A/N- Wassup? It be TOBN here with a new chapter of The Royals!

At this rate, the story should end by next week, and I can focus more on Search For Happily Ever and More Than Friends, along with some side stories, such as It's Kind Of A Funny Story, TSCOTV, and a collection of Bethan one shots - coming soon - that may or may not go on Archive Of Our Own as well (?) Nevertheless, there are some things in store, and I want to finish all that I need to as soon as I can. I mean, this story is coming to its end in two chapters now. Sniffle. :'(

Yup. This is it. The climatic fight between good and evil, battling for that bucket of secrets hanging right in the middle of 'em. And with every strike of a sword and blow to the face, we inch closer and closer out of our seats and to the truth. Excited? You should be! This is worth being excited for :P

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MBAV fan66- Shit's going down now! Jokes! It can be a big secret telling party! I mean, if you get an invite, you might never get out, so yeah. Some party! Jokes! And yeah! You're right! This is Alternate MBAV going on here! Jokes! You're feeling is right; a whole lot of stuff is gonna start happening now? What is that? Well, I guess you'll have to find out :) Anyway, thanks for your review, fanfic buddy, and enjoy the chapter!

So with that, enjoy this battle of wits and skill (because this is one of the first fight scenes I ever did that may be good [I've been doing research]), drop a review, and...

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The Royals: Chapter 18: And We All Fall Down

Everyone looked at Ethan with stunned looks, astonished that he was even standing.

"What?" Ethan asked, slightly amused. "Who died?" He added with a chuckle, smiling at all his friends. They all looked at Ethan with an astonished glare as he frowned, scrunching his nose up in a more grave tone.

"Oh no," He murmured, looking down a bit before meeting everyone's glare. "Who died...?" Sarah was the first to respond to the series of questions that everyone must've been thinking of at the moment as she stared at her boyfriend with wide eyes.

"E-Ethan?" She sputtered. "H-How...b-but...you were in the hospital!" She managed to say through her shocked expression. Ethan shrugged as he slowly walked towards everyone, sword still being used as a cane. He shrugged.

"Well, I was feeling a lot better when I woke up, and it ended up being about 8 at night, which was a few hours earlier, no?" He asked, and everyone nodded slowly - it was merely midnight now Ethan continued on.

"So I guess they let me go, and I was going to go to sleep when I heard that you guys went out. Curious, I went out as well, despite the doctor's orders of being on bed rest. It's not like I could help it, right?" He then smiled.

"And I followed you guys here. Which by the way, where the hell are we?" He asked, looking around. His eyes laid on the unconscious and beaten Benny, who hung on the wall limply. His eyes widened as he limped towards Benny, tears down his eyes.

"B? Benny? Why is he up there?! What's going on in here?!" He yelled, his once happy demeanor vanishing at the sight of his comatose brother. Nobody spoke as Evelyn - who was once stunned and slightly afraid, but of course, didn't want to show that - clapped slowly, a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.

"Well, well, well." She purred, walking to the oldest child. "If it isn't Sleeping Beauty, woken up from the dead." Ethan narrowed his eyes. "Who the hell are you?" Evelyn laughed.

"I, dear prince, am Evelyn Weir; Benny's grandmother." Stern, still beside her, smiled. "And I am his grandfather. Stern Sinistero Weir. But you may call me Stern, your highness." He teased, making Rory narrow his eyes. Ethan frowned.

"Does that mean I'm your grandson?" Ethan questioned. "I never heard of you. I never even read your name in the family archives. You must've been the queen at one point of you are really my grandma..." He pondered aloud. Rory shook his head, piecing everything together.

"She isn't our grandma, E." He whispered. "Benny...he's not a Morgan." Ethan's eyes widened in astonishment as Rory sobbed. "And I'm not a Morgan either. I'm not your brother, Ethan. I am nobody!" He cried, not able to take it anymore as he cried into Ethan. Ethan, still stunned at the information, frowned in confusion as Rory babbled on.

"And Samantha's dead. The butler and the chef were executed. The doctor drugged you and your mother. You have magically created sister, and I'm not your brother!" He wailed, and Ethan rubbed his back, pressing against the sword, in which the tip dug through wooden panels. Evelyn rolled her eyes, taking out her sword.

