A/N: Last part, y'all! After almost 5 (oh my gosh, five) years, it's here and I can hardly believe it! Sorry about the time. I just simply got overwhelmed with school (I'm graduating in a few months) and family stuff but here it is! Warning: Death and talk of suicide ahead, so please prepare yourself. When I started this story, I forgot to mention rape warnings and such (because it never occurred to me) and I'm sorry for those who need that! This is very fast paced for an ending. Thank you for hanging on for so long and following me on this journey. I appreciate it! Welp, here you go!

Sneaking Myrnin in was actually very easy. He got in the trunk a hundred miles out and although Oliver did have people at the borders guarding and checking cars they didn't check the trunk.

"Ah, the Glass House." Myrnin said when he entered the house from the garage. "It's been many years since I've been here."

"It's been many years since anyone has been here." Michael murmured as he threw his keys on the bare kitchen table. "Blood?"

The rest of the night was spent going over Amelie's instructions and the quick actions they had to take tomorrow because all this had to be done swiftly least Myrnin be discovered.

The plan went off with few obstacles.

After the check in on Amelie at midnight, Myrnin and Michael easily broke into Amelie's prison and broke her out. They had to take out only two other vampires that tried to stop them and Michael was surprised at just how lacking the security was. Oliver had gotten extremely cocky.

They took her back to the Glass House and supplied her with much needed blood. Due to the sympathizing vampire guard, she only needed a boost. On the way out to deal with Oliver, Michael grabbed one of Shane's favorite stakes that he'd left behind: a wooden stake dipped in silver and sharpened to perfection.

Oliver was at his usual headquarters, Common Grounds. In an immense show of power, Myrnin and Amelie subdued a building full of Oliver's followers in less than two minutes. Oliver was found by Amelie seconds later and subdued since he knew he was out-manned. Amelie decided to put Oliver through the same punishment he had tormented her with.

An eye for an eye.

However, Michael had other plans.

After all he'd done to this town and all he'd done to people he cared about, Oliver didn't deserve such a lenient punishment. He deserved something more permanent. So after they weakened him with a lot of silver and left Michael to watch him while Amelie and Myrnin went to discuss future plans, Michael plotted. When he was certain Amelie and Myrnin wouldn't interfere, he quietly put Oliver, extremely weak from the amount of silver in his system, in his car and drove back to the Glass House.

Unlike his predecessor, Michael had no use for putting on a show. He waited for his internal clock to tell him the sun was close to rising then dragged Oliver out to the front yard and drove the stake through his chest so hard that it literally pinned Oliver's body to the ground. Michael, feeling a rage and satisfaction that should have worried him, stood and watched as undisguised pain showed on Oliver's face. He stood there watching until he felt the heat of the sun starting to burn his skin before he flitted into the house. He continued to watch from the window as Oliver's body started to catch on fire. It wasn't one big fire; different parts of his body had tiny sparks until they combined to become a big fire. The fire burned big and bright for almost an hour. He figured it was because of how old Oliver was.

When all that was left of Oliver was dust, the satisfaction he felt was like nothing he had felt before.

Michael felt liberated. He felt avenged. He felt great. He felt free. He felt...alone.

He was alone.

85 years.

He'd lived eighty-five years, majority of which he was nineteen. Living forever seemed great when comparing it to dying, but what about living forever alone? Could an eternity of being without those you cared for most be an eternity worth living? Michael wasn't so sure.

Growing up, he'd always had friends. He was very popular in high school. He had the best friends anyone could ever dream of after high school: a group of people who would die for him and those he would die for. Now they were gone. They were all dead and buried and, thinking about it, he would have been dead and gone too had it not been for one man.

Oliver.

Oliver had ruined his life. First he had made him into a ghost by failing at his attempt to make him a vampire. Trapped in a house day and night, being forced into painful transitions between the two and never being able to help his friends when they were in trouble. Oliver forced him into becoming a vampire by his repeated threats on his friends and because it was the only way out and the only way to help. Oliver had forced Claire to have sex with him then get pregnant. He had forced all of his friends, his family, out of town. He ruined Michael's last shot at real love, the one he could have shared with Claire, had she stayed. He ruined any chance of Michael having any friends in this town.

Now Oliver was dead.

It gave Michael a very great sense of pleasure knowing that he helped in Oliver's demise. Knowing that he was the one to avenge all the wrongs that had been done to him and his family. However, the pleasure only lasted for so long before it faded and another feeling took it's space. An overriding sense of longing and loneliness filled the voids and those voids ran deep into his heart and soul and he didn't know what to do now that those feelings were all the was left...other than death. And, boy, did death sound comforting.

Michael sighed and made his way through the house.

Vampires weren't prone to suicide or suicidal thoughts. It's in their very nature to survive no matter what the cost. He remembered hearing Myrnin say as much to Claire the night before the big battle with Bishop. He understood that now. He could feel his instincts telling him to stop and turn around as he approached the front doors of his empty house. Vampires weren't, but Michael had had enough.

