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The Debt~Part Twelve: Finale!

TW: Language. Extreme violence. Extreme Angst. Extreme Domestic Violence. Half fluff, half smut. I do not own any characters but ask that you do not publish this fanfiction without my permission on any other platform. Please and thank you.

SUMMARY: A game of survival changes you and Rafe’s fate indefinitely…

WORD COUNT: 4700

The Debt: Part Twelve

Ward Cameron was the epitome of a Machiavellian. Polished and sleek with his graying hair and peroxide smile, he was innocuous and even charming upon first introductions. Hell, you thought so yourself when you first met him and even when coming to his office on occasion to see your mother. But behind the overpriced clothes and accompanying cologne of equal vulgar pricing, he was anything but harmless.

Of course, he hid this well behind his self-made pedigree in eloquence and bribes masked as donations. But you have come to learn him well. Specifically knowledgeable that being alone in a room with him would prove fatal. Deadly nightshade incarnate, a devil waiting to claim dominance over what he believed to be fragile. But of those who had rivaled him in his past, none were quite like you. After all, if you were able to handle Rafe, as even he seemed exasperated to remain a father to his son, what was he but a mere obstacle to your happiness as you had Rafe practically on his knees for you.

“I was hoping to get a minute alone with you…” Your eyes had already surveyed every possible escape route by the time these words lingered in the air. But from the distance from you to either the side door leading back into the party or the window at your back, the obstacles of locks made you well aware it would result in your swift imprisonment. Instead, you decided to buy time until Pope would return.

“Oh?” You fought the urge to tell him to go to hell or flip him off as your finger began to inflate in his direction at the thought, but managed to keep it at bay when thinking of not only your safety but that of Rafe and the pogues if your intentions were to be uncovered. Yet as he began to round the desk, fingertips tracing a pristine and well organized counter, you had no choice but to counter him, or risk being too close for comfort.

“I wanted to apologize…” He now rested before his own laptop, still wearing the hacked files courtesy of you and Pope having worked as a team. As your eyes peripherally scanned the door while also keeping half attention on him, you watched as his conniving smile developed behind his beard.

“But THEN I recognized a few faces that had no business being here…and realized you are FAR more cunning than I thought-” Well aware any attempt to remain polite or indifferent would only delay the inevitable, you set towards the door with enough speed to blur the space around you in a swiftness that was simply not quick enough. With a hand to your neck to keep you quiet, you were taken just beside the door, teasingly with your fingertips able to brush the knob as you tried it.

“I truly underestimated you…” His words, slick with a guttural timbre informing you of his inappropriate interest in you, you turned away as he forced you to stare at him. For a moment, you were driven to think of how Rafe must have felt in his most primitive years, looking at this man, as he saw him as an idol, treating him with such hatred. It was the thought of Rafe and the life you wanted to give him away from his father that kept you fighting for your freedom.

Grunting and squirming in an attempt to break free, he would only laugh at you, well aware your greatest attempts to break free were unrivaled to his effortless strength against you. Much like Rafe, you were powerless, but unlike your husband, you weren’t willing now like you would have been with him.

“Did you really think a few files would have changed anything?” He scoffed.

“I paid my debt to you-” His brows rose as if genuinely surprised by your words.

“Your MOTHER was the one who held the debt to me. HER debt was to get Rafe off my hands by convincing you to marry him. But YOUR debt…” His eyes trailed down your body, enough to understand his most sadistic of intentions via his wandering gaze.

“YOUR debt is to ME-I own you-” As he managed to let down his guard just enough to be unaware of your lingering fingers, you happened upon a heavy book, using it to hit him beside the head and move towards the door. But just as you pulled it open, managing to squeal for help, muffled by the music and chatter nearby, you were apprehended once again. Now, taken back to the desk by the back of your neck.

“Son of a bitch! Get off of me! Asshole!” You ridiculed as he drug you through your fight, dodging your kicks and claws, until he had you over the desk.

