For the one and only person who has reviewed my work since chapter 12

I felt the warmth of Chase's blood run down my arms. I looked down, the blood was deluded with spinal fluid as it dripped to the floor and onto my nightgown. There was weight against the letter opener as Chase went limp. As he fell to the ground a flash of light sparked from his body. I knew it was his power, his soul. I had killed someone. I shut down my thoughts then. It was my survival mechanism. I knew I'd panic.

I was vaguely aware of movement around me. Caleb, grabbing me gently by the waist to bring me away as the rest of the Sons worked on covering up the murder. I held my arms at right angles, only barely noticing the blood leaving spots on the carpet. It was ironic, really. How after all the magic that had been used to try to get rid of Chase, it was a letter opener that did the trick. This caused me to laugh. It was hysterical and manic but I couldn't contain it. Caleb only held me tighter as he washed the blood from my hands; the laughter stopped as I watched it run down the drain.

"I murdered someone." I whispered. I began to shake.

"Raven, that wasn't murder, that was self defense." Caleb stated concentrating on my hands.

I pulled them away. "He's dead either way, and I killed him." I said, "We have to tell the police."

He looked at me. "No, we'll be exposed." He countered, his voice sharp. I was quiet after that. I'd wait to tell Caleb the truth about Alice and Chase later.

(4 years, 7 months later)

"Happy Birthday to you!" I sang with the rest of my miss-matched family. Sarah, Kate, Pogue, Tyler, Reid, Bella, Mrs. Danvers, Caleb, and our one year old son, William Danvers the fourth. The cake in front of Alice had a big green 5 on it. She looked at me, blonde ringlets, baby blue eyes, and a few teeth missing from her otherwise beautiful grin.

We clapped as she blew out her 5 candle and the 5 regular stick ones around it. She was spoiled, it was clear as day as she grinned at Reid. "Uncle Reid, you can have the first piece of cake." she stated. It was funny how the bad boy of Spencer Academy had melted over his "niece". Of course we were all in college now, but the tough guy Reid could almost never say no to Alice. Almost.

"I can't. The first piece is always for the birthday girl." He said, kissing her on the top of the head.

She rounded on me. "Mommy, is he lying?" she asked.

I laughed, "No honey, he's telling the truth."

She frowned a little. "Okay, but Uncle Reid gets the second piece." She said. Then I watched, as my powerful little girl used her power to cut the cake.

this is the end of broken but I am thinking of making a sequel if I get reviews saying people would like that. The sequel would take place with Alice as a teenager going to spencer. if you like that idea let me know.