wall he'd pressed into. She rose and allowed her girlfriend to slip a comforting arm around her waist.

The quartet disappeared together headed for Santana and Rachel's apartment.

"You were fuckin' spooky as all hell back there, Quinn, what gives?" The Hellspawn asked hopping over the back of thee couch to bounce on the seat.

Quinn shrugged. "Just an illusion I've used from time to time."

"Badass." The Latina nodded putting her fist out for the Guardian to bump.

Quinn smirked and bumped the other woman's fist. Rachel sat in the Hellspawn's lap and kissed her cheek. "Good to see you two finally getting along."

"Eh, she's alright..." Quinn shrugged.

"Ditto Blondie."

"I need to go see my sister, I have to tell her they're safe." Quinn spoke after a few moments of silence.

"Do you want me to come?" Brittany squeezed the hazel-eyed guardian's hand.

"No thank you," Quinn kissed the other blonde's cheek, "I need to handle this on my own." With that the Guardian disappeared.

Fran paced the carpet in front of her bed she was too preoccupied to sleep. She knew that there had been a strange maroon crown victoria following her for the past few days. Edward had found them or one of his lackeys had. They had to run again. She hated making her daughter pack and changing their name and all the faking, but she had to keep them safe. She couldn't believe that she managed to find someone as bad as Russell and after what he'd done to her sister, well she wasn't going to allow the same to happen to herself or Lucy, not this time.

She sat on the edge of the bed placing her head in her hands. Shit. Her life had gone to shit so fast and so hard. Lucy was going to grow up to hate her and she wouldn't blame her, she didn't deserve being constantly uprooted.

She sighed loudly and shivered as a chill ran through the room.

"Frannie...?" Her head popped up and she almost fell off the bed clutching her chest as she came face to face with what appeared to be her little sister.

"Now I know I'm experiencing sleep deprivation because I'm hallucinating." She rubbed at her eyes and stood taking an apprehensive step backwards.

"You're not hallucinating Fran, it's me, Lucy." The apparition said pushig up her glasses.

"Ok, I'll bite, so what's up, lil sis, how's the afterlife?" Fran chuckled with a shake of her head.

" I know you don't want to believe this is real, if I were you I wouldn't believe me either." Lucy smiled and stepped closer to her.

"I'm losing my mind, it makes perfect sense."

"You're not losing your mind, Frannie, I died, but I came here tonight to tell you that you don't have to worry anymore, Delaney has been taken care of, he can't hurt you anymore."

"Now, I know I'm going crazy, Lucy never met Edward."

"True enough, but I know him. I know what he was doing, and you don't have to worry anymore, he's not going to hurt you or Lucy ever again."

"Did you kill him?"

"I'm not that kinda angel, Frannie, but I promise he won't seek you out anymore, you're free, so make the best of your freedom." Her sister smiled and she found herself feeling and overwhelming sense of peace.

"I'm sorry, Luce." Fran sat on the bed and looked up at her younger sister.

"You have nothing to apologize for. None of ths was your fault..."

"I couldn't protect you."

"It's alright, you know how people say she's in a better place? Well, I am...believe me when I say that. I just want you to be okay, to be happy." Her sister knelt in front of her and grasped her hands. She felt warm to the touch, not at all how she imagined a ghost would feel.

"Is it really over?" She whispered tears standing in her eyes.

"I promise that I'll look after you and Little Lucy," Her sister chuckled, "take care, Fran and remember I've got your back." She felt her sister kiss her cheek and then she was gone.