“I’ve wanted you since the first moment you stepped into my office looking for your mom…” He bent down over your back, your body chilled into stone to his words.

“Luckily for me, your mom was a little too greedy and gave me JUST what I needed to keep you close…” His fingers pulled your dress to expose your lack of panties as he growled.

“I take it my son is responsible?” He chuckled, the sound of his belt sending your fingers in a frenzy over the desk. But with the only things nearby either too heavy to lift or completely useless, you were left at God’s will and his mercy alone.

“Fuck. You-” You clenched, not wanting to beg or plead as you knew this would only inflate his ego that much more, make his victory that much sweeter. If he intended to take you by force, you weren’t going to make it enjoyable for him.

The sound of his zipper coming down made your eyes close tightly for just a moment before a miracle happened by a sudden shift made by you and his lust leaving him capturing you with only one hand. A mere inch allowed you to take hold of a small statue on his desk, lighter than how it first appeared, but heavy enough to do damage, as you used quick succession to strike him down. The cling of the metal to his face validated the impact as you didn’t dare to look back and just charged for the door. Yet he was resilient as the cockroach he was synonymous to, grasping at your ankle and sending your head to collide with the table off center of the room, disorienting you enough to keep you from fleeing immediately. Yet the feeling of his body weighing you down charged your adrenaline enough to endorse you once again, but now with him straddling you flat.

“I WAS going to be gentle…But we both know how you like it rough, don’t we?” He was maniacal, his hands slipping to the top part of your dress, your hands lodged beneath his thighs in the specific way he held you. Lifting your legs as high to his back as you could to try and knee yourself free, he only grinned wider before ripping your dress apart. Exposing you to him, the cold air like ice to your skin. Without the ability to free yourself, you had one last action in your repertoire.

“Nothing to say?” He teased, the sudden spray of your saliva cast up to him in disgust as he lifted his hand to wipe it, allowing you the space needed to thrust upwards and knock him to the side. But this only made him amused.

“You’ll never get away with this, Ward. If you do anything to me, Rafe will-”

“My son is too afraid of everything to ACT on it. He’d still be using training wheels if I hadn’t torn him off when he was four…You should be thanking me. I made him who he was…Without me, he’s-”

“He IS the way he is without you! You abandoned him and abused him-”

“I had to correct him! I had to show him it was wrong…” Something dark altered Ward’s amusement into deception.

“Much like I have to show you…” Suddenly his fingers came around your throat, squeezing hard enough with a steady strength that increased as if enjoying the thrill of watching you strain. Your knees began to flail in desperation, choking on air you desperately needed, as your eyes began to flutter with the tease of life leaving your gaze. The claw marks made, the desperate swallows, the pleading in your eyes did nothing but motivated him to silence you…permanently.

What you believed to be the fingers of death having taken mercy on your asphyxia, the choking sensation came to a cessation. But once you were able to adjust your gaze to your surroundings, your hands immediately assessing the damage to your neck that was more visible to those nearby than yourself, you realized that it was not divine intervention that kept you alive, but Rafe. He held Ward by the collar of his shirt, using his knuckles as his outlet for years of abuse and neglect brought to this moment.

“Rafe?” You choked, voice made raspy by Ward’s attempts to claim your life, you found how your pleas, even hushed by the blunt force of your husband’s, continued contact of knuckles to jaw, did nothing but motivate him to continue.

“You think you can have anything just because you want it?! You think you can touch HER?! You’re fucking dead!” Reving up to project another blow, you would catch onto his arm out of the desperation of needing hsi support. You couldn’t care less if Ward had brain damage or internal bleeding, you just wanted the comfort of the one person you could truly rely on. The irony that this had been Rafe Cameron, a man you hated not even three months ago, was not lost on you. But you damned the red flags to hell. You were too dizzy, too achy, and too emotional to listen to anything but the pulling of your skin yearning for him in a way beyond sex.

