Heroes of the Past and Present

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A/N: Okay this chapter is a bit different. It starts out in present day, but also includes Erin's true death. Remember there were too many coincidences tied in, Erin is the same Erin from Sviederbach Chronicles: Final Installment, so here we go. Just for this chapter, we return to Trina in the present day after this.

Chapter 40 (A Flash Forward: Erin's Execution)

Erin appeared in her living room, clutching her sides and vomiting onto the ground. She was covered in blood and sweat, as well as a tiny hint of remorse. Even still, she wasn't finished. "H-Heal…Heal…" Her wounds were closing, but incredibly slowly. "Eric!" The man came rushing from the other room, kneeling at her side. He looked to her, not with love or compassion, but with hollow and angry eyes. "Eric I'm hurt, I need…I need some help…"

"I'm here for you," Eric remarked. "Do you need me to call the paramedics?"

"No…I can heal…I just need help walking." Eric nodded and helped her to her feet, slowly guiding her towards the bedroom. Her lips curled into a smirk and her breathing began to change from labored to regular. "Oh Eric darling, I failed to destroy the King, but that's okay. I've already begun to think of another plan…"

"Oh? What is that?" Erin glanced to a picture hanging from the bedroom wall. It was of Eric and his two brothers, each with a child. Martin, the eldest, stood at his father's side while holding his hand and grinning brightly at the camera.

She didn't have to use magic to control children, she controlled them in a different way. In a way, her spell had rolled over onto them, but her hold may not be as strong, that she worried about. "Strike when they least expect it. Years of preparation. But first…a lot of important people believe I'm dead…" She waved her hand through the air, trailing white beams from her fingers and chuckling sinisterly as Eric watched. "I'm wiping my presence from the radar. If there are any little witches out there…" Denise. "They will never find us…"

Denise was no threat to her, despite having told Trina Vega of her. The woman would likely never appear again in her lifetime. In which case, there was no use in hunting her out or killing her. She couldn't go after the girl now, not after realizing what she'd done by triggering a flashback for her. There were other plans, however. "Martin...should carry on his legacy…"

"M-My nephew?" Eric tensed for a split second and Erin raised an eyebrow. He cleared his throat and started to smile. "Right. Martin must continue our legacy."

-Flash Forward 2030-

Erin still had a ferocious demeanor, her black hair was much longer now. She let out a furious scream and punched the wall, breaking the bones in her fingers. "Shit! Eric! Eric!" The man came walking into the room, his eyes no longer held the same empty look as they used to. A nightmarish sign of things to come.

He looked angry, pissed, and every time he glanced at her it was with eyes so full of hatred. It all started when Eric bumped into Denise at a store. Their love for one another weakened her power over him, but now it was weakened more so that she wasn't sure whether or not she had any more control over him. It was, in a way, her fault.

She made the Lamont family abduct the royal family, hiding them all over the globe and leaving Princess Aveline and her younger brother to save them. So far, Aveline had taken the lives of almost every member of the family left in the process of rescuing her own family. Martin Lamont had been leading this charge, by her command, but now he was working against the Lamont family and working with Aveline!

What happened to make him leave her control? Simple: He met a girl, a girl named Kelly worked her petty little charms into him. She got him to think for himself, to realize he was on a dangerous path. He was afraid of Erin, afraid of his family, but Kelly instilled in him the strength to go to Princess Aveline. The Princess then told him to go on the run, to hide away, and with that Erin gave up her initial plan. Now it was a hunt for Martin, to kill him. Both Martin and the bitch that got to him.

Her mistake, the one that made her power weaken substantially, was putting one of the hostages in the house of a witch named Dakota. Dakota had been an old friend of Kelly's, she had a daughter named Quinn, and Erin tried to control that girl. It backfired and Dakota cursed her, declaring that not only would her power be slowly drained from her body, but she would never be able to raise her hand to a woman. Meaning she couldn't fight a woman, her body would freeze up. So how, how could she kill Kelly? She'd have to find a way, and perhaps destroy the girl while Martin was watching his little lover perish before his very eyes.

"So what are your plans now?" Eric asked while crossing his arms. "You won't find him…"

"Easily." She raised an eyebrow at him and shook her hand. "I won't find him easily. The little prick destroyed this family…"

"Oh he did? I seem to recall my brothers dying because you wanted to destroy the royal family." Yes, both brothers perished. Though Maxwell, the youngest, perished literally by Erin's hand. Her control over Maxwell shattered, and she couldn't have that. Henry had a heart attack, and Henry's brother Chuck also became freed of her spell. To that regard, she slaughtered Chuck in the nursing home where the man's mother was. The woman she tried to kill, but couldn't because the elder raised her cane to her, ready to fight. Though the mother would die seconds later of a heart attack, her old age finally catching up with her.

