Okay so it's been 3 months since I've updated... I'm real sorry about that darhlins but I did say 7 reviews until the next chapter...

Aaaaannnnddd the teency tiny fact that I may have kinda left my iPod (which held the draft for this story) at my friend's house and I only just got it two some days ago. (245 iMessages, 128 emails, 15 kik messages plus YouTube notifications are hard to read all at once sugas. I still have 59 more emails to read to catch up on all the story updates...Dx)

I had also decided to write these last two chapters first rather than wing the ending. The next chapter should be up tomorrow.

...I feel so bad about making y'all review! I hate doing that but it was necessary...

If you can figure out what the number code stands for then you get a shout out in the next chappie!

The three figures: Jeff, Luna and Donna, stood still and stared at each other.

So that's Luna. The goddess looking, redhead was Luna. Who knew she would be so beautiful?

Again... Not what I had imagined.

"No warm welcome for the one who kept this old place in good condition?" Luna asked

"If only you kept yourself in good condition too..."

Luna laughed. Ah. Now her laugh was something more like what I thought. Loud, intimidating and mysterious. "You've become more confident over the years, cousin. If only your eyesight wouldn't deceive you. I've got many admirers."

"I meant your inside beauty, Luna. Your outer is only something the judging eye approves of." Donna retorted back

"Wise words well said, cousin. Shame I don't care or see the sense in it. No man has ever resisted me or ignored my beauty, why, even the boy there is staring at me! Mouth open, wide eyes... The typical first reaction from the male gender." My eyes turned into slits at what she said. Guys aren't all the same and easy to figure out. Oh, if only... There are even some out there that care of inner beauty more that outer.

Donna seemed to be thinking the same thing and she made eye contact with her cousin.

"What happened to you? You've... changed so much. Acacia wouldn't have wanted this." Luna's face hardened at the name. It was obviously a touchy subject for her.

"Shut up!" She suddenly yelled. Talk about late reactions... "You know, I was actually considering letting you go, cousin, but now you're staying here. Forever. No-one will find you. There's nobody that will ever find this secret place. We made sure of that 9 years ago, remember?"

"I remember." Donna said through gritted teeth. "But I'm sure I'll find an exit." I'm pretty sure she's trying to tell me to get her and Jeff outta there...

Luna chuckled. "Well then cousin, I bid you good luck, you're going to need a lot of it." She forcefully shoved Jeff and Donna into a room with a yellow door, locking it with an installed number code. I strained my eyes to get a better view.

11, 9, 3, 11

Luna pressed a blue button and smirked.

"Have fun rotting." And with that, she laughed and somehow, walked into the shadows. I shuddered. Creepy.

I decided I saw enough and sprinted back home. Boy, do I have a lot of explaining to do later...

"You found the hideout of the blue-eyed redhead?"

"She has green eyes, you twat"

"They were blue."

"Green."

"Pretty sure they were blue"

"Oh yeah? Why don't I shove you into the cottage and you can see whether her eyes are green or blue."

"...she had green eyes."

"Thought so." I spat.

"Miss. Crawford! Please stop this fray and tell us where Luna Tobin's hideout is." The detective interrupted.

As soon as I got home, I had called the police station for help. They had sent detectives, police and an ambulance almost immediately. The vehicles are still outside our front doorstep, waiting for instructions.

"Fray?" AJ asked

"It means fight, you twit."

"I thought I was a twat."

"You are. But in Shakespeare's eyes, you're a twit."

"That doesn't make sense, blondie"

"Whatever Tweedledweeb"

"Quite the comeback artist today, aren't you little sister?"

"Alejandro, Kimberly. Stop arguing!" I flinched at Cole's use of my full name. "Donna and Jeff are trapped and we need to help them!"

"Miss. Crawford, Mr. Crawford and Mr. Crawford, we need to formulate a plan. We cannot do that if you all keep fighting!"

"Sorry, Detective."

"Right. So, Kimberly, is it?"

"Kim is fine, thank you."

"Kim. Do you remember the exact location of the cottage?"

Hmmm, do I? I can't pinpoint the place exactly on the map but I guess I could lead them there... "Not really, I can take you there, though. I'm pretty sure I can remember the way..." I replied, hesitantly. The detective nodded his head and jotted down some notes.

He continued to ask more questions and I eventually zoned out from sheer boredom. Yes, I know my friends are in danger but listening to someone go on and on...

"I'm tired." I announce and excused myself from the conversation. I trudged upstairs to my room, various thoughts and images flying around my head.

I collapsed onto my bed and lay there, thinking of all the possibilities and 'what ifs' of the situation at hand.

My eyelids start to get droopy and I let the darkness consume me.

Darkness. Everywhere.

Including me.

A dark, sleek bodice hugs me like a second skin, and a feathery skirt poofs out beneath it, covering my legs. A mask covers my eyes and my usually bright, blonde hair is hidden with a dark veil. Black ribbons wrap around my hands and arms like snakes, shielding my fair skin from the world.

I feel like a raven, waiting calmly for her prey, waiting to find more victims to succumb to the darkness.

I feel evil.

I blend in with the scenery around me.

I'm part of the darkness.

My eyes scan around me, trying to decipher where I am. I come to the conclusion that I am in a forest clearing. A dead forest clearing.

I take a step forward, only to hit my leg on a rotting tree stump. I curse under my breath and take another look at it.

Roots wrinkled like prunes, seem to reach out towards me, trying to share the suffering. The stump itself looks like it's decaying. This very object scares me more than anything. It positively screams "evil"!

And that is why I do a double take when I see a small, pure white note resting on top.

I take a step back, thinking it could just be something to trick me. I shake my head and take a closer look at it.

The note glows. Gold embroidery decorate the edges, and I sense a bittersweet presence about it.

It's like the only piece of purity in this place. That theory brings a sad feeling running through me. I feel no elation at what I think.

I gingerly pick it up with my hand, marvelling at the pained emotion I feel as it make contact with my skin. I carefully turn it over, afraid to what I may see.

One word, written in calligraphy stares back at me.

Goodbye.