“Rafe…Please…” You began to sob, tears realigning his motivations as he pulled his father closer to him.

“You so much as look at her again…I’ll fucking kill you.” He released his dad before moving over to you, finding how it was difficult for you to stand.

“We have to go…” You pleaded, voice remaining weak and consciousness fleeting from the mix of trauma, both physical and mental, from the last handful of minutes that felt like an eternity. But Rafe looked back to his father, who was groaning, but otherwise immobile.

“Come on, baby…” Rafe swept your arm over his shoulder, using his effortless strength to lead you to the door, where he reached to grant you the peace of an exit, before Ward spoke at your back.

“You’re dead already. Both of you.” He uttered behind a gurgling sound caused by blood gathered in his mouth. As Rafe moved to retaliate, you trembled within his arms.

“Please, Rafe…” Your pleas, tears, and shudders convinced him where your words would have otherwise gone ignored. He nodded rather slowly, as if thinking of an alternative, before opening the door to find Sarah on the other side of the threshold. You were half prepared to rev your own punch in her direction if she were to try and stop you. But when she made note of your wounds, Rafe’s knuckles, and the genuine look of fear over her brother’s face-which was a first for her, she seemed to understand.

“Go…” She surprised you both as you looked to Rafe, finding him matching your bewilderment to his sister.

“GO!” She said again, urging you to leave, as you were taken out of a side exit. But before you were able to cross from the interior of the house unaffected by Ward’s selfishness, possibly even reveling in what he had to offer, you collapsed from your wounds and your anxieties. Rafe took you within his arms, head against his shoulder and legs collected over his forearm, before taking you to his truck.

“Oh my God!” Kiara exclaimed.

“What the hell happened?” John B added as you were taken to the aforementioned rendezvous spot, set within the passenger side of his truck, your eyes fighting to remain pried. But to their continued questions, Rafe only seemed to grow more heated.

“YOU were supposed to make sure he didn’t touch her! I trusted you because SHE did! Won’t be making that mistake again!” He explained through clenched teeth.

“Rafe…” You muttered, well aware the true culprit was lying bloody within his office, not before the both of you.

“Fucking pogues…Good for nothings-”

“Stop it…” You pleaded, moving back out of the car.

“It’s WARD not…not th-them…” Suddenly everything became too heavy and your head was a victim to this affected equilibrium. Before you could correct your stance or fight for a remaining consciousness, gravity pulled you to her greedy grasp. The last thing you would hear was your name spoken in a worried unison before feeling a familiar hold capture you just before you would have been one with the grass.

When you awoke, your eyes took a moment to adjust to the room illuminated solely by the moonlight shone in through gently parted curtains. It was enough to understand you were in one of the more secluded rooms within The Chateau as it was safe away from Ward and his reach-possibly the only place to claim such a title as he wasn’t aware it even existed. At least from what you knew.

But your thoughts quickly left the pending arrival of your father-in-law as your eyes made out a figure on the side of the bed. You knew the silhouette well.

“Rafe?” But you found that your acknowledgement of him only seemed to anger him as he was on his feet, turned away from you, and now standing before the window. Struggling to stand, you did so slowly, before moving towards him, your fingers running over his shoulders to try and ease what you believed to be guilt of his misplaced anger.

“Rafe…”

“Don’t!” He charged, revealing through his words that he had been crying due to the sniffle and sudden beads of tears made luminescent by the moonlight.

“Don’t tell me you’re fine. Don’t tell me it’s okay-because it’s not! It-I just-Fuck!” His hand came to a small collection of unimportant and discarded bottles now forced to the floor by this sudden outlet.

“But I am-”

“Bullshit! I did this to you!” Your expression lifted into pity at how having you both endured this and he still blamed only himself. The idea pained you in a way you could only feel for someone you loved. And you knew, baggage, pain, anger issues and all, you loved Rafe with a passion that could leave you certifiable. But at least you had him…You just wanted him to see that-to know that.

