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SUMMARY: It's war between vampire, demon and Demon hunter. She is fading fast and he knows she has not long left. He is her last hope to make the pain go away, to make it all seem worth it.

TITLE: Shatter

WARNING: Multiple character deaths. Sorry! Only one clan can survive though.

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Chapter 3

"Larten, do not leave me… please do not leave me." She begged, her eyes still shining with tears of obvious pain. The Prince of Death was now fighting against Vancha and he had him pinned up against a rock with his hand placed above his chest. Stretching his fingers, Vancha screamed in pain as small cuts appeared across his chest and blood slowly seeped out.

"I will be right back." Mr Crepsley said, Arra gripping his wrist tightly.

"No, please don't leave me. I don't want to die alone." Weak and pathetic and completely unlike Arra but she didn't care…she was scared for once in her life and she saw no point in hiding it anymore. "I don't want to die by myself, please stay." She cried; fidgeting as another sharp pain coursed through her body.

"Do not talk like that, you are not going to die alone, you are not going to die." Part of him wished that he sounded a little more confident because he knew deep down that he was lying…her chance of survival was dwindling with every breath. "Vancha needs my help." Letting go of his wrist, she nodded and watched him walk away. On his way over, Paris joined him and pushed away the Prince, wrestling him to the ground. Rolling over Paris, the Prince stretched his fingers over the elder vampire's chest and ripped him apart. "Paris!" Mr Crepsley screeched but it was too late… he was gone. Two crystal tears formed in his eyes and seeped out, dripping down his cheeks. If only he had known seconds earlier… maybe he could've stopped it. Sam then walked over and shot a rock salt bullet at the demon, breaking him up into a black cloud which escaped the figures lips.

"I know how you feel. You resent yourself for not stopping it." Turning around, Mr Crepsley frowned and squared up to the hunter.

"You know nothing about feelings. I have lost some of the most important people in my life and you expect me to listen to the sob story? I am sorry but it does not work like that." Pulling him back, Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Look man, I was only trying to help." My Crepsley yanked his arm away and shook his head.

"I do not need your help."

"I could've let you die then but I didn't, I could've let your friend die but I didn't." Vancha sighed and walked over in hope to settle the situation. "Before you go all over-emo on me, think about how I saved your ass first yeah?" With that he walked over to Arra to inspect the damage.

"Alright so what we lookin' at?" Dean asked, his eyes beginning to water at the amount of pain in her eyes. "We aren't gonna let you die. You're gonna walk away fine and peachy with your anger issued boyfriend over there." Arra tried to laugh at the comment but was in too much pain. "Once this whole thing's over, you can go back to where you came from and that'll be it. Me and my brother here, we walk out of your life forever." Fidgeting again, Arra screamed in agony once more and Sam placed a hand on her forehead.

"Shh, I know it hurts but can you just try to stay still?" The slight nod was all he needed before he looked at Dean with worry filled eyes. "Dean, I don't think she's gonna make it." Dropping his gaze to the floor, Dean sighed and angrily punched the ground. "Look, we can't save everyone." Sam's words were nowhere near as soothing as they were supposed to be. "We try, we really do but some people just can't be saved from death." It was then that Sam turned to come face to face, ironically, with death.

"Would you like me to end her misery?" He asked in a lifeless tone, noticing the challenging expression Sam shot his brother. Mr Crepsley hurried over and bent down, running his fingers through her hair.

"I am so sorry I left you Arra, I never should have. You place one hand on Arra and I swear I will…"

A slow, evil smirk crossed his face. "What? Kill me? You couldn't kill a fly." Death teased, grabbing Arra's wrist and letting the grin spread wider. "Whoops, looks like I just did." He grinned. "You cannot kill Death." Arra was now completely still, her eyes wide open and glazed over.

"Arra? Arra? What did you do?" Glaring at the figure, Crepsley's eyes flared with hot anger. "Bring her back…I am ordering you to bring her back!" He begged, two tears making trails down his face once again.

Lucifer meanwhile, was lingering over Darren, his eyes flaming red with evil and anger.

"Well, well, look little Vampire." Rolling his eyes, Darren sat up… he had heard that line way too much already in his life. "Have you ever felt real pain?" Darren said nothing but glared at the demon. "I mean real…deep…burning pain?" Lucifer paused when Darren nodded and quirked an eyebrow.

"I was in this little town and I met this girl. "Darren's voice was wistful, despite the obvious fear he was experiencing. "She was beautiful and she had this long, black hair. She was amazing and I had to leave her without saying goodbye." Sighing, he took a deep breath before continuing. "I never stopped hurting you know? I never got rid of that deep, burning pain you're talking about…even now I can still feel it inside my heart." Grinning, Lucifer bent down and snarled.

"Would you like me to rid you of it?" With a sickly sweet grin, it became obvious what Lucifer's plans for Darren were.

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