Hey guys, sorry I took so long to update this, but I only got six reviews so I was a little bit disheartened, but I was gonna post this anyway seeing as it's the end of the story now. Okay, I'm just gonna respond to a few reviews, and then we can get on with the story.

To Georgia, seems I did catch you out, and reading this while you're supposed to be doing homework? Tut, tut... XD Don't worry too much about the reviewing, I just wanted to hear your opinion on how I was using the character that technically you created, since he's a central one. Maybe you'll catch up on reviewing the other chapters you've missed, it's your call, I ain't gonna make you no matter how much I want to know what you think of my writing. :) Oh and don't forget, one of my new stories is gonna be dedicated to you, so I hope you'll check that one out.

To Lina Rush, no I am not crazy at all, and if you're a kick shipper it probably won't happen in Season 4 since Olivia's leaving the show, but you don't see me shoving that down people's faces. And as for how can I make them gay? Well it's actually pretty easy, I just take two guys as the main characters and have them fall for each other. See? Not hard and I haven't even broken a sweat. And don't bother wasting your time calling me disgusting, I've been called far worse (to my face not just here) and there's really no point getting upset over the fact that ultimately I'm not writing for Kick like the majority of people and I hate it. But seriously, you came onto a story that had Jack and Jerry for main characters, under the category's romance and horror? I'm sorry but, what did you think it was gonna be? Jack and Kim kissing under the mistletoe or something? Hell no, I even put that it was slash in the summary, so if you say you didn't see it, well, it's not my problem.

Sorry about that guys, that flame just pissed me off.

I really hope you like this chapter. I know that hardly any of you are gonna say anything, but if you've read from the beginning and haven't said anything, now's a good time to tell me what you thought. People are probably thinking I'm getting too worked up, but when/if you post your own stories, you'll realise how important reviews are, and three or five a chapter doesn't really cut it when you've spent weeks on it.

Enjoy the last ever chapter of Fatal Attraction, it's been a fun ride and I never thought it would go anywhere or people would actually like it. Thanks for everyone who's supported me throughout this story, and I'll (hopefully) see some of you when I post my new Jarry stories. :-)

This was it.

My old life was rapidly slipping away with each mile the car burned onto the highway.

My heart was hammering in my chest and I felt like my veins were going to burst from how hard my pulse was thundering. I was a sick man, I had decided before Jack and I started driving. I had decided that in order for me to completely leave my life behind - making sure no demons would follow me and become skeletons in the closet - I had to go the same way as my Dad; a car accident.

How can I put my Mum through that? I thought, shuddering in revulsion at the thought of my 'dead' mangled body being pulled from a twisted black wreck of metal. She had already gone through it with dad and she was a mess for weeks; a complete shell of herself, only feigning smiles when Macy came to offer comfort. I swallowed hard as my death would break her - break her spirit, soul, her - forever.

"You don't have to do this you know," Jack spoke up over the roaring of the car's engine, sensing my discomfort. He took one hand off the steering wheel and rested it on my own shaking one. I couldn't do this, but I knew I had to; I couldn't stop clinging to this town, my family, when I was supposed to be letting go to start afresh.

"Technically you're doing it," I said in a shaky voice, trying to calm down, but I couldn't. Mum's tear-stained face from when Dad had died kept flashing in front of my face and Macy's unknowing voice asking Mum why I wasn't waking up rang in my ears. "You're the one driving." I turned away from Jack, taking my hand back and staring out the window. An imaginary clock started ticking in my head as the surroundings blurred outside the window.

"Hey, look at me," Jack whispered. He curled his hand underneath my chin, pulling my head away from the window and I meekly let him pull me away. "I may not know what it's like to be loved by your parents, but losing them..." his voice trailed off in remembrance, staring up at the road ahead and loosening his grip on my chin to turn the car. "It gets easier, I promise," he whispered to me, taking his eyes away from the road to penetrate my eyes with his steely gaze.

My nerves were slowly edging away, although the guilt remained. I was glad Jack was doing this; I wouldn't have even been able to get my shaking hand to open the car door if I had had to do this myself. My life was technically in his hands but I trusted him enough to let him ram my car purposely into a highway barrier that would 'kill' us both.

"I love you," I whispered as the car was speeding closer and closer to the barrier. Jack pressed harder on the accelerator pedal, the new speed of the car pinning me back into the seat.

"I love you too." He broke his focus long enough to kiss me quickly, the car swerving out of control. It was mostly luck that the road was deserted - for what reason, I didn't know - otherwise we really could have killed somebody. Nobody else needed to die today except me.