“If I would have just left it alone-left YOU alone, you wouldn’t be bleeding-”

“You wouldn’t be either…” You added. But in your attempt to nurse him with your kindness, he pushed you away.

“Stop-” He shrugged you off.

“Rafe! I had one night of Ward-you’ve had an entire lifetime of it-”

“And you wouldn’t have HAD to if not for me! He’s right, okay! I can’t do anything for you! I can’t provide for you! I can’t BE anything but a let down to you-” You couldn’t stomach how he spoke of himself and then decided to silence him with a kiss. But once allowing you this momentary connection for just that, a moment, he retreated.

“Please, Rafe…” You begged. “I need to feel you…” You urged, desperate to replace the memory of Ward’s touch with Rafe’s. You needed the familiarity, the distraction, even the confusing peace it brought to you.

“Please…” You begged again, fingers running through his hair as he spoke your name behind a troubled exhale. He was hesitant for a time, eyeing you as if trying to understand the truth behind your words. When he didn’t move, you kissed him again. Only this time, he would pull back completely.

“I won’t fuck you like this…” His words pulled your lips apart in objection. It wasn’t even about the sex for you. It was about the comfort offered by his embrace and his touch alone. You needed to relish in it. But instead, came the softness of his hands to your cheeks, brushing away tears you weren’t aware had even fallen.

“I’m going to make love to you…” The words, almost vulgar from lips usually cruel, sent him into you until you were against the bed.

Fingers slowly pulling apart what remained of your dress, he kissed your lips for only a moment before moving that same kiss to your neck. Without the need of words to do so, it was as if he attempted to alter any pain you felt on your skin to that of his lips for his own consumption as he focused only on your wounds. The pressure was soft, but still left your skin on fire from how his care radiated behind this. Possession exchanged for passion as his lips, his tongue, his touch, all rivaled what you previously knew of him. But as always, he knew exactly what you needed without you having to ask, even without you understanding it yourself.

“Let me love you…yeah?” You nodded slowly as his hands cascaded your curves, leaving you in only your bra as he claimed your panties earlier that day, a time before the trauma and the pain. But as always, he managed to manifest it into a lust that grew more amorous with each exchange.

“Lay back…” He guided you onto the bed, assisting you until you were comfortable, as he lowered to the foot of the comforter. Taking your legs over his shoulders, he silently kissed the seam of your thigh, the feeling of his tears on your skin somehow intensifying beyond what his tongue or fingers could-but he remained steadfast to try.

Your eyes erupted in a series of flutters to the stripe made with his tongue, slow in savoring you. He remained this way, tasting you, drawing away your troubles with the perfect unison of tongues and fingertips delving into you until his knuckles extended to that curve to your g-spot. Toes curling behind his back, your body responded quickly to his attempts.

“Rafe…” You breathed. “Need to feel you inside-” He suddenly withdrew his lips, your eyes finding his usual smirk when he rose from you this way now absent from his face, but now present with a gloss left from you having dripped on him.

“This is about you tonight, baby girl. All you.” He returned to your center, making your body shudder how he elongated his tongue inside of you, between you, curled his fingers-did everything you didn't know you needed. In what was usually rough, even painful, was now blissful, attentive, and completely selfless. Soft breaths against your thighs, French kisses to your clit, and fingers bringing you to pulsate and writhe, pulling you to that cusp of desperation.

“Rafe! Fuck!” You squealed. “I need you-” You pleaded, pulling at his hair. Only this time, he would hover over you, shifting the bed behind you to his movements. Dismantling his belt as you pulled apart his dress shirt, still stained with blood, ignoring how the sight dampened you that much more to know the lengths he would go to protect you.

The once harsh grip on your jaw was present more in guidance than possession as he turned your head to expose your neck to him. One soft kiss sent chills through every nerve recently on fire.