"Thanks for the recap, Rory. But we do have some serious business to attend to. Isn't that right, Ross?" She sneered, twirling her sword around. Henchmen appeared at the doorstep as they cracked their knuckles. Everyone was taken back a bit, but Rory smiled and he drew his sword, as with Tobias. Evelyn smiled.

"You gonna fight me, Ross? With this puny army of yours?" She laughed as Ross took out his. He growled.

"You are talking to the king, Evelyn - prepare to die." He growled between his teeth and the battle began.

Everyone separated into multiple groups, some running past the henchmen at the door and into another room, others staying inside. Somes escaped outside, and henchmen followed. Evelyn's eyes flared as she growled.

"Get them!" She bellowed, and they began the fight that would last them forever.

The battle for the truth has begun.

...

"You can't fight, Ethan!" Sarah huffed, eyeing the three henchmen in front of her. Ethan, still leaning on the sword, shook his head as Sarah quickly lowered her head, dodging the swing that the guy in black took at her. He smiled determinedly.

"I'm not letting you fight alone." He said, nodding. Sarah took a second to glance at him with a tired smile and she jumped back, her hunter green dress sweeping the floor. The guy jabbed his sword toward her chest, and she dodged it easily. Man, was she really thanking her dad for making her take fight class...

"You are messing with the wrong princess," She dodged yet another swing, dazing the guy. "Suffer the consequences, bitch." She then threw her hands onto his shoulders and gave him a swift kick in the gut with her knee. Hard. She then saw a sword on the wall and grabbed it off.

The guy she just kicked in the gut was moaning on the floor, and Sarah kicked his head. He was knocked out. Ethan, who was watching everything unfold, saw a pistol on the wall. His eyes widened; pistols were merely used in the kingdom, due to their reckless actions (swords were much prefered anyway), but Evelyn seemed to have a loaded one on the wall - much to Ethan's luck.

A guy leaned above him, and Ethan spun around quickly, pulling the trigger with a swift 'click', and was about to fire the shot - aimlessly, but shoot, nevertheless.

The guy seemed fazed, but ignored it as he smiled evilly, pushing the loaded gun out of his hand and pushed him onto the wall. Sweat beaded Ethan's neck as he twisted his head to the side, dodging the man's fist. It pounded into the wall with a crack, and he groaned in pain.

Ethan took this to advantage as he slid under him, a shot of pain glazing in his bones. He moaned a bit at the pain, mostly in his chest, but grabbed the gun anyway. The guy recovered, shaking his cut fist.

Ethan took his frazzled state to advantage - he spun around, facing him. Ethan aimed, paused, then lowered the gun to fire at his knee. When the shot rang out, the guy roared. Blood splattered on the ground, and he collapsed in his own puddle of blood, eventually dying of blood loss.

Ethan made sure he was really dead as he checked the pulse. None. His hand was drenched in crimson, feeling no sympathy this time, unlike before; these people were evil. He had to remember that.

His chest flared - the pain from the stab was starting to ache again - and he had to rest. He staggered towards his sword, turning it around as he used it as a cane for support. Sarah, blood trickling down her cheek from a cut, looked at Ethan's tired expression. Ethan saw the blood and rage flared again, and he was determined to fight all the way.

The last guy standing was tall and blonde. He looked cocky, actually. Sarah smirked as Ethan nodded, understanding what she meant.

He spun over his sword, hands still gripped to the handle as he landed on his feet. He aimed for his nose and connected. Blood splattered on the ground, and the guy stumbled backwards. And he ran into Sarah's sword, even more blood pooling as he dropped down, dead.

Sarah locked eyes with Ethan, and smiled tiredly, and they ran outside, to where Ross and Evelyn were having the final showdown.

...

Tobias circled Jesse, outside in the moonlight, the two of them eyeing each other. Their battle was in the back of Evelyn's house, out in the midnight breeze.

Jesse launched for the first blow, swiftly punching Tobias in the chest. Startled, Tobias took in a sharp intake of breath, huffing. The blow was hard, and pain rippled through his torso. He didn't fall - he better had not fall - but was rather fazed by it all.

He recovered swiftly, and returned the punch with an uppercut, that glazed Jesse's chin.