The imaginary clock was back, ticking loud and fast over the blood pumping in my ears. It suddenly stopped as tires screeched long black tracks into the road and the brakes halted abruptly, sending the car tumbling head-first over the barrier.

Three minutes. The roof of the car smashed against the ground, demolishing the windows, crushing Jack and I under the weight of it.

Two minutes. The car flipped back into its original position, juggling me around inside it. My head smashed repeatedly against the window frame, shards of still-attached glass scratching and piercing my head. My eyes were beginning to grow heavy and droop as my blood vessels burst slowly, one by one, engulfing my brain.

One minute. The car tumbled onto its side for a final time and I blacked out abruptly, the sound of my neck snapping ricocheted loudly in my ears.

Tick, tock goes the internal clock...

"We are gathered here today to mourn the tragic loss of Jerry Martinez, a loving older brother and a loving son. He will be dearly mourned and missed by many..." the Vicar announced solemnly, bowing his head and closing his small bible as a wave of silence crept into the atmosphere.

Figures dressed in black were scattered around the graveyard, the air filled with sadness, the wind whispering with their unshed tears. What made everything more pathetic, was that the person that they were mourning, wasn't even inside to be mourned.

After the car 'accident' had snapped my neck, Jack had forced his way out of the wreckage that had been my car, and moved my body to the driver's seat, cleverly positioning it so that it looked like I had been the only one in the car. After I had woken up - I had to play dead so no-one suspected anything - feeling extremely dizzy, the car was swarmed with paramedics, ME's, Police officers... and my Mum, while she watched in horror.

I heard her pleas and tears while the Police were holding her back from leaping to where I was laying; they were filled with such desperation, such refusal to believe it was me, that I nearly opened my eyes to sooth her. It took absolutely everything inside of me not to do it.

Moments after I was loaded into the ambulance, I had to lay still while she identified me down in the morgue, confirming her worst fears in a cracked voice. As the pallbearers came to carry me away, her hand grasped out to grab at me, not wanting to let me go. She was forced to watch, sobbing and crying as yet another person she loved was carried through the doors of a morgue.

Before they could perform an autopsy on me, I heard Jack compelling them and I was soon being carried to be buried, although Jack compelled them once more, telling them they were off-duty and to go home and forget what they saw. Jack had locked the coffin I was supposed to be in and had buried it himself.

I had been watching mourners gather in the graveyard to sob their hearts out over an empty coffin since then.

"You don't have to stay and watch you know," Jack said from beside me, rubbing my shoulder comfortingly. I fought back the tears that were raging a storm behind my eyes. Nothing could ease the pain of seeing my Mum in despair to the point of no return. I had heard the saying, 'Time heals all wounds', but I wasn't sure if it was true. Especially for someone who was immortal.

"No, I want to," I said softly. Jack patted my shoulder and walked off, leaving me to watch through the bushes. I had to see this through to the end; I had to know Mum was going to be alright. I was praying with everything I had inside me that Macy would be alive long enough to carry Mum through the rest of her life. She was running on a fine thread now.

I looked back towards the graveyard and Mum was speaking through her tears, to all my loved one's whose hearts were breaking. "I'll never forget when I had to go and identify him down in the morgue." her voice broke, but she sniffled and continued, "It was one of the most... horrifying things I have ever had to do in my life," she whispered.

Fresh tears rolled down her face and I swore I felt my heart lurch. "It was like I'd fallen into my worst nightmare, I had already went through it with Jerry's father, and now him," she finished. She looked like she was desperate to say more, but she just buried her head into her sister's - my Aunt Carol - shoulder.

I sighed, taking a deep breath and I let my tears fall freely down my face, There was still so much I wanted, so much I needed, to say to her; so many lies I had to apologise for and come clean about, but it was too late now. I felt like my Mum was the one in the coffin, that it wasn't an empty space of air supposedly harbouring her son.

My throat closed up as an onslaught of tears threatened to overthrow me. I turned away from the funeral and felt Jack's arms around me in a gentle embrace. "Jerry," he murmured softly, stroking my hair while I cried silently. I was sure Jack was going to snap at me for crying since it was something he deemed a weakness, but he didn't. He just held me until I calmed down and the lump in my throat dissolved.

Wiping my eyes after ten minutes or so had passed, I looked back towards the graveyard. It was deserted and the coffin was plastered with bright-colored flowers and one of Macy's favourite Carebear bears. Not a single inch of the polished oak wood was showing and it made the guilt rise as I walked closer to it with Jack by my side.