“Nobody will ever touch you again. I promise you, baby…Only me…” You nodded, finding his lips through the darkness while his fingers pulled your hands above your head. Holding them softly yet firmly in place with one hand, he used his other to continue undressing himself until he could release his quivering erection to you. Just as you had never known kindness like this from Rafe, he had never experienced it with someone else. He had never cared to before you. But you made him want to. You made him want to care.

“Uhh-Ah!” You winced for a moment, never quite prepared for his girth, as his hand wrapped around your mouth.

“I don’t want anyone to stop this…Not until you’re satisfied.” Your eyes came into a roll. You managed to get a hint of that cold and possessive man you had come to love as he continued his thrusts, moving slow and deep, wanting to learn your body once again. This time, proving to himself that he could be just this way-just for you.

“Fuck-” He clenched his jaw, his body tightening to how eagerly you responded to him. His nails lifting your hips to meet him, your breathing only endorsing his motions, your fingers leaving lines of evidence to how thoroughly he moved within you. It was as if he used each thrust as an apology and for this, you wanted him to be eternally sorry.

“I’m-” You warned, the way he played with your clit having brought you to this edge, tears brimming in your eyes at the feeling. He nodded, your internal spasms having informed him in unison to your confession.

“Cum-cum for me, baby.” He breathed low into your ear, your body arching beneath him as he followed your high, “Mine…You’re mine-MINE!” He spoke possession in every synonym available as you nodded, mouths parted in a reflection of one another, as he joined your orgasm to you having agreed by mouthing ‘yours’.

But as you would usually find yourself abandoned in a cold sweat customary for your afterglow of being with Rafe, you were instead pulled into his chest, where he kept you as a promise of his protecting you, returning you against him for every time you attempted to readjust.

You would awake that next morning to the deafening screech of the front screen door driving you to wrap yourself in Rafe’s dress shirt and witness the origin for such a noise.

“Sarah?” You quickly eyed the space behind her. “Is Ward with you?”

“Of course not.” Her eyes fell in pity for a moment and then became swallowed in guilt. “Wheezie saw what happened…She…I’m not saying I agree with my brother or even your methods…but my dad can't get away with this. And…I think you’ve been good for Rafe…” To this, your heart lightened. Even more so as she produced a flashdrive between her fingers.

“This is what you need to take him down.” Rafe suddenly emerged from behind you, having heard the conversation since she arrived as he sensed your abandoning of him. Sarah continued as she saw him.

“You deserve to have a life. And maybe getting away from dad will be what you need.” She directed this towards Rafe. “But once you do this, you have to be sure…” She extended the drive to you.

“Are you sure?” You looked up to Rafe, who seemed conflicted, his hand coming around your hips to pull you into him.

“Absolutely.” He finally answered.

“Then let’s take the bastard down-” JJ suddenly added, revealing the core pogues made awake by your conversation.

“P-4-L?” Pope questioned as Kiara rolled her eyes, setting her hand in the infantile joining of hands.

“To freedom?” Kiara added.

“To answers…” John B scoffed.

“To second chances…” Sarah’s eyes fell to John B as her words held a double meaning of hope.

“Of making things right…”” Rafe now looked at you.

“To us.” You finalized. “Kooks and pogues alike.”

“I think we should smoke on it-” JJ broke the otherwise awkward silence left by the ascension of hands joining in victory, even if celebrated early.

“That’s your answer for everything…” Kiara said with an eye roll.

“And it hasn’t steered me wrong yet-”

The group joined together once more, suddenly made friends by a mutual enemy who would learn just how devoted you were to your task.

SIX MONTHS LATER

“Rafe?” You questioned, joining him at the fire ablaze in victory of the verdict passed down by the judge earlier that day.

Ward Cameron found guilty on accounts of murder, embezzlement, attempted murder-the list was endless. But the smoking gun came from Big John’s return to the living, having been hiding due to Ward all of this time. With his difficult to dispute, your and your mother’s testimony, and those he had wronged in the past that couldn’t wait to help lock him away, the jury decided within record time that the once picture perfect patriarch was guilty. But as so many celebrated this victory, you couldn’t help but feel guilty to join in their happiness when seeing how it affected the man you loved.