Click. The sound of Jesse's upper and lower rows of teeth making unplanned contact made Jesse sick to the bone. But his vampire strength allowed him to carry on, and Tobias saw the blood leaking out of Jesse's mouth. One of his teeth was missing from the strong uppercut Tobias had did on him, and it was replaced with gaps of blood.

"You," He stepped towards Tobias. "Little," He grinned bloodily, and Tobias staggered back in fear. He then swung a rather sluggish, but effective, punch at Tobias' cheek. "Punk!" Tobias' cheek flew to the side, and he fell onto the cold grass, huffing as his nose bled slightly.

His eyes fell on a sharp stick behind Jesse - who loomed above him - and his thoughts raced faster than a vampire.

Come on, Tobias. He thought to himself as he staggered up to his aching feet. Get up.

"Little vampire boy gonna fight me now?" Jesse teased, wiping the blood off his mouth. He licked it a bit. "Tastes good to someone like you" He added, laughing.

Tobias was angry now. He punched him again, this time, near his shoulder blade. The punch would've been enough to snap the bone out of its socket, dislocating it. But it was sluggish and poorly aimed; Jesse dodged it with ease, whipping his back to the other side. Tobias huffed, doubling over a bit, hands on knees. Jesse grinned; he had him where he wanted him to be.

"Why are you working with her Jesse?" His arm blocked a blow from Jesse's curled fist. "Is it really worth getting me back? How could our reunion mean working with a hellish and powerful women like Evelyn?" Jesse smirked as he was able to reach through Tobias' arms and grab his neck. Tobias choked, wind knocked out of him slowly.

"Power." Jesse sneered, holding Tobias up. "I wanted the power she'd give me." Tobias felt himself suffocating at the deadly touch. "Her past accomplices failed, and I was the only one left. And I knew how much you'd love to see me again." He threw Tobias on the ground, and the brown haired boy was beyond furious.

But Tobias was slowly losing this battle - he knew it. He stood to his feet again for round three. Fangs popped out as he spun around and kicked Jesse in the chest with the side of his leg, the old vampire huffing. The strength of his vampire powers and the kick sent Jesse flying back. Jesse, back on the dirt, flipped forwards and onto his feet once again. Tobias was sweating as Jesse sped towards him and grabbed his head. Tobias yelled out in pain.

Jesse dug his fingernails into Tobias' scalp, digging through his honey brown hair. Tobias squeezed his eyes closed as he felt himself being lifted up in the air with Jesse's one hand. He's dangling now. Jesse smirked as he said nothing, slamming his fist into his ribs once again. Tobias huffed once more, trying to get the upper hand here.

Dammit, you. Tobias mentally scolded himself as he slipped away slowly. He shook his head at the thought. Stay alive. Stay awake. He huffed, tiredly looking into Jesse's evil eyes. Focus. Grab the stick. End him.

Tobias mustered enough energy to take yet another powerful uppercut to Jesse's chin. Jesse was startled by this, and was blown back, releasing his grip and letting Tobias slip away.

Blood drizzled down his nose. Head pounding. Chest flaring with pain. Tobias felt all this as he crawled towards the stick, nails digging through the dirt. He managed to get his hand on the wood, feeling the scratchy surface. He smiled through the crimson blood.

Jesse moaned as he stood again, looking around for his opposing victim.

"Where are you...?" He whispered through blood.

And Tobias, with all the energy left, dove the stake into his chest from behind. Jesse's eyes widened, and he collapsed, face first, on the ground.

And it was done.

His eyes were empty, but open, soulless and black. Tobias, hand still posed from the plunge, looked down at Jesse's bloody mouth, stake still dug into his chest.

Tobias then decided to rest for a while, after the fight they just had. He sighed and collapsed beside Jesse's dead body, tired from the endless fight. He looked and noticed that even dead, Jesse's devious smirk still remained on his face.

And Tobias couldn't bring himself to care.

...

Erica was facing Stern, her eyes glowed yellow. Rory was behind him, dealing with a few henchmen behind her. He counted three of them, sealed off in the poorly lit room. There could be more. There probably was more.