It nearly ripped me apart inside to know that so many people were devastated over my death. A death I hadn't even endured, to make matters worse.

I delved into my pockets, keeping my eyes firmly trained on the slowly burning fire in front of me, and pulled out a sealed letter. It had no name, no postcode, no address; it was just a blank vessel that held the last ties I had with my old life.

Wordlessly and with a sigh, I tossed it into the fire. A huge weight lifted from my shoulders as it hissed and crackled, rapidly turning the paper to ashes. I was now free to start again, free to make all new mistakes and disastrous choices that would put me in danger. I was no longer bound here, although it was hard, it felt uplifting.

Mum,

I'm sorry for the pain I must be putting you through, but I just can't live in this town anymore, for reasons I can't and will never be able to explain to you. There are things you can't know and things I can never tell you.

Ever since I'd met Jack and fallen in love with him, I've been having to live with a gnawing at my stomach knowing that I would have to leave you and Macy behind one day. I thought I could push the thought away, fight it, and I did, for a while at least until it became too much.

But now that day's here, it feels like one of the worst decisions I've ever made in my life, but I can't live as a ghost forever, clinging onto what I need to let go of. I never wanted to, but that's just the harsh reality of the supernatural world everyone lives amongst.

I'm a vampire, ageless and immortal, and I can't deny it. It's been there since I became a slayer and it's a part of me now and the thought of leaving you the same way Dad left us may seem twisted and will definitely hurt you, I had to do it. I couldn't let his death haunt me forever and 'dying' the way I was supposed to - in the car with him - helped me let go.

I don't want you to think any of this was your fault, because it wasn't. It was just the inevitable coming all too fast.

I hope that sometimes you'll look back on all the time we've spent together and remember that no matter what, you were always there for me, putting a smile on my face. Smiles that all felt real. I'll miss you. But at least I'll have the satisfaction of knowing that everything will get better with time and Macy's help.

I love you so much, but I just can't live in this world anymore. I'm sorry.

"Hey," Jack wrapped his arm around my waist and I rested my head on his shoulder. "Happy birthday."

(10 years later)

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A series of grunts and screams broke out from the back garden. I looked out the window, straying away from the blood bag I was about to open, and saw Carlos and Jack fighting. Jack threw Carlos down and hissed, baring his sharp fangs at him while Bailey was getting frustrated in the background. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as they started clashing again.

Carlos had made the decision to become a slayer - starting the branch that Bailey and Jack co-ran - a few months after we revealed the existence of the supernatural to him. It was a few days after my 'funeral' and it was hard to decide whether to leave him behind because of Bailey's relationship with him and the fact that I had had to let everyone else go.

Carlos came with us with no hesitation, and instead of looking ten years older than everyone, Jack found a highly skilled witch to slow down his aging process. It would catch up to him eventually, but the witch had said he could live to be a hundred and fifty before that happened. I was secretly wishing that he would choose to become a vampire instead of dying when he was supposed to; I had already lost enough people.

I hadn't heard any news of my Mum or heard from her in the ten years we were circulating the globe, which was strange. Since I had my first phone we hadn't not been in contact. I missed hearing her voice when she worried about me and it made me wonder what she was getting up to and if Macy was okay. She would be about fifteen or sixteen now and probably finishing her last few years at school.

The wolves had come with us too, although they were currently out exploring New Orleans, except Eddie. He had decided he wanted to pursue other things and he left for America. He still kept in touch over video-chat though, especially with me and Mika.

He never talked to Jack - personally I don't think Jack liked him much anyway - and he seemed strained when he talked to Bailey. I quickly got the impression that werewolf pack members weren't supposed to desert each other, but they seemed to welcome Jack back in. It was probably because he might have started the pack, or he just had a better friendship with all them.

"Carlos!" Bailey yelled as Jack threw him down on the floor again, "put some effort in!" he called. Jack helped Carlos up from the floor and handed him back his stake. He went to launch it into Jack's chest, but he blocked it when it was still a long way off, slapping it out of his hand and throwing him to the ground.

"Bailey, I think we'll have to teach him to not get scared first," Jack was chuckling and Carlos was blushing a bright red. He could probably be a good slayer, but he didn't have the easiest of partners to train with; he had refused to fight me because he had said it didn't feel right fighting his best friend, he turned Bailey down because he thought that since Bailey was a werewolf it wouldn't be the same, so the only alternative was Jack.