“Rafe?” You called his name again as he took his fingers to your waist until you sat over his lap.

“Drink?” You offered kindly as he accepted it. This was how it had been the last several weeks. He was always quiet, but always in need of you. During the day, he had to have his hands on you, and at night, he proved his love in the soft possession of what it meant to truly belong to one another as lovers.

“Are you okay?” You asked now as he shrugged. “You know, you can talk to me about it…''You explained, hands traveling down his back and returning upwards to comfort him with this caress.

“I just…” He let out a sigh.

“It’s okay…to be sad…” His eyes shot up in confusion.

“I’m not…I’m not sad, baby…I’m just trying to figure out…how to pay you back…” Now you looked at him in misunderstanding.

“Pay me back?” You laughed behind the echo of his words.

“I’m free. YOU made that happen. Baby, I haven’t done a line since we’ve been married-and the one time I tried, you…” You smiled in remembering how that moment had ended. He cocked his jaw for a moment before continuing.

“You saved me…Your hard head and stubbornness…YOU…” He shook his head, the realization hitting you both of how extraordinary you found how something so pure could come from two hearts once so tainted. His hand rose to your cheek.

“That’s ALL I need baby…You and me…” He supplied a gentle kiss to your lips. “Now…do YOU want me to get YOU a drink? You’ve been waiting on me for the last hour…” To this, your face illuminated.

“Actually…I can’t…”

“I forgot…You’ve been feeling sick…I thought it was because of the trial…Do you feel ANY better now that it’s over?”He asked, completely compassionate.

“No…I mean…Yeah…I think I’ll feel a LOT better in about seven months…” His face pulled back in uncertainty.

“Nine months? What do you-” The realization behind his eyes sent him to his feet. “Are you serious? You’re-” Everyone now looked at you, the news heard due to his reaction.

“I didn’t want to tell you until I was sure. Sarah and I went to the doctor this morning-” Before you could continue your explanation, you were swept in his arms and spun before being landed back on your soles. His hand then moved to your stomach as he apologized, relief and hope having returned to his eyes. For the first time, a bliss that didn’t come from sex or deviance. This was from love.

“I for one think that ‘pogue’ is a VERY good name for a baby-” JJ added, pulling a blunt from his lips.

“OR JJ, I’m not picky-” Kiara took the blunt from his lips, extinguishing it and berating him for even smoking around you.You rolled your eyes to their banter, hoping one day they would swallow their pride and cross that line and know the happiness you had with Rafe. But as the group began to playfully argue over names for your unborn child, Rafe leaned in to you, forehead set against yours.

“I love you…” Words you once rejected at just the thought once upon a time, now brought peace that you weren’t even aware you needed. But they were spoken in repetition from this day forward, proven every night, and never left to question. Your hearts indebted to each other for having saved one another. Undeniable and passionate-sometimes too intense to handle without going a little crazy. But that was what it was like to love Rafe. And as you loved Rafe, he loved you twice as much…

THE END

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"I...want to meet him." Soth said, looking up from the poster.

"They're on the move now; they seem to stop in larger towns and cities, where the League hasn't become a problem, yet." Helena said.

"More money... and no cat cries of 'Abomination' or 'Half-Man', it makes sense." William said.

"Half-Man?, why didn't you tell me it was that bad?" Joey asked. "Soth, I'm so sorry..."

"I'm not the first... person...to endure name calling; I won't be the last, either." Soth said.

It was Joey's turn to put hand on shoulder, "Wait 'till I get a shot at them; those Jesus Freaks won't know what the Hell hit 'em."

Helena actually snorted, "There's one I haven't heard in a while..."

"The One God Of The Green Eyes isn't responsible for this..." Soth said, "good old fashioned ignorance and hatred are."