To live a loveless life, an empty life, a lonely life wasn't something he was interested in. He knew, had Oliver not intervened, he'd be dead by now of old age. He would have possibly had a happier life. A life full of friends and family, a wife and children, and so much more.

Pausing at the front door, he looked back and around his house. Memories flooded over him of him and his parents then of Claire and Eve and Shane and so many happy times, some painful, some sad. One memory stuck out the most in this deciding moment...

Coming into the house, Michael was surprised to hear nothing. It was the middle of the day and although Shane was at his meat cutting job and Eve was at Common Grounds, he expected to hear Claire up and walking around. Being a little over six months pregnant made her jittery and she couldn't sit in one place. Focusing his mind on his hearing, he listened. He could hear the ticking of clocks, the hum of the A/C, the scuttle of tiny insects, the dripping of water, the faster beat of a baby's heart, and the slowing beat of another heart.

Panicking that Claire was doing something permanent; Michael sped upstairs and into the bathroom. There he found her completely submerged in water looking as if she were sleep. Ignoring her nakedness, he immediately pulled her up. She opened her eyes with a gasp and he could see the fear fade from her eyes as soon as she saw it was him.

"Michael?! What are you doing in here? I'm naked!"

Letting her go, he turned and grabbed a towel to hand to her. "I'm sorry, but I heard you up here and saw you under the water and thought…"

"And thought what?" She asked as she dressed. When he turned around she was mostly clothed with a huge shirt that was probably Shane's.

He looked away from her. "I kinda thought that you were killing yourself."

There was a heavy silence. "You thought I was killing myself?"

"What else was I supposed to think? I heard your heart slowing and found you drowning yourself!"

She laughed a little. "I just fell asleep. I'm sorry if I scared you."

"Well you should be more careful or you might actually kill yourself and Baby Glass." Michael said playfully.

She laughed a little bit more before a cloud came over her face and it darkened.

"Claire? What's wrong?"

"I've thought about it before, though."

"Thought about what?"

She looked at him for a moment before looking away. "About killing myself."

Michael didn't know what to say. Did he ask her about it? Leave it alone? Hug her? Turned out, he didn't need to do anything.

"It was mainly the weeks after Oliver raped me and I kept having nightmares about it. It was all I could think about, all I dreamed about and I couldn't stand it at times and I just wanted it all to end. I would think of ways to do it subtly: maybe 'accidentally' tripping down the stairs, or 'accidentally' slitting my wrist while making breakfast one morning…"

Michael was horrified. How had he not seen the signs? What if she had decided to act on one of those thoughts?

"Then I found out I was pregnant and it all got worse. I was carrying some random guy's baby, my boyfriend left me, my best friend hated me although she was compelled to forget, and I wasn't ready for any of it. Life was becoming too much to bear and I just didn't think I could do it as a sixteen year old girl. I was so close to ending it all, so close to faking sick on the day of your next concert so I could do the deed while y'all were away and you couldn't stop me."

"What stopped you?"

"The thought of my friends and how heartbroken they'd be; how disappointed you all would be at my weakness. In the end, I decided I couldn't leave you all behind. I had to face my problems, not run away."

Absorbing it all, he hugged her. "Well I'm glad you decided that."

"Me too." There was another silence where he focused on her breathing and her baby's steady heartbeat. He could even feel the thumps of the baby kicking inside of her against his stomach. When they pulled away, she wore a small frown.

"What is it?"

"I had a friend who tried to commit suicide before."

"Really? What happened?"

"Her father was alcoholic and he beat her, her mom, and her brother constantly. She was also being bullied at school. She couldn't handle it anymore one day and took her father's gun and shot herself in the head."

"Oh wow."

"Luckily, or unluckily for her, her mother heard and the paramedics and doctors were able to save her. I went to talk to her after a few weeks to find out why and she told me she just wanted to be at peace. I asked her how it felt and she said there was nothing like pulling the trigger: to feel that immense happiness and peace of freedom after the initial pain. She never had to worry about her dad or the mean kids at the school ever again because they wouldn't be where she was going. They would torment her no longer."

"What did you say to her?"

"That I'd be there if she ever wanted to talk and that I'd listen."

"So what happened to your friend after that?"

A small, sad smile formed on her face. "She pulled the trigger again but this time found what she was looking for."

And like Claire's friend, Michael felt peace as he walked into the sunlight. As the first few rays of sun caught his skin on fire and he really started to burn, Michael thought that he, too, had found what he was looking for after pulling the trigger.

A/N: Again, thanks for sticking with it! Don't hate me! This was the planned ending from the very beginning. Please feel free to let me know your thoughts and feelings! I am open to all reviews! The epilogues were originally gonna be a one-shot called Pulling The Trigger, but I decided against it in favor of keeping the story together. Thanks for y'all's continued support! It means a lot to me!

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