He had one knife - a knife he strapped to his ankle at all times. It could do plenty of damage. Rory smiled at the henchmen, who loomed way taller than him. He gulped a bit, fazed by it all, but with his sword and his hidden knife, he knew he could do damage.

"Come at me." He muttered. Not waiting for an answer, he kicked his ankle to the point he could grab the shielded knife. He gripped onto it, smirked, and grabbed a distracted henchmen by the shoulder. The man yelped as Rory arched his arm back and stabbed him in the upper chest area, killing him with one stab. He was angry, murderous even. He wanted to kill Evelyn for everything.

For enslaving his lying girlfriend.

For putting his family in pain.

...for everything.

As Rory dealt with the two henchmen left, Erica was dealing with Stern. She knew he was a magic user, and was a very good one. She was also a vampire. How would she face him? She knew she could. She had to. Redeem. The word was the only thing in her brain.

"Die." She gritted out through her teeth, flipping steadily above Stern, who growled. She flipped behind him and brought her knee to her chest, pushing her leg forward with great power. Stern was blown back, crashing into vials of potions and experiments.

"You'll pay for that, monster." He gritted out, and he fired his first spell at Erica's chest, and it landed hardly on her stomach. She cried out in pain, the energy soaking through her aching bones. Stern smiled and fired another shot. Erica dodged this one wearily.

She curled her fist into a ball and sped towards the old wizard. She hissed and punched Stern in the cheek with an uppercut. His head flew forward at the force, and he was obviously in no shape for a fight now.

Finish him. Erica thought. She saw Stern's dazed eyes, pleading for it not to be the end. Erica felt...pity. Perhaps sympathy?

"D-Don't." He said in a weak and hushed voice. "I never loved her." Erica reeled back and sobbed, tears falling.

"I can't." She cried, and Stern smirked weakly, flipping forward and grounding Erica on the wall while she was in her distracted state. He smiled, his hand reeled back a bit as he prepared for the spell that was doomed to kill the blonde vampire. Erica had tears down her eyes; this was it...

Stern's eyes blown wide and he released his grip on Erica, dropping down in front of him. She looked down at his bloody back, that had a dagger stuck in its flesh. Erica frowned, rubbing off the cravings of blood and looked forward to see Rory.

Rory then pulled Erica over the body and hugged her tightly.

"I love you, no matter who or what you were or are." He murmured. Erica cried.

"I do too, Rory. You may not be a prince, but you are my prince." Rory nodded and they all ran out to experience the final battle between good and evil, not expecting what was to come after this.

...

Tobias found Jane inside the bloody wooden house, currently standing on a chair and using her hairpin to unlock the shackles that held the unconscious Benny on the wall. Tobias' eyes widened and he helped her, using his vampire strength to break the bindings that held his ankles. Jane noticed dried blood on his nose.

"Did you get in a fight?" She mumbled, loud enough for Tobias to hear, but focusing her gaze on unlocking Benny's arm. It opened with a click, and Benny's arm flew back. Tobias managed to get both ankles freed, and Jane let his other arm drop by his bare torso. Tobias looked at Jane and nodded.

"I won." He mumbled back. Tobias noticed bodies of bloody gore littered around the single chair, and rose his eyebrow. Jane meekly blushed.

"I read a few swordfighting books when I was enclosed in that hellhole of mine." She whispered, and Tobias nodded, laying Benny on the ground. He winced at the scars that littered his bare chest. He was without a shirt, and scabs surrounded his frail body. His skin was bruised and purple, and his face was even worse. His lip was swollen, and his eyebrow was cut.

"Don't cry; he's alright." She whispered. Tobias nodded as he gently caressed Benny's cheek, that was purple with bruises from slaps. His eye was swollen purple and shut, and it sickened Tobias. He gently tapped his cheek.

"Benjamin? Wake up," Tears were overlapping the dried blood. "Please, baby, wake up."

A stirred groan emit from Benny's split mouth, and Tobias and Jane heaved a stressed breath. Benny's eyes fluttered open, and through blurred lines, he saw the face of Tobias and a young girl.

"T-Tobias?" He whispered scratchily. Tobias nodded, happy tears now down his cheeks. "Yeah." He whispered. "It's me."