Carlos had given up fighting Jack and went over to Bailey while I walked out into the back garden. I didn't see the need to have a slayer's division in New Orleans, since Jack could easily kill the adversaries himself, but Bailey came up with the idea and it stuck. The rest of the wolves had agreed to help and it became an unofficial supernatural-run bunch made to keep 'bad' vampires away.

I doubted Jack would kill his own kind; he might have been a monster, but he had the same loyalties as the werewolves had to each other. He would probably just scare them away, or maybe he would kill them. Until there was some huge influx of vampires that were coming to kill us, I would never know.

"Carlos trying to kick your ass again?" I asked Jack, watching Bailey try to teach Carlos some basic fighting moves. It was probably the most dedicated I had seen him in years.

"Trying and failing," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my temple. Out of everything changing around me - Eddie leaving the pack, us having to move to New Orleans, Carlos now being aware of the supernatural - Jack was the only constant thing. I liked it, he was my steady rock that kept me from loosing my mind or straying too far over the edge.

"Did you get an invite to Kylie and Milton's wedding this morning?" I asked him, pulling a white envelope with white lacing around the edge and my name written in some sort of fancy script. When I got it last week, my jaw nearly dropped open; I would have never guessed Kylie liked the sweet, geeky type and Milton liked someone who often had mishaps with chemicals and accidentally dyed his hair blue once. But then again, the same could have been said for me and Jack, who would have guessed I'd love a vampire?

"Yep. Spain," Jack pulled his own, slightly crinkled, envelope out of his pocket and pulled out the invite, reading through it briefly. "They are really going all out, huh?" he muttered with a small smile. I knew he understood the importance of weddings, but it wasn't something that was important to him.

"Why do you say it like you're not going?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Because I'm not," he shrugged, putting the invite back in the envelope and the envelope back in his pocket.

"It's only fair, they are our friends," I said softly, "and I'm pretty sure they'd come to ours if we had one." I immediately felt a blush creep up my face at the thought of that, somehow I couldn't picture Jack stood in a registry office stood in front of the few people were had left to care about proclaiming his love for me when we already knew he had it in him.

"You're going even if I have to stake you and wrap you up in a body bag," I poked him in the chest, sending him back a few steps.

"That'd be one hell of a wedding present wouldn't it?" he chuckled, hugging me to him while we watched Bailey and Carlos scuffle. I went very quiet, the words 'wedding present' revolving around my mind. When my Mum and Dad got married I was their wedding present, Mum had given birth to me shortly after. It would always be a special memory, Mum and Dad telling me that. Then I thought to if I ever did get married, neither of them would be there, neither would Macy... none of my family would.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked me, noticing my silence.

"Nothing." I shook my head. He probably would understand, but I wasn't going to tell him so he didn't feel awkward about comforting me. It was never his best area, although I did love him for trying.

"Still missing your Mum?" he guessed. I felt my stomach twist again, the screeching of brakes, glass smashing and Mum's tearful voice echoed in my head. I hadn't even verbally told her I loved her. The last thing I said to her was, 'Goodbye'. Me saying I loved her was in the letter, the letter she would never have read.

"A little," I admitted quietly.

"I know it might not be the same, but you've got me," Jack whispered gently, stroking the side of my face. "And Carlos and Bailey, Mika, Milton and Kylie, we're all still here for you," he smiled at me. "We're the one thing that won't ever go anywhere," he promised me.

I wrapped one arm around him, pulling him into a hug. I felt him take hold of one of my hands, idly playing with my fingers, twisting them this way and that, before something cool slipped onto my finger and he was looking at me with a smile. I knew exactly what it was without even having to look at my hand, all I needed to do was look into his eyes.

"Will you marry me?" he asked.

"Yes," I said without hesitation and no reserve, knowing this decision was something I wouldn't regret. We both smiled at each other before I kissed him softly and passionately. I had never thought we would need rings, vows or a signature on a piece of paper to prove that we loved each other, we were already eternal mates.

Soul mates.

Well... that's it for this story now, sorry if it sucked, but I'm NOT expanding on it and doing the wedding, I'll leave it to our imaginations, I like endings that do that. I'm sad to say there won't be a sequel, so this is it. (Promised myself I wouldn't cry... xD)

Thank you so much for all the support, and everyone who's been with me every step of the way, even if they're just a silent reader. This is usually where I would post a list of all the people who favourited/alerted to me, but there's too many for me to do that. XD

If anyone's confused about the internal clock thing, it's basically your body's clock. For example, mine's probably strange because I'm tired during the day but never at night.

Remember I've got other stories coming soon. Bye!