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LAST CHAPTER! SORRY IT IS SO SHORT BUT THANK YOU TO ALL MY READERS AND REVIEWERS AND FAVOURITES AND ALERTS AND ALL THAT LOT!

Strawberry-fluff: Wow O_O Depressing but an interesting storyline. It would be cool if they continued to have families and live in the FAYZ:L But eventually they would all die!

Chapter Twenty: "We Haven't Seen The Last Of Drake."

"Are you sure he's gone?" Diana asked, sitting up in the bed to stare down at him in the eyes.

"Positive." Caine lied, of course he wasn't sure! He never actually saw the body. But he pretended he had to set Diana's nerves at ease. And even if he did tell her the truth then she would just keep asking him more questions until he did lie to her. Might as well skip out the middle part.

"OK." Diana mumbled, she lay back down and buried her face into the crock of Caine's neck. She kissed his shoulder gently before she relaxed into his arms again.

It had been weird coming back to Coates and bossing everyone around like nothing happened. Caine gave Sam no chance to explain to anyone when they stopped at the egd of Perdido beach, he kicked him out of the car, grabbed Diana, and left for Coates. Then he explained only when everyone was back to doing as he said. They were trying to pretend that everything was normal again...

Caine sat up slightly and lifted Diana's chin so he had a chance to very gently kiss her lips.

"What was that for?" Diana smirked.

"It's Friday." he shrugged.

"Actually I think it is Saturday." it was hard to keep track of the days in the FAYZ, Diana had a calander somewhere that she crossed off every morning but she had no idea where it was exactly ever since Drake came back and messed everything up again.

"Well then let me try again." he said, giving her another kiss, this time deeper.

For once, being with power hungry Caine really did not seem to be about taking over the FAYZ or getting rid of Sam. And Diana liked it that way. He used to be like this when they were in school but the FAYZ changed him. Maybe the old Caine wasn't completely lost...

Meanwhile At Perdido Beach...

Sam was sitting down on a large comfortable chair beside of Astrid. She was staring at Little Pete as he sat on the floor in front of their feet, completely drawn into his gameboy even though he had long since lost the power or the charger to it. The two were silent for a long moment before Astrid turned in her seat to face him.

"Well at least there is one less enemy in the FAYZ," Astrid commented quietly. They hadn't spoken much since Sam explained what had happened while Lana patched him up. They just came back to there home so that Sam could rest and Astrid spent most of her time caring for Pete or making something to eat. They were not really needed anywhere else.

"Yeah. We'll all be better without Drake around." Sam nodded, sharply.

Astrid nodded, then leaned over and pecked Sam's cheek. "I really am glad you're safe."

"Me too." Sam grinned, wrapping his arms around her, hugging her tightly to his chest.

"But..." Astrid said slowly, "I don't think it is the end... We haven't seen the last of Drake."

"Of course it is. We finished him off." Sam said, he was sure. He nodded his head and ignored the other comments Astrid tried to put up that he might not be dead. Sam did not want Drake coming back. And he would deny it.

They stayed there for a while. Without Drake there only enemies would be Caine and the rest of the nut jobs at Coates, even then most of them would be more of an annouance rather than an enemy. But at least they were no where near as crazy and blood hungry as Drake, most of them where just power hungry, which surprisingly was a big difference.

"I'm tired. We should get some sleep." Sam said finally, they really had nothing else to say to one another and the sun was beginning to set.

Astrid nodded silently and watched Pete again. She cuddled up against Sam's side and was quiet for a while. But then Sam heard Astrid's breathing soften and she mumbled slightly in her sleep. She had already disapeared into dream land.

He was careful to turn around so that he could pick her up, carrying her to the stairs without waking her. He was as quick as he could be without disturbing her. Dropping her gently down into the bed and tucking her in. When he was done, he leaned down and gently kissed her temple, stroking a strand of her blond hair out of her face.

Sam jogged back down to pick up Pete and settle him down in his own room across from theres so he could also go to sleep in his own time before he went back and climbed into the bed beside of Astrid. He wrapped his arm around of him and shut his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. It did not take him very long before he drifted to sleep as well and for once he did not have a nightmare of Drake attacking them with his whip hand. Instead his sleep was dreamless.

Everyone was drifting to sleep. There were a few people set up as guards around of Perdido Beach but even they were growing heavy eye lids and sliding down against the walls and trees.

A while away, in a cave that was mostly blocked by large bolders, Drake was shaking in pure agony. He could feel himself slowly slipping away. His mind was beginning to fade out. He had managed to keep himself together for so long but now it was just too much. He half wanted to cry but he couldn't find the tears. His whole body was aching and burning with sharp stings thumping around in his skull.

He began to swear. Angry bursts of swear words spitting it out of mouth. It was the only thing he could do.

Suddenly Drake heard a voice in his head. It was the Darkness.

Do you want me to save you?

"YES!" Drake tried to shout, but it came out more as a cough and a warm copper taste filled his mouth.

Will you give the rest of your life to serve only me? Nothing you want matters any more. You live to be mine.

"YES!" Drake coughed, again, not even caring about the price.

He recieved no answer. He felt himself slowly blacking out but he no longer fought against it. He trusted the Darkness would save him somehow, and when it did he would get his revenge on Sam for losing him his pet. When Sam was out of the way, he would get his pet back for good. Caine would be his... There was no way he would let him slip through his fingers the next time.

THE END

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