"Don't forget envy..." William said, "there's plenty of that in them too."

"You represent a Paragon; at least to them, one that they can't control, so, in order to keep you under control..." Helena said.

"They ridicule you, they humiliate you, they de-humanize you, to keep the influence your kind might have to a minimum." Joey said.

"And since Soth's race tends to defer to those in power..." Helena said.

"They don't object, or put up much of a fight." Joey said.

"I was right about you..." Helena said, smiling, "come with me for a bit, Joey."

William and Soth stared at her...

"It's okay..." Helena said, "we're just going to talk a little bit, why don't you two enjoy the Jubilee, it's what you came for, and I will do my best to find out where the circus is going next."

"It's okay guys, I'll be okay." Joey said, following Helena out of the booth.

"Well meet back here in an hour, Soth, okay? Joey said.

"An 'hour' you say, I'm kinda rusty on the timekeeping, it's been a while." Helena said.

"Don't worry, I'll keep track." Joey said.

"One hour..." Soth repeated, watching them go.

Meanwhile...

It had been a while; a long while...sixty years, give or take...she wondered if she could catch a glimpse, but...it was crowded, and apparently, the 'performance' only took place after dark...

Then...

"Hello!, and Welcome to the Rainbow Salamander Cirus. I'm Rafe; I see you're here alone, may I accompany you?" He said.

(He doesn't recognize me, well I have changed, and sixty years is a long time, maybe too long for him to remember.) Janice thought.

The two of them made an unusual pair as they walked around the circus; they had lunch, saw the attractions, and he pointed out the little things of interest most people missed. By this time, night had fallen.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go, I have a...rather difficult job to do now." He said.

"I understand; my driver will be waiting for me." Janice said.

"You've had a great life.... that's a comfort..." He began, but suddenly shifted his tone.

"I hope I made your time here at The Rainbow Salamander Cirus.... pleasurable..." He said.

"Come see 'us' again, soon..." He said.

Something about how he said 'us'...

She smiled wanly, "You know...no matter how old we are, physically or mentally, there exists within us the ability to change, often for the better, even if you don't believe it."

He held her hand for a little too long...then released it...

"Be careful going home..." He said.

She watched him from the car as long as she could; he was safe, away from the damn League, not happy, but at least healthy...

That would have to do...for now...

She got home and went directly to bed, where she slept better than she had in years. When she woke up, she found a box waiting for her on the table.

A green emerald, as green as her eyes had once been...and a note...

"Dear Janice,

Yes, I recognized you, how could I not? It was all I could do not to pick you up and swing you around, but I think we both know why that would be unwise.

Your husband truly loved you; we met once, just long enough to get to know each other...

...and we shook hands...so, believe me when I say he truly loved you...

This emerald is one of a few trinkets I managed to save from my old life, so long ago, or at least it seems long ago. Please keep it with you.

As you drove away, watching me, I thought about what you said. I wish I could change; maybe it's a price I pay for being what I am.

There are too many other lives involved for me to just leave....also, it's illegal for our kind to live quietly as you do.

As you left, you took a part of me with you, and when you do go to that Next World, I hope I can meet you there, if it's permitted for me to go.

Love, always...Rafe"

Years later, just before she passed, Janice did three things...

1. She made sure her servants wanted for nothing; at least nothing money could get them.

2. She had the box sealed, and buried with her.

3. With a small amount of money, Janice created a Foundation, one designed to help people of all races escape... difficult situations, where escape seemed impossible. She called it The Nightshade Foundation, which she thought was very clever.

Oddly, every year, on Janice's birthday and on the date of her death, someone would place a fresh red Rose in her tombstone, in a small hole. Oddly, that imperfection wasn't there when the stone was set, and it didn't seem to do any damage to the stone itself. Even stranger, upon inspection, it seemed the hole had been made...by a human finger...by someone that knew what they were doing.

...and someone unbelievably strong....

"Rest In Peace, Janice... I hope I see you soon..."

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