All of the other children in the Lamont family were gone now, Martin was the only one who remained. Erin even lost her own son when Tyler tried to personally go after the Princess, and failed.

She rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Accuse me of mass genocide on your own time, Eric. I've done nothing wrong."

"I wouldn't be too sure about that…"

"Oh shut up."

After a few days, she'd managed to locate Martin and Kelly in some pitiful town with Kelly's mother. It appeared that Kelly was not of this timeline! Which explained why Dakota was much older than she was now. Kelly had been sent to 2030 by Dakota, for reasons beyond Erin's knowledge, and she appeared in front of Martin. A mere distraction, without even trying, Kelly foiled everything!

The unfortunate thing, however, when she located Martin and Kelly, someone else had already found him. Kelly's mother, Fiona, had an issue with her late husband's brother Keme. Keme was a disgusting, vile man, far worse than Erin had ever been. Rather, she had a bad run in with him through childhood, he was the very person that made her so tormented, so angry, so vengeful.

That's why she tried to save Martin and Kelly. The man had a rifle pointed to them, ready to fire, and she refused to let him destroy another life. Beside herself with guilt, fear, anguish, along with many other frightening emotions not felt in such a long time, she fell to her knees ready to die as Keme aimed the barrel of his gun towards her. It was then that Martin struck out, delivering a killing blow onto the man.

When asked, Martin said he'd rather have her as an enemy, not Keme, then walked away with Kelly and her mother. Tearing up, Erin returned to her home. It had been Kelly who said he probably saved her because she saved them. Something she never thought of herself as doing.

Her hold over everyone was now completely broken, she could see it now. Eric was planning something, she knew it from the look in his eyes. She knew he was with Denise too, rightfully so. Perhaps he deserved to be with her. "What have I done?"

Erin sat on her couch in tears, trembling as Eric walked in with Denise to his right. He had a Gameboy in his hand, as per request. When she was a little girl, she and her best friend had been playing a game that she was never able to finish. She watched the man, Keme, run over her best friend with the car, then he dragged Erin away.

Now she was ready to accept her demise, maybe if she'd realized how shitty she'd become years ago when facing off with Vega, she would have let them kill her. It didn't matter now. "So you have it?"

"I do," Eric muttered. She scanned his body for the knife, she discovered recently that he had a knife with a highly potent poison on the tip. The one thing she wouldn't be able to do was cleanse herself of this poison. "You want it?"

"I'm ready…yes…" She took the console from him and began playing, losing herself in the game. Eric walked around the couch and Denise turned away. Erin started to laugh as she came to the end, finally finishing the game after so many years.

As the credits rolled on the screen, she closed her eyes and breathed in slowly. She could feel his arms sliding around her from behind. She was thankful he had enough generosity in him to let her finish the one thing that meant most to her, the one link to the past. She knew she didn't deserve his kindness, not after what she'd done to his family. To him. To Denise. When she opened her eyes, she looked to Denise and flinched when she felt the knife prick her body.

She started to smile as she felt the venom work its way through her veins. Her eyes froze on Denise and she watched with a broken heart as Eric put his arm around the woman's shoulders and started to walk out of the house. The gameboy in her hand fell to her right leg, and her head fell back onto the couch while her eyes gazed up at the ceiling.

She felt the poison burning through her body, making its way to her heart, to her brain, and spreading through every nerve ending in her. Her hands, her feet, she couldn't move them. The spirit of her childhood best friend appeared beside her, perhaps a vision of Erin's own dying mind. Regardless, it was truly a comfort.

Erin ran through every evil act of her life, sobbing as she began to realize how much like Keme she had become, and how many lives she'd devastated. It was her best friend's spirit which told her not to cry, told her that in the end she did save the very people she wanted to kill.

This was true. For Erin, it was the last act. She could shut her eyes, never to open them again, and be thankful that this was the end of her tortured heart. She did not scream when the poison invaded her heart and her brain. It had been a slow acting, burning poison, but one that would leave no traces. Her heart burst, her body twitched, and her head fell to the side.

Erin Lamont was no more.

Well Erin's done for. Now we go back to Trina and the others.