(Amelia's POV)
It had been almost a week since Amelia had last seen AJ. As far as she knew, everything was going as planned.

It still made Amelia feel uneasy, what they had made her former best friend do. Seb seemed to pick up on this, so he pulled her to the side as they walked back to Patrick's house from the restaurant they had gone to.

"Hey Mimi, everything okay?" he asked, his blue eyes full of concern

Knowing that it was pointless to lie, she answered him honestly.

"No Seb, everything's not okay. I feel bad that we used AJ like that. I just wish that everything would go back to how it used to be, you know? I'm sick of fighting, I'm sick of hiding. Most of all, I'm sick of knowing that this isn't going to end well. I'm scared, Seb. I'm so scared of what's going to happen to AJ," she admitted.

Seb pulled her into an embrace. "Everything will be okay," he said, ruffling her hair affectionately.

As he said that, even Seb was unsure if that was really true.

The two of them rejoined the others and continued walking back to Patrick's house. As they walked, they suddenly noticed a figure walking towards them. Almost instantly, everyone minus Amelia went on the defensive. It was AJ. Just as everyone was ready to attack, Amelia held up a hand.

"Let's see what she wants first," she said, and though they didn't want to, the guys stood down.

Once she was close enough, AJ took a running start and threw her arms around Amelia. Although surprised by her actions, Amelia returned the embrace.

When AJ pulled away, Amelia noticed there were tear stains on her face.

"AJ, what's wrong?" she asked

"I can't do it anymore, Rae. I can't do it. I killed them. I can't do it anymore," she sniffled.

"Why did you come here?" Sebastien demanded

"Rae, I need you to do me a favor, and you need to promise me that you'll do it. I need you to kill me."

Amelia was taken aback.

"What?! No, I can't do that to you, AJ, I can't do that," she sputtered.

AJ looked at her sadly. "Yes, you can. You're the only one who can help me."

Before Amelia could say anything, Seb growled as someone approached AJ from behind.

(AJ's POV)
"Looks like I'll see you in hell, bitch." Charlotte had spat the night before as she had appeared to AJ, the last of the ghosts for the next.

She'd woken up that morning intent on running off, finding Amelia and just convincing her former friend to kill her so everything could end.

And for the most part, everything had gone as planned, up until she'd found Amelia and started talking to her.

It wasn't that she was talking to Amelia that had bugged her, it was more or less who had showed up in the midst of.

Not heeding Seb's growl, she turned, only to see the person she'd least expected walking towards her.

No fucking way. I cleared my mind for a reason and didn't leave any clues as to where I was going. How the hell did he - oh screw this, it's ending tonight.

With that, she looked to Amelia and nodded, knowing the girl would know what she meant. Shrugging, AJ turned back around and took off into a run, skidding to a stop before William, and just standing there.

(William's POV)
He watched her, just standing there for a few seconds, her old friend in the background, lycan and the wizards anticipating everyone's next moves.

But then, she caught his gaze, and held it, so much more being said in her irises than anything that could have left her mouth. He couldn't understand just how she'd gotten like this - other than the fact it had all started with her killing Charlotte.

And then, it seemed like she turned back to the way she'd been, at least somewhat, because she threw herself into him, all needy and innocent.

"I'm sorry...about everything...I...I don't know what's happening to me. Lottie's death has twisted me, and now- I...Mike, Brendon - I know I shouldn't've, but I couldn't help myself...I...what's wrong with me?!"

And no sooner had the last word left her did she start crying. And naturally, William should have felt bad. Should have, had he not realized he was the last one of the Dandies, being Adeline killed two of them and three of them were clearly keeping their distance.

"I don't...I'm sorry...I- b-baby I..." she spoke through broken sobs, gulping for air as she fell into him, one hand tight to his suit jacket, slightly disappointed he wasn't wearing the cloak she'd left for him.

"Adeline...love, ssshhh, look at me." he soothed, gently distancing himself, his hands on her shoulders.

She stared at the ground, tears still falling.

"I...I c-can't...th-they'll...they'll know. They always know." she mumbled, hiccupping.

"Who'll know, dear? You know by now I'm the only one left...come on, look at me. Look at me." he pressed, grabbing for her chin as gently as he could without triggering another one of her seemingly psychotic breaks - well, unless this was the middle of one.

"No! D-Don't! They'll...I don't want to hurt anyone..I c-c-" she tried to back away, but he leaned in and took her quivering lips with his own, the saltiness of her tears leaving a residual sting on his lips.

When he pulled back, she seemed to have calmed, still not looking directly at him.

She giggled, one hand running through her curls, "I'm sorry about that, I normally don't bring them up. They don't like it much. They like yelling at me...I like not listening, but I just want to feel - hm..."

"Are these the ghosts from before? Your nightmares, darling?" he asked, everything fitting together.

She nodded, "Yep! Wouldn't leave me alone 'til I started listening to 'em! See, my horoscope this year said I'd find somebody - see, everyone thinks I'm a little out there so no one wanted me, but then..."

She grinned, looking up at him and standing up on her toes to flick his nose as if he was a dog, "I found you. People thought I was so stupid to go after you, point was, it was keeping me sane! But after Lottie threatened us, I couldn't let her live - no, she knew I'd changed, knew what was happening - I wanted to watch her die, watch my secret go with her to the grave! And it did, for the most part...until the ghosts..."

"Until they told you to kill Mike and Brendon, right?"

She bit her lip so hard it bled, but she smiled as the blood dripped down the corner of her mouth, "Once I killed them, something - I don't even know what, I just felt...good. I didn't want to stop...it's a different longing, different than what we had. Different from the soft murmurs and endless misplaced bite marks on my body, it was feral - almost like I had no control over my lycan instincts. I just wanted to kill, and the ghosts said it was alright for me to do that."

He stared, her sanity had literally fallen apart before him and he'd been too blind to realize it from the start. Well, he'd realized once Brendon and Mike had been murdered, but by then he was too busy trying to make sure he wasn't next to really focus on saving the girl in front of him.

And then, she looked at him, and leaned into him, kissing him.

For a moment, it seemed nothing was wrong with her, and William closed his eyes, feeling her smaller body winding around his.

Opening his eyes, he looked around in confusion as she giggled, realizing she had him on the ground again.

"William...baby, don't close your eyes around me. Its unwise, you never know what my next move is, even if you could read my mind. I've learned ways to think that ability of yours."

It struck then, why she'd been so calm when explaining she'd killed Charlotte. A part of her sanity had been missing even then, but now - it was nearly completely gone.

Adeline looked at him then, grabbing for his derby that now lay on the ground beside him, setting it on her head before grabbing his wrist.

He nodded as she looked at him, realizing what she'd become, what had lead to this. He realized this was how they'd been the night their game began, she had had him on the ground and she'd bit his wrist, much like she was doing now.

Oh how he'd miss this, even if he knew she had gone off the deep end and nothing he could possibly say could save her. Closing his eyes, he thought of the better times, inevitably knowing how this was to end.