Tobias and Jane filled Benny in on everything that happened. Benny was a bit frightened at the vampireness of his boyfriend, but he understood after a while. Tobias appreciated his acceptance, and they went to see the sword fight between Evelyn and Ross.

Tobias helped Benny limp out with Jane by their side, and they went outside together, a certain bottle of sparkly liquid that Tobias had found in his hand.

He, and Erica, were gonna be normal again.

...

"This is it, Ross." She sneered, circling Ross while twirling her sword cockily. "Time to die." Ross shook his head as he jabbed his sword towards Evelyn. She dodged it swiftly, and swiped her sword in front of Ross, letting him jump back.

"You should've not messed with my family," Their swords clanged against each other as Ethan, Sarah, Tobias, Benny, Jane, Rory and Erica gathered into the area, watching curiously as the battle of their lives took place right in front of their eyes. Evelyn swung the sword at Ross' head, and he ducked, jabbing it at her leg. It nearly nicked her leg, and it bled a little through her dress. Evelyn growled.

"You should've not messed with me." She struck her sword over her head, aiming at his head. Ross brought his sword up and made contact with her's, the two swords twisting and clanging in the night.

"Stealing her like that." Clang. "You stole her, just so your kingdom wouldn't crumple!" Clang. "Jane was mine!" Ross was fazed by the sudden revelation, and Jane muffled her gasps; Ross had lied to her. Samantha was never the bad guy. He stole her from Evelyn so that somehow his kingdom wouldn't crumple.

What?

"It was to save us all," Ross swung his sword towards Evelyn, and she jumped back. She smiled as she jumped skillfully above Ross and jabbed her sword towards his bum, startling him a bit as he reeled forwards. Evelyn groaned; it should've been harder.

But she wanted Ross to suffer a slow, tragic death.

"There would be no heir if Jane wasn't there," Ross' sword swung against Evelyn's. "There would be no royalty. It would all end, Evelyn! It would crumble!" Evelyn scoffed, twisting her wrist thanks to Ross. She winced, but carried on.

She was able to swing Ross' sword out of his hand, and held his back. She pressed the sword at her chest, and he gasped, narrowing his eyes at the aged women. Evelyn smiled evilly.

"No one is heir to the throne." She sneered between his teeth, sweat beading down Ross' neck. "Ethan is not heir to throne, and Rory and Benny aren't even of royal blood." Everyone behind them listened carefully to the revelation that could end the Morgan Kingdom forever.

"You're hoarding a love child you had before you became king, which means Ethan wasn't meant to be a prince." Ethan's eyes widened as Sarah squeezed his hand. Ethan knew it was true; the evening he was stabbed, Samantha and Ross had told him he was at their wedding. If they weren't wed, and they had Ethan, they weren't king and queen, meaning he wasn't prince.

The reality hit him like a brick.

"You have an orphan, whom you adopted, just in case Ethan found out, which is absolutely cold." Rory sniffed back tears as Erica hugged him tightly through tears. Rory had figured he was adopted; he had different features. He was different. He was never related to anyone in the Morgan.

Oh, how the hit hurt.

"You have my grandson, who you stole from me, like you did with Jane, and raised him with lies." Benny felt Tobias' head rest on his shoulder reassuringly, and he felt tears running down his cheeks. His grandma was this evil person who had kidnapped him and put hell to his family.

And the aftermath of the brick pounded his head.

"Finally, you have a magically created girl, whom you hid for years in a prison. Whom you stole from me as well." Jane buried her face in her hands; she was a lie. She wasn't supposed to exist. And she was once Evelyn's creation. She ran.

The reality bled against the brick.

"You're dead to all of them, Ross." She sneered, pressing the sword even harder. "You're dead to us all!"

And Evelyn fell, dead.

Ross staggered back, both his sword and Evelyn's sword dropping to the ground. Everyone faced Jane, who was behind Evelyn's dead body, a bloody dagger in her hand. Tears stained her eyes as she cried, everyone surrounding her.

Ross took the dagger and held it in his palm, looking at everyone crying in the midnight breeze.

"It's time I told the truth." He said sadly, everyone watching.

It was time.

A/N- Next chapter is the anticipated truth! You ready?

I loved this chapter; did the action scenes excite everyone? I tried; I researched a lot for